Long Smiles Poems
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“Why do I always try and fly Puddin’?
Still somethin’ feels like it’s pullin’.
Weapons, poison, I’ll go grab my mallet
dangerous bombshell come and get it!”
“I love you, Pumpkin Pie, get me out of jail,
I’ll send them a calling card in the mail.”
They went over such a flawless scam,
Joker and his protege’ the Harley Quinn;
Every idea a bit more convoluted,
they just want the guards executed;
Surrounded by doctors and locked doors,
eyes on destruction and a stolen car;
“I’ll just go make a couple of pipe bombs
Not to worry Mr. J soon we will be gone.“
“If we get separated just get kiting,
There won’t be a need for classless fighting.
All the pandemonium in the halls,
they won’t be able to watch us all.”
‘A simple goal for her.’ Joker thought,
Harley has been so perfectly taught;
The dance of the Arkham Asylum,
the condemnation of a dirty slum;
Psycho with a woman on her knees,
Bent psychiatrist she can steal the keys;
“Puddin’ can you imagine the frenzy?
They always seem to underestimate me.”
Joker looked at her “It will be fine,
they won’t see it coming this time.”
As they sat in closed session,
they fleshed out the coming deception;
Parted ways with smiles so bright,
saw freedom and fell asleep that night;
Delusions rose with the morning Sun,
they can’t stop until their mission is done;
Harley and the patient right on time,
handed Joker the keys turned on a dime;
Quietly he sat regarding their plot,
waiting to hear Harley’s first gunshot;
Hopped up with a laugh began to sprint,
monitoring the halls ever vigilant;
Found Harley heard the sound of the alarm,
Headed to the car running arm and arm;
Berserk Harley and Joker fit like a glove,
Happily ever after in psychotic love.
Dear me of the past
The me that couldn’t last.
You folded in shadows and learned how to bend,
But breaking was never supposed to be the end.
You were molded, changed, rose from the ash,
Yet now all you do is hide behind a mask.
You paint on smiles with trembling hands,
build paper walls and call them plans.
You speak in echoes, laugh on cue,
But no one hears the real you.
You say that you’re fine while knowing you’re not,
You prance around while living with rot
That’s eating away from deep within
The absence of truth in your soul is a sin
But still, you rise with each aching breath,
a quiet rebellion in the arms of death.
You drag your shadow through dawn's slow grace,
longing for light to kiss your face.
Yet, here I am writing to you
The version of me that was beaten and abused
Do not quit, I know you’re a fighter
The darkest of times can only get brighter
You walked through fires no one could see,
carried pain like it was stitched into memory.
But oh, poor boy with weathered skin,
don’t you know healing begins within?
The mirror may haunt you with all you’ve survived,
But scars are proof that you’re still alive.
You’ve loved with a heart that was never whole,
gave pieces away just to feel like a soul.
But now, now, I see you clearer each day,
a warrior dressed in shades of gray.
Not broken. Not lost. Just not yet done.
Your story's still being carved by the sun.
Nestled in the woods,
away from sundry glances,
she sleeps in his shadow
and sighs in dusky dreams.
Her melancholic, frozen limbs
ache for the warmth of his orb!
At the dawn of the mellow sphere,
embellished with his golden beams,
she sparkles with his splendor
and smiles at the twilight wonder
as his rosy glow suffuses her being.
Bedecked as a bride in sheer delight,
she serenades merry melodies to his divine sight
and swings in joy with zephyrs.
His glimpse brings her veins to life.
Though far, far beyond her mortal reach,
he inspires her to flow with his rhythm
and exude her ethereal beauty;
she’s a scintillant stream of love!
Date of submission: 1/23/2023
Contest Name: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 25
Contest Sponsor: Mark Toney
“Not all those who wander are lost.” J.R.R Tolkien English writer
I miss the sensible in your heart
Just before you whispered your thought.
