Long Reasons Poems
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silence stills my heart,
i cannot find the words to say,
in my heart they are kept,
within my soul they stay,
disagreeing crowds,
walk my boundary lines,
so not a word is spoken,
reasons witheld and confined,
their perspective is their wisdom,
their rightness is my wrong,
but what they cannot understand,
in forgiveness pain is gone,
my lord is my protector,
he is who i must face in the end,
so every feeling faced head on,
in his sight, i won't pretend,
it is more painful to face the truth,
but in this face i acknowledge love and kindness,
and with this truth our hearts connect, a love so solid it binds us.
Form:
I'm addressing the Poetry Soup community, not with divine words,
for none of us come close to being righteous. Hurting the feelings
of poets who have suffered a loss is an act of self-righteousness.
Never would I try to stifle someone's poetic art
The words and phrases from their every thought
Most often their lines come from within the heart
So, it would be cruel to say things to tear it apart.
We fill pages writing about the change of seasons
Love that was lost without the knowledge of reasons
We honor flowers and holidays and our precious pets
calling poems that honor them dumb; my ire it begets.
I don't consider myself the stuff of nothing... not ever
Nor do I find such insulting phrases to be clever.
God has given gifts to poets to be put to good use
One who writes insensitively is wrought with abuse
1.
Assist beyond capacity
Doing everything from
Golden heights, illuminating
Junipers, kites, lamps...
Many never obey private quests.
2.
Quilted into our own narrative,
Undulating like inflatable pool toys in the water,
Echoes in our minds the reasons for looking back in time.
Sweet symphonies and crude horrors mingle at this party,
Telling tales of you telling tales about your tales telling tales.
3.
Heaven's Hollandaise hollered loudly at me.
We were wasted and withered, wailing like fat lions.
We had never heard the heavens yell from so yonder in unison
At our great grievances, which glowed ghastly over the Good Earth.
Help! Help! Heralded Hollandaise on High!
Heal our doleful, dead, and wet dispositions,
Let the lawlessness of love linger in our twilight
So that we may move among it, meandering under Mother Moon.
Stress!
Knows no laws
A violation of order
A surprise generation
A sudden application
To go to Hell
Stress an emotion
No virus infection
Come,possible prevention
No cure going destruction
Stress like a business
Buying and selling tradition
In retail and wholesale editions
In day to day engagements
Stress a difficult management
Paving way for disappointment
Some sort of weakness
Some where loneliness
Person to person
Season to season
Going stress,no reasons
Patients hard pressed
With medicine high priced
Able to disable
Haves to have nots
Rich to poor
Learned to laymen
Eating stress raw!
When I say who are 'close ones'?
Of course the people who are in our long runs.
Be it parent or sibling or someone close,
They’re the ones who stay when it matters most.
But what if they become the reason for you to cry?
It's just not every tear is seen falling from the eye.
Father's bond is full of protection and completely warm,
What if he becomes the reason harm and storm?
Grandparents, uncles, aunts—symbols of care,
But what if their words leave you in despair?
Cousin reunions—moments we boast,
But what if they treat you like a rival, not close?
Friends' betrayal is another side of the glass,
But what if they make the person feel embarassed in the whole class.
You never know who goes through what,
The biggest smiles hide their feelings a lot.
Everyone don't get the same love, the same motivation, the same affection,
Stay blessed if you don't know the other side of this connection.
The biggest scars come from the closest relations is indeed true ,
But it comes from experiences known to only few.
And if you’ve never known this kind of pain,
Be thankful—you’ve been spared that rain.
Because you never know how someone survives each day,
With a thousand reasons to just walk away.
