Long Relighting Poems
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Lighting Tomorrow
Memory’s
lantern
near empty
unfilled
Each night
in the darkness
to flicker
until
Your eye
without warning
a flash
unexplained
Forever
relighting
and fanning
— the flame
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
Shamal Winds
Lost
in the deepest
recesses of myself
And happier
than I have
any right to be
The hidden
regions
my newfound oasis
A Bedouin
convert
— home among the sands
(The New Room: June, 2025)
Infestation
The American Dream
becoming
a nightmare ...
Conscripted
by strangers
new thieves in the night
Usurping
our freedoms
embedded among us
Invested in nothing
but
— what they can steal
(University Of Pennsylvania: June, 2025)
Leaving The Noise
He came into
silence
like fish
take to water
The only thing
constant
his being
alone
To wander
the alleys
of quiet
reception
The noise
and confusion
for others
— to drone
(The New Room: June, 2025)
Oh now sad frog located on the sandy beach
Emotions raging around the body as an Icelandic volcano
burning holds in a vice grips deeply
Stranded in the cemetery of broken hearts
It is as if parts of the heart where torn out
shreaded from the body without an anesthesia
Deep arrow strikes in Golden Sunshine beams
Maybe he worry for no reason
Warm thoughts sail faraway yonder
An endless sandy beach, white as snow
washed with the blue ocean in brilliant yellow sunlight
Singing dreams kissing lips hold an oasis close
She drinks his kiss as if one could never get enough
In the hot summer sun burning heart yearns
It does not matter what it is
or where it leads them
as long as it creates an inner glow
Singing sizzles relighting loves croaking flames
Infatuation may be coming - but volatile
ignites when paper lips hold tears prisoner
Positively resonated does not appear out of the blue
Falling salt seasoned spice
Trail seeking light
This is a powerful and invigorating moment
Jumping angry to paradise
Shedding the green shirt of a Queen
She was cold, but the sun stroked her
soft and warm over the cheeks
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 26.06.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Sifting through the ashes,
Hoping I will find,
The part of me, I left behind.
Amidst the scorched corners of my mind,
Embers of my memories shine.
Ancestors of the Divine,
Wandering endlessly,
Existing for centuries.
A revealing history,
Shrouded in mystery,
Hiding the truth,
Embrace your divinity.
Love, and Dignity,
Was how it used to be.
such a beautiful sight to see,
so many flames,
Burning so Brightly.
A nature so friendly and free,
Co existing peacefully.
A Life lived abundantly,
was our true reality.
Then with some trickery,
Came the material misery,
Separating you and me.
Suffocating our society,
With it's distracting variety,
Robbing us of our Energy.
Smoldering and molding the Truths,
Their hand In all we believe,
Their only aim to Deceive,
So we never achieve,
Oneness,
Wholeness.
Stop this whole mess.
Sift through your Ashes,
Find the Glow,
Now Blow!
Watch the winds of change,
Come and rearrange what you Know.
Relighting your flame,
So we can end this Game.
All Praise, In "your" Creators Name,
I lost so many days,
Trudging through that battle field,
Struggling under the weight of armour,
Tired of putting up my shield.
Precious time lost stuck in turmoil,
Always at war with my mind,
Looking for a way to take control,
Seeking the peace I craved to find.
I chose to take the torch,
Relighting the spark burnt out inside,
Fuelling a brand new way of life,
One that I now live with pride.
No longer a hostage of my history,
Taking the pen to write my own story,
As I live, present and in the moment,
For the first time ever, I feel free.
I'm still a work in progress,
Piece by piece, slowly becoming whole,
But self acceptance now fills my heart,
A warming glow now lines my soul.
For years I thought I was lost,
Convinced that's how it'd always be,
Until I became confident in my authenticity,
Realising all along, that, home is here in me.
The embrace scratches my soul
She is holding on for dear life
My bruised ego pushes her off
The hurt is swallowed like a pill
Them lies did us in eventually
The bloodied vision my fate
The rain beating us so heavily
Lightening severing my soul...
