Long Reliance Poems
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6/26/17
You don't want to be caught in the cross hairs
Realize that at times life is not fair
After having minimal guidance
I stood in pure silence
With very little thoughts of violence
While I was trying to understand the science
Nearby some oak and ecualapytus, the size of giants
I worked on my self-reliance
And a broken down appliance
That sat lifeless
Then followed through on any assignments
No desire to forfeit this
In the first stage of metamorphosis
During times of water shortages
Tired of all this boring stuff
But I'm just warming up
From morning past dusk
Power outages and interruptions
Technical difficulties and malfunctions
Across all junctions
And near any ships intact or sunken
It either went with or against custom
In a world full of power and corruption
Don't count your chickens before they hatch
And expect it all to last
Especially if you didn't study up on all the facts
They say lose lips
Sink ships
Even cruise ships
And any big fish
I help up my two fists
But didn't expect anyone to dig this
Even though this all has been true ****
For many, it always made them think a bit
I try to make it all worthwhile
So we can see the people on Earth smile
Except for any that try to hurt a child
My style is compiled
From all the traveled miles
Even though it's still rather wild
Life, nothing short of miraculous
Above and below buried and unearthed amethyst
Near and far from fields growing radishes
Among objects moving or inanimate
Like a mannequin
You can hear the sounds of an occasional ambulance
Whether or not involving, accidents or something scandalous
Some of which occured over, cannabis and short-handedness
Cause minimal to much damages
Close to and beyond any contaminants
As well as inhabitants
It all couldn't be unanimous
And this is far from my final analysis
I know the Bear.
watcher, courage
unpredict(ability)
I know the Snake.
wisdom of initiation
I know the Wolf.
I know a pack of 'em.
loyalty, intuition
I know the Spider,
though I pretend
I don't.
shadows, communication
I know the Owl,
or, I pretend
I do.
insight, clairvoyance
I even know the Fox.
(I may be the Fox.)
cunning, hidden
messenger
I know the Bobcat, the Alligator.
patience, revenge
and other far-off
Beings, lost to this
space, but not lost
on me, not lost to me.
I know the Bat.
secrets, longevity
I know the Cougar.
So well that I call her,
not by her first name but,
the First Peoples' names:
I call her Catamount/Painter/Puma/
I call her Panther/Mountain Screamer/
I call her Amigo da Onça
foresight, leadership
silence, patience
I know the Coyote, the Crane.
ingenuity and folly; vigilance and independence
I know the Heron, the Lynx.
self-reliance, balance
guardian, listener, guide
And each of these,
each Medicine
each is prayed for
and each preys on
each arrives from
some inchoate world
(land? sky?)
beyond all sight.
An answered wish,
a plea,
a demand.
And each, a predator.
One who wrings life
from flesh
that it might deliver its
song, its dance of Medicine
to one so foolish as
me.
and yet the Hawk,
I see today,
though predator,
is the Medicine of
Solitude.
Near enough,
Far enough.
Alone enough,
apart enough.
a lone Alone.
Hawk
Arc
Lofted.
Lifted.
Hawk.
Medicine.
Alone among...
Denadagohvyu
Freedom comes from within
You can beat me, whip me, slash me, splash me
but I am still free
to think what I want about you
to plot your demise
to write your transgressions down in my soul's center
Freedom comes from within
I can be in the most boring of boring of boring math classes,
not paying a bit of attention, but looking raptly attentive,
to fool the teacher, as I create my next poem, or my next painting
Freedom comes from within.
You can smack me and smash me,
You can stick a gun in my face.
I am free to worry about what comes next,
or think about my children and how much they will miss me.
Freedom comes from within.
Survivors know this
better than most
and
always
GIVING GODLY GRACE
Greatness of sublime Soul
Initiating Morals as inherent instinct.
Vivacious High -spirited
Inspiring journey of Life.
Noble feelings as Blessings.
Glory of Progress as Righteous.
Gallant and Gay being Giver
Opulent profuse Kindness
Dauntless Dreams and Desires on dedication
Life to live with Divine Love.
You are descendant of God.
Grow Gorgeous Gracious
Reliance on rolling rippling, rendering Compassion.
Aglow Heart not to hurt anybody.
Complacency on care for self and others
Ecstatic enhancement on perfection
05/24/21
'Giving Godly Grace' Contest by Regina McIntosh
August 10 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 59-63
Key Verse – Isaiah 59:1 Behold, the LORD's hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear.
FAITH IN GOD WHOSE HAND REACHES OUT TO US
God’s hand reaches out to us midst His compassion
As He draws us near Him against sin guilt’s oppression
In our honest repentance and sincere confession
By our faith’s dependence on His pardon’s provision.
God’s hand reaches out to us midst His care
As He heals us from sickness of distress-stare
In our prayer while our needs, we completely bare
By our faith’s reliance on His grant for our welfare.
God’s hand reaches out to us midst His comfort
As He dries our tears of crying retort
In our discouragement because of evil report
By our faith’s trust in His precepts that exhort.
God’s hand reaches out to us midst His cleansing
As He forgives us our admission against cursing
In our humble plea for sanctification’s blessing
By our faith’s surrender to His gentle pressing.
