Long Relief Poems
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Would that we listened to his mercy,
to his gentle, soft voice as he begged
to heal our wounds.
Would that we looked twice at his loving gaze,
at the selfless passion that saw
a broken truth he wished to heal.
Would that we lived as he taught us,
putting our eternal souls - our greatest treasures -
above drunken bursts of pleasure in a dying world.
But now he has come.
Not as a babe, but as Pantokrator.
The burning Word - white-hot
and searing away the shadows of our fallen Earth.
And while those who walked in Wisdom
cry with relief and joy as they flock to
his invincible banner,
We who dismissed him cry with fear
as we stumble away from his blinding radiance,
for we know that looking upon it
would destroy us.
Written after confession
8 February 2025
Home was no longer her home.
Thoughts of survival clouded her future.
She dragged the boulder tied to her feet,
each reluctance etched upon her face.
She walked through the dark night,
blending her body with a silhouette.
Together they moved, hiding her from her past,
exposing her to a blurred tomorrow—
of uncertainty, hopelessness, and danger.
The strangeness of his accent carried her beyond mountains~
where birds croaked like frogs seeking mates.
“Why waste this beauty in the cold?”
She wondered if beauty had finally found her face.
No one had ever used that word
to clothe her eighteen years of ugliness.
Perhaps he knew she was new to the street, but she cared less.
To be called beautiful was relief enough.
Years of grief dissolved in a second.
She smiled—transient, delicately fragile—
as joy briefly veiled the tears
that darkness hid from him.
He took her home.
Suddenly, home became beautiful—
not rotten wood, not smelly gutters.
She met his youngest child first—her age mate,
then two others, older by years.
Disappointment pricked her heart:
she could not lie upon his chest,
could not whisper darling—
a word stolen from her lips twenty-five years earlier
by a stranger who now calls her “daughter.”
Yet the word still burned like an ember on her tongue.
She longed to taste it,
but she knew it would be bitter.
She loved this kind stranger—
but her love for him remained
u n r e a c h a b l e.
Oh Man, where am I?
What caused this pain and why?
I desperately cannot live this insane life.
For the pain of memories brings in strife.
I grab my head as my mind bends and breaks.
I want relief, grabbing the bottle as my handshakes.
Is there no end to my depraved madness?
As I witness my loved ones in fear and sadness.
Slowly, I succumb to the liquid delirium.
My head was spinning, spinning as I lost my equilibrium.
I curl up as severe pain thrashes my gut.
I crawled to the bathroom toilet and threw up.
Coughing violently, I lean against the toilet bowl for rest.
Again, this severe pain has now gripped me hard in my Chest.
Is this the final relief I so desperately seek and want?
Or is this the hell-bent on madness as it laughingly taunts?
Oh, to be at peace from this war raging in my head.
The atrocities against innocent people have stricken me as they are dead.
Finally, the darkness envelops me like a kind friend.
The family gathers around me, crying, knowing it’s my end.
Suddenly, a whispering voice calls my name.
It carries on gently as it calmly soothes my pain.
My soul feels swirling love that it desperately clutch.
My brother gave me a warm hug; it meant so much.
I awaken to hear gasps and crying as I smile.
They thought I had died, but I was gone for a while.
I told them that our brother had made me whole.
I was happy and excited about my new life, and it showed.
23 Sept 2020 9:01 pm
Two old country gentleman step out on an autumn night
And stare into the heavens to see the stars so bright
One last walk before our repose for relief and fond reflection
I stand with eyes wide in wonder at the symphony of Gods perfection
Toughie my old gentleman dog sniffing and finding his spot
He listens to the symphony and hears what I can not
The subtle nuance of chirping frogs and crickets in the wood
Oh the conversations we could have if only we understood
Calm and dark as the cool wind whispers
I reach down and feel the brush of his whiskers
He is done and the moment has past the bed is calling rest
So in we go, out go the lights and thank God for we are blessed
Love surrounds us…though people take it for granite
Oh, but we’re unaware of it! We’re ignorant of it at times of tribulation
Vibrant, vermillion roses float in the swaying wind, like feathers, passing me by with a smile and a friendly wave
Everyone is embracing hate instead of love, embracing havoc instead of peace – WHERE IS THE LOVE?
I am longing to feel like I belong! The church bells repeats its penitent bells
Saddened by the fact that I’m trapped in my comfort zone of callous night…I want to be unchained from this solitary cave…but no angels tread the road that I’m currently on unfortunately
Hate rips my heart apart and throws it in the heartless fire…love is invisible like a caved in treasure
Ashamed because I always wanted to find avarice-devouring love, restoring joy to my absent-of-vanity verse
Rain descends like the sunset as my spirit ascends like the sunrise above the disconsolate clouds
Drenched in heartfelt relief…of experiencing love on another level – I’ll bring back to life my faith towards You once more
Tattered by heart’s wistful thumping…replace my heart with beauty’s caress and harmony, for I’m desperately in need of a savior
Owned by hatred, the monster that appears in my nightmares, the vile leader of rancorous wolves…
Fly away from the darkness that made you drink in desolation and devastation
Isolated by bliss and joy – overflowing with lamentation
Never able to find a mixture of serenity and exaltation…maybe I’ll find it in the forest’s quietude
Destined to unlock my heart’s desire…however, love is hard to find, for I’m a hopeless, romantic boy, foolish in love and frankly…blind!
People among us
I traveled alone to see people I never meet
Well beyond the usual places I get to visit
Knowing instinctively I will learn something,
There by the river I came upon stranded folks
Thrilled in joy as their rescue boat arrived
But it filled up quickly leaving them behind.
