Long Refraining Poems
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The balcony bows like a bridge unmaintained.
Song birds are silent, their hearts uninspired.
Grape vines hunker down as if never trained.
Scarlet petals fall, their fragrance expired.
Shattered is the night sky like sharp glass shards.
Sparks, once in our eyes, liquify the ground.
Minstrels are mute in abandoned courtyards.
Pitter-patter is the refraining sound.
Masquerade faces can no longer hide
from the truth that beauty departs with death.
A dagger divides a young groom and bride;
lamenting cries consume their final breath.
The script is flipped over like clover in mud.
Misconstrued love poisons life-giving blood.
8-15-2022
The Cliffs and The Gorge.
Chance upon chance-- lover to lover,
The truest love discarded—lost romance,
Never either again found another
Two seek the self-same love forever asunder
The hollow hearts hath much pain,
Never again, never again, to replace the crossed-star love flame
And in the weening half-full hearts replaced,
A great black chasm carved worn from the scars remaining,
Like a valley between peaks, cliffs for eternity refraining
But for infinity the heart but holds the one true face
One true soul, and the loss builds anger inky, black as coal
And slaves to fates goal, mortals’ love never enough
And in its seeming, seething hatred lurks in the heart of unrequited love.
To all who have been faithful, and also those who’ve sinned,
everything is meaningless, it’s like chasing the wind!
I have seen all the things that are done under the sun;
seeing what I had achieved from all my hands had done.
My work became grievous, so much that I hated life;
realizing nothing was gained through all of my strife.
Goods and achievements come from envy of the neighbors.
Comforts and advancements are results from their labors.
Following every generation, there would be more.
Each succeeding will be displeased with the one before.
I’ve applied myself to understanding astuteness;
comprehending madness, as well as foolhardiness.
It’s better to admire with the eyes if you’re able,
than to covet something with want that’s insatiable.
I’d prefer to have one handful of tranquillity,
than to have two handfuls of ceaseless hostility.
There is a time for everything with humanity
under heaven, a season for each activity:
There’s a time to be born, and also one for dying.
A period for planting, then one for harvesting.
We have times for killing, as well as those for healing.
There are periods for tearing down, and rebuilding.
Those times for weeping also come with ones for laughing.
Sometimes we should scatter stones; in others gathering.
There are times we should embrace, and also refraining.
There’s periods for search, as well as relinquishing.
A time for keeping, accompanied with discarding.
We have times for tearing, and others for some mending.
There are periods for silence, and ones for speaking.
We include times for loving as well as for hating.
There’s a time for war and that for peace generating.
A parody of “The Last Waltz” song written by: Barry Mason and Les Reed
One Last Ode
I wondered if I’d write ever again
Inklings of my heart that flow through my pen
Then words came cascading from sky up above
Freewheelin’ mystic glimmers of love.
I wrote one last ode for you
Two lonesome dreamers together
Head o'er heels were we two
One last ode to last forever.
‘Twas balladry kept us going strong
Through the ups and downs we got along
Until there was a parting of the tide
And the gap between us became ocean wide.
I wrote one last ode for you
Two lonesome dreamers together
Head o'er heels were we two
One last ode to last forever.
Love’s never gone, memories linger on
Sweet souvenirs of passions refraining...
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I wrote one last ode for you
Two lonesome dreamers together
Head o'er heels were we two
One last ode to last forever.
Tra la la la la la tra la La
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27th December 2020
For Your work, my God, that calls for my best sacrifice
I present myself by Your mercy every time I arise
Overcoming idleness of futile exercise.
In fulfilling my tasks with Your guidance, surely wise...
Here am I, Lord.
For Your work, my Master, that demands my full responsibility
I submit myself, thanking Your salvation-security
Refraining from indulging in laxity.
In exerting my efforts while doing Your entrusted duty...
Here am I, Lord.
For Your work, My Creator, that increases my eternal treasure
I yield myself, so I can be diligent midst labor-measure
Prevailing over worldly pressure.
In performing my roles with Your power’s enclosure...
Here am I, Lord.
For Your work, my Saviour, that deters my earthly toil-anguish
I humble myself midst temptations that make me languish
Abiding in biblical standards I, by Your grace, distinguish.
In shining to reflect Your light no one could extinguish...
Here am I, Lord*.
*Acts 9:10 ... Behold, I am here, Lord.
September 5, 2018
They complain in the morning because their night was a fright
They complain at noon because their school lunch was not right.
They complain to everyone who enters their sight
They complain and complain, long into the night.
At first these complainers are rather entertaining
They complain about their umbrellas, and the fact that it’s raining
They complain about others, not ever refraining.
But after a while, others run away from their constant complaining
They complain about the traffic, and see others as bad.
They complain about their children, whose lives must be sad.
They complain about their parents, their mom more than their dad.
They complain until they lose every almost-friend they ever had.
