Long Sings Poems

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Premium Member Always the Best With You

I may not be the most handsome in the world
but my beauty is the reflection of your simple smile.

I may not be the richest in the world,
but what makes others jealous me 
is having you by my side
and no wealth can be compared to that.

I may not be the best vocalist in the world
but search my Heart and you will discover
that nothing is sweeter, soul-nourishing
and mind refreshing than the songs it sings for you.

I may not be the smartest guy in the world,
but never leaving you is the smartest thing 
I will ever do while I breathe.

I may not be the most charismatic,
but the confidence I get from your warm embrace
can shake Nations and stop earthquakes.

I may not be as near as I suppose to be,
but my body and soul will be glued to yours

I may not be the best in romantic words
but I am ready to shed the last drop of my blood
to make sure each word counts.

You are all I need in my living and existence
please share that smile with me
and you will never stop smiling.


Premium Member What In Tarnation


What in tarnation is reincarnation
Could we come back as a piece of toast?
Or do you think that death is just that
The end, it's over, adios?

Some get passionate about the subject
But nobody knows for certain
When we finally take our very last breath
Is it really the final curtain?

Here's my humble opinion on the subject
It's over when the fat lady sings
But I'm open to other ideas on the subject
I wouldn't mind another fling

Guess this old guy is much too realistic
Watching shows bout the universe on TV
Can't believe how infinitesimal we are
As insignificant as a little old flea

So now you know my thoughts on the subject
Hope we can still all be friends
Maybe one day we'll find out the answer
When we finally come to the end
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Gnawing and Gnashing of Teeth

In the Madness of my Mind, I : Chatted with God
 The Music of HIS voice reverberates through the canyon of a dead Soul 
            Questions, so many questions : “Speak my son“, He Said
              Is reality Heaven, Is Life upon this Earth only a Dream
          Insanity; touches me, as I roam through the hours of the Past
    You may ask : WHY does the sickness of the mind affect the SOUL?
       “ If YOU do not know MY “SON”  : YOU do not Know “ ME “ 

         “Empty , a Soul that only Once new LOVE , until “ BARBARA “
        WHY?, WHY?, do I get the privilege  of “ LOVING  BARBARA “
       ‘ YOUR Blessing is Received “  as my mind, disputes “ REALITY”
   “ May I see my LOVE : Lenore; before I run to the arms of “BARBARA”
     I want to be LOVED, not necessarily; Physical or Sexual , “Just LOVED”
     In a Heavenly Voice GOD sings to ME, whispers in my ear “ BELOVED “
        “ If You do not LOVE MY, “SON” :  YOU do not LOVE  “  ME “

        Love ; decayed, rotted away in a rancid pool  of lost Emotions
    Feelings : Dead and buried long ago; Scratch the surface of the Earth
    Screaming in painful agony, crying the tears of the past “Set me Free”
     The Earth is cold, damp, dirty ; I find Peace in the emptiness of Life
     Death is a pleasure ; I can only Dream of  in a nightmare of Forever
   Madness deprives the Soul of consciousness , of reality, of ETERNITY
          “If you do not seek MY  “SON” : You do not SEEK “ ME “

Who Knew

Who knew the little bird would grow wings
And fly over the legendary kings
Now the flying bird in the air swings
His sparkling coloured wings.

Who knew the little bird would learn to sing
Songs of beautiful tunes and rhymes
His had been lamenting ballads
Cursing Maryland plantations
But see how the singing bird sings
Of books, suits and wines.

Who knew the little bird would learn to feel
The sickness, tiredness and coldness
His had been cracking the rocks
With unquestionable willingness.

And who knew the little bird would fear not to perch
Upon every tall tree tops after long search
For which it’s little nest would beautifully hang
It, had been in the dark quiet cave
But see how its young ones come singing
From New York trimmed vegetation.
Form:

You Are In My Heart Still

“The stars are old with watching love,
Yet love is ever new.”
— J.Mc.


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The river runs cold in my hands,
Silver and sorrowful under the moon;
It sings of all that passes away,
Of the faces we love that fade too soon.

Asking me—why was I born?
What was I before?
Only a thought in the dark,
A breath before the door lies open like before. 

The path is long, and I breathe
The way of they who gave me
Shape and form;
Their silence lives in me.

Your path leads to my heart—
Yet still I remain.
You go farther and farther,
And I am alone again.

Yet when you sleep, the world is small,
Your pulse keeps time with the stars;
I follow where your dreaming falls,
And gather your tears in jars.

Tonight, in your dreams, I will come
And wear your face as my own;
You will not know if it is I or you—
Our souls will be alone.

Caroline, my tender one,
I am the hush beneath your name;
When the river runs cold in your hands,
Know I have touched it the same.

