Long Selfless Poems
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I like you alot it hurts,
My love for you pierces my heart every day, leaving a deeper wound with every stab,
I like you so much that I can't tell you,
But I want to tell you,
I want to tell you,
How you invade every minute of my existence,
How i would love to spend my eternity with you,
How i would love for you to hold me every night,
How i think i love you,
With every sniff, I smell you,
With every smile, I remember your joke,
With every hurt, I remember the hurt you caused,
With every smile, I remember the days you made me happy,
The days you were selfless and a sucker for me,
Oh God, how i would Like for it to be the same, to be just us, in our tiny bubble,
I like you so much, I can't stop,
I don't want to stop, because I know some day, my love for you will fade,
Someday,
I won't have you lingering at the back of my mind every minute,
One day, I will like another,
And it won't hurt like ours did.
Yours truly.
Ignorance doesn’t ask questions,
thinks it’s weak to be confused
reliance on interpretations
doesn’t second guess the clues
arrogance shows what it knows
communicates itself with vigour
as if surrounded by those slow
to demonstrate their brain is bigger
the ignorance that lives in bliss
the arrogance to know what is
the brazen need to be the best
undiagnosed mental complex
to never admit the error you made
diverting attention onto another
critical of how others behave
claiming all they cause is bother
call them a hinderance
but one you will help
and with great significance
for nothing your self
you go from the victim treated unfair
to the selfless hero who puts himself there
talk of your friends who cause you despair
and then be the reason they get anywhere
as if you’re friends with the lowest creatures
such stupidity of the mentally weaker
and suddenly you appear such a great fella
way up high all above those in the cellar
but isn’t it so sad
to look good they look bad
when you are the perk
you better the sag
unaware that this blag
is of an insecure lad!
A lonely demon
Sad life, live alone, always, since timeless time
Since time immemorial, a sadness, endless time
Live in the ocean of time, ageless life, sad kind
This demon is full of desire, a cursed creature
People don’t like him, they think he is satanic
Is not. He is only restless solitude, living alone
A wanderer around the world, a people lover
A good soul, a good heart, a selfless demon
A sensitive being, a suffering creature of God
This demon is my friend, sometimes we meet
In the cemetery, oh, lovely place! Playground!
This is his residence, an invisible castle; light
Shiny this amazing fortress, a nice stronghold
My demon friend lives there alone. Great home
Elegant old furnishing and huge rooms and halls
But my demon friend is so sad, because alone
He always watching the ladies, he needs one
Hmm, it is not possible to meet with a human lady
because this friendly demon is a being of spirit
He hasn’t a body, but he wants to try human life
with a lady. Hmm, he has followed us for a long
time ago. For a thousand years, oh time is wrong.
Just watching the humans, the ladies, the families
Poor demon is alone, he has no family and no love
His castle is full of emptiness, just ring the silence
Sometimes we drink together, I bring dry red wine
He loves it, and he always gave me a demonic drink
It’s comes from hell, and amazing blue wine, a life
Drinking this giving a new life, phosphorescent wine
The demon said you do not need to learn the other life
Just drink, and follow my line, we are together in time.
In time? I asked him. In the space of time. Answered.
He is right, but I have no time, and he is an immortal.
Lonely demon, my brother, please teach me your life
I want to be like you, a super demon, an immortal
Not easy my life, but you are a student, still mortal
The sad demon wants to be a human, lonely his life
He is suffering a lot, why am I a demon? Why?
He can’t change his life, can’t be a human, sad life
… immortal.
She is more than a tourguide
but a warrior within her soul
who is a champion of Bahamian hospitality ambassador of the natural environment
and a pioneer with a spirit
for creativity and innovation
quenching the thirst
of her progressive mindset
where curiosity is her superpower
She is a teacher and a storyteller
who set the standard for visitors
and how to become a true, true Bahamian
through historical landmarks, folktales, cuisine
Rake and Scrape, bush medicine
blueholes and endemic birds
to create an atmosphere
where everyone would recieve
the Bahamian VIP experience
whether they are from Miami,
Puerto Rico, China, or The Netherlands
She is a visionary and servant leader
behind the warrior found within her
ahead of her time
who is very selfless and approachable
always willing to put the necesities
of her team ahead of her own accolades
like a tree feeding Pigeon Plums and Seagrapes
to the White Crowned Pigeons
instilling inspiration in their hearts
to become more than only tourguides
but to become the guardians and stewards
of the authentic Bahamian adventure
for generations to come
In eternity past, God would ordain
a place to which Satan would appertain.
Darkness ruled in this void and vile domain
wherein grief, grudges and greed were germane;
addicted to force, would Lucifer wane?
Outright rebellion goes against God’s grain,
His plan called for a selfless Savior slain.
Demons tried to distract this one in vain;
from the world’s evil, He vowed to abstain
and pledged earthly woes to gladly constrain.
