Long Remind Poems
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Remind me of my childhood,
where everything felt okay,
though I know now nothing
was okay. I smiled for youth,
dreaming "when I grow up,
I will be a great person,
with a kind heart, ready
to help everyone. I dreamt
to be an engineer, astronaut,
physicist, a scientist, a doctor.
As I grew up, I never imagined
how life would have turned out.
I made it to the university,
as a medical student. Priorities
are changing, questions are weighing
in my mind. "Will I be able
to help a person needing my help?",
"will I keep my vows?", "was this
my dream job?", "am I on the
right path?". Things seemed hard
to me, so heavy. I fight with temptations.
I also dream of a beautiful life,
beautiful home, beautiful wife,
beautiful life, peaceful life. But as I look
at my parents, they are getting old,
and I can’t help. My mind is filled
with anxiety, I'm thinking too much
of what will happen. What will happen
if I won't make it in time? Dear God,
please raise Your hand and point me
in the right direction. I'm worried
that if I continue running my life
I will ruin it. I surrender to You.
Take all my weaknesses, addictions,
keep me away from temptations.
Grant my wishes as You see fit
and keep me distant from the
evil. Amen. May Your light guide
my every step, and bring peace
to my troubled heart.
They kept finding different ways to lynch us
Oh we're still spectacles
They just watch from their smartphones
Watching as we struggle
Watching us be tackled
They don't see us as victims
Just waiting for a pundit
To say we deserve it
Let's not forget about the 13th ammendment
Instead of being slaves they just entered our names in the system
As an excuse to reduce us to numbers
Instead of being slaves we were just labelled as criminals
Technically 'slavery' was abolished
So instead of being whipped
We were punished
With imprisonment
They just found a loophole
A different form of control
Don't get me started on the education system
A place where our history is hidden
A place of division
And preferential treatment
Of a certain race of students
They do it just enough
To remind us of our place in this institution
A constant reminder of how we will never fit in
All because our skin which triggers their racism
If you think racism has ended
Then you're choosing ignorance
You need to be educated
But us black people won't do it
Linda is making her urgent plea today
to all who read her desperate message;
she asks for comforting words and prayers
for her son Eric, who is going to Iraq, whose
pride and courage reflects a young age.
Go, Eric from your loved Motherland
and bring along the Star-Spangled flag...
to remind you of a mission of liberty,
to open the eyes of those deceived by tyranny;
go, Eric and bring along God's mercy.
Saying goodbye may be too hard,
so let tears flow to release much pain,
and your sacrifice is another child's gain...
an American soldier being there to transform ugliness into beauty,
to let him, or her see how a kind and loving stranger can change their destiny.
Go, Eric and make America proud with your manly ego,
and tell your mom that another unforgettable hero
will be added to the long list of those who planted their seed;
and on his return his family and friends will hug him
and congratulate him for his bravery and grit.
God's protection is invoked by a well-wisher and a caring person like me...
to bring you home in the shortest time, safe and sound;
and may the desert nights help you find that special friend in the stars,
and may the long days resemble the radiant sun's face, and should
you break down and cry: don't let despair be your demise.
Embrace your mother, and kiss her tenderly,
show her how strong and confident you are...
to go overseas and engage in a war still fought with atrocity;
look afar...visualize the moments of your glory:
when you'll land on your adored and beloved shore.
Inspired by Linda-Marie Bariana's Blog
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
…….Love leaves our hearts
But memories are shadows
Following us
wherever we may go
We try move on
and get caught up this distraction called life
But sunny days remind us there is darkness in the light
From whence our love remained
Now, has left a gaping hole
Jungian Psychology
The unconscious mind is so disagreeable
Reminiscing can be so deceitful
I try to run
But I move too slow
Because Shadows always come and go
When they leave we never know
Coming to terms with the reality of it all
God it really hurts when pride comes before the fall
Love Leaves our hearts
But memories are shadows……
Form:
Father you have taught me many things
Like how to hurt alone because you won't talk to me
Father I still learned your lessons I did it from a distance because a man must learn by paying attention right
I tell everyone the lessons you taught. Me
I even make up clever analogies', ones I bet
You would of used to teach me if I wasn't
So good at learning from watching you
Father I have come so far why are you so distant
And why are you so angry did I not learn well at all
I stayed out of your way and now years later I
Pick you up when you fall and im patient with you
As you blame me for some things to take peoples
Attention of the confusion your unsure of who you are
Father I want so bad to remind you of who you are
Every time I pick you up your pride is hurt and I want to
Tell you it's OK through the actions I show which I.
