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This change is the only thing that I had no control over
What I discover now is that I never had nor ever will have any control over it
That the stillness was always there
That there was nothing to achieve
That it was always way beyond me
And totally was me, every atom
No, it was never something outside of myself, but was something that I had to be still enough to see was always there
As I am aware of doing now, curious about what is going on
Curious about who I am, who I really am
About all these layers and levels that form a human life that I am privileged to be able to view and feel and experience from the inside
As we are all able to do, equally
Each of us given this gift
Consciousness happening now
Without effort or specialness
Without conditions, no ‘buts’
No one has more consciousness, nor less
It’s just a case of knowing that that is the bottom line, nothing else
Of trying everything else, of going round the houses
Of climbing into the misty mountains and returning to the market place
Of doing everything special and coming back to the normal
Knowing that we are who we are
Which is what we sought and what we saw in those glimpses that they say are difficult to sustain
That created more division than we’d ever known before
Thinking that we now had a higher and lower nature
An ego and an authentic self, battling it out endlessly
More divided than ever and further from the real
Though even in that we never moved away
Just that it distracted us
Delaying knowing and feeling that it’s simply this, simply this
Which is everything
Including the battle between the ego and the authentic self and all other internal warfare
Knowing that it is not who we are
Noble and interesting though it may sound
A worthy life project, do we dare to abandon it?
That would surely be nihilism or defeatism?
That would be worse than all the struggles and battles
Like giving up
Like dying
We are the event horizon in which everything is happening
Are we going to quibble about what arrives on that horizon?
Accepting this and throwing away that?
Nit picking for the authentic bits and chucking out the ego bits?
Making the best of a bad job
An endless wheel
Distraction from the real
Come down from the mountain, there is nothing missing here
The real awaits us, for when we are ready
January 17th, 2020, a moost memorable outing at Collegeville Diner
A hardy acknowledgement yessiree
to the blessed sister Amelie worthy
of such beloved, devoted,
feted husband Rich truly
bestowed predicated upon
random chain of events
i.e., accidental, biological,
and genealogical happenstance prithee
applauding, apprising, and appraising key
kith and kin flavoring, enlightening,
and charming every
life ye and said spouse...
chance circumstance doth avail
your lucky charms to recipients receive detail
impossible mission to annotate here,
nonetheless with gusto courtesy
gratitude yours truly does exhale
regarding unconditional loving
creatures great and small
unbridled zeal without fail
truevalue analogous, yet exceeding
fine spun gold woolworth paltry holy grail,
nor can infinite wordsworth express hale
low, and brotherly love,
(equals at the least $20.00)
an introspective male
i.e. me, whose recent keen awareness
of vital specialness doth prevail
when a little boy quivering
scared as baby quail
his older sister genuinely
ranked high on importance scale
emotionally caring despite many travail
experienced by prodigal son
of Boyce and Harriet,
who frequently if not always did veil
steaming, roiling, quaking...
blubbering like a whale
Ahab oft times admit floundering chick
hen daring to venture metaphorical
unfamiliar muddy waters
unlike legendary Moby Dick
thrashing restless legs vainly kick
starting how to live think
lost at figurative sea
with nary an iota
abandoning ship lick
kitty split never trying
to overcome self doubt
when chased, teased and easily
trounced by bullies quick
as greased lightning
to cower on all fours
calling out for Ranger Rick
(or other unsung hero),
whose highlighted schtick
nowhere in sight, thus I got treated
analogous as some cheap trick
praying for salvation,
ye thence fended off beastie boys
(poetic liberty I take)
as veritable hooligans
threatened with wick
cud lee to thrash hide of
Matthew Scott imposing arbitrary
eminent domain despite
supposedly safe sanctified bailiwick.
