Long Seas Poems
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There he is, the guy with the eyes that have it
He has crystals and a lazy smile goes the myth
It says once you gaze into those darling baby blues
Every bit of strength you had you lose
For when his eyes lock with yours you'll fall so hard you drown
In his seas of blue a smile he kisses upon your frown
And his eyes, they have it, and they had me bound
Although trapped the way they smiled had me astound
For the gaze that bored right through me left me shivering
Those eyes then gave me warmth that left me quivering
Yet I trusted them for they seemed to shine with truth
Oh those eyes have it, just make sure they don't shoot
Creature by creature even leaf by leaf
the diverse world we knew is being stripped;
stripped by wind, by fire, by acid beneath,
dissolved in the seas. Polar ice has dripped,
glaciers slipped, forests are ripped. Companion
creatures now displaced, with no sheltered lair,
are exposed by humankind's expansion;
laid on an altar of growth. Do we care?
Last Thursday as we stripped the Altar bare
to mark the passion of our Saviour Lord,
other creatures crucified formed my prayer.
Can ripped and stripped creation be restored?
If we who've trashed God's gifts and caused such pain
showed our sorrow, would he trust us again?
Blind in the all-consuming mist without a trace of light
Blind in the oven’s black smoke that makes all songs to Jesus seem hushed
A woman grabbed some of the treasures given from the height
In her worn hands, feeling the papyrus and straw being now crushed
And threw them in the flickering fire to be their plight
Though she feared preserving these written worlds would bring the jinn
Jinn danced in wicked victory on the perishing, once green lands
Simply dancing in circles as the night sky flames of sin
As the songs of these lands became whispers above dead seas and sands
And these whispers became nothing, without even a din
What mysteries vanished into the air, taking their leave
What pure prayers were never heard again, just left for time to bury
Maybe the Gospel of Perfection, the Gospel of Eve
Maybe the flawless hymns of Bardesanes, the Questions of Mary
Our burning hearts will never know, but our souls will still grieve
About how some manuscripts of the Nag Hammadi Library (discovered in 1945) were tragically burned to fuel a simple oven fire.
(While reading this try to fit the melody
and rhyming rhythm with parts of Don
McLean's song "American Pie")
it was written in
the book of rocks
just looking at the
pictures for they can't talk
and dinosaurs were here
and every
where
the healthy ocean
bottom layer
with shells made
of and by soothsayer
creative crustacean
creators
forams for
thousands of years
then suddenly it all
came to a stop
if there's a god she
must have dropped
her watch forgetting
or regretting
what was made
it was then that there
was a single line
the k t boundary
well defined
no longer
limestone
but simple clay
then Atlas sat
and muttered something
someone heard
said it was nothing
and nothing is
exactly where
we're at
the prophets sat
around the table
sitting with
Cain and Able
Goliath
do you know who
cast that stone
with all the oceans
in commotion
red seas parting
arks a floatin'
Moses and Noah
knowing
noth
ing
Lao tzu's silence was
his answer
and Shiva thought
she was still a dancer
waving arms with
swords in hand
then Custer stood
and took
his last stand
but all this was
meaningless
the Golden Mean
means just this
while Fibonacci
contemplated
and ate
a slice of
Pisa Pi
the day
the Mesozoic
died
Form:
An unexplored Adventure !!!
I know what will be !!!
There is an emptiness, creating – depression – a hole
that a deep sadness fills – thoughts of it, take their toll
on an alone heart that seeks a destiny with so much more.
The choices one makes, become the hands that close a door
on all that hope was crafting of - those elusive, sublime dreams.
All that is, all that is felt, all that one sees, all that could be, it seems,
comes down to sadness, emptiness, heartache guided by the hand of fate.
Fate guides these words - these feelings, the voices of the gods do state,
that it will be the courses upon oceans, seas and all the rivers of life.
And so, as end days near, what will prevail will be blinded strife
who’s tears cut deep into the heart, like a surgeons, keen knife,
removing emotions, feelings, memories, and without a notion
as to why ?, things are in a void, at a standstill, no motion
left to carry forward, give one hope, give one a reason
from one loved- in the game of love – in this season ?
I feel like a dissipating, fading, disappearing man.
Becoming invisible as my departing hour – soon at hand –
will open a door through which – as swift and sure as it can –
all I sought will run to another, and there, alone, will I stand,
once again, with heart in hand, without hope, the dream is dead
and only photos, experiences, memories, heartache to fill my head.
I will always remember the joys, the pleasures. and all that was good,
All the walks, the talks, the adventures, all the pain, where we once stood
in the silhouette of the others shadow, the others glow, what we came to know
of the secrets that make up you and make up me, secrets that seldom show
their veiled faces to ourselves, yet we have told the other some truths
as we have come to see them, having been born in our youth.
Where has she gone ?, her beauty I have touched twice.
I have to say, if I could every day, how nice.
I will – my Dear – cherish every tender morsel !, until the end.
I will – my Dear – always be ( if nothing else ) your forever friend.