God’s hand reaches out to us midst His correction’s chastisement
As He disciplines us for our disobedience toward our betterment
In our acceptance of His rebukes for our virtuous deportment
By our faith’s perseverance along His empowerment.
God’s hand reaches out to us midst His courage
As He strengthens us for our stewardship-advantage
In our diligence to serve Him by His goodness-package
By our faith’s continuous performance despite attacking rampage.
God’s hand reaches out to us midst His counsel
As He teaches us His standards despite carnality’s hassle
In our learning of Bible principles midst worldliness-bustle
By our faith’s adherence to His immutable epistle.
August 10, 2025
Enter Poet, clutching a sonnet: ‘The checker says I’m guilty. See, it flagged my rhyme as machine!!’
Podcaster nods sagely: ‘It is not your imagination; it is proof the robots haunt our dreams.’
Audience gasps: 'That’s NOTHing. SHAKEspeare ALso ONCE acCUSED – / preDICTable Iambs, GROSS susPIcious RUSE!'
Poet protests: ‘I swear it’s quill and ink, not silicon and code …’
Checker blinks, statistical gears grinding: ‘Patterns resemble algorithmic load.’
While phubbing, critic whispers: ‘False positives thrive where meter marches tight.’
Podcaster grins: ’Ignorance sells—truth is dull, paranoia bites.’
Poet sighs: ‘Convenient shield, this oracle of error—‘
Exasperated, Curtain falls: ‘Disinformation thrives when denial meets terror.’
From the wings, Thomas Gray’s quietly haunting voice: ‘Where ignorance is bliss, ‘tis folly to be wise.’*
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*From the final stanza of Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College, by Thomas Gray (1716–71).
Expectations in others to be true and loyal only cause frustration
assume you’re alone in any situation you're faced in to go unfazed in happenings cus let down by false faith of reliance supplies the head with whys deception and lies deflating flat friendships breaking ties
No one in life is loyal and true
no one but you
it doesn’t mean they are against
they have their own stuff to do
doesn’t mean they wish you worst
it's that as it does with you they come first
they may even chuckle toward your situation
but it’s the situation they chuckle at not you
something complicated or out of the blue
acknowledged in their laugh too
is the knowing or not knowing what to do
they may offer advice or stand equally confused
Blessings are found in generosity
the kindness to have offered
with time free to give
acceptance or turn down not the gift
as the present is them taking note
having awareness for you most don't
they care to help and co-operate
ease frustration or complications
help with a show of mutual appreciation
expectations don't exist in friendships
exception being what the bro code states
compassion curtesy comedy and co-operation
not asked for but shown make a good mate
I AM THE HERON
There is a stoicism to me
silent, self reliant, pensive posturing
suddenness of intent and action.
My aggression is calculated,
measured in response to need,
activated by impending threat.
Stillness is the garb of my determination,
patience in the solitude of calm
spring loaded – a sharpened, piercing, beak.
I still retain my forebears ways,
their ancient chiseled features,
dedication to the rookery’s domain
amid the din of springs cool birthright.
I will cross swords defending nests
asway in natures treetop rocking chairs.
There is a stoicism to me
//Heron – aggressive, self determination,, self reliance//
submitted to – Picture Yourself As a Bird – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Andrea Dietrich
5/16/2015
I came in to your apartment entrance
In someone's clothes to celebrate a happy
Circumstance.
Even though you didn't finance
This reliance
There was complaisance
No definance
Because of your continuance
I soon had dominance.
When you didn't have me you showed petulance
And discordance.
You had no chance
Of deliverance
From the death dance.
Gone from your face is the radiance
Of life as the ambulance
Team loaded up your body with no utterance.
You sent a message loud and clear as life
Goes on that there are people who will always
Want to enhance
And advance
Their life for an empty significant extravagance.
#I_am_boy_away_from_home!
Like a bird, when one day its obligated to leave the nest and learn to fly by itself, learn self-reliance and survival, face the unfamiliar, the horror's of men and predators, stormy winds and thunders, wrath of God and human
but then, I am jst a boy away from home, away from parents, siblings, I mean, loved ones, away from familiarity and commoness. Swallowd and gnawed by schooling, small and robust cities and towns, townships and communities, tribals and multiracials
call it change of scenery, but this is drastic and enormous, never mind chanllenging and demanding. I had to grow fearthers, more thick soles and engrave courage to my conscience, forge muscles and serious face, paint my purity and naiveness dark and strong
walk sideways with beasts, exchange feasts with fear. Call myself man, a young adult, but then how mature is enough, with all strong and wise, nevermind greatest, crumbling at one stage, when life throws grenates and devastations, instead of fruits and harmony
how strong am I required to be, how brave must I be, how long should I keep persuing? Then why are we born in the first place, if we live to strive, I mean, thrive for better and survival, all endurance and devotion, even in the literally impossble, I don't wanna be a boy away from home but then who suppose to be man? But then, this journey weighs heavy on me, my mind and hope in shambles, this tiny body of mine just can't bear more but then I'm boy away from home
#Poetic_Ink