“VALENTINE'S DAY, A LOVERS’ SERENADE”
Valentine's day is an expression of love
Grateful for the blessing from above
Show her your thoughtfulness with sweet compliments
Make this special day a memorable event
Valentine's day is more than chocolates and flowers
Spending intimate moments together for hours
Let her know that you really care
Make the occasion a gratifying and unforgettable affair
Gaze into her eyes while the music is playing
Calm her emotions of surprise, just saying
A day for celebrating her cherished desires
Holding hands while cooling the fires
Understanding that her thoughts are sentimental
She should be treated very gentle
Reflections of her essence of passion
Compliment her on wearing exquisite fashion
She displays a smile so bright and glaring
Let her know that your intentions are reassuring
Satisfy her curiosity of your genuineness
Always portraying that you’re doing your best
Considering her needs are a sign of intimacy
Make the right moves to secure your legitimacy
Let her know that she’s your world
You can count on her to be your girl
Valentine’s Day has a special connection
To the inner feelings of love and affection
Express your commitment to her true feelings
Show her that she’s revealing and appealing
Ladies should be treated like a queen
As though she’s starring in a movie scene
Ensure her of her amazing splendor
Be intentionally kind and tender
The testament of your love, is based on your respect
Be careful that your approach is correct
Cover all bases to make her day perfect
Leave nothing to chance or to be suspect
Take the extra step to let her know she’s amazing
This is a picturesque mosaic of us dating
Grateful for the blessing from above
Valentine's day is an expression of love
Author: Floyd Neal
Date: December 25, 2024
Dedicated to: My wife Andrea
Inspiration: The specialness of women
Seven in the morning, first toddler arrives
Extreme hope for the day in his eyes
You are the reason his look is glazed
He expects your wit to entertain and amaze
You are his Disneyland, his Chuck E. Cheese
His heart pumps, his mind at ease
Don’t fail him, don’t destroy his dreams
With love, stimulate and fulfill his needs
Do what you say and say what you mean
Belief in fairy tales, faith in the unseen
Wands cast spells, superhero’s fly
Santa Claus is real, leprechauns lie
Kids respond to music like flies to a cow
Sing every day whether you know how
For circle, for snack, for lunch or at noon
Before long they’ll all be singing in tune
If spiritual are the rewards you seek
You’ll have the power to penetrate deep
By example, model positive behavior
And you will be a warrior and savior
Feel with compassion, without charge
Touch with a heart abundant and large
Listen actively, with sincere passion
See innocently, through rose colored glasses
Every child has a gift to explore
A specialness they should not ignore
Nurture it with challenges that inspire
And their inner self worth will grow higher
In teaching in a way that satisfies
Try to see the world from their eyes
Use puppets as often as you feel
Because to a child they are real
All things are magic, all things are alive
Connect with each child’s unique side
Make each day a celebration, a dance
Reciprocate with love and acceptance
The quieter you talk, the better they listen
The sillier you are, the better their attention
If you enjoy what you do, they will too
And each day will be a gift to you
Verse 1: I was dumb and foolish
I did not love myself that much compared to today
I know why I made the wrong choices
In my mind, I should move on
But it was not like PTSD
I wish I had more training in ethics
I am sorry
I am still sorry
Pre-chorus: All I want to do is to talk to myself again
Chorus: I wish I never made the dull errors
I wish I were the perfect child
And I apologize to those whom I hurt (I mean it)
I cannot run and waste my time wondering through the past
But I will become stronger if I am not young again
Verse 2: I’ve given kindness a million times
But I’m still wanting to say lo siento
I embrace the imperfection in the present, past, and future
I let it be inevitable
I can’t tell the difference whether it’s too late or not to say so
I do it anyway
Pre-chorus: All I want to do is to talk to myself again
Chorus: I wish I never made the dull errors
I wish I were the perfect child
And I apologize to those whom I hurt (I mean it)
I cannot run and waste my time wondering through the past
But I will become stronger if I am not young again
Bridge: Dear every loved one, I know the specialness and flaws inside and outside
I should let it grow
Even if it is my apologizes
Pre-chorus: All I want to do is to talk to myself again
Chorus: I wish I never made the dull errors
I wish I were the perfect child
And I apologize to those whom I hurt (I mean it)
I cannot run and waste my time wondering through the past
But I will become stronger if I am not young again
Outro: I’m a strong person if I’m not young again
The black in me is hungry
Always seeking more,
She wants to hunt the bad ones
Bring justice for the lore.
Though most can’t understand this
Part of me and free,
When spurned I burned and reaffirmed
The deadly black in me.
The black in me is craving
To better all the time and
Time is no constraint
For other and divine…
Where consciousness is here
And there and up above,
The black in me appreciates
All pure kinds of love.
Strong black in me is fighting
For moral rights and truth,
For black has had her lessons
From childhood and youth.
She sees there’s many problems and
Goodness she preserves,
Connecting, protecting
As black in me observes.
The black in me considers;
Graciousness reflects,
Cordial to others
Earth, Sea and sky respects.
Loves the starry nights and
Lives the very sun
Amongst people and all living things
The black in me is One.
See the black in me is not my skin
Though bloodline is dark brown,
True blackness not just physical
Yet always is profound.
There is one place the black in me
Could never ever part,
The specialness and preciousness
Within my very heart.
The black in me you can’t wash out,
Reduce or take control,
She’ll always be eternally
For she’s my very soul.
