Long Should Poems
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Slowly the light comes into my eyes.
The morning is here and that's no surprise.
Thin lines of the sun's rays shine through.
An open curtain from across my bedroom.
My eyelids are heavy and feel so dry.
Trying to wipe the long sleep from my eye.
The tiniest particles of dust float softly from my bed.
Splatter across thin lines of light just above my head.
I wonder to myself, should I get up or just stay.
The covers so warm and wishing to remain this way.
The smell of fresh coffee is permeating the air.
Who could it be making hot coffee out there?
A bright new day has started for all of us, not just me.
Come into my dream with me and see how great it can be.
Where were you last year
Back in relegation I did hear
Have your beer with your cheer
West Ham will level it soon
Under this Friday Night moon
Hammies gave it a try
And it would have worked if someone did not let out a cry
First time that the ball went into the net
The boss on the sidelines dropped a flag it wasn’t time yet
Offsides was the call there was a violation in the futbol law
With one on the board the Blades needed not another score.
Hammies played them tough trying to draw even feeling that would be enough
And then it happened, an aggressive move on the enemy side
With a nice kick the ball was giving a ride.
In it went and the players celebrated knowing full time was almost spent.
Once again there was a complaint
And after a review the athletic feat was not done by a saint.
The Blades player had physical contact
Which told the Hammies it was time to pack
After watching this I must say
It was 2-1 Hammies if the goals were okay
But fouls were committed and the Hammies bit it
Now that the match was done, and The Blades won
It should be noted it was the Hammies who were the ones that made the two hours fun
And I love you so
My dear brothers
Very much
And that is not a lie
Dear brother
I hope you love me also
Because I just want to be
Loved by you
Dear brothers
Also dear brothers
I am your oldest brother
That was made by our
Father many years ago
Dear young brothers
Can you love me also
Because what I need is love
Also dear brother
I never mistreated you
Dear brothers
I have respect for you
And I hope
Dear brothers that you
Have also respect to me
Dear brothers
I will die some day
Before you
Because we won’t live
Forever
And we also have to die
That is how our father made
Life
Also for now we should live our
Lives to the fullest
We will not waste our lives
By sleeping in during the mornings
What am i doing
I'm a squirrel in the cold
I should have listened to my mam
And done what i was told
But not me you see
I wanted to go into town
To look for nuts and goodies
Until a strong wind blew me down
I fell into a corner
All white with glistening snow
I hurt myself when i fell
I'm now so full of woe
My little eye's were closing
As the cold was making me shiver
Although i have a furry coat
I was starting to shake and quiver
I sensed a shadow approaching
A hand came down to me
He lifted me from the snow
A saviour he will be
He held me in a glove
The warmth came back to me
If he had not looked in the corner
What would they have found of thee
It's now well into spring
My savior's nursed me back
If i was as big as them
I would pat them on the back
If they could see me now
As i dance and run in the tree's
Where the city is just a memory
I'm so happy, alive and free
I read the lovely poem called " SAVING SHIVERS! (winter of '73) " by James
and i just so wanted to be the squirrel, and this is his reply.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup.php
A cousin named Chaos have I (he’s not actually my cousin. He’s like my aunt’s stepson, but I guess I can still call him a cousin, right?)
There’s nothing that he will not try (like the day he let all the chickens loose from the coop and they were running like chickens with their heads cut off. Isn’t that an expression or something? Chaos is crazy like those chickens were)
Since he follows no rule (He laughs at me because I try to write perfectly metered limericks and he thinks everyone should just write free and BE free in all they do.)
He got kicked out of school (it was so funny. He set off the fire alarm and all the kids were running every which way, much like those chickens he let loose in his barnyard. Now he is saying he wants to become an anarchist.)
So to anarchy school he’ll apply!
Gosh, he’s right. This limerick sucks. It’s much more fun having no restrictions, just letting my thoughts go anywhere I want them to take me, kind of like stream of consciousness writing or something. Too bad I can’t be all surreal-like, then I might make it into the newfangled modern poetry magazines. Most people don’t even consider limericks to be real poems. DANG it, I feel another one coming on.
Cousin Chaos, I now do hear tell
That you’ve found a new school, so learn well
Your anarchy ways.
In limerick phase
I’ll be stuck while you give people hell.
Crap. Even trying to write like Chaos, I just can’t do it. I just keep conforming to rules of poetry forms like limerick. I just know my cousin will be laughing his chicken head off when he reads this. Yeah, the old chicken motif again. Always relating things together. So much for Chaos! I’m outta here.
