Long Retake Poems

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Pillow Thoughts

Lest there be any doubt,
There has been far too much,
For the hand that has written so squarely,
Has spoken with a tongue that is round.
There is much to do,
Far more then any mouth can speak.
The dormant seeds whose wait nears death,
Need not internment under mountains to breath,
But freedom to grow under the faithful eye of patience,
Whose blanket comforts and nourishes,
Waiting for eyes to open.
There is an ocean where tears need to be fished,
Mixed with blood and the black of ink,
Poured into an opaque bottle,
Shaken once for eternal life
And with the gift of hands that let go,
And a brush whose name none may know,
A stroke shall begin to shape,
Remake and retake
The face whose hope had faded.


Determination and Grit

I slipped on a teardrop and landed upright, 
With no tigers or werewolves to scare me, 
In the long silent night so salient and tight, 
Where there was no hunger and travesty.

Desiderata mounted as a goat passions one, 
Front legs up, leaning upon his spritely girl;
Fuel of life, oh twig of gentleness unsprung, 
Never do you appear contingent on a twirl. 

Winds howled on and on under supervision, 
It seemed as if they were tall and even valid; 
Rains hit hard my fragile frame of collision, 
For nothing and nonchalance did they pallid. 

Hiding my face with a wooden, olive scarf, 
And umbrella to enhance my laugh stout, 
I braced the chill that bade me ill and dwarf, 
To retake the lost love that i could not gout. 

Vigour of kings, my heart leapt for plenty, 
Directivity vitalised my lionising soft breath,
Towards my rock of goodness, my morality, 
And I landed stealthily in my own free seth.
Form: Quatrain

An Unplugged Medicinal Walk

taking a walk alone
at home i leave my phone
my purpose will not be defeated
my opinion in many minds have been deleted

so many things here for years i have missed
taking a walk alone and unplugged is what i insist
this is just my new journey in life
it is as rare as the thought of me with a wife

the views are so amazing to the visual touch
my choice to focus on electronic views caused me to miss quite much
the beauty of life nowadays is unknowingly ignored
my whole self has become so stagnant and lead me to become bored

the sound of the air and the feel of a breeze
is so unfimiliar to me that it knocks me to my knees
i will continue to take walks like these or just simply sit
all devices will be left to 'sleep' as i retake everything all in and recommit
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Hunchbacked Dreams

Into the wild scatter your docile dreams, 
Like animals from rusted cages freed, 
For seamless years hunchbacked by low-slung beams,   
Now through ceilings of boughs can boldly feed 
On oracles hung in the new-glimpsed sky,
Telling of the courage of late-fledged wings, 
Paroled from pauses and a fearful sigh, 
Bound for air so sapphire, the heart’s eye blinks. 
Unbend those yearnings, lest they die craven,  
For too long have they been told, it’s too late; 
Let them be by this world unforgiven, 
Or with waiting destiny at last mate. 
Retake the time when life’s freshness thundered, 
Before youth was by dreamless toil plundered.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Darklands

My name is Abioye
Into royalty i was born
I stand here today
Lost, forlorn

But the time has come
For me to stand up for my rights
To return to my Kingdom
Watch my enemy run, take flight

We of Ghana
Are Warrior Kings
My tribesmen and i
Into battle we will sing

But there lies ahead
A journey we must undertake
To reconcile my rightful Kingdom
For my peoples sake

We head along the coastline
Admiring the spread of golden beaches
Backed by plains and scrub
To our coast the greenery reaches

We cross several swollen rivers
To reach the Kwahu Plateau
Forested, rich and lush
Our lands of me, to you

Our followers grow in number
Ashanti, Kwahu and Akyem
Warriors of their tribes
Teenagers to men

We hear in the distance
The sound of beating drums
As we amass on a hillside
Boys to men, we will become

Our shields and spears are raised
Tribal chants resonate
For down the hillside we charge
The enemy at our gates

The battle lasts for hours
Many tribesmen are lost
Our Kingdom has been reclaimed
As we look around to our cost

Generations have ceased
No longer will they go on
Wives will mourn
Never to born

Many years have passed
As our Kingdom thrives and grows
No one will ever retake it
As our tribes unity, showed




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-6.php
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Here Comes This Time

There comes a time
when partisan
and pious positions
are set not aside
but explicitly within
both/and dialogue frames
evolve and revolve
private principles
and public EarthJust policies
for healthcare practice
meditation
medication
consciousness
conscientiousness
compassion
passion stories
redemptively co-invested
cooperative journeys
re-ligioning

There comes a multicultural space
re-connecting who Red Republicans hate diseased the least
with what Green Democrats healthily love the most.