I miss the color of your soft
Just before you were blushing from a soul
Spent by the shadows,
Alive because its destiny
Is peppered with a hesitant peace,
Serenity fed by the music of grace,
A song abiding through the silence of praise,
A tenderness felt by those who express…
Joy from knowing you are as gentle as the wind
Who soothes and blesses, caressing
Every moment with a peace that extends
Light, softly flowing, always knowing
Wherever life takes me, I can be sure your memory
Will stay with me, stirring my dreams,
Stilling my fears – carrying me through
The depths of a sorrow that might have won
If I had never known, the beauty of you,
Who I keep missing, missing like the blue
In a southern sky, starry eyed, quietly twinkling through the night,
As alive as the kindness that survives, because you…
Are like a raindrop, trickling
Light over the shadow, feelings
Blessed by truth,
More beautiful than the rainbow
Who reveals God’s hues,
Sighing across the heavens,
Erasing the melancholic mood,
Sustaining hearts and souls, stirring
Life where there was once darkness,
Inspiring wonders that dream on,
Through the burdens, through the wrong,
Into the twilight, melodies praising
Where you once became the moment,
The faith on display,
In you I found the lasting taste…
Psalms, poetic kisses
On the edges of a tear,
Inviting my soul to hear,
Where the rain glimpses the earth,
Leaves rustling, in hues of autumn’s life,
Painting the world in silence,
A still life, overcome with insight,
Where yesterday tries to obtain a secret
From the beautiful dancing
Flowing with kindness, a meeting
Of heart and hope, minds learning
Just how to abide in the night,
Where moonbeams and flowery dreams
Illuminate the smiles…
Your heart, your soul, your spirit
Reflected in the stillness
Of a blessing only God could move
With the music, the notes
Journeys beyond the memories
Where I feel most content, genuine
Like a storybook grace,
Amazing and unafraid, blessed
By the moments, never betrayed
Soundless adventures from a heart
Who misses the wilds, the light
That can’t fade,
Because it sits on your grave.
The journey of Humanity is one of courage, it is of hope, it is of Acceptance.
It is of eyes peering in the horizon believing there is utopia behind it.
The journey of Humanity is one of struggle, of blood, of war, of Tears.
It is of the pursuit of Happiness, it is of Free-dom.
It is of Faith.
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The journey of Humanity is one of travel, of adventure, of Curiousity.
It is of exploring new terrains, it is of Excitement.
The journey of Humanity is one of rejuvenation, of Re-formation, of Re-birth. It is of re-production, of Refurbishment.
It is of Renaissance.
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The journey of Humanity is one of music, of beauty, of laughter, Sharing.
It of eating, it is of community, it is of smiles, it is of Hugs.
The journey of Humanity is one of dancing, of Competition.
It of service, it is of sub-mission. it is of Prayer
It is of our Universal Creator.
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The journey of Humanity is one of fare-wells, of tears, of Regrets.
It is of leaving, it is of good-byes, it is of Remorse.
The journey of Humanity is one all about making Love...
It is of potions, it is of oils, it is of nudity. It is of Endings.
It is of Beginnings.
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The journey of humanity is one of Conceptualization
It is of creating, it is of Visualization.
The journey of Humanity is one of Development
It is of building-up, it is of Breaking-down
It is of taking Chances.
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But, most of all....
The journey of Humanity is one of.... LOVE.
Love for all things Good.
Love for all things Bad.
Love for all things Ugly.
And...
...a Love for all things DARK.
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Peace to all of Man-kind.
I ~ Am ~ I
Form:
In midnight's shroud, where shadows writhe,
I struggle grasping for someone anything just to get a grip,
My head hangs low, beneath sorrow's weight,
Tears fall like autumn's rain destroying everything in its wake.
The month is cursed, it feels like a darkened tomb, Where shadows once played and a angel was taken to soon. As the memories and smiles fade laughter and light leave this tomb.
As the 28th draws near, a date of dread, the Anniversary of grief, I feel the darkness again
Mom's memory whispers in the night's air,
A sorrowful requiem, beyond despair,
And with it mere shadows of that fatal day, and
A day I tried to join her but fate would not let me stay.
In twilight's hollow, there are echoes of pain ,
Cries lost in darkness tears like bitter rain,
Hate fills my heart, for this month's cruel reign.
The 28th looms like a specter tall,
A twin memorial, of loss and fatal fall,
In this abyss of darkness, I'm lost and cold,
The moon above, a ghostly tale does hold,
My breaths are shrouded, in a mournful sigh,
As death's dark anniversaries, draw nigh.
The clock ticks onward, to the dreaded day,
In shadows I'll wait, for grief's dark sway,
Mom's memory lingers, in a sorrowful haze,
And my scars remain, in this Gothic maze.
Everlasting Hope :
Dark clouds overcoming me
Making it hard to see that sunshine.
I am looking for that glow,that light.
I am searching for some sunshine.
That sparkle ,that feeling.
That makes me come alive.
Life is full of hope.
Life is full of new scope.
You can find a way with your will,
You can excel with your skill.