Written chaotically last week sometime for contest of same name
Slither Slider Sludge
from the quagmire to the dust
we stand to face the mountain
with the rage of shadows past
I am anger I am pain
I heard the shadows
felt the rain
caste the feelings out in vain
Listen to the words I say
feel the warmth of summers day
we fight again a waste of time
why should it be this way
Slither Slider Sludge
perhaps we leave the dust
a ray of light a slight decay
perhaps I see the light of day
We took unto this home of ours
a child of the night
a child caste in shadows past
his light of slivers plight
His cry within the wilderness
I could not turn away
and yet with money speaking
we could not have him stay
Begone the the thoughts of money
I could not turn away
I could hear, the child heart crying
I had to let him stay
my heart reached out to cover him
in mantels of my soul
together we must shoulder then
the defects of our gaols
And yet we see the start of light
the growth of wisdoms road
as school results begin to shake
the devil from the toad
I still have it you know,
But it seems as though the stain has grown.
I hear the whispers as I walk down the street,
From everyone that I meet.
"Didn't she used to be his,"
The woman just whispered in a hiss.
I tried the Dress on just yesterday,
I should have destroyed it they say.
But what do they know,
Tell me it isn't so...
Tell me the white satin isn't stained red,
Tell me it wasn't your blood that was bled...
Onto the fabric and onto my hands,
This wasn't in our plans.
It has been months now,
But to you I am still bound.
I held you in my arms as your life slipped away,
"I love you", were the last words I heard you say.
I kissed your lifeless lips and held you close to me,
Come back... that is my final plea.
Rest and know that your pain is done,
Be at peace and know that you have my love and one day soon the love of our son.
MO:DPS
Form:
If time shall not our derelict joys
Revive with tunes melodious so,
Let past's nostalgic merries balm
Our souls and bid all sorrows go.
Should ebbing laughter and smiles
Their cold arcs yet vanishing carve,
May old cheers of our jolliest whiles
Redeeming warmths pitifully impart.
Although gone mirths seldom thwart
Present galls despite their vivid hues,
Mortal forgetteries lulling blisses are,
As would certainly void painful clues.
Thus might sweetly reechoed tones,
Excerpts from our merriments dead,
Like beneficent ditties in unison allay
All lingering whits of lonesome dread.
And if blunt fate her forking bivouacs
Twirl and twine in drab manners sour,
Beclouding paths erst snowing white;
Here’s bold shield in life’s icings dour.
why do you have to leave now?
denial has been my pill
and collapse seem inevitable
if I stop.
How can I hold time responsible for this?
Is there a way to put it behind bars?
I stand as a helpless kitten
watching its mother taken for sale
I weep as a Nation
whose King is going captive
to foreign lands.
And like a young chick
fatally exposed to flying Eagles.
My mind says its for good
but my heart refuses to comprehend.
As true as you are climbing
up the ladder,
my feelings had wished;
that ladder should be my presence.
How can I recover from the smiles
you manufacture in me
from no raw materials?
Who can replace the immense kindness
you shower
as a default to your being?
You've now created my days
of sad songs
sang without sounds nor instruments.
My days are now getting longer
and my nights darker than darkness.
Memories of you are life itself
and no matter how I try
your absence entails
the removal of my Life's support.
Leaving me,
has caused the most delicious of meals
and the finest materials
of silk, cotton and polyesthers
all to turn my taste and appetite sour.
When will I ever see you friend?
Am I really going to meet you there?
Or is this the end of our world?
You leave me with many questions
and a great deal of uncertainty.
Swear to me my dear
make me this promise
and please be faithful to your Oath.
That though apart,
we will always be together.
That my pain now, is worth it
and at the end we will come back
and be re-united
in a much more intense
and unshakable bond.
I greatly weep
as I say goodbye
cos it is difficult doing it,
while looking into your eyes.
GOOD BYE FRIEND!
I pushed the red button
The one that said don't push the red button
And ended up on the other side
Of something out of nothing
I was in another world
Another space and time
Where I appeared to see what looked like me
As I, me, and mine all intertwined
My guess is this is the universe
If I ever had my doubts
Parallel as far as I can tell
Or somewhere there about
When suddenly I walked up to me
Mono to Mono, Man to Man
Since I am me and he is me
Should we hug or just shake hands
That's when I asked myself to dinner
Where we had a pleasant time
I found out through all of this
That I'm a pretty likable guy
He as me picked up the tab
And me as he paid for the tip
As I insisted through all of this
That I'd get all of it
We talked about what I enjoyed
And much to my surprise
Everything it is I like
So do I
As we were both eating our just deserts
This info happened about by chance
That this wasn't at all a parallel universe
But the Southern most tip of France
I was wondering while I was out with myself
Why he was speaking French
Now that I think about it
It all makes perfectly good sense...