Destined to be a Redeemer who’d reign,
He drained himself of glory, heaven’s gain.
Jesus, the Christ, chose the cross and its pain,
suffering rejection, mankind’s disdain.
Mercy, grace, love and justice, His campaign.
August 5, 2019
contest: Emile Pinet, Eight Word Challenge
I woke this morning with an empty space
Where my heart should be
A deep crevice well worn and deep
My Heart walked out sometime last night
While I was dreaming in my sleep
Cold and distant heartless now
Pale and pasty full of sorrow
Warmth all gone no hand to hold
To blind to see the dark and cold
My Heart walked out sometime last night
While I was dreaming in my sleep
Had I known this pain I'd feel
I would have held you closer and
Made our dreams more real
Shame on me selfless fool
Left alone with all these thoughts
Drowning in this emotional pool
My Heart walked out on me last night
While I was dreaming in my sleep
And here I lie shamelessly crying
In a heartless emotional heap.
He has a caring heart, he has the passion
He came to his own, his own accepted him
He came to render selfless service to his people
The burden is upon his solder, he's ready to bear it
He set the vision and he is running with it
He has ran, he's still running, He has ran far and wide
He represents leadership, pragmatic leadership
He has consulted, he has consolidated
He has built bridges, he's set to build more
Then they came, they struck, to disrupt the peace, the peace of our clan
To reset and unsettle, to enthrone mediocrity and moribundity
Why do they enjoy lawlessness, brigandage, thuggery?
Why do they, especially in our clan, enjoy conflicts and unrest?
Why do they take delight in heating up the system?
Why do they like arrogating powers they do not have to themselves?
Why do they like parading about like tin gods? Why? Why? Why?
Are they gods? No they aren't. They are mortals.
No election was held yet a winner emerged - what a farce!
The electorates were denied of their civic rights,
They were disenfranchised by self seeking politicians.
The mandate was stolen, the people's mandate.
Ha! This is an omen, I do not see where this will take us.
Now I see, it will take us to damnation, to destruction,
Except the mandate be restored, the people's mandate.
Ah! I heard a voice saying It shall be restored!
Mother Earth shall help us restore it.
God of the sky shall help us restore it.
The Sun, the Moon, the Stars shall help us restore it.
Ivo, Ohaozara, Onitcha shall restore it.
Though it be stolen, it shall be restored.
The people's mandate shall be restored by the people.
Her coolness of air brings death to my mind.
At the age of twelve my innocence gone.
My selfless grandma was one of a kind.
God took her to heaven September dawn.
Death for other people not family.
Grim reaper madness had taken my heart.
I sat all day and cried under oak tree.
Sorrowful feelings tore me straight apart.
My mother was a wreck, my sister too.
October much better actually.
Autumn so ruined for me always true.
Torn swiftly apart, our whole family.
Forever season of sadness for us.
Grandma taken away seriousness.
Written: 9-30-2019
Contest: Autumn Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
On Friends and Friendship
these are not simple things.
You may think they are, but they are not.
They are not happenstance,
planned or by convenience or choice.
Their existence lies in the universe
destined long before their time
awaiting birth, growth and individual nurturing.
An undisputed bond of two, sometimes three or more
that lasts through joy and laughter,
pain and sorrow, tears and heartache,
good times and bad.
They and it may disappear from time to time
but often resurfaces when least expected
but when needed and welcomed most.
Friends and friendship
guide and direct us on our way,
paving the journey through life
with comfort and support
when we lose everything else.
We are not solitary creatures.
By nature, mankind is not meant to be alone.
God created a companion, even in the very beginning.
As selfless and independent as we hope to be,
we selfishly want for ourselves, a partnership.
sharing of our thoughts and aspirations;
bonding of our hopes and dreams;
another voice to point us
in the right direction
along the path of life.
Thank you, then
friends, companions, lovers and guides
for helping me
to find my way and my path.
Self can focus on self so easy,
please take "me" out of that mentality to feel your heart beating,
please don't let "me" regress,
for then dear Lord, it puts "me" back to the test,
in selfless giving while all along our hearts benefit,
so is there something here we've all seemed to miss?,
the purpose you gave us for the seat of our emotions,
you have placed within us to put us in motion,
is it really self we're concentrated on?,
for the seat of emotions plays a huge part as to what really goes on,
so then in our hearts remain,
whether easily seen or strictly hidden the motive the same,
sometimes we don't even catch ourselves selfish,
until someone else "shows" all along in our hearts what's been hidden,
so than what's the difference if i choose not to pretend,
for the love to change my heart in the end,
and is that so selfish when you want the exact same thing?,
shown in sync just by different means,
God placing us together to see the reflections,
it signifies more than we can imagine,
to bring us to himself every time,
in every moment wanting us to open our eyes.