They complain about their life, and the heat of the sun.
They take away our energy, zap our strength, and sour our fun.
They complain about their hot dog, and its tasteless bun.
If you see one, get out of there, fast, on a dead run.
Black Men deserve to grow old
Now they getting shot down in the street
Bodies cold
Everyday seems like a black man passes away
Do you remember when we use to say
I pray I get old one day
It's sad to say
It's a blessing to make it to 18 today ??
Little boys say to our surprise
When asked what they want to be when they grow up
Sadly they say they just want to be alive
Young boy , young man
Be all you can
When you feel like you can't be the odds
Know that you can
Know that God has a better plan
You are much wiser
Than what they critique
You are a King from your head to your feet
Do you know that you can still dream Big
Like when you were a kid
Don't let statistics
Be optimistic
And make you value yourself less
When you feel at your lowest still give it your best
Jails , cells, that's where the world feels we belong
Let's prove them wrong
That that is not our home
The system already predicts
That jail or six feet under Is it
Is it that what it has come to
No
Don't listen
To negativity
It's draining
Please let's start refraining
From doubting each other
Let's start up lifting
Using our God given talent
Let's start gifting
Shifting into new phases of life
Making things right
Keeping Christ first in our life
Continue to pray each day
And know that any weapon formed against you, got to go
Take it slow
Don't move fast
Keep your past in the past
And start building your future your foundation, your legacy
Shake it up, throw it back
You got this
That's a fact
Your dreams shouldn't die
And neither should you look through the lense a clearer view
Nothing new,keep trying
Tired of seeing you dying
Let's live, stop practicing hate
It's enough out here for everyone
Lessen your plate
Every one make mistakes
That's true
But how you correct them is up to you
I say all this to say
That our men should be valued more than we say
Yes the news will get you confused have you upset
But think positive
Think clear
Speak blessings
They are near
As I have said in the beginning
We need to stop losing (lives)
Start winning (everything)
You can , remember you are all apart of God's plan
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
11/20/2021
Lucy was my little girl-friend with red hair,
at thirteen love can be so naive and fair...
only kissing on the lips while handling her a small note
that said, " I will wait until you'll be ready to enlope."
When she read it, she seemed puzzled with strangeness,
" Do children in Junior High enlope? I glanced at her and knew
that what she thought was very weird to accept or do,
but she went along with it...and this is what happened next.
Friday morning we were supposed to be in school taking tests,
instead we went for a stroll as Pinocchio did in his fateful day,
and on the way there, we found many who had run away...
they looked at us and yelled," Go back to school, you silly heads! "
So we spent an entire night outside watching moon and stars,
listening to the cricket's melody on a meadow as bright as midday...
not fearing anything or anyone unless a wandering dog would surprise;
we loved it all the way, not caring what our parents woud do or say.
Little girl-friend with red hair was the cause of my childish silliness,
I got grounded since I passed that note knowing what would have cost;
when Lucy grew up she found a smarter boy-friend, I had to bear the loss...
realizing that not refraining from puppy love, I would have deserved less.
Entered in Michael J. Falotico's contest,
" Passing A love Note "
Written by Andrew Crisci
The world comes knocking on your door.
And changes nothing from before.
For who we are is from within.
When we learn that, that's when we win.
There's always some who think they're right.
They just disturb the peace in night.
They only see their own disdain.
With no regard for causing pain.
The world keeps moving right along.
Rearranging right and wrong.
Fundamentally refraining.
The truth of what some find so straining.
They look to find peace in their view.
But some, just rhetoric they spew.
Today's world that lives on the net.
Can make us wish we could forget.
There are many walking 'round.
Who live in silence, don't make a sound.
They're hoping for their lives to change.
But live in between just feeling strange.
Note: I'll leave it here for those who know me to interpret. The rest of you, I wish you peace.
Idiosyncratic Introspection
Fear turned inward can only eventually present outward in its expression
Tears are trepidatious when dealing with years of emotional repression
Lear as in the King was another vehicle for literary confession
Clear as water from a river bed that keeps your mind flowing in thoughtful procession
Culmination of such tension brings a terse clambering of sounds
Rumination on your own inventions can lead to both the unhinged and profound
Illumination in the name of prevention guilds a scientific crown
Communication is hardly mentioned as they debate with philosophical frowns
Conclusions directed toward the students whose goals are far beyond the struggling horizon
Confusion misdirected in the name of prudence like foals first footsteps that can’t be relied on
Protrusion like a mathematical equation that a rival department has its eye on
Collusion of a political statement that should be questioned with the skeptical lights on
Twighlight passing over brings reflection through the cascading brilliant light
The bright commanding future evolves into a sacred sight around midnight
I might stop remaining that I suture my own wounded soul to heal all of this fright
And take a moment to be refraining in the silence of the height of my delight
The End by Elizabeth Moroz Copyright