Long Solemn Poems
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Chasing rainbows
When all hope just seems to fade,
When the darkness throws more shade,
When your heart can't catch a break,
Negativity you can't shake...no more
Bridge
Please look to me for comfort
Let me bring you comfort tonight
Chorus
Keep chasing rainbows...
Keep chasing rainbows...in the rain
Keep chasing rainbows
A hopeful distraction...from the pain
Keep chasing rainbows
When you pray a solemn prayer,
for another breath of air
When you only want your share,
of a hope that leads you to... somewhere
Bridge
Please look to me for comfort
Let me bring you comfort tonight
Chorus
Keep chasing rainbows...
Keep chasing rainbows...in the rain
Keep chasing rainbows
A hopeful distraction...from the pain
Keep chasing rainbows
When tomorrow never comes,
When you feel you've come undone
When you've lost what you had won
Now you're searching for someone...who cares.
Bridge
Please look to me for comfort
Let me bring you comfort tonight
Chorus
Keep chasing rainbows...
Keep chasing rainbows...in the rain
Keep chasing rainbows
A gentle distraction...from the pain
keep chasing rainbows
keep chasing rainbows repeat
John Derek Hamilton
May 4,2024
September lights the deep dark night,
Strange shadows ply in silence deep;
No one in sight as dreams take flight,
Wordplay moves sigh before I sleep.
Night clusters well such solemn notes,
Words dash and dive as feeling surge;
Slumber can tell with snoring votes,
Verse craft now jives with vibrant urge.
Thought gathers more of rhymes that spread,
Poise warms fine feel to mellow mind;
Feelings thus spores chimes unafraid,
Charm profound drills gold verse vein finds.
Endless the flash of poetic flood,
Random lines frame what feelings come;
Breathless the dash of lymph and blood,
Words paint the game in precious sums.
Leon Enriquez
06 September 2018
Singapore
The Things people will SAY in the Confessional!*
Silly things!
…Terrible things!
And then, they go away clean, and I am broken…
These things Christ is supposed to heal, and He DOES heal them, ALWAYS,
But He lets me bear the pain of them, for a time,
So that I will truly desire to be the instrument of His Bestowed Forgiveness
So that I will not condemn, criticize, or judge, or become angry, for…
THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD, GO I!
For ALL have sinned and fall short of the Glory of God!
But now, this solemn prayer,
I offer up beside my bed,
Without the Lights On
‘I HATED You, when You took her!’
‘And then, it took me Forever to forgive You!’
‘And when I did, I kept finding dark corners, and little blurts of anger!’
‘GOD FORGIVE ME!’
(for I cannot forgive myself – not for any of it!)
Now, I’ll snap the lights on, and get some rest...?
...and call the Bishop in the Morning!
But... wait... a sudden warmth...
How STRANGE!
Once my head hits the pillow...
PEACE...
IMPOSSIBLE PEACE!
Deo Gratias!
*NOTE: I am NOT a priest or pastor (just imagining myself as one!)
the moon ascends
a silent silver shining disc
illuming the world
with a velvet drape
the busy chatter
of the day recedes
shaping solemn silent quietude
where the spirit wakes
a lamp burns low
upon the wooden desk
a small defiant sparkle
against the dark
here I am stripped
of all the daily masks
casting a role unseen, unknown
by curious, wondering eyes
seated down erect in my room
in the quietude of the night
with the mind free from thoughts
turning round and round
the spirit focussing
on the inner self
with only the breath drawn in
and then letting it go
I feel a tranquillity, a peace
a solace, a sense of bliss
unknown before
a simple rhythm
untying me to all
all woeful worries waxing
during shine of the day
all stinging strains stretching
their tentacles during daylight
now shrink to dust
in the solemn quietude
where stars like distant shining bulbs
gaze through the undrawn curtains
of the welcoming window panes
I feel the press of vastness
all around me
in my room and beyond
with silence speaking some sweet words
to me with palpable swirls
of the cosmic wheel
my hurried pace of life
finds deep refreshing rest
like a tiny ripple
in an endless sea
with the searching heart
laying down its heavy load
of questions softened
losing their sharpest edge
perhaps the answer
resides not in speech
but in this yielding
to the quietude
a sense of order
hidden and unseen
reasserting itself
in silent grace
where the soul remembers
what the daylight hides,
the thread that binds
to the Truth.