B. J. “A” 2
July 15th 2007
Plato’s memory of the great city by the sea;
a republic rich with ancient wisdom,
is lost to the living.
Centuries vast, yet decayed by the human hand,
can’t share their progress.
Secrets hidden in sand beneath angry seas,
wash away forever.
Gaia’s womb holds the key to a utopia;
one seen by Plato’s eyes;
one scattered among grains of sand,
never again to be whole.
The grave of great cities is denied by some;
the uneducated-educated experts who,
“cut off their noses to spite their own faces”,
keep progress at bay.
“Puck”, said it right;
“Lord, what fools, these mortals be!”
Thank heaven for the characters of fiction
who hold more wisdom than, modern man.
The writer channels long hidden truths.
Only the few today, with vision,
can red between history’s lines;
the facts missed by most people.
The world civilizations in reverse;
doomed to fail, when in denial;
possibilities, never to grow up to
become…probabilities.
I tossed a pebble
in a placid lake and
caused roaring ripples
in the vast seas;
I blew softly on the
breath of a passing breeze
and spawned raging storms;
I gathered high mountains
in a warm embrace
and set their hearts ablaze;
I scratched on the face
of the earth and gouged
these deep canyons;
I kissed the setting sun
and sent tremors through
the core of the earth;
I set the remedy
for all the ills of mankind
within the realm of nature;
I replicated
the laws of the universe
in a drop of water;
I garnered
these profound secrets
and locked them in
a grain of sand!
~Maytime Standard contest by Brian Strand.
We are living on top of the sphere.
Where questions of mind haven't yet revealed.
Some still stuck in pyramid's scheme/
Life has unforeseen purpose to prevail.
Questions are hanging up in the air,
Mind has been unleashed .
Setting one's soul to defeat the darkness/
Preacher and moron evocatively says;
A gift of salvation just like the other way,
Salvation granted for people who follow their will/
As we seek for the answers,
our mind was built with faith.
To demand,to sustain our starving flesh/
We all meet in a half-way where deliverance is dwelt,
Changing the world goes round on our feet.
In a mystical way we were molded by mud.
Our soul was given of a breath of life,
Sending us the spirit,the unknown force from up above/
And now,we as human creature--
Living the edge of life in a blast;
As the sun rest at dawn and the moon took its place,
As a newborn child sooner grow and life will be fade/
People had learnt to fall inlove,
Cries a river when someone has left/
From the peak of Everest to the core of the Earth,
Through the lands and the seas,
Blood is continuosly flows in our veins.
Life must come and go,but forever will be
Our hidden connection will remain mystery.
Even I like to be praised
By the kind word or the gentle thoughts
Even I like the feeling of joy
Brought by a kindness, a sincere admiring
Even I like the approval of another
Who hears what I say and cares enough to pray
For me, the mere child of a living King
Thus, I know – when I say
God is worthy of our praise – the King of Kings,
The forever light, the maker of all that is,
The inspiration and the giver of dreams,
The peace that comes to those who believe,
The miracle of life – inside the heart who is right
I know, I believe, I can see that He is worthy
Of all the praise I can impart, all the worship I can give…
He is hope – He is faith – He is love and He is grace
He is the reason that I can say, life has meaning
And life is inspired by the joy that I feel on the inside
Because He is alive and He silences all the fears,
Wipes away the lingering tears and promises me years
Filled with love beyond what I might think of,
Love that is alive and love that will abide throughout
All time – this is a love that survives because of Him,
The giver of life, the meaning of life, the reason for life
He is the answer to my every prayer
He stills the seas of worry and doubt
He is the kindness in everything I share
He promises His wonders are beyond compare
He is the way to change the darkest night
He removes the shadows and restores the hope
He is the One I will always believe – He is mine
He is the reason that my soul fears and…
He is the reason that I can overcome every fear
He is the love that lives in my heart
And He is the life that restores me when I hurt
He is forever, written by the stars…
And He is the beautiful that shines from the heart
He is everything that I will ever need
He brings me joy and He brings me peace
Forever and ever… I’ll always believe – thanks to Him
I can go into eternity with the hope of life
That is forever, always – praising this King,
Who reigns in everlasting peace – Thanks to Him
I’m blessed beyond what I can even praise – but still
I’ll praise Him with everything my heart can express…
I’ll praise Him beyond the heart He has blessed!
2/14/16
I'll state
It straight
On this very date
For the sake
Of all that is great
I respect every race
And appreciate the entire place
What good is hate?
And letting things go to waste?
As Earth continues to rotate in space
I see the leaves on trees shake
Beside many seas and lakes
Above tectonic plates
Over time and use electronics break
If you want to be a snake
And to take what you didn't earn or make
Then you better be ready to face
The situation you happened to create
Which may include paranoia, fear and feelings of being unsafe
I have faith
Regardless of if we can ever relate
We all make mistakes
Don't exaggerate
Be thoughtful and considerate of all water sources, so that they may not ever evaporate
By: Dalton Ogletree