Long Running Poems
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Oh in the early days you couldn’t wait to get your hands on my curves
Now I am getting older, you simply don’t want to know
The times you got my motor running
How you loved to get me all fired up
Engines firing we went the full distance
Suddenly you lost all interest in me
Cashed me in for a younger prettier model
Ruthlessly you cast me aside, left me all alone
All I need now is a bit of love and affection
Put some polish on my bumpers and I’ll be raring to go
How I miss you being part of my life
Even after all these years I still pine for you
Abandoned when I still had so much left to give
Past my prime, now I’m on the scrapheap of life
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How did I get to where I am?
When too much words I learn to express
When expose is in no way plan
How did I live so much to feel so less?
If I wanted to run I would've walked
Yet the more I've walked the lesser I run
Dare I say beyond piles I flocked
And the more were the terrible realization of fun
I knew it wasn't me I know
Yet a me... I came to learn to embrace
Sitting back to realize how life unfold
I wonder are there too much past for me to chase?
Can I know what I am at the moment?
I sat and I thought and I don't really know
I really don't know and I don't have reasons
Rather... I feel I'm always doing as I'm told
How did I get to where I am?
How did I live so much to feel so less?
Again and again I express my tomorrow's plan
Have I a tomorrow with no longer the guess?
As I tried to pull her along with me and our eyes started adjusting to the darkness,
we realized that she was not suffering from some sort of paralysis. Instead, a pair
of large harry hands protruded through the sidewalk and were each wrapped
around one of her ankles.
I am not sure why, but I unzipped my pants and started to urinate on the hands.
“What are you doing”, cried my girlfriend, full of fear.
“Our urine is like acid on their skins”, I answered, not really sure how I knew this.
She stared at me with a quizzical look on her face as if she, too, was afraid to ask
how I knew that – fearful of what my answer might be.
As the skin burned off the large hands, my girlfriend was able to step free and we
started running down the darkened city street.
Off in the distance was a barely perceivable blinking red light marking the
destination I was heading for. Even though it felt like we were running in place and
in slow motion, the red light grew larger and larger with each lethargic step.
Finally, we reached our destination. It looked like a domed baseball stadium
hovering five feet off the ground. I approached a door-like structure and
yelled, “Permission to enter the ship” – only the sounds that came out of my mouth
were strange bleeps and blips.
“No humans allowed”, boomed from the spaceship in the same bleeping language
that I had just used.
“It’s okay – she’s with me”, I responded. My girlfriend took a step back, stared at
me with terror in her eyes – eyes that then rolled back as she started to fall in a
faint.
Just in time, I stepped toward her and grabbed her before she crashed onto the
ground. Her weight and momentum took me down with her in a soft landing with
me cushioning her fall.
It was then that I awoke to find my girlfriend on top of me having somehow aroused
me enough to be pleasuring her in my sleep.
"Oh, you feel so good", she moaned ...only, it came out in bleeps and blips.
It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Patrol the house,
In search of that,
Which could cause harm,
To kith or kin,
Though the job is mine,
The cat is my friend,
So he comes along,
To help where he can,
And we have devised,
A workable plan.
He'll give the call,
If he sees something strange,
And I'll come a-runnin',
That's what we've arranged.
The war cry he gives,
Is a terrible screech,
And I have to admit,
It gives me the creeps.
One night 'bout this time,
A few years ago,
We thought we heard something,
Outside in the snow.
The cat crept up,
To the window sill,
And he gave a cry,
That was eerie and shrill.
The folks were all gone.
They were at church,
And up on the roof,
Came a clatter and lurch;
Then some strange old man,
In a funny red suit,
Came down the chimney,
With a sack filled with loot.
Without hesitation,
I was on the attack.
None of our stuff,
Would he put in that sack.
Back up the chimney,
He flew in disgrace,
And reindeer were running,
All over the place.
They took off like a rocket,
Swooped low and then high.
I swear that I never,
Knew reindeer could fly.
Some poor old lady,
Was out in the street,
Never knew what hit her,
It was reindeer feet.
Her husband stood staring,
In total dismay,
And they sing about her,
To this very day;
How on her way home,
From the church which was near,
Grandma got run over,
By eight reindeer.
It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Are on the alert,
But he won't be back.
(Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
(walking home from church on Christmas Eve,
(Ohhhh you can say you don't believe in Santa,
(but as for me and Grandpa --- WE BELIEVE!)
(Now you know the whole story)
For Last Fifty Poems Contest by Brian Strand
For DejaVu Christmas contest by Debbie Guzzi
We all have a thief dying to come out
We must control that side of us…We must undo that knot (we must solve the case)
We are victims in our own minute minds…no doubt
We must arrest that criminal…before it causes mischief and what not (find your own way out of my maze)
Reawaken from depression
Don’t be weighed down by apprehension…
Stay awake…don’t wither away…don’t move a single muscle
Listen to the whispering wind…and its rustle
Promise me you won’t drift away
Drowning in depression
Don’t let me influence you to a certain degree
Stay alive…and be content… wait till Resurrection
Glisten as the sensational sun…and its sun rays, glittering with glee
(chorus) Weighed down…
I’m wearing a remorseful frown…
Weighed down…
Gravity holds me down
To the ground…
without a sound….