Forceful displays are never her intention,
But she will constantly plea for your attention.
Doctors should order silence long before
Our lives are entangled in webs of disorder.
Souls long to rest in the arms of a silent embrace.
There is not the slightest sound nor faintest squeak
When silence speaks. Indeed, silence does speak volumes,
Most purely divine and most highly solemn. In silence,
Exterior sounds have worn thin. In silence, sounds are
Released from within. There are magnanimous gifts of
Silent frequencies, flowing freely through the canopy
Under the sun. And the universal language of silence
Is hidden from no one. Moreover, the sound of silence
Is the sweetest music to our ears, often issuing
Healings and restoration with calming tears; many
Of which have been backlogged for years.
Angels are singing in heaven
By Michelle Morris
10/03/2022
The angels are singing in heaven
Hymns of love and peace and harmony
So many earthly bridges are burning
Burning like hell's making a home eternally
In our lifetime, each of us gets choices
Choices of who we will be
Behind masks, those who hide are really voiceless
For their truth is hidden in fear
Being your true self takes courage
But you can take the steps one by one
Let go of all fear and know your power
You can create heaven on earth as one of us
So, farewell, farewell to the fear
Let it go now and become powerful
Let God and His angels hear your voice
Let them see your soul shining bright
Love and light and filled with hope
Grace and mercy from above
Peace and harmony fulfilled, and
Endless, endless love
The angels are singing in heaven
Hymns of love and peace and harmony
They're guiding us to be empowered
To end all of earth's miseries
Now is the moment for us
To make a solemn vow
To stand up for all that is right and good
To not hide behind the crowd
You have so much power within you
For you were born of stars and light
You can make such a big difference
By embracing the opportunity to fight
So, hello, hello to the love
Feel it grow and become powerful
Let God and His angels hear your voice
Let them see your soul shining bright
Love and light and filled with hope
Grace and mercy from above
Peace and harmony fulfilled, and
Endless, endless love
© Michelle Morris, 2022
The son-in-law was growing desperate
Seeing that his father-in-law wasn't dying.
Juan Sancho's reasons were
That he had gone into debt
Taking out loans in his daughter's name
Deceiving her by saying
That the money he brought home
Was the fruit of his labor and the sweat of his brow
When, in truth, he was a lazy, crooked man
With a silver tongue and a swagger.
The debt collectors
Dressed in black like crows
Were waiting for the son-in-law to come and tell them:
-He's dead now.
Tomorrow I'll inherit and give you the money.
However, good old Antonio, his father-in-law
Who knew him very well
As if he had given birth to him
Hesitatingly told him:
-Wait a little while, Juan Sancho
Wait a bit
Until Death comes for me.
Juan Sancho, furious
Went to his mother-in-law and asked her for money
To treat the loan sharks
To whom he said:
-Damn, he's still alive.
Let's go to the hospital cafeteria
For some coffee.
Juan Sancho left with the loan sharks.
More people came to see how the sick man was doing.
The nurse who came to see Antonio
Saspitably told us:
-Antonio is already suffering in Purgatory.
Death has him ready.
At that moment, from between Antonio's legs
In the bed, already completely collapsed
Through the fly of his pajamas appeared
An erect that no one expected
And let his wife say
That she couldn't get rid of the ********
Not even by giving him a solemn handjob.
They called the hospital priest
Tenaciously reciting an Our Father
A Hail Mary and a Creed
And if you want rice Catalina!
