Long Reaching out Poems
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“On Walt and Langston”
“On Leaves of Grass”
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A man of many themes and dreams,
Now I understand.
“On Walt”
I took a journey today.
I took a walk with Walt.
He showed me his many scenes.
He painted me a million songs.
I bathed in his simplicity;
Burned his thoughts in my soul
I took a walk today,
To untie his many knots.
“On Dreams”
I had a dream.
It came in a midnight jolt,
Forgotten, when I woke.
I’m reaching out,
Am I, but a barren field?
“On Langston”
I met up with Mr. Hughes today;
Sat beside him for awhile
We spoke of trials and errors,
Of places, things and lives.
As I toured the pages of his life
I understood that he had seen
Much more than I.
A man of many sights and sorrows,
Now I understand.
welcome myself
Self created madness
The reality of my life
Stuck on repeat
Challenges of a twisted mind
Overthinking the chaos surrounding me
How do I resolve the problem
So I can feel better day after day
Driven by loud shame
Living in guilt mixed beliefs
Stuck repeatedly
This challenging seat
Increasing mind begging
Please help me
Disturbed anger
Narcissistic self doubt
Furious rage
Unbalanced brain
Masked feelings
With a untrusting face
Gazing into my soul
Eyes wide open
Yearning the grave
Drowning in an ocean
With out absorbing my life
Reliving these days
Self defeat
Using self will
Resistance of God
Reaching out & turning away
My mind is made up
My bed is made
Unstable thoughts
Disconnected
Faith lost at sea
My will not of God
Existing only for me
Endlessly filled selfishly
Welcome to my shame
God help me
Written by
Jacob Lange 9/18/2025
The difference in saying you,
a great big unseen pointed finger, or we.
I didn’t know. Some figurines
wave while others scrutinize with wizened eyes.
The analytic panics, hairs raised by static.
The simple leans in to catch butterflies. One is cynical.
The other sensuous. One slaps your hand away.
One squeezes it. Personality
like the word itself broken in pieces, a flotilla.
In the storm the words like jigsaw waves.
In placidity, the sun’s too hot or doldrum’s ebb and flow.
We will make it!
Still, even in this exchange, coarse sand,
a castle with a moat. Your motives sought - there I go again
“Y O U R…”
Sisterly size-up. Am I trying to win? I didn’t know
we were preparing to arm wrestle. I’m unshaped,
neither the flat piece of a puzzle or linked.
The dreamy sky from the beach. Salt in the air,
eyes on the horizon, lap of the waves —
the same lift I feel when swinging high and higher.
The excitement of adventure, no one’s judging
my every word. I’m breathless…it’s breathtaking
when my feet float above the ground.
There I’m in the arms of love. There I point
and God answers with his digit reaching out, touching mine.
I am reborn by the finger of God.
We will make it!
12/19/2020
Still as the calm after a storm
my spirit flows reaching out to
touch the hand , the twin spirit
warm and loving ,silent,
a whispering willow
swaying, curtzeying in the breeze.
A silent ballet of love.
Still as the calm after a storm
my heart beats the gentle rythm of talking drums
urging , pleading, transmitting
messages of love.
Extending ,embracing enticing
endeavouring to share
A silent ballet of love.
Still as the calm after a storm
though the raging waters flow
though dark clouds scud accross the skies
within me my ancestors spirits dwell
serene sentiments they inspire
a silent ballet of love.
This mirage like distance
Are you there, are you not?
I could reach out to you for instance
Hold out my hand and feel like I have a shot
But this closeness is all in my head
Your image dissepates and I sink in quick sand
And it's this mirage like distance that I don't get
I can't understand, I hold out my hand
I can see you, always within my field of vision
But inches are really miles of land
Further and further, I have already lost my destination
My eyes are chasing this image that can't be caught
Are u there, are you not?
Reaching out, trying to grasp nothing more than a thought
This mirage like distance is all I got
He didn’t cause a scene or make a big deal
He wasn’t really mean for my fate he could seal
But as he walked past he soon caught my eye
And that look that he cast just made me want to die
Standing in that isle that candy in my hand
Like I was on trial testifying on the stand
And as our eyes met I just suddenly completely froze
For out of all my childish lies this one he really knows
And as he looked away putting pretzels into his cart
He changed my life that day by reaching out to my heart
He did not stand in judgement but only came in kindness
So as off he soon went my dignity was no less
Looking down at those gum balls then back towards his way
As my newly formed conscious calls out a little louder today
How did he seemingly know and just what to do
Not needing a big show to teach me what’s true
I took those gum balls that day and walked towards the door
As I went to pay in choosing not to steal anymore
That was a long long time ago a day I will never forget
But I just wanted him to know what a great example he had set
Eternal life with hope-delight
comes from the Lord of mercy’s might
infinitely midst His love rays
glowing bright for triumphant days
to vanquish attacking death fright.
Basking in blissful worship light
my faith ascends toward praise height
grateful to share along life’s race
eternal life.
Now enjoying God's truth and right
of infinity to peace flight
I daily seek the Saviour’s grace
while reaching-out at divine pace
declaring Gospel, gift so bright…
eternal life*
Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
November 19, 2021
Edited on January 21, 2022
1st place, "A STRAND (1056)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/21/2022.
The spring morning casts a thousand bits of sunlight.
They shine like diamonds as the caress the morning dew.
Tiny bright rainbows
Colorful prisms I see
They are all for me
Regrowth, rebirth, new sprouts are everywhere.
They come up from the earth to greet the new season.
Everywhere I see, green is the scene.
Isn’t green glorious and beautiful?
The grass grows anew
Up to the sky it reaches
They’re seeking heaven
Do I want to stay indoors forever?
Not on your life! I want to get outside.
Open the door and let me out into the world of spring.
It is the season of life, and life is what I want to live.
Blessings from heaven.
Earthlings know it as the sun.
Reaching out to all
“I will serve God* wholeheartedly.”
That is my vow of dedication
only by His grace can be fulfilled
through His instruction divine.
“I will unceasingly thank the Lord.”
Such is my heartfelt pledge
to the Creator Who deserves my gratefulness
for all His wondrous deeds in my life.
“I will strive to be sanctified by the Holy Spirit.”
With my commitment to abide by faith in His perfect will
I cleave to His love, always reaching-out to me
Enveloping me with His presence.
*Hebrews 12:28 Wherefore we receiving a kingdom which cannot be moved, let us have grace, whereby we may serve God acceptably with reverence and godly fear.
June 19, 2019
I looked everywhere but hadn't found it.
I thought I hadn't left a stone unturned.
Now it seems that I had just been dancing all around it.
I ran away but now I have returned.
I honestly believed I was an island.
For nothing but the ocean did I see.
I hadn't realized that I was swimming in God's eyes.
That ocean was the love He feels for me.
Sometimes I feel like the prodigal son
Trying to get back to where I'd been.
I saw where I was heading so I got up to run
Back into God's open arms again.
I searched everywhere for the answers
Not knowing they were right there from the start.
Now it seems to me that I took too many chances
In looking for what lived with in my heart.
In the beginning I remember darkness
And reaching out, trying to find the light.
My soul with in me stirred and I knew my prayers were heard
Then with a word He gave me back my sight.
It's everywhere around me, it cannot be ignored
I just couldn't see it with my eyes.
He has loved me from before the moment I was born
And He will love me long past when I die.
But…
Sometimes I feel like the prodigal son
Trying to get back to where I'd been.
I saw where I was heading so I got up to run
Back into God's open arms again.