Long Role Poems
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You’ve got a lark on the brain
I’ve got a ghost in mine
Shape of the shadows of things to come
Half started is only half begun
In the distance I hear a violin
Loosely based on ragged knee
Shades of grey floating free
Insipid dreams are following me
Took the tragic risk
Death served cold
On a porcelain dish
Whitest whites darkest nights twist of fate
Winding roads you can’t navigate
Empty room bereft of grace
With frozen eyes his lips embrace
Sold your soul for the title role
The bill’s come due
What’s happened before you can’t undo
You’re gonna pay his price
The valley of deaths’ a fools paradise
Nosferatu walks with death
His dear dear friend, walks as death walks
His dear dear friend
Shapes have no form shades have no color
Don’t need it no more, the almighty dollar
The knifes in the block, the axe it swings
Listen to the bells as they ring
In for a penny in for a pound
Penny for the old guy
Leave it where you found .....it
Strawmans’ head is full of hay
Nothing new has come your way
Treats you as his enemy
While wearing a mask of integrity
No ones gonna bring you round
Black birds cry the perfect sound.
“Come now, my friend, let me help,”
Said the rich man with a camera in hand,
His voice smooth, his smile grand,
As he approached the man in the alley so damned.
“Tell me your story, we’ll capture it right,
For the world needs to see your plight.”
The poor man’s eyes, swollen and red,
Watched the rich man prepare his lens with dread.
“I’m here to give, to lift your strife,”
Said the rich man, adjusting the scene of life,
“Let’s show the world your pain and your need,
And they’ll follow, donate, and heed.”
The poor man’s voice trembled, deep and raw,
His life, his loss, his endless flaw,
“I’ve lost my arms to cancer’s snare,
And my legs are weak, I cannot bear.”
Tears streamed down, mingled with dust,
His cries for help, a poignant thrust,
A moment of anguish, a plea from the heart,
Captured in pixels, a dramatic art.
“Smile for the camera,” the rich man said,
As he adjusted the light, the lens, the spread,
“And later, you’ll see, your story will gain,
Followers and funds, to ease your pain.”
With a final click, the scene was done,
The rich man handed over a sum,
The poor man’s hands shook, tears fell free,
A brief respite from his agony.
“Stand up now, and get to work,”
The rich man said, beginning to shirk,
His role in this drama, now complete,
He turned away, leaving the man’s defeat.
The poor man, alone, in his suffering space,
Looked at the money, his tear-streaked face,
“I’m a cripple,” he cried, “with hands that are gone,
Why not leave us to die, why string us along?”
“If you can’t help, then just walk away,
Stop turning our misery into your play.”
His voice broke, echoing through the night,
A plea for dignity, a call for the right.
In the end, the cameras clicked away,
Leaving the poor man in disarray,
A heartbroken plea, a soul laid bare,
Lost in the echoes of an unjust care.
I’m crawling back into my shell
Must hibernate for just a spell
My soul and body are not well
I need to flee from outer hell
A sabbatical of the soul…
In need of love to make me whole
My inner peace of mind they stole
Disturbed by every changing role
I’ll sit a while and nurse my pain
Assuage the hurt, comfort to gain
Alone the fight to keep me sane
Undam the tears, my cleansing rain
In the hush of sacred hour
How I feel my Savior’s power
The thorns His, and mine the flower
His love, His grace, a firm tower
Your words can hurt and they can heal
Imbued with heavenly appeal
Clothed with His love, the heart they steal
But, oh, the need to keep them real
Oh, the need to keep them REAL
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Line of inquiry:
“What if life is a lucid dream
Borne by thoughts we ourself did stream
Wherein our designated role
Is to dance atop love’s moonbeam”
———————————————————————
And if life is a lucid dream
No life, without you is a nightmare of screams
Even when sad you can make me smile
Purple thoughts of you stretch a mile
I dance atop love’s yellow moonbeam
Pulled like white fish on line in stream
Having been loved by one so gentle
Anoints my soul life made simple
Neon nights made bright by charm
You delight with kiss in warm arms
Destined to die if I ever lose you
Amethyst angst would kill you too
We are one in the same book of love
Needing each other never losing touch
Soul ties unite and we are united in love
I already knew I loved you like no love I’d ever felt,
But no one could’ve prepared me for how my heart would melt.
The first time that I held you and your little eyes met mine,
It was like we’d been together bound by love for a lifetime.
I am so blessed to be your Mummy and I will cherish this special role,
And the deep love that I feel for you will live forever in my soul.
You are already growing up right before my very eyes,
And every little thing you do makes my heart burst with pride.
There’s nothing you could do that could change the way I feel,
And I thank you for being my daughter and for making my heart heal.
excerpted from "For an album";
Adrienne Rich (1987)
...
Our story is of moments
when even slow motion moved too fast
for the shutter of the camera:
words that blew our lives apart, like so,
eyes that cut and caught each other...
...our story is
how still we stood,
how fast."
That still fresh old photograph of you
astride a spotted pony, bare feet
dangling as limply as your torn dress:
the background was a high veranda,
cool green trimmed with gingerbread.
