Long Sat Poems
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As I sat beneath an old willow tree,
low limbs shaded me on this summer day.
A cool breeze mussed my hair, setting it free
as I sat beneath an old willow tree.
Childhood memories inundated me
while watching my children running in play.
As I sat beneath an old willow tree,
low limbs shaded me on this summer day.
As I sat beneath an old willow tree,
a cool breeze mussed my hair, setting it free.
Childhood memories inundated me
while watching my children running in play.
Low limbs shaded me on this summer day.
A cool breeze mussed my hair, setting it free.
I reed-member the time when
we were down ; we were suspended by
the promoter in the South Side League
this guy owned both a Hockey teaam, a Roller Derby Team
and he was a Wrestling Promoter.
I got suspended and couldn't
get a job due to him owning every team or company in the area.
I gotta call from "Begging Idiouce" Beazel Grantchorea Promoter in the Provdence area.
He had The Territorial Wrestling Organization. The Territories Championship
was an equvlant of the Worlds title.
The guy who held the title
was a well built athlete, a wrestling talent he was a draw on all fronts
he could really, really out wrest most guys in pro wrestling.
People loved this guy. I got a bout with him.
I beat him in 12 minutes. The crowd went completly silent and began booing. I knew what was going on
and began a high taling manuver to get out of the areana. I snached the title and headed to the dressing room: I heard an giantic BOO!
I took my check and got into the limo and left the building.
Those hockey jerks
had lead the boo's
they were in the audience,
I vowed to get them, I needed to find a partner.
I stayed away from the arena, until I could get someone to watch out for my interest. I called: Rockstar's and Crooners trying to get one of there bodyguards to
and mangement to look out for my interest. Those Hockey Jerks had us out numbered but I knew that a musicail angle could get over here. No one beleived me I didn't mind the boo's but I'm still human you know. I got "Crooner" Hambone Notatez to be my manger! and Dizzy Dillpepper
to be my tagteam partner. "Dizzy" coould really wrestle, and could out wrest guy's better then him. He could get a win outta a lossing situation. I liked that quality. That night in the Bronx we wanted to wrestle: but the jerks wanted to brawl we, gave the croowd a great show!
Just today
I seen a beautiful girl with glasses on
Sat outside a pub in a wheelchair
Whilst I out driving passed her
With what I took as a look of despair
Behind those glasses in her eyes
And it made me almost want to cry
for her
Knowing not the sense of what she
must feel like
And having to face the prospect
Of what she must have to go through
And struggles she must have to
Endure on a daily basis every single day
Bound to a chair
And what inner strength she must find
In order to get her through
And although me simply just feeling
sorry for her or pitying her
Will like I driving come to pass
It will still be for her
Her daily coming reality
Yet again awaiting her
Tomorrow morning
When she wakes up
And has to climb into her wheelchair
In order for her to get around
And all I can do
Is wish her well
Which isn't really actually going to do her
Or help her out in any way
I can only just hope and pray
She doesn't want or need my help
Either
Rather she was just instead
Having a bad day like we all of us do
From time to time
Probably selfishly so it makes me
Or I can feel somehow better for
Or her behalf
Saturday's Truth
No one left to trust
I'am looking in the street
but not with the jewelers in the night
I walked in I heard a different language
A pleasant forth coming talk....it would be them
I can't say nothing about no one
Slashed by the hooks of saint Catherine's
No whistling,no listening because zombies can't dance
They were all winning their glory
These days it's what happens
poison truth
all warnings fighting to prepare
intimate daggers
Fly straight for the heart
What is your next move
The warning signs were real
I was sure there was truth in our presence
It was never said
No lies to believe
It's never
No explanation
Expectation of youth
The lady said
I was never lied to
Virtue in all she did
I sold my awareness for self design
To suit my numbness of this too busy world
What's out of control
When nothing is controlled
Ego Ego Ego
Don't drive my car or talk too much
Make it easy on the ears
Take the trip
Through temper through fear
Look Don't talk It will only hurt
Laughter was beat
Beat into me..beat into me..beat me like a stuffed dummy
poison truth
all warnings fighting to prepare
intimidated...what is your next move
No people found
Willfully unravel
Sun made..parted ways
It leaves them...
I got to stay up
I can't fall the sleep
Saturday could never be what is used to be
It was a fun day
positive human qualities were Sat (truth), Daya (compassion), Santokh (contentment), Nimrata (humility), and Pyaar (love).
A logophile sat on the bar stool stirring her words.
She liked the soft ones, the hard ones, the salty ones.
The sweet ones intrigued her, but she was a bit frightened.