Face down…
Without a sound…
left there without a sound…
Without a sound…
no one cared…
they never did
from the start
And it breaks my heart
To say this,
but I feel this way…
And I don’t want to
fade away…
Left without a trace…
Look at my bloodied face
And solve this bewildering,
Outlandish case
While you do that,
I’ll be running the race
But, I’ve learned
That we all wear that mask…of a miserable clown
In my closet are shoes piled high.
Heels, flats and running shoes and; more to buy!
Purses of all shapes and size.
Letting even one go is a huge compromise!
Purple, pink, red and black..
Piled one on top of another in a neat stack!
Ladies, you know the drill..
When the man is at work, hide the bill!
Sneak the package in, when he goes out.
Add it to the rest, because your holding out!
Girls, we never can have too many purses or shoes.
Looking and buying them is our muse.
Ladies, if he does ask about a purchase he claims he has never seen.
Change the subject, then turn on the vacuum machine.
Ladies, give the man what he wants before he can say ANYTHING.
Then tell him your trying to loose weight, then go walking.
From the moment you entered
The room grew heavy
Like a thick dark cloud
Promising rain
Our eyes met
I turned away
You sought audience
I gave you my tears
Certain, you had played me
Like Pa on his country fiddle
...but, I, I saw you the first time
You came through the door
Jesus, Himself, had guided
I declared my devotion
Though you made no motion
Toward the weird, gangly girl
I knew you were mine
Declaring the TRUTH
As though it mattered to others
I would have my family
With Red flags flying in the wind
...I.....saw.....the first time
You hired me on the day
We met, in your office of glory
I decided THIS is my pattern
I can trust in the operation
Yes, yes, He sends, I follow
The evidence is instant
No care or concern
Need be considered
For the path emerging
Before me, like lush grass
....I.....can.....see
We cooked together
In harmony and trust
Such a deep bond
Running through our hearts
Til the blood flowing
Began to break the plaque
And the push to breathe
Became evident in the moment
And you declared
Stop being YOU!!!
.....oh....I see
The diminishing happened
In stages where I needed
Trust to rise up
And declare Himself
As Savior, Keeper of the Keys
Guard, Deliverer, Comforter
Guide...but no...just alone
Because my essence has power
A power you longed to own
So you gutted me, but left the bones
But, you see, I saw YOU the first time
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-05-2026
When words are running rampant
You just have to rein them in.
By lassoing a few of them,
At least you can begin.
They’ll buck and kick and race around,
Defiantly at first,
Especially the adjectives –
You know that they’re the worst.
But once you calm them down and let
The verbs and adverbs mix,
The nouns and pronouns may decide
To use their bag of tricks…
Releasing prepositions
And conjunctions by the score.
You want some interjections?
Hey! You couldn’t ask for more.
If all the parts of speech are caught
You don’t have an excuse.
Without a poem resulting,
You should go and let them loose.
So string them all together
And you’ll possibly succeed
In creating, from these random words,
Some poetry to read.
For she's running away from the backlashes
of her past.
Bringing the old into the new...
trying to kill the memories
that soaks the soul in a tainted
mask.
For she's lost in her own infatuation.
Being lead astray by words of deception
yet, she hasn't learned the lesson that
one needs not to prove ones
flaws and imperfections.
Always under the eyes of inspection
Trying to avoid dirty looks, gestures and
long awaited rejections.
For she is a beauty... hidden from what
she doesn't see.
For maybe oneday...she'll awake from the dream
and realize that she's much more than a
poor mans fantasy.
Living out of bags...going room to room
Searching for the security...
she once had and knew.
Going through the dances of the night...
became the role of a broken soul.
For she had no one to console...
yet, bold,cold,and untold stories
began to unfold.
Leaving her with more bruised emotions
and more despair to hold.
For one day she'd awaken to a new day...
excepting forgiveness and praise.
For she was blessed in awakening to
see another day.
Realizing that she was and is worth more.
when she
bowed her head, kneeled down and
prayed.
The End!
The bachelor sits alone
eating his microwaved dinner
the commercials say they're tasty
but he begs to differ.
tonight, its pot roast and beans
for dessert, a lousy brownie
honestly, I wouldn't serve this to the jailbirds
locked up at county.
They're cheap and easy to fix
or so they say
comes complete with a sheet of plastic
encased in a collectible tin tray
the advertising is clever
using words like low fat and carb free
but can someone please explain
what is a vegetable medley?
The bachelor unhappy with the evening's cuisine
grabs a book and takes a pill
it's for insomnia
not the kind to give you a thrill
shortly, the words are running together
the pill is doing its job
in a few more years
its teeth in a glass
and no more corn on the cob
The bachelor accepts
that he's challenged in cooking
and frozen nutrition will have to suffice
but what he can't understand
is why it takes him a half an hour
to cook a bag of minute rice.