A small boy sat the animal with you --
two solemn and handsome children
upon a well-fed pony, photographed
by an itinerant in the thirties --
the time frozen as long as the picture
or our fading memories of it may last.
Some say the boy, our brother,
did little in his forty-six years;
but now, we see his boy's eyes,
soft, liquid, serious, sad,
no hint of smile about them.
We weep his loss.
And you, sister:
alert, protective, girl's face
set to fend off the world --
cast so early in your role
as the family glue
holding us all together.
Not succumbing to eternity
at a death bed, but at the cross
My Saviour and Lord gave up the ghost…
According to the Scriptures in John 19:30,
“When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar,
he said, It is finished: and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost.”
Yes, at His crucifixion, He declared, “It is finished.”
Such was and is always a statement of great triumph
Reverberating God’s compassion toward every human
Offering His gift of eternal life to sinners like you and me.
Indeed, He uttered, “It is finished.”
Such is His assurance of everlasting redemption
Reaching-out to those who believe His sacrificial work
By faith… believing Him as the way, the truth, and the life.
Gloriously, He proclaimed, “It is finished.”
Such is now my vibrant hope as I strive and persist
To share the Gospel, testifying of His loving kindness
And by His grace, cheering others with His peace and joy.
With His omnipotence, He asserted, “It is finished.”
Such keeps me going on, persevering to do my best
Maximizing opportunities for functional role-performance
So that when I face Him, I’ll say, “By Your mercy, I finished the race.”
Success is not just being
the best,
it's been so unassisted in a
test.
Success is not been
someone else,
but by making yourself a
role model to everyone else.
Success is not just
academic stability,
it's the mandate to succeed
in every good ability.
Success is not just getting
there first,
it's sometimes needed to
carry the rest.
Success isn't ' i know and
you don't ',
neither is it ' you know and
i don't '.
It always says ' what can
we learn from eachother ',
or ' lets strive to be the best
together '.
Success is not measured
by fames or fortunes,
but by the amendment of
the past misfortunes.
Success has nothing to do
with your age,
neither is it acheived by
lust or rage.
Success is not having all
you want,
but by you appericiating,
cos that will count.
Success is set in motion by
great men,
who have nothing to do wit
bad omen.
success doen't smile and
say ' i have all ',
neither does it laugh and
say ' you don't have at all '.
Success isn't in knowledge
or wealth,
but it's in justice and divine
health.
Success is acheived by
great readers,
who end up being
exceptional leaders.
Success is not a feeling of
superity,
but by a unique character
and humility.
Coupled with hardwork and
determination,
in other to acheive all
dreams and visions.
Success doesn't mean
financial prosperity,
but it means heavenly
security.
To get tn the house of
greatness,
one must walk through the
road of success.
Successful people believe
right from d day of their
birth,
and in that which can't be
destroyed by moth or death.
The role of man is to experience the drama of life. We might guess why the universe was created, at the least it was for man to live this material life. His inherent nature has developed, over the eons of surviving in this lonely place. His passions have run the gamut of all things that can be held. With his bare hands, he has made every kind of thing found under the sun. His imaginative creations, speak of the artist and the craftsman as mystical shaman, and with an inspired hand, raises up all of mankind. For he has made that legendary journey of a thousand steps, and set in motion, The Divine Mission. Mans evolution is in the interest of all the cosmos, for where else would you find a race like the humans, with their extreme nature? With their war and peace, the dying and the newborn, the nightmares and the beautiful dreamers? Is there another place that has bred those such as us? Who else could you find that believe in a god such as ours, and where else would you find a creature that would die, for such a thing as love?!
Author Dana Redricks
July 18, 2023
As I flow through life’s rivers on my quest, in ceaseless motion, some truths persist, seasons, steadfast in their cyclic rounds, each unfolding, with reasons to exist.
Summer’s fervent embrace, ablaze with fire, fuels the passions with rays of golden light, while winter’s icy grip, soft whispers cold, invites introspection, shining virtues bright.
Spring blossoms, like hope’s awakening kiss, a symphony of colors, renewal unfurl. Autumn’s palette, a gentle transition, nature enchanting, as time’s wheel swirls.
Every twist, every rhythm, has a role, a tapestry woven with seamless flair. In life’s grand ballroom, we learn and grow, finding our stride, discovering what’s fair.
Often amidst the shadows, we stumble, err, yet mistakes are stepping stones on our way, for through tumbles, we gain wisdom’s insight, through new wisdom we gain insight, honoring the dawn of a wiser day.
No happenstance occurs without a cause, fate intertwined with choices we conceive, and each soul’s touch, like brushstrokes divine, a tapestry embellished, love’s web we weave.
Thus, let us navigate this flowing stream, embracing destinies shaped by our hand, seeking harmony in the choices we make, guided by voices that help us understand.
For as the rivers carry us on our course, a chorus echoes, reverberating strong, everything holds purpose, a sacred plan, in life’s tumultuous currents, we belong, and guided by passions we become strong. We take our place that becomes our own.