Long Reality Poems
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There was a polite society, in so many lands..It was regulated by capable hands
Sober people, would meet and discuss; at
Walks in the park.? Horse shows and such
Healthy larks..And there was that aspiration to rise even higher, maybe to a
Royal castle.? Where you might partake.!!!
Of an almost (holy fire?) Through rose tinted glasses some perhaps almost swooned at the thought.' Where all would be..? Almost perfection.! Only the best did
There resort.' Although there indeed were
Dungeons deep in their bowls they were mere relic's of past depravity..The betters had escaped all that now.' Here there would be awards given.' Amidst sighs of
Chiffon ans silks.' You could support wars
That spread democracy.? My how the imagination could be caught.' Up up up.!!!
Yet out all around , honest working people were being taxed into the ground.' While The climate god was fete'd..And damaged veterans took to tents, un-holy acts were being done its beyond sane Christian invent...'
At some time
hopefully
you will give up
knowing you have no control over anything
but your thoughts,
at some point
you will let go of all resistance.
It’s just as if you are the last leaf
on a dead tree
you know you can do nothing
to help the tree flourish,
but you are holding on for all your life,
hoping that what is
will change and that you alone can change it
but you cannot
you only have control
of when you really want
to accept and surrender.
Your residence has left you clinging
to false perceptions, false thoughts, false beliefs,
a false reality
a false you.
Just let go, give up
and you will be the green leaf
that will fall,
but never touch that ground
that your fear alone thought
wanted to kill you.
I have been feeling so suspicious of everyone these past few weeks.
As if I have to tiptoe around everyone else's reality.
So that I’m not burdened by someone’s implication.
Which could change my life.
I’ve been fearing obstacles that aren’t even in my way.
They are simply fixtures that I had simply never noticed before.
That doesn’t make me any sharper or smarter.
All I can see is an endless wooden mosaic…
That is actually a train track.
With real danger approaching.
And of course the train in this metaphor is-
Everyone who has been acting suspicious these last few weeks…
As the day comes to a close
I watch the sun as it slowly goes..
My thoughts are once again drawn to you
Your body your lips your heated touch too.
I can almost smell your presences so real
If only it was you i could feel
Instead like times gone by
I spread my knees and with that lonesome sigh
I begin to awaken myself slowly just as you would do
A steady even pace until i feel my core gently begin to throb for you
A bit more pressure is what your lips spoke so close to my ear
I remember every moment as if u were here
As your breath caressed my neck stoking my fire
Softly again i recall you saying "A climax isnt something to rush but to admire"
As my hips started to pump, up went the pressure within
Next thing i remember is an exhale and your lips could be felt on me again.
Thick his voice came "Make it purr so tenderly you melt"
The way that came out mercy the vibration could still be felt
Seeds of desire vibrating from his voice alone
Had forever within me been sown
he showed me how i was to make myself be released
My body always his to do as he pleased
My core hardened more and more
This time not only with desire but a hunger so pure
For my body mind and soul missed the touch
And thinking of him heated me so much
Faster and harder round and round
In and out an unmistakable sound
Bright lights and color pops tightened around swiftly
Shaking my ****** raged on violently
Trying to catch my breath
I heard his release as if on the wind
My world shattered into broken shards
All this time i thought he was gone life had been so hard
My mind returning to reality once more
As my body trembled to its core
Times as these i feel him next to me
His touch his heat almost too much to believe
With an unkempt nail today I drew a line,
From where my wrist begins to my elbow,
My mind drew one much deeper still,
And a horrific relaxation pulled at my soul.
I became limp and spread out,
and I breathed clear and deep,
a tear formed and fell
then I ceased needing sleep.
My future now brings me fear
that I may stifle it so quickly,
and substitute keratin
economically with a whince.
I love all I have had, yet I hate all that I miss
and for the sake of ten minutes,
and some drink, and slight endurance,
a life of anguish could be paid by a little scratch.
But oh that sweet glimpse of peace I felt,
from something acted out on my bed,
is it reality, infirmity, or just dread,
An intoxicating exit poisons my head.
I had to write it for the world to see,
as those that know I know this is not me,
the wool on their eyes brings me such guilt,
as now does the scarlet that spoils my quilt.
My kryptonite is my pen,
As it makes me write stupid things.
Like gold-nosed trolls, pumpkins sharing dragons,
And tattoed Oracles peacocked out with rings.
My kryptonic pen is also pretty,
Like a silver bullet.
It compliments my vampiric ways,
Though weakens how I do it.
'It' being what I write,
Twenty-four hours a day;
Poem, quotes and short stories,
But always strange in what I say.