There comes our climatic time
and sacred space
when all EarthTribes must take
and retake
and remake integrally healing opportunities
that feel neither capitalistically safe,
nor competitively win/lose
ZeroSum strategic,
nor popular for defending straight white male
anthroprivileged leftbrain dominance,

But, we must invite each other
with humbling gratitude
positive attitude
into changing international co-relational
co-investing space

Because bicameral consciousness
tells and spells us
this is contextually balancing
universal left Yang
and unitarian right Yintegrity.

There comes our climaxing 
regenerative space
unpositioned
nonpartisan place
for synergetically cooperative
ecological
theological both/and might
power and light,
polyculturally/multiculturally
meta-ecopolitically bright.

"There comes a time
when one must take
the [nonviolently compassionate trans]position
that is neither safe
nor [partisan apartheid] political
nor popular,
but he [sic, for nonviolent humanity]
must do it because conscience
tells him [us] it is right"
     Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

And righteously beautiful,
EarthHealth and Safety
polyvagally 
polypathically
polymathically
polyculturally
polynomially
multiculturally elegant.

Premium Member The Privacy of Your Dreams

what do you dream of when you go to sleep at night
where do you fly to when you turn off the light
hours of travel all alone in your mind
tell me there what it is you find 

together in our wake
i long for a retake
when we kiss under the heavens
i know i'm rolling all sevens

who is it that you meet in the darkness of your sleep
just you two lit by moonbeams in the ocean deep
does he look anything like me
who is he then your fantasy

i hate to invade your privacy
your dreamworld is yours to see
but in the freedom of your imagination 
am i your choice in a world void of caution

September   14   2016   MY
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Down the Roads of Pride-

Down the roads of pride
The street of greed
The path of wrath
The avenue of Envy
Transport  causeway on the thruway
 I'll pass the corridor of by pass on the superhigh
In the alleyway parkway of lust
 Boulevard route artery thruway pass gluttony
Overfull interstate dual carriageway secondary road laneway
Run over by my expressway
I need deliverance
A second chance to drive
I'll meditate on you God
Stay on your pathway
Deny ungodliness cultivate you good be transparent
I shall renew retake my driver's test
I confession been misleading
Racing away slowly impeding my blessings
Now REPENTIVE, turned around learnt my lesson
I've stopped driving left, now I'm driving right
Off the Road of Pride

4/29/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023©

Capture Each Moment

Capture each moment 

Take a picture 
Through my lens 
See if it has been cleansed
When you look have you taken the perfect shot 
Or not
When it comes to capturing 
We capture the moment 
Stay on top of it 
Most definitely own it 
Own the rights to what you took 
Because everything is not always how it looks 

Capture each moment 
With every moment Capture 
You will find what you're after 
Capture each moment 
With every moment Capture 

Take 1, Take 2, Take 3 
Take how many 
Do you think there is supposed to be 
The good thing about it 
Is that if it doesn't take or capture what you're after 
You can erase it 
And retake it 
It's kind of like your life 
You can revise it and get it right 


Capture each moment 
With every moment Capture 
You will find what you're after 
Capture each moment 
With every moment Capture

Every moment is precious 
Take your time 
Dont regret it 
God got you forever 
Get yourself together 
(Repeat 1×)

Capture each moment 
With every moment Capture 
You will find what you're after 
Capture each moment 
With every moment Capture

(Repeat until the chorus fades)

Written by: Concetta Hardnett 
03/12/2023
art

Long Live the King

They marched in millions chanting down the street,
Their captured likeness published in the Post.
Rewarded citizens retake their seat;
(His subjects satisfied) They brag and boast.  

They file back inside their business park,
No choice when keeping families afloat;
"At least on 'Climate Day' I made my mark,
At least that little history I've wrote." 

The King in roars goes stomping through this place;
He rends the trees and tears at mountain skin.
His human guards asleep in drunken space,
From royal gifts of blackened fossil gin.

An oiled Curse doth reign; the Earth He wrecks.
This evil Thing. Tyrannosaurus Hex.
Form: Sonnet

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