For love is a circle of wind and flame,
Neither lost nor gone through years—
You are in my heart too, always—
Beyond tomorrow, 
beyond the reach of tears.
Form: Rhyme


We Got To Be One

Yeah, you don’t write every story,
Thinking society will switch on to worry,
The mode is boring,
Somehow you need not to worry,
Done in past, life hold us frankly,
You’re my greatest paddy,
Yet still I receive no mercy,
Is it because of money?
Then stay fixed on nothing,
I will lead you to heaven,
Hustling in the world is a fight,
If today past away in the night,
Tomorrow will appear with a might,
It might put we all in a flight,
Just try to keep your seat belt tight,
Beating of the heart is ever to be felt within a fright,
Best of your knowledge hold this urge as your light,
I mean it, since I know it,
There’ve been hatred along the way,
The trials keep digging a plotted pit,
All you got to do is to pray,
Of course we wait for what darkness brings,
Faith is all we believe to pay,
Silence explains what life sings,
Where is home in the day?
It makes me always think,
It’s a pleasure on your timeline what I hate to say,
The dream killers are searching for you,
Only let them drown in your rule,
That’s the best way to blind them from the moon,
After they’ve be won at noon,
Snow birds will bring joyful message to change your mood,
Let`s be together, success will be on our sides to,
So let`s tight our shoes,
For when we lose the achievement, we have no excuse…
Yeah, we have no excuse…
Form: Lyric

Premium Member I would go where silence sings like a river of stars in the deep, vivid night

I would go where silence sings like a river of stars in the deep, vivid night,
Where birds find their nests and the morning rises on wings of light,
There where the Sky kisses the Earth with lips full of blue and the greenery sighs,
Where the day whispers a gentle secret to the night and people gaze smiling at magic.
I would go where time slows its steps to embrace the clear sky,
Where words are whispered thanks that rise like the smoke of a divine dream,
Where souls and silences dance in an embrace of forests and waters,
And silence becomes a mute prayer, a song of the heart that cannot escape.
I would go where listening becomes an art and we see beyond the veil of the world,
Where we wear smiles instead of clothes and touch souls with the grace of the moon,
Where time expands like a sea embracing each wave of happiness,
And love overflows in simple gestures, yet full of a mysterious and pure fulfillment.
I would go where dreams grow wings and fly to skies of infinite blue,
Where every breath is a gift and every moment becomes a graceful dance,
Where the sky and the earth whisper stories in the language of singing colors,
And in every glance, a universe is born, a fairy tale that ventures into hearts.
I would go where love knows no bounds and time is a gentle friend,
Where each soul finds its place and every thought becomes a wing of the wind,
Where silence speaks and shows us what truly matters in its clear light,
And life flows like an eternal poem, wrapped in magic and divine light.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Love This Alive

Love this alive
Colors my whole life
In hues of hope and faith
And the sweetness of a gentle grace

Love this alive
Inspires my heart
With assurance and peace
Wonders that never fade or forget

Love this alive
Awakens my soul’s insights
To light that is brilliant, so vibrant
Like stars that shine down from the night

Love this alive
Delights my spirit’s song
With compassion that sings along
To the miracles of rainfall and sunshine

Love this alive
Writes happiness on my heart
Igniting my feelings with creativity
Sending my life a sense of true beauty

Love this alive
Reminds me why I desire a fire
To light my dreams with faith and belief
That today may be the best day yet to be

Love this alive
Whispers a caress to my kindness
Prompting me to listen to my heart’s words
When it tells me that love holds the key to life

Love this alive
Frees me from pain and sorrow
Fills my heart with a sense of assurance
That this love living in me is the answer to every need

Love this alive
Reveals to me – God’s presence
Where I might not have seen Him
There He lives… in the Holy Spirit

Premium Member My un-tender feet

run on the beach
when I first hit the sand
and my hair is down
and I don't have makeup on.

I found a shark tooth,
a little one
and I carried it
miles down
the shoreline

on the top
of my tongue
to keep it safe

so I could show it off
when I got home

and say to my mom
"I found one!"

something less
than valuable,
but memorable
to her and
the man she loves.

I ran barefoot,
Lady Godiva style
on the beach tonight

I saw an oyster bed
at low tide
when no one else
was looking

and a seagull waited
for a sand crab
to surface
for dinnertime.

Children were crying
and laughing,
and adults were fishing,
walking seriously,
looking for shark teeth,
and/or smiling.

I am back home
at the ocean,
where my soul sings
and I am alive.
© CC Bloom  Create an image from this poem.

The voice of Emilien

The voice of Emilien

(A lone voice whispers)

I once met the King of all Darkness 
In France 

As we played poker for my soul 
In a burnt out house

While Edith Piaf sang 
La vie en rose 

On a tattered radio
With no power
He carried in his pocket 

Causing the watching fireflies to dance

I remember asking the Tall Man where he'd been

He said
Paris

To cause the Germans and the Resistance some pain

And as we played in that falling smoke-filled rain
I cheated and won

The prize 

Reaching out through someone after my time has run

After my sunrise was over
Summoned by the setting Sun
In darkness 

To see if the world still cries 
Like it did before me
In 44

So I send this

For we played
Again 
Late last night 

Old Nick and me
And He won

The prize 

Taking me where
The sun don't shine
To be endlessly chastised

So this is my last message

For your eyes
Before your sun rises 

Look to the East
The low drumbeats 

Of World War Three are starting to beat 

For many 
There will be pain like 
Oradour-sur-Glane 

Something so evil
You should all remember 

Who and what you do
In whoever's name

Or you could be playing poker with the Tall Man

As Edith Piaf sings
La vie en rose 
On his tattered radio

As The East and NATO
Trade nukes

Compelled to do so
By the prodding of the Tall Man and the curse 

Of the male ego

Goodbye 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

Image shared under fair usage policy
Form: Rhyme

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