Long Rhyme Poems
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I’m haunted by the ghost of you
It’s true maybe I’ve had a few
But what am I supposed to do
When my heart is broken into two
I’m chasing a ghost through a bottle of blue
Trying to remember who I was without you
But the more that I try to forget your face
The more I’m attuned to this empty space
The silence is loud, the shadows are deep
I can’t escape you, not even in my sleep
I’m tracing the outline of where you once stood
I’d erase the memory of you right now if I could
I’m wearing your silence like Yves Saint Laurent
My head echoes memories only you seem to haunt
I’ll pour one more glass for the ghost in the room
And let the scent of your absence become my perfume.
Dear Lord, we pray for Your guidance in this election year.
May those we choose for office uphold the values we hold dear.
We've heard so many grand schemes, some difficult to perceive.
Father, we hardly know which of the candidates to believe.
We ask for discernment as we approach that sacred booth.
May electees put national interest above self and speak the truth.
May only honorable people represent the citizens they serve,
And with insightful vision our precious liberties preserve.
When facing tough decisions, may they seek counsel with You,
Praying for perception and wisdom in all that they do.
May they ever strive for peace and brotherhood among all nations,
Keeping in mind that their deeds will affect future generations.
We pray that our legislators will cast all bickering aside,
And that a spirit of goodwill and reason will truly abide.
May leaders surround themselves with advisors true and sage,
That they may reason together in this very demanding age.
When facing matters of principle, may they take a moral stand.
May they always look to You and heed your guiding Hand.
Help them to recognize that Divine guidance should never be ignored
As the Psalmist said, "Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord!"
Ample vicissitudes we both had faced
after the blood-curdling shipwreck while on voyage
trapped in a warren, dreams sailed in a haze
my young master bravely tamed me for his advantage
I became his bosom friend, worth not to put back in a cage.
Young master, what a strong faith you had!
despite the danger you didn’t give up
you had the power, a gift unparalleled to any other lad
to commiserate a beast was not your mishap
nature’s realm was exalted by your heart to the top.
While the wave-tracks lead to uncertainties,
life-boat drifted along the sea in misery
you felt at ease with me despite your difficulties
as fishes miraculously abounded, I fed myself happily
believing that you were the best angler who did all things for me.
I hummed a song in a long journey of anguish
on our way awaited all the scorching hassles
the gale of storm flogged once more its piece
mysterious island beckoned with its ostentatious obstacles
but, your courage and prayers walked over all troubles
finally, I found my lair through your ardent struggles.
August 12, 2013 6.30pm
©2013by Leonora Galinta
Second Place
Contest: any poem goes
Judged: 12/30/2013
Sponsor: Poet Linda PD
I am the old woman who lives in a shoe
I have so many children telling me what to do
Some are twenty, thirty, forty and fifty too
but to hear them all screaming you'd think they were two
Tattling and fighting, yelling, squawking, all through the night
arguing the same thing over and over until it's daylight
Demanding, exclaiming that they are always right
always blaming the other no matter their plight
Spinning in circles, no resolution to be found
the chaos unfolding just keeps me homebound
Enlarging their problems, keeping others spellbound
They can't seem to focus, it goes round and round
Lying and stealing, and cheating, they all accuse
The one whose accusing always has an excuse
Pointing the finger at others, a tactic they use
Sick of the tantrums, you become a recluse
They can't see the problem, it's all one big game
to see how much more they can milk from the old dame
They all want control of the shoe, it's so lame
Tying the shoelace is driving me insane
Teaching these children, each eyelet has a price
You can't skip one over, it isn't deemed nice
Each hole you lace through is another bill to be paid
to lace through each one means more money must be made
Thoughts can't be gathered, the frenzy causing delays
Old Mother, those children are too old to relate
That they are responsible for divining their own fate
Promises are broken, they can't really correlate
Old woman's not their mother and wants a clean slate
The banshees are furious, they don't want to pay
No understanding without old woman paving the way
the shoe will soon crumble and to dust, it will fade
So come on spoiled brats, scream your lives away
Yell louder this is a cycle that's hard to escape
The shoe is the prison their own minds did create
Stop blaming and pay the house a fair rate
Listen before the old woman gets up and runs away
Kick rocks, she tells them now to pay their own way
They scream louder when she turns the other way
Took her for granted, but she was first not second rate
The years fall to the side as she leaves you to your fate
the vision of youth returning will soon resonate
Old Woman kicks her shoes off without delay
Now a young woman, she turns her back and walks away
You asked me, death where is your sting?
Well to your, family and friends pain I bring.
Whose fault is that?
When I took your last breath.
Many bodies I put to rest.
When their faith are put to the test.
Now their bones laid in a shallow grave,
Hoped that they souls would be safe.
You challenged me,
Created viruses in a laboratory.
You always at war,
Want to be rich and ashamed to be poor.