Levitating spinning journeying
Then love I divorced from my heart
This me will only use my head I swore
My heart is not a plaything dear I cursed
To be tossed without a single iota of care
I dare not give in to the bite again
Lest I do fall backwards like One Adam
Under them tempting claws of Lilith...
Enchantress devouring humanity in Me
Even as I fathom the me turning dark
Crying out for most beautiful love... Eva
Relighting the flames of eternity in me
I let my sword fall limp on my cold hand
Beloved one warming my cold dark spine
Colors sprung and gardens gained sparks
The ethos of love created In me a paradise
Blooms of carnations, scents of lavender
Paradise is now found do allow the access
Seraphi let me, bowing over flaming blades
Where is that tree of life that I may now bite
Is it immortality that I now seek in earnest
Son of the light then gathered to my Creator
Relighting Wet Wood
(Remembering Mister B.)
By: Miracle Man
August 23, 2020
Anger’s fumes influenced his steps,
and his thoughts were poisoned by the residue of daily events.
Too much of his life, was spent trying to rekindle a campfire,
and relighting wet wood with gofer matches became an endless task.
He believed life’s destination was most important
but most didn’t see that he wasn’t enjoying the journey.
Perhaps his time would have better been spent
searching out another campsite?
While voices whispered to him from the shadows,
that he should have remained a man alone,
he remembered a vow, “for better or worse”,
then struck another match.
Oh now sad frog located on the sandy beach
Emotions raging around the body as an Icelandic volcano
burning holds in a vice grips deeply
Stranded in the cemetery of broken hearts
It is as if parts of the heart where torn out
shreaded from the body without an anesthesia
Deep arrow strikes in Golden Sunshine beams
Maybe he worries for no reason
Warm thoughts sail faraway yonder
An endless sandy beach, white as snow
washed with the blue ocean in brilliant yellow sunlight
Singing dreams kissing lips hold an oasis close
She drinks his kiss as if one could never get enough
In the hot summer sun burning heart yearns
It does not matter what it is
or where it leads them
as long as it creates an inner glow
Singing sizzles relighting loves croaking flames
Infatuation may be coming - but volatile
ignites when paper lips hold tears prisoner
Positively resonated does not appear out of the blue
Falling salt seasoned spice
Trail seeking light
This is a powerful and invigorating moment
Jumping angry to paradise
Shedding the green shirt of a Queen
She was cold, but the sun stroked her
soft and warm over the cheeks
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 26.06.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
An Ec Dote
All carbs on the table
hunger in the bank
More or less disabled
— nothing in the tank
**
To Simmer Or Boil
Poetry important
prose lesser so
Each word a keystone
to hold or let go
Nothing redundant
no fill in the stew
The meaning dependent
— on stirrings anew
**
Access Denied
Deaf to that ear
Blind to that eye
Numb to that touch
— senses denied
**
Morning Prayer
Conviction relighting
tomorrow’s lost candle ...
Through darkness and doubt
— indecision in flames
**
‘A View From The Bridge’
Lyrical playwright
tragedy staged
Actor’s harmonic
— script to betray
**
Uncomfortable Truth
I’m not
divorced ...
I’m just not married
— anymore
**
Piercing The Veil
Hearing it
clearly
Hearing it
plain
Goodbye
is what’s spoken
For all
— you can’t say
**
Crossing Over
Being different
to be different
creates more of the same
True genius
crossing over
redefining the game
When the road
takes a fork
most commonfolk choose
With the Sage
going straight
— indecision removed
**
Ergo Sum
Embracing
what’s presented
You become
— what you know
**
Fluid Contention
Whisky’s
for drinking
Water’s
— for fighting over
**
Reverso
So often ...
the dumber you act
— the smarter you think you are
**
To Forgive
You can’t rebuild
a friendship
by ignoring
what’s destroyed
You can’t forgive
injustice
with spite and hate
— deployed
**
Mea Culpability
You don’t have to
agree with me
But you’re responsible
— for your words
**
New Clothes For The Emperor
Sounding smart
over being smart
Dilettante’s pander
— with truth on parade
**
Rising Above
Consensus
on the chopping block
Contention
in the throes
King Solomon
denuding both
Dogmatic
— he bestows
(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)