Learned from watching you but you just get aggravated
Father is it true that you never was teaching me a thing
That maybe I was in your way and thats why you didn't
Talk to me
Father im sorry for not being the way you wanted me
But I still learned many lessons and now I have
Taught some to. No matter how bad you screw me up
I will still be here for you because that's what seperate
Us. I will be a good man with nothing to show
Another lesson you taught. Me the world is cold
Then you took my jacket my boots and hair
I cant seem to get to you but I am right here
Last lesson dad im your son I will be ok I will miss you
You taught me how to live and showed me how to die
Today I show with pride what of you is left behind
Profound and sad thoughts
seem to overwhelm in solitude,
but the heart and mind seek a crimson sky
as the evening gathers big and small stars;
and quite often they lead us there...
whenever love doesn't grant us our wishes,
then reality is the dream we follow!
Making decisions can drastically change
one's life, there shouldn't be regrets
or second thoughts to avert fate:
it's either triumph or defeat,
nothing can be rearranged!
Seek a crimson sky with the heart and mind,
breathe in the scent of fragrant blossoms,
admire the vibrant colors of the blazing sunset:
God's hand paints it each evening
for our delight to remind us that He still loves us!
How might capitalism
and egocentric competitive allies
of patriarchalism
racism
sexism
monoculturalism
totalitarianism
binary double-standardism
anthropocentrism
remind us of which competitive communication weapons
develop further violently aggressive apartheid?
And which regenerate gratitude
for cooperative
co-passionate communication tools,
both verbal and non-verbal,
for growing multiculturally resilient social capital?
contextual rightbrain intuitively felt
both/and nuanced
dipolar co-arising left/right
bicameral intelligence.
Which of your green ecofeminist allies
share your active curiosity
and passion for issues
of healthy democratic empowering Trust?
universal,
so not divided or divisive,
unitarian
unable to passively accept
aborting tolerance,
or to explicitly intend
to collaborate with evil,
instead to comply
with win/win cooperative living systems
resiliently accommodating long-term health concerns
anticipated for our next seven regenerations
of social capital wealth.
Too often we become fascinated
with persuading our non-allies
how not only different
but more right we have become
in our old established
entrenched rightwing
v leftwing ways
perhaps because we cannot remember,
when ego's healthy survival
feels at heartless stake,
multiculturally depolarizing conversations
invite both/and responsiveness
more than either/or debate.
Critically nuanced thinking/feeling dialogue,
essential to non-violent communication resonance,
speaks of chosen people
only after deeply listening
for muted voices of non-privileged
disenfranchised species
without competitive capitalist privilege
derived from patriarchally historical
leftbrain dominant verbal minds
still actively curious
about rightbrain's integral tolerance
for being of underestimated value
becoming non-violent communicators
shunning retributive, punishing judgments
preferring to celebrate
with joyous win/win resistance
embracing compassion's great
healthy nonscorched Earth resilience
restoring green empowered peace
serenely blue surfing
seasoned light
of EarthMatriotic
revolutionary
revolving
evolving healthy resilient justice.
Immodest mouse (though sheepishly I drive):
Cheese-poof ambition traps shred Plexiglas;
Life’s tint is circus; freaks pedaling thrive;
My spinner’s stopped, feline-stripped out of gas.
Cradled in moon’s ambitious pseudo-shine,
Not that I could, see I’ve nowhere to go;
Clawed dizzy by stars she hangs as a shrine,
Marathons end; unfinished lines won’t glow.
Out of fuel. Out of road. Locked out of car,
Stained trips on oil-leaks cadaverous spilt;
Climbing the gallows I’ll soon be a star,
Thumb-tacked eternal; pierce sharp lunar guilt.
As I ascend, I wink once at the moon
Just to remind her - she’ll come down real soon.
It comes to me that every street
or patch of crowded humanity
has become a battle zone.
The fight is muddled the cause unclear.
The sky rains tears of spite and rage
and it comforts us not.
Did the sunflowers stop turning to the light,
did the earth beneath our feet turn rancid,
or did we bury our eyes in a mudslide of hate?
Have we become what we feared the most,
our irrevocable and forever reviled enemy?
The fields of sunflowers,
are still gold faced in the sunlight,
but the land is slowly pickling them,
we will have to keep a few in a jar,
that they may eventually remind us
of a former undiagnosed sanity,
a world of hope,
before it went to war with itself.
Why close your eyes so you can't see
All the wonderful sweet beauty
All around that you might miss
If you keep being blind to this
Awesome world we're livin' in
Take a look and you will find
Beauty that will fill your mind
Images of bright bold color
Leaving you to ever wonder
How you missed it everyday
Next time you are on your way
Take a second look around
From the sky down to the ground
Noticing things you have missed
Your brains gonna make a list
And store away pictures too
Images to help you through
Any bad times you might find
All this beauty will remind
You that it will be alright
Stars are shining big and bright
Sending up a secret wish
To always let it be like this