So why must I use this pen of kryptonite?
Because as weak as it makes me, it also gives me might!
After the one thousandth poem I did write,
The magic came this past halloween.
My fountain pen came to life,
Sprouting a pair of little wings.
I believe he wanted to write to me,
So I released my grasp to let him speak.
Then he scooted to the paper and started his groove,
With penmanship that was ever so clean and neat...
"Life has its up and downs
With every smile there is a frown.
You wrote for years with your heart,
Now it's time to give reality a start.
This season brings in weaves of magic,
With good times balanced with ones that are tragic.
Please keep me as your friend,
We got this! Till the end!!!"
A winged pen; Spirituluna,
Writing words of hope, love and grace.
Magical twirls, connecting curls,
Drawing wisdom when I seek faith.
Speak to me, Spirituluna,
tell me how to amble these floors,
that have been cursed by broken glass,
I need to traverse life's parkour!
Scribbling loud, Spirituluna,
"Your foe's are dragonflies that swarm,
their interest is for themselves,
you are the rose to of their thorns."
This I know, Spirituluna,
but how does a rose shed it's points,
to live a life free from danger,
what substance need I do anoint?
Whispy pen; Spirituluna,
"Their circus will not join your gate,
your innocence is your defence,
walk barefoot, you'll traverse this place!"
Get angry sometime,
don't hold it inside...
and instead of being sweet,
slap me hard in the face
to make me feel disgrace
My intentions were bad,
I put you aside
more than once,
forgetting your needs;
you cried and were afraid:
I was having so much fun,
you were shedding painful tears:
you longed for the brightest sun!
Chase me and find
the place of my cheats,
my playboy's ways
haven't changed;
and instead of being sweet,
take me back to reality:
explain to me that
I can't be running to others
and be proud of this feat...
while you wait to hold hands!
Don't be silent,
and don't allow me to cheat,
state your intent;
and instead of being sweet,
turn my temptation
into faithfulness,
boost my ambition
and make me yours!
One's Shadowless Moment
That which we embrace
That which we shun
That which we serve
Assimilation
Man's strange bedfellow
Remaining often long in the wings
Allowing shadow-light to become constant
Inviting ghost-like impressions
Enjoin one's timeless opacity of reason
Edification reveals
Experience rejecting idleness
Determined to share
Clover-rich bounty
Free of any fear
Sagacity being void of threat
As predators ignorant
Discover wisdom unconquerable
Sageness
Prepares its ungloved hands
To wave its alert
Ready to allow
Hidden time to luminesce
Discernment
Cautious to act
Knowing empirical reality
Must first pass through
Emotion's unreliability
Patiently pauses
White hot focus holds sway
Peripheral resistance wanes
Fractions
Equations
Formulae satiated
Acceptance invites convergence
Consciousness
Once in asylum
No longer struggling to be
Stands naked at last
Heart and mind fused
Light embodying darkness
Like the ever-forming oneness
Of sunrise comprising sunset
Birth ripening awaited death
Escape from routines of reality-
are wondrous trips to realms of poetry,
where inner thoughts and visions come to be
expressed with chosen words of imagery-
reflecting the deep heart and soul of me.
Like brilliant jewels are the words I see,
each one, a shining gem placed artfully
to paint emotions that from me flow free,
reflecting mirrors of life's mystery-
of nature, God and our humanity.
Sandra M. Haight
1st Place
Contest: Why Would Your Self-Expression Matter To Others
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 10/04/2018
~1st Place~
Contest: What Does Poetry Mean To You
Sponsor: Alexis Y.
Judged: 11/27/2016
I am crushing on you ! Dear !
Your pleasant personality allures me .
I am almost sure, you won’t listen to
throbbing beats of my wobbling heart,
but I can’t restrain myself being tempted
finding immense wealth in your mind.
As love is blind, even if you be unkind,
I am crushing on you, Dear !
I am swimming and sinking in dulcet dream.
Emotive urge surging in fervent fervour
. Bubbling blood flooding.
Pervasive passion pricking, piercing.
Ardent ardour whirling, twirling, swirling.
Amorous storm is spinning on axis of crazy confusion.
My expectation is swinging on pivot of your non - response.
Can’t explain, ‘How’? Or When ? Or ‘Why’ ?
Word ‘Perhaps ‘ may justify.
Dulcet Dreams pull me to soar high.
Reality pushes me down to touch
despondent abyss of seamless sea of failure,
causing even five percent hope to disappear !
Yes ! Yet, I am crushing on you, Dear !
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