The next town over, I stopped for a meal
Where farms are filled with abundant yields
As happy people meander and merrily live,
Surprised, there I met souls awfully lonesome,
Pained by hunger, looking despondent
Mired in worries if they'll ever have enough.
As I crossed into the streets of an urban city
I found urgent hustle near towers of glitter
Bustling with vigor of wealthy opulence,
Among them were earners of meager wages
Unable to pay for their routine needs
Drowning in debts without a hint of relief.
A sound of ambulance veered me to a hospital
Where doctors and nurses performed miracles
Caring for the injured and aging population,
Among them were patients lacking health insurance
Whose illness was draining their retirement funds
As creditors' demands were driving them bankrupt.
I returned home through a path of disaster
Where entire communities have lost their homes
Without any means of rebuilding abode,
Among them were people who will soon confront
Unthinkable prospects of living on the streets,
With no place to go and nowhere to turn.
December 8, 2017
People
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Placed 4th
I imagine relief while feeling comfortably numb...
anesthetized courtesy central air
analogous to gulping down
a tall glass of ice cold water,
which equals ultimate thirst quencher,
especially for those
experiencing onset dehydration,
the following poetic opinion/editorial
shared by yours truly, a former consumer
who quaffed truckloads sugary and sports drinks
found mine once sculpted baby boomer body
undergoing gender reorientation, particularly
nondescript breasts incrementally found
busting (rivaling playboy bunny chest)
necessitated this garden variety
NON GMO gluten free husband
"papa," an endearment
addressed by the missus
puzzled when her
brassieres went missing
loathe to believe what sounded
like cock and bull story
embarrassed, yet finally
relented into pestiferous
inquisitiveness hen pecking wife,
she stood agape, after I dare bare
unclothed upper torso revealed
floppy, limp biscuit sagging
sorry excuse for bosom
hence necessitating yours truly
to resort as partial crossdresser,
yet never foreseeing
anatomical morphology transforming
(analogous to mushroom popping up
following bucketloads of rain)
thus went cold turkey,
(as attested by this gobbledygook)
to swear off high caloric non nutritious
popular beverages
(generating bajillions dollars),
and additionally forced non chipper infowar
i.e. internal three ring circuits
uncivil insurrection
(a tad more'n eighteen months ago)
as weeks elapsed months
(this unplanned resolution
dated June seventeenth
two thousand twenty two),
discarded over the shoulder boulder holder
in tandem with exercise
few times per week
alternating plying twenty pound dumbbells
and exercising viz pedaling
(quasi bicycle) machine
a pronounced reduction
saved me big bucks
undergoing cosmetic (Liposuction) surgery!
In the blissful slumber,
I wished upon the stars, I had wings,
A fairy appeared with her magical wand,
You will get the wings, you can fly,
You can appear anywhere,
The magic will last for six hours till sun appears.
With magic wings, I dreamed of flying high,
The magical sky with so many planets, galaxies, and stars,
Never could see from my home in obscuring ambient lights,
On this full moon night, I could hear nightingale sings from trees.
With magic wings, I wish I could explore natural wonders,
I could fly over the amazon forest, over the volcanoes and crater lakes,
I can feel the splash of waterfalls, I could watch the sleepy parrots,
I could see the ruins of Mayan and Inca cultures, amazed my wings start to flutter.
With my magic wings, I was hovering over vast African wildlife land,
Over the Serengeti, it is dark in starry nights,
Beautiful daylight animal herds are asleep hiding from preying herds,
I was amazed, the scenes from Out of Arica movie were playing in my mind.
My magical wings, take me to tour the Europe and see its marvels,
The Eiffel tower was sparkling with beautiful lights,
Stonehenge was casting shadows in night skies,
Roman and Greek ruins were reminding me what great culture we had.
With my magical wings, I appeared over the skies in India,
The tall rising temples in south reminded me of rich arts and culture in ancient days,
With the conquering Moghul, and British rules, the passive people lost their roots,
The land of Hinduism and Buddhism, where non violence and passive wisdom was way of life.
With my time running out, I watch stars fading out,
I hurry to the war-torn refugee camps,
Millions of people lost everything and in despair,
Children crying in hunger, dying with treatable disease,
I wish I had the fairy’s wand to give people some relief.
With the rooster morning calls, and crows crocking on trees,
My wing spell was coming to close,
When I opened my eyes, I was stumbling in my bed,
I wish I had the wings in daytime sometime soon.
A veil of lace on summer’s face,
the sky a sketch of shifting grace,
Where light’s bold hand meets cloud’s soft sigh,
a brief dance for the watchful eye.
No full eclipse, no perfect blue,
just moments borrowed, old and new.
The sun may hide, then peek below,
a coy performance, airy flow.
A patchwork quilt on blue’s expanse,
where clement light leads genteel dance,
Beyond blaze peels, a break of day,
midst rainbow’s colors fade away.
A silver fleece, of soft, veiled sheets,
A passing wink of calm caprice.
the world speckled in cool relief,
a breath that’s instant sweet and lief.
Early morning, Carl Schurz Park,
And something caught my eye.
Right near my foot, a snail was
Inching forward, my oh my!
For surely someone on the path
Would crush his lovely shell;
Protection-wise, it really didn’t
Serve him very well.
I found a leaf and hoped he’d crawl
Upon it; what I’d planned
Was to move him to a place both safe
And on some grassy land.
A stranger saw me crouching down
And asked was I okay.
I pointed to the snail and thought
He’d soon be on his way.
But “Let me help” was what he said.
He lifted up the leaf
And found the perfect placement
Which, to all, was a relief.
He asked my name and shook my hand;
Our goodbye smiles agreed
That, by noticing the small things,
We’d both done a real good deed.