Here is to those who tiptoed out of my life
Without explaining what I did wrong
In order for me to do it better next time
Here is to those who thought they knew me
Who judged; without getting to know me
Here is to those who lied their way into my life
Assuming that my eyes would never see the truth
Here is to those I loved and lost
Who taught me unconditional love
In spite of the challenges it brings
Here is to those I treasure
That took the time to see the cracks
That looked beyond the mistakes, beyond the flaws
Who still said 'you are worth it'
In our lives we grow with people or we grow apart
It doesn't mean that you failed in a relationship
It means that you needed that person in that particular space
On this journey you meet people and you let go of people
Then you get those that give you reasons to want to hold on
Treasure the experiences
Remember the lessons
Never allow it to steal the memories you can create today
So I am lifting a glass to those I had to let go
And to those that gave me reasons to hold on
Thank you for the inspiration
Thank you for dwelling in my space
©134229042015
In the museums we shudder
With vicarious delight
At the spectacle of the Aztecs -
A high culture founded on human sacrifice,
All the while not seeing -
Because we don't want to -
That the cult has never died;
Only the name of the god has changed.
Now we bend the knee in reverence
Within our private cells
Before the votive flame
Of the flickering cathode ray
In service to the great god TECH,
The Iron Form That Has No Face.
He sends his rain of bombs on foreign soils
That we may reap Renewed Economy,
Responding to their madness with his own.
He sends the check that our children may eat,
While those of others learn to scream at the sound of planes.
Yes - we see The Need.
Yes - we understand The Reasons.
- But we don't have to like it.
Our revulsion is still something we may call our own.
Oh, what of it? This time let's do the honors ourselves.
Let every mother, father, sister, brother, child and friend
Of tomorrow's "Disposable Resources"
Take the knife from the withered hand of one of TECH's High Priests,
Those Four-Starred Ones,
Plunge it deep and cut
To rip our own hearts from our breasts
Hold them beating before us in our hands
As we march en masse towards his temple,
Staggering down his sanitized audience hall,
As more and yet more come crowding to the doors,
To pile the bleeding mass before his feet.
On that day,
Let the heartless meet the faceless and scream to him as One:
"IS THIS ENOUGH? IS THIS ENOUGH?"
With a hunger to grow,
and with reasons unknown,
seduced by the scent,
who knows what extent
of the science behind
the twining of two
roses that bloom
on the old garden wall?
One with a strawberries' hue
winds it's limbs on a vine.
It has grown to the sky,
draping over the stones
In the labyrinth of time,
on the wall's other side,
are warm petals of peach,
leafy tendrils that reach,
to capture the light.
They will gently collide,
then will twist to unite
with the alien's climb.
But, then,, something divine
reminds us anew.
Somehow we find
small miracles do
arise from things, old,
reborn and renewed.
There's a new rose in bloom ~
Two species have joined
to blend into one,
becoming a jewel
with the glorious colors of sun
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4/4/16 Contest: New Species
Resubmitted for Contest :"Any Poem Written In April 2016"
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Spring Time
Time of Warmth
Time of Happiness
Time of New Start
We frolic around
Picknick in fields
Swim in pools
Cooling down in Autumn
Comes time of change
Time for thanks
Reasons to celebrate
yet comes Winter
A dark beast arising from hibernation
making it colder
and colder
Days go into hiding
Getting shorter
and shorter
Darker and darker
Greens warmth
Life and Joy
Replaced with white and cold
Death and Decay
We curl up for warmth
For Support through the shivers
For some get lonelier and lonelier
Until Spring again
Bringing warmth with it
In it's time f warmth
Time of happiness
Time of new-start
I am lost and can never be found..
I'm hidden away in the deep dark abyss.
I know you won't ever find me..
To you I never seemed to exist.
You were always taking advantage..
You took for granted all that I had.
You were only in it for a good time..
You abandoned me when things turned bad.
I'd rather be alone for the right reasons..
Than be with you for reasons so wrong.
If only I'd listen to my friends..
Better off I'd of been all along.
So go play with your fake friends..
They are superficial and just like you.
Just don't come looking when you need me..
Karma is waiting and well overdue.