Nothing worked, the ******** remained.
The doctor at the Móstoles Hospital in Madrid
Who signed the death certificate,
Announced to us:
-Antonio has died of a stroke
With a solemn ******** unforgivable.
Juan Sancho, upon hearing the news,
Cheerfully and happily entered the room
Saying to the debt collectors
Who followed him:
-He's dead. The devils have taken him.
The debt collectors replied:
-Now we believe you.
O’ sweet the rain drops heavenly spaced
Amidst the glaze of sunlight kiss
I embrace the winds they surround me
O the visons of streams
Soars the aftermath
Soars the trees waving
Soars the birds leaving trees
Soars the air we kinded, kin we breathe
O sweet the air sore smells
O the sweet animals that dwell
O the visons of streams
O so solemn views we spy
O the cries of the lamb
Every way that is met
Every step that is step
O soars the cries of the wolf
O cries the screams of the lamb
O the visons of streams
Soars the aftermath
Soars the trees waving
Soars the birds leaving trees
Soars the air we kindred, kin we breathe
O the visons of streams
O’ sweet the rain drops heavenly spaced
Amidst the glaze of sunlight kiss
I embrace the winds they surround me
O the visons of streams
01/31/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
What's left of Mother Nature's leaves
are strewn across her frosty girth.
A solemn bird chirps alone this eve
as fall is laid to rest on earth.
Twinkle, O stars, the gods be at dice,
and the sky is bursting with riches tonight!
The air's taken chilly, the ground shines with ice.
Outside, we all gather in awe at the sight.
Out of the cosmos at a marvelous pace
a comet unfurls its glittering mane.
There's a hopeful look on everyone's face
that the wishes they cast will not be in vain.
Settling softly, the Queen takes her throne,
her herald now harkened, the court bows its head.
Casting her rays, so serene, so alone,
she laments that her lover lies cold in his bed.
The mirthful King Sun, and lustrous Queen Moon,
can share but one kiss as each trades their place.
The Queen shines at midnight, the King at high noon,
each forever desiring the other's embrace.
I was walking through the pineapple row and a thorn stick me on my middle toe, I bend down low to remove it and I almost fell into the ditch, I didn’t know what to do and so I start chanting an unfamiliar tune. It has no rhythm or verse, but it was sufficient to break the curse.
The hidden doctor came from behind the door and the choreographer crawl from underneath the second floor, the pianist was embarrassed to hold up his head they thought that the entire universe was dead; everything was silent around them, and blood was dripping from his hand what on earth is going on? you have to come and do the final dance. It’s called the swing.
Big bright lofty pineapple with ripe colors and succulent smell penetrates the walls and roofs spilling its juice over the place and I open my mouth wide to take it in but I had to go back to where it all begins.
The pineapple field is wide it has thousands of pineapples that is piling up to the sky, the rows are long, the roots are strong, and I want you to help me compose this new song.
The words are simple, and I love your dimples your enigmatic smile has lit up the entire sky, you have brought me to this place to create this song so let’s get together and sing along.
Don’t put too much solitude into it, I want some joy, modern and contemporary sound the twist and the fling and a little of the solemn hymn.
I want you to change that verse and lament on the stolen purse, the pineapple upside down cake is easy to bake, so spread the cake mix into dish and blend the sugar into the butter and whip up the eggs and pour it in.
Place the pineapple slices in the bottom of the tin and pour the mixture in, put it in the oven and make it bake at a temperature of a 350-degree Fahrenheit and when it’s done turn it upside down and place a cherry in the center and send it over to my lover.
She walks with pride through the gate, he has been waiting for her at the door with a bouquet of flower laced in assorted color; he greets her with a kiss, and she smell the flowers and smile and he took her to a neatly dress table and pour Champaign in a glass and he said, “you have come home at last”.
They sat down and stare at each other’s pride and write the final verse with their eyes. We shall be together until we die, and they complete the final song together.