Life gives you many ways to choose,
Give it a try because you have nothing to lose,
Life is wonderful,
Live it in the right way.then you will feel and absorb the true beauty of life.
I find hope in the memories
The smiles and laughter.
I find hope in Believing
That there is a here after.
I find hope in the friends
I have found on this road.
I find hope in talking.
Sharing this heavy load.
I find hope in the connection.
I still feel you around
I find hope in the signs.
That you surely to be around.
I find hope in the love
That travel farther now
I find hope in the knowledge
That I can feel it some how.
May the love hidden
Deep inside your heart
Find the love waiting in your dreams.
May the laughter that you find in your tomorrow
Wipe away the pain you find in your yesterdays.
Good things are coming down the road
Just donot stop walking.Because
Hope gently whispers to the broken heart
That still beats
To the rhythm of love and memories.
Forever missing.
Forever changed.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran (Aliza Mukhtiar)
Ah…..to spend one’s time wishing
with only ifs and turned down lips
no gift already given being enough
perhaps if in such disregard I lay
for wish for SERENITY is what I’d pray
Ah…to spend one’s time a wishing
and not to see the sky,
the majesty of baby smiles, the turning of the tides;
if they were not enough for me, which of course they are
and I went a wishing, wishing on a star,
perhaps, if into such disregard, I’d strayed
I’d hitch my hopes upon CONTENTMENT
with the hand I had been played.
Ah…..to spend one’s time in wishing
I’d not waste a cue. I’d satisfy all longing
with one ADVENTURE after two!
To live this life the fullness, this life I’d not decry
by spending time in pipe dreams
and staring into I.
Quote: I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath.” – Khalil Gibran
Faces, like pages in an unwritten book,
Each line, a story untold, waiting to be explored.
Eyes, the windows to hidden galaxies,
Reflecting the universe of emotions within.
In the depth of gaze, secrets reside,
Echoes of joy and shadows of sorrow intertwine.
Cheeks, a canvas brushed by the hand of time,
Touched by the hues of laughter and tears.
Every curve tells of moments lived,
A sculpture carved by the passage of years.
Lips, poets of unspoken verses,
Uttering tales in smiles and silences.
Whispers of love, and echoes of pain,
Spoken and unspoken, a language plain.
Faces, landscapes shaped by life's sculpting hands,
A fusion of light and shadow, where stories expand.
In the mosaic of humanity, diverse and vast,
Faces, the poetry of the present and the past.
A mobile phone is a strange old thing,
For the joy, love, and pain it can bring.
People can spend, hours a day,
Scrolling through apps, and games they can play.
But life is worth, so much more,
Than making thumbs and fingers sore.
By tapping on screens, to play on a game,
The way it’s developed, it’s such a shame.
It’s a shame that now, people look down,
In suits and boots, and dressing gown.
Instead of looking, straight ahead,
They stay on their phones, whilst lay in bed.
The fields of green, Horizons of red,
Waiting to be drawn, by pencil lead.
With colour so vibrant, in need of paint,
As pencil is drawn, ever so faint.
But this doesn’t happen, like the good old day,
As people have found, a quicker way.
To see this image, you can see from home,
Just type it in, to your shiny new phone.
Where did passion, and wonder all go?
What about the places, we did not know?
To go and see, and explore the world,
Has vanished forever, thumbs are now curled.
Curled above phones, as they scroll to see,
The places where I’d love to be.
What about talking, and having a chat?
It’s now online, I do know that.
Communities are gone, voices grow quiet,
As phones grow supreme, and more people diet.
Dieting as they sit, day to day,
On a phone with apps, and games to play.
Put down the phone, and open your eye,
See the world, on planes you will fly.
Appreciate the time, that’s limited to you,
Open your eyes, and see the blue.
Not of a screen, but a wondrous sky,
With clouds that drift, way up high.
Appreciate the smiles, you get on a street,
They’re rare to catch, from people you meet.
You never see, a smile at a phone,
As people walk on, to their journey home.
People who smile, put their phones away,
In order to appreciate, a glorious day.
They see the beauty, of the world that we live,
And see the potential, the earth could give.
They see the moon, the stars at night,
They see the mornings, soft touching light.
I ask for you, to put down the phone,
And look around, as you sit at home.
Appreciate life, in your new found way,
Travel far, please don’t delay.
Take your photos, and send your text,
But put it away, think where to go next.
Enjoy that food, and taste that wine,
Appreciate life, so precious and divine.