Now I hope you understand
I’m as human as can be and
May relate to spirit trait and
Personality.
For I’d like to be your friend and
Thank you for your ask
To write about my blackness
Has been an untold blast!
Yes there is even more
I am this very night...
Though please take pen and write again
So I can read your white.
There is a spectacle that divines
A specialness, reflective best. The
Blessed. Yet I am surprised that
This shrine time is of disingenuous
Kind. And I alone surmise for I can
Only survive if I mind my mind's
Eye. And yeah the path there is
Long but the souls on this side is
Strong. They abide. They oblige.
With one who many have said will
Come. Some have been told he
Controls. Now here I stand in
Disguise. But this too of course
In all my lives I have had never the
Ever nothing to wonder or worry of.
If I can contrive a solution of
Diverse constitution then and
Execution when then salient
Retribution? At this point I think
I know the solidifying satisfying
Solution. Spread the LOVE ACROSS
The WHOLE WORLD! The lover of
Others. A global worth of benign
Cancer. If that's at all possible then
It is probably positively prominent.
No no know no doubt! Shout it out!
I will volunteer to be a distributor.
A LOVER a decisive romancer
Major Maverick Monstrous conspirator!
Romancing the races of this world
Aah, the talented dancer! Strict
Straight strong and stellar.
Love love love NOTHING! eccept
Love expect love reflect love.
Love love love love from the lover.
The lover of others? Why not?
Oblige. Comply.
They’re bargain basement bimbos, checkout chicks:
they know me, but I don’t recall their names.
“Good morning, sir!” Oh, no – the same old fix!
Unrecognizable, these dime-store dames!
Guess Karen? Sharon? Best not play those games.
Ignore her utterly? I wouldn’t dare.
Don’t get me wrong – I’m nobody’s Ving Rhames,
George Clooney neither. Pass me on the stair,
You’d hardly notice me. I’m barely there!
If I played Center for the New York Knicks,
or had the chutzpah of a Jesse James,
I’d understand it. Big in politics?
No. Humble teacher, me. I have no claims
to specialness. My somewhat boring aims
include (the sort of thing you, too, will share)
avoiding small embarrassments and shames,
to get through life unbuffeted by care.
Why hit with “Hello, Sir”? It isn’t fair!
But girls are all extensions, highlights, flicks,
and knowing this protects me from the flames!
I scrutinize her curls and bangs and licks,
and then I say, to cast away all blames,
and neutralize the misery that maims,
“It’s you!! I’ve always loved the tops you wear!
Are those new glasses? I adore those frames!”
(It works, if you apply a little flair!
And then the clincher.) “Have you changed your hair?”
There is a little extra specialness about her
She had caught my interest at breakfast
Her pretty curly auburn hair like my mother’s.
None of the feelings I have say mom though.
She gave me a quick glance and I saw blue eyes.
Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, I thought.
A sucker for blue eyes, I wanted to think this through.
“Hi!” she said.
So much for thinking. My heartbeats quickened.
I pointed to myself and shrugged my shoulders.
She laughed; it was a magical, faerie tinkle.
I watched her jump up and walk to the water’s edge.
No harm in watching I told my body as it twisted around.
Wanting to see more, eager and excited.
She came back wet and cute. Damn! I was a goner.
Some guy yelled at her. She waved and yelled “Here!”
She was taken. Another damn. A silent disappointed damn.
“This is Adam,” she said to me “And you are?”
I nodded at the TV star handsome guy, hating him instantly.
“I am Bill,” I said. Sad that this was over before it began.
“I am trying to figure out how to get Bill to invite me to lunch” she said.
Adam rolled his eyes; they were identical to her eyes.
“Why can’t you let him think about it?” He asked.
“My twin is so impatient,” he told me.
Believe in your heart that
something wonderful is about to happen.
Love your life.
Believe in your own mighty powers,
and your own potential,
and in your own innate goodness.
Wake every morning
with the awe of just being alive.
Discover each day the magnificent,
awesome beauty in the world.
Explore and embrace life in yourself
and in everyone you come across each day.
Reach within to find your own specialness.
Amaze yourself and those around you
to the potential of each new day.
Don't be afraid to admit
that you are less than perfect;
this is the essence of your humanity.
Let those who love you try to help you.
Trust enough to be able to take.
Look with hope to the horizon of today,
for today is all we know we truly have.
Live this day well.
Let a little sun out as well as in.
Create your own creative rainbows.
Be open to all your possibilities;
all possibilities and most of all Miracles.
Always believe in Miracles.
For it is Miracles that change our life forever