You created your own destructions,
Substances abused, nature pollutions,
I think you all are confused.
I play by your rules.
You caused your own tragedies,
I only took you out, your miseries.
You welcomed me into your house,
Begged to take your friends even your spouse.
Now you cry, don’t want to say goodbye?
It is too late you have to live with your mistakes.
I will always be around a new body to found,
That is my sting, heartaches I bring.
I feel I've had an advantage because I live alone
and a lot of my socializing, lately, is on the phone.
Working from my home has not left me jobless
That's why I feel the need to open up and confess
I'm better off than those burdened with stress
so I've got no complaints or reasons to bemoan.
It has been an eye-opening experience for me,
not understanding why so many people disagree
about keeping others safe and free from a disease
by the simple task of wearing a mask. So, PLEASE
comply and the world will soon rise from its knees.
Covid is a beast to kill, and it's our responsibility.
I've learned to be self-sufficient. It's come in handy
for now I tweak my recipes by adding a little brandy.
Seriously, no longer do I take anything for granted...
I'm missing family and friends, and I'm disenchanted
by those whose views have become a little slanted,
by pretending everything will be just fine and dandy.
My philosophy about isolation hinges on our attitude.
It's time to work together, and brotherhood renewed.
Humanize your heart and stop placing all the blame
on one thing or another. Many should feel the shame
of mocking the pandemic as an illusion, just a game.
We need to value the worth of life; or we're screwed.
Posted ~ July 30th, 2020
Isolation Philosophy Contest
Sponsor ~ Chantelle Anne Cooke
To understand the humor
In the cartoons of Roz Chast,
Check out a new exhibit*
Of her work – it’s unsurpassed.
My favorite is an ABC book
Titled “Things I Hate”
Which features many items
To which I can sure relate.
Examples such as “Undertow”
And “Waterbugs” and “Heights”
Are illustrated in a way
That’s filled with pure delights.
I couldn’t help but smile as I
Perused each cartoon page
And noted that all comers
Did most equally engage.
How special to have talent
So specific and unique!
Go check her out and you’ll agree
I know of what I speak.
*at the Museum of the City of New York
I wish someone had told me long ago
That empathy comes with a caveat, you know
It's not all about putting yourself in their shoes
And accepting the hurt they pass on to you
It's about understanding their pain and strife
And seeing why they lead a troubled life
But it's also about knowing when to draw the line
And not sacrificing your boundaries, which are yours and mine
For when we do that, we become a safe house
For all the demons that haunt and rouse
From within the ones we try to empathize with
And end up becoming their punching mitt
Their scars and wounds may be deep and raw
But they have no right to hurt you with their claws
And though they may not know how to heal
You cannot be their constant shield
For if you keep giving them excuses and room
To keep spreading their darkness and gloom
They'll never learn to do better, to rise
And you'll only be left with silent cries
So let empathy be a two-part tale
Of understanding and boundaries that never fail
Let us learn to be compassionate yet bold
And never let our own worth be sold.
Friendly user, you're so kind
When you stop to look around
I am standing right behind
Like your shadow on the ground
We can't see us, we are nowhere
Its the largest realm on earth
None of us dreamt to be there
Still we're nowhere from the birth
We don’t know us, yet we are
Superfast to fall in love
And it lasts till morning star
Comes to shine from high above
Gone forever, we return
Everything looks quite the same
Since we left, no one concerned
What we are and who’s to blame
Nowhere people, you’re the nation
Of enormous quantity
Frankly, all the population
Of the digital peasantry
Each of us can be a conduit for Heaven. It takes being present and open so that you're able to be guided to help and bless others. Remember that anything is possible and miracles happen all the time. Blessings, love and light.
Conduit for Heaven
By Michelle Morris
24/12/2022
I never expected to be
A conduit for Heaven above
I never expected to feel
So many blessings and love
I am nobody and everyone
I am special and unique
I am lost in a billion lives
And in history's way of dealing
I am part of a strange and difficult life
A path I felt I'd never have chosen
Yet, by all accounts it would seem
That everything was meant to be broken
For in all the losses and all the traumas
I learned much about my strength and integrity
How I could remain above the fray
And be kind to all my enemies
Sometimes it was so challenging
To keep silent and walk away
People often think you're weak
When you're stronger than they imagine
For dignity and kindness
Is usually underestimated
Being constructive is a gift
That God gives to the greatest
Still, I retain a humble air
I don't think I'm better than you
I just try my very best to do
Better to each soul in situ
I never expected to be
A conduit for Heaven
Despite being told many a time
That I would be God's angel
A lightworker and old soul
Sent to this world to help save it
Seemed far to high a quest
Almost beyond outlandish
But, here we are in reality
As much as we can perceive it
And I keep being given messages
To share with human beings
Maybe one day I'll understand it
Maybe one day it will make sense
But for now I'll do my best to help
Every human soul I can influence
© Michelle Morris, 2022