A linguaphile sat down on the next seat.
He attempted to speak to her in French and Spanish.
He delved into German, but she did not respond. He was quiet now.
A lexophile was fascinated by the interchange.
He took out his pen and wrote it up into glowing fancy words.
They jumped off the pages and surrounded the bar fly’s seat.
She looked down and laughed.
The linguaphile laughed too.
They found commonality in that at least.
An angel sat with me, when I was young,
Taught me how to act and have fun,
Guided me through the meaning of life,
A helpful hand through my trouble and strife,
Reached out and helped me along,
Though most of the time, I was wrong,
An angel sat with me, when I was young,
Showed me the beauty of the sun,
Now that the angel maybe far away,
Or sitting with me throughout the day,
For others ideas of Angels maybe far flung,
An angel sat wit me, when I was young,
One day I will meet my guide,
With the rolling of the last tide,
Until that day Mum,
I will admire the beauty of the sun.
New Rhyming Poems On Angels Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Date:05/08/2018
She is sweet and enigmatic
Her walk so conspicuous
How dare I go there,
With all her enigma
This surely won't end well.
She walks towards me
And courteously asks to sit beside
I hastily agree
Words that fall from her mouth
Are nothing but pleasing,
Dropping innuendos at every given opportune.
We delight in wine and she matches me glass for glass as she seems nonchalant to its effects.
Her eyes light up the room or is it the wine taking its toll?
Her beauty lies in comparison to none that my eyes have lay upon
I sit with an Aphrodite but yet
I wonder what she sees in me?
I stare at her as I fathom,
It suddenly dawns on me.
She is the kind who swallows cork for coin, The lady of the night.
That's the only conclusion I have
A woman all alone in a bar
What else could she be?
I decide to tread path on a more direct route
And arrive at point.
I ask her in whisper,what reward she will require for me to see what I was longing for?
Her dress part from her body.
She scowls as she breaks word
"I am a Lady seeking a Gentleman"
She stands and walks away like Cinderella only this time she leaves no glass slipper,
Leaving me mortified
For I sat with a lady and only just realized it Now.
Form:
They all come in
There’s a family din
But the cat sat on the mat
Tea time done
They have some fun
But the cat sat on the mat
It’s early evening
Kids are screaming
But the cat sat on the mat
Eight at night
Kids out of sight
But the cat sat on the mat
News at Ten
For Kate and Ben
But the cat sat on the mat
A cold winter’s night
Folk tucked up tight
But the cat sat on the mat
Three in the morning
The house is snoring
But the cat sat on the mat
Mice scurry past
Could it be their last?
But the cat sat on the mat
Seven in the morning
Milk is pouring
But the cat sat on the mat
What is wrong with this cat?
Oh - it’s dead!
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One of my early poems written in September 2012
1st place
The Throwback Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
I was so high I don't recall being high
I sat in the basement waiting to come down
I hung with a friend, hung with, who was that boy
We waited in the bar while he waited for the bus
I called my gran, my safeguard, she knew something was up
Something is wrong, something isnae quite right
I found out later she'd been dead since 1987
I was so high I crossed paths with myself
And couldnae tell which one to take back
Some say it was mushrooms, some say it was acid
Blu juice or lettuce were the other options
I lost a week there and then it was Saturday
Had no idea who to call or how to get home
There was no gran of course now there was no bus
Spent twilight in the car park trying to come down
Rehydrated but the water just made it all grow again
By the river Piedra I sat and wept
By the river Piedra I sat down and wept,
With secrets and sorrows too heavy to be kept.
In six short nights, my life somersaulted,
And all of my plans were suddenly halted.
You have grown to a stalwart with lurking eyes,
And I am here with my swollen eyes.
After all these years, "Why now?" I asked,
"Why seek a future that might not last?"
"Why can't it be now?" you retorted,
"Why live in the shadows of years we’ve aborted?"
"I have loved you," I said, "under heaven’s firmament,
While you were in the monastery, seeking refinement."
You were sophisticated, yet you chose me,
But I was so confined, and I still doubt what you see.
"Am I just your distraction?" I asked you,
While clearly you are my heart's destination.
I asked, "Did my love keep you back from your mission?"
You said, "Love is the light that strengthens our vision."
They say you can heal;
Will you reclaim the heart that you dared to steal?
You perceived the feminine face of God,
While I hid my own face, feeling lost and so odd.
You promised to be my Joseph,
Yet I know I am not the Maria for you.
With a desperate heart and a spirit apart,
I turn from the engine's heat;
And you are there,
To heal my heart's despair.