Long Shoot Poems
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Couldn't you shoot the arrow
Did my bouquet pop up
Break the inner self
Drown the inner sun
And that is not easy
Did you go to climb the hill
To be in the cloud at the peak
Did my flowers block your ascent
You may remove the obstruction
The scent you can't do away with
Candles of life are very powerful
It's hard to blow them out
If you kill my tree here
It will sprout where you are now
It will grow innumerable branches
No point in unlocking a dark door
I am always with you, think once more
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19 June 2017
Based on Rupi Kaur ~Quote Prompt~
'EVEN WHEN YOU UNDRESS HER YOU ARE SEARCHING FOR ME. I AM SORRY I TASTE SO GOOD THAT WHEN THE TWO OF YOU MAKE LOVE IT IS STILL MY NAME THAT ROLLS OFF YOUR TONGUE ACCIDENTALLY'
The bustle and tune of city,
Is composed by the Architects.
Eyes upward, not staring at feet,
Take in cornices, gargoyles and chimneys,
Building high notes reaching down - lifting up.
Harmonies are hummed by neighborhoods of,
Next-door musicians with whom to shoot-breeze.
Rhythm’s source is traffic of crowds,
A quarter rest on the park bench,
Crescendos in fountains and skylines,
Chords lie in store as markets implore,
Side trip timing from Clef library-museums,
Playgrounds emanate the jazz of joy,
In stadiums you hear Souza marches,
Love songs played in coffee houses,
Where I’m drinking cappuccino,
As my eyes listen and ears observe.
(c) Chaim Wilson
If we are lucky to wake every day
But spare a thought for what i am about to say
For many years and for what ever reason
There appears to be, crazy shooting season
Its not just recent, it goes back many years
Always grief and many tears
Below i highlight just a few
Who perished as their bullets spew
Uireyeong, S Korea in 1982
Virginia Tech he killed 32
In Dunblane, kids as young as 5
Access to guns, did not leave many alive
These killing sprees and the reasons they do
To take the life off me and you
What turns these people into Spree Killers
What flicks the switch, into stomach chillers
Whether female, whether male
What makes their respect for humans fail
The hurt and pain as they shoot away
Lasts not for tomorrow, but many a day
What beggars belief, and i cant comprehend
To face their music, so their crime doesn't end
Instead they shoot themselves in the head
Families hurt, never put to bed
The only word my head displays
Are these cowards, who end their days
And leave behind such hurt and pain
And thank the lord, they can't hurt again
Nothing refreshes me more
than standing beneath the misty veil of a waterfall.
Like avatar of baby's breath
and droplet of anti-death.
Phoenix burst of peppermint- spurt,
soft chew squirter of mint gone ejaculated shoot.
Starburst squint-inserts,
what is meant in keidoscope of photons,
wet emoticons
of teasing turning on
lightened bent.
In the cradle of nature, where whispers collide,
in a spectral dance of droplets,
where shadows reside, -
in terracotta edges needling in cool trace
lemoned wedges- of quench, to taste.
Each shimmer a memory, each splash leaves
its intent on cool poker face.
A breath of renewal,
like springtime's first bloom s ensual,
the sweetness of peppermint, fresh as a sigh,
spitting as it spake.
Pops in my eye.
Each drop a connection, dispelling all gloom, and refocusing direction in swan lake swoon-
terraforming the deserted crys.Tall in spirit
to become, comfortably succumb.
A reminder that life is a canvas to fly, trapped in beams
of moon, before the ink drys.
The shimmer it ignites- in the heart of its flow,
a gem facet to contemplate amongst us-under growth.
A kaleidoscope woven of dreams in the light, the dew of elated snows.
Wet emoticons glisten, a soft, vibrant sea aglow, transparency of purpose-
in a symphony of repose?
Repurposed-reproposed-
In the dance of the waters, I bask and I soar, aloft.
As the world fades away, I am wrapped in this peace, tucked away in it's soft croft,
willow-wisped pillowed crotch.
The waterfall’s whisper—a promise of more,
to adore
of
serenity's waters of life,
evermore.
DANDELIONS -pretty yellow flower huh--
A puffy white fluffy ball;
Windblown, flown flower???
Man do they grow…
Man do they grow;
A Dandelion growing cycle grow;
From a seed;
Grown strong root;
Hard to stoop, to kill OH! Shoot;
Cutting, shovel out herbicide the only way out;
A puffy white fluffy ball
That does not spread asexually;
From a seed, from stolons also known as a runner;
Matures with a pretty lovely flower;
A topical bulb likens a Sunflower;
Most abundant in spring;
Close your eye there grows another one again;
Dies in the winter, sure is hard to git rid of;
Yeah! Yeah! Sick and tired of them weeds..
Them there dandelions tend to flower most abundantly in spring;
3/31/19
DANDELIONS Poetry Contest Enter Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
grandpa’s boot went missing on a Tuesday night
It’s weird he told every relative in sight
I know I left it right here by the door
Some rolled their eyes, others looked on the floor
I knew the faeries had taken it, but did not tell him.
My elf friend named pal had it clutched next to his chin.
I watched them scurry it out at midnight, tis true.
But I kept a confidence for my friends Bunny and Boo.
Bunny and Boo are the elves who live in faerie fey.
They needed a house, I mean, one, right away.
Their baby was coming, and they needed this boot.
I pretended to aid grandpa and said “well, now, shoot!”
Written By: D. Collins 5/8/25
After tariffs upon the world an American Pope is elected.
Does it have anything to do with how we're so disrespected?
Maybe it's the world's way of trying to reign Chaos in.
While Chaos will expect the Pope to personally visit him.
Does The Pope have knowledge of the petafiles within the church?
Did he participate or look away, for fear of who it would hurt?
Oval Office visit plans are most likely currently underway.
Chaos must have that photo shoot to add to his resume.
Religion and politics are intermingled during these times.
We've had a week of Pope coverage, while Isreal takes Palestine.
It kind of makes you wonder, where has the Christ Love been?
Those deported and dying just happen to be of darker skin.
Another Spanish Inquisition of adopt my religion or die.
The only difference is that it is twenty-twenty-five.
When Chaos pics with a Bible and The Pope.
The world's People of Color really have no HOPE!
Both teams seem equal. Can we call this A and B?
Coin tossed; goal-post chose; both, lo, relax for a wee;
The referee blows his whistle, B to kick-start,
Players plunge into deed; wet lips of spectators part...!
Dribbling, passing, defending, heading, and juggling,
One could see each team for a maiden shoot struggling;
Offside - says the referee whistling; it's team A,
When inquired, and verified, the messed up hums: Uh...!
B kicks the ball out; the ref calls for a throw-in;
Midst a life and death game, matters seem tough going;
A gets the first yellow card; the referee says;
Playing rough! Within A team there's a blast-like whiz...!
When B gets the red card, A, like hyenas, laughs,
Each team takes pleasure in making the other chaffs;
A kicks, as ferocious as a wild ox; Ball out!
At B's corner kick, bullets-like fan-fair cheer-shout...!
Soon, lo, the minute arrives, when A kicks a goal,
Sure, each one of the team has put their heart and soul!
The score soon turns equal, with B's penalty kick,
Like wizards, oh, both start showing many a trick...!
Like a thrill-filled action film, is a football game,
With thousands of mixed feelings spectators aflame;
Each, as though in love, in the game heart endorses,
Passions of players, in watchers, gallop like horses...!
24 December 2022
Poetry In Motion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Prayer of The Bubble
Oh please don’t break please don’t break please don’t break!
I’m afraid of heights and children with bubble blowers
My thin exterior just won’t take it
And now I’m floating over oceans
Out of sight
In obvious pain and slow motion
It makes me sick!
I’m drifting into France
A simple fragile bubble with no chance
I’m sure they’ll shoot me down
As a terrorist or worse…a clown
The Eiffel Tower and its tip are just ahead
It’s going to stick me!
I’m sure I’ll pop
I’ll certainly be dead
If I had a wish just one wish only
I’d wish for thickness like a rock
To drop on children on the spot
I pray to God to lift me up and keep me safe
To bubble heaven a pop free place
I Can't say that I hate you
I Can't say that I love you
I Can't say that I miss you
I Can't say that I don't miss you
You hurt me
You killed me
You made me cry
You shoot my heart
But also my smile
You told me that you loved me
You said that we belong together
You texted how you missed me
You begged me not to leave you
We were together many months
We were together so long
We were together since October
We were together until March
You created my smile
Also my heart
You chose me as friend
Also as a lover
They loved us
They loved you
They loved the way you smile
Also the way you talk
There is one thing that I can't understand
They like you not me
There is one thing I don't love
The way you and them treat me like sh*t
I hope you understand
The way love hurts
Don't be over many girls
Because you can break their hearts
You have to understand
That love can make you cry
You have to understand
Love also creates smile
You made me laugh
You made me believe in myself
You hugged me twice a day
You texted me all day
I told my mom how much I love you
I told my dad that you're so cute
I told my grandma that we're together
I told everyone that you're with me
Please just say Hi once a week
Please just text me once a month
Please just call me once a year
Please wave to me once a life
I don't love you now
I loved you then
I don't miss you now
I missed you then
I am over you now
But it's still hurts
I am over you now
But I still cry a bit
Thank you for everything
Thank for hugs
Thank you for love
Thank you for texts
I will remember you
As best person ever
I will tell everyone
That we we're together one day
I will remember you
I hope that you will remember me too