Long Star Poems
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I swore one day the world would see,
Who I was and wanted to be,
And now I thank the former me
For keeping faith, that was key.
Through every role, both big and small,
I stayed in love, I gave my all.
My little girl made me see,
That being her star was all I had to be.
In ‘94 my fame took sudden flight,
I felt like a bird singing in the spotlight.
I put the world under a blanket of laughs,
Yet in the silence, I long for new paths.
The screams echo, the shouts fade out.
I found the truth, what it is all about.
The purpose clear, to have none at all.
And in the nothingness, I found it all.
James Almighty, that’s what I became,
A face the world would shout by name.
Gifted with power, in golden light,
They expected me to shine so bright.
James Almighty, they want me to be,
But I am more—limitless and free.
On a pedestal of likes and fame,
She built her own, perfect game.
She curates a world of flawless grace,
A single smile on a perfect face.
She wears the crown of filters and light,
The final girl in a digital night.
She scrolls through screens with practiced hand,
And sees the users across the land.
But feels no joy, no true delight,
Just coldness in the pale blue light.
For in her heart, polished stone,
She thinks she did it all alone.
The mirror's glass, a phone's bright gleam,
Shows the star of every stream.
She cannot falter, cannot fail,
And won't engage in a real-world tale.
She builds her brand with every post,
And scorns the ones who matter most.
But in her soul, a hollow ache,
For all the realness she won't take.
The empty comments, the silent scroll,
The woman who has lost control.
The queen of feed, and yet of none,
Beneath a cold and lonely sun.
In a summer like no other, eternity was just a moment, a dream for us,
You and I, running through fields, wild children in the cradle of the heart,
Angels floating over untouched daisies, breathing fragments of the sky,
Under rain or sun, we were together, bathed in light and poetry.
On the summer grass, we lay wrapped in the intoxicating scent of flowers,
Not even the rain could wash away the innocence we breathed deeply,
It was a summer like no other, a paradox of time and fleeting memories,
The summer we met, two souls wrapped in melancholic magic.
In every breeze, an echo of our laughter undefeated by time,
Like a sea in storm, our calm was a deep mystery,
We floated through moments, dressed in metaphors of butterflies and sunbeams,
It was a summer like no other, a dance of hearts under the infinite sky.
In the flow of consciousness, the memory of our first meeting is a shooting star,
Lighting the way to a universe where paradox becomes reality,
A time of unspoken poetry, of dreams born from silent glances,
In that summer like no other, magic came to life in our hearts.
She starred in a Star Trek episode as the girlfriend of Khan.
She was talented but it's sad because now she is gone.
She had Multiple Sclerosis and by 1985, she was bound to a wheelchair.
When she died in December of 2003, it proved that life can be very unfair.
She guest starred in such shows as Hawaii Five-O, Bonanza and Daniel Boone.
When she died at the age of sixty-eight, she died too soon.
Because of her illness, she was unable to reprise her role in Star Trek II.
She was a beautiful and sexy actress and her name was Madlyn Rhue.
[Dedicated to Madlyn Rhue (1935-2003) who died on December 16, 2003.]
In Two Thousand Fifteen, Donald Trump stood firm
Said smart folks will soon come to learn
That the U.S. is in need of sounds from his horn
But he soon switched, for use of his trumpet
He's been blowing non-stop with no regret
He's Producer of fiery political script, don't forget.
This privilege trumpeter I soon began admiring
His consistent pattern of behavior is astounding
Saturday Night Live has nothing over him
The Don takes no hostage, but now he's lying
First, Dr. Ben hit his Mamma; then Mexicans come sinning
Next, his trumpet blew all Syrians down, none escaped him.
Donald J. Trump is star in his very own show
Neon lights flashes bright wherever he goes
His opponents' role, his hands can never slow
You'd think the Don's on Comedy Central show
Foreign and Domestic policies will take a toll
The Presidency's pendulum will surely fall.
Now, Hillary has the Don nit picking again
He's blowing, huffing and puffing... all to win
And because he's loud, I detect he hiding
Right behind that voice; that's not really him
I wouldn't be surprise to see him joining in
Switching sides, endorsing Hillary would be big win.
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oh my Good Lord for Christ’s sake who have you become
a well-known carpenter who suffered on his own cross
put nails in his own coffin a shepherd who lost to his flock
beggar man in rags once caring and sharing kindness and love
so the story goes but you caved in to prolonged abuse
misrepresented disavowed on the altar of religious deceit
you presided over wars subjugation poverty and holocaust
must have cried thousands of tears in horrible agony
dying all over the planet again once more and forever
they made you a star a celebrity icon poster boy idol
forgot in the process that actions shout louder than words
attached hypocrisy bigotry philistine culture to your name
now you dwell unrecognisably in bourgeoise falsification
in a shallow grave of history that spits on your genius
you were once so great had such wonderful ambition
so much so that if you had not existed we’d have created
a human being with such vision to ease self-imposed pain
your thorny crown has wilted on the spread sheet of time
a relic and artifact an illustration of vast compassion
we lost you in the fields of Flanders on our crusades
in the chambers of Auschwitz when we showed truths
about humankind and the punitive evil of our souls
yet a statue of the Madonna rests next to a lean Buddha
on the fireplace surround in my heart and the hearth
hellfire maybe but I have not forgotten your meaning
04th Amy 2021
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Have you seen the light of Him that shines brighter then the
Aludra star of heaven's lair, and have you seen the rays that
Veer towards you when you pray, my brother have you
Ever known more peace then when you bow your head in prayer
Yoked to your heart He is your everlasting soulmate and your friend
On the wings of faith you can soar towards Him night and day
Unearth your fears and find the comfort that you need
Sacred Father, Abba, Patriarch and Archer of all that is good in you
Every action of yours is guided by His Holy subservient angels
Experience Him in your journey of love and know that you are
Noteworthy of His protection. Sister of life on earth plant a seed
The creator will water it and make it grow like a rose in the dessert
Hide it from the enemy let it prosper in His vineyard. You the
Elect who is never left in the dark, is a child of the Beloved,
Love with all your heart as he has loved you, built an alter and
Invite Him to your table dear friend, He is the candle that burns bright
Goodness and peace will follow you if you make
Him your confessor and your constant companion .
Trust in Him who created you to His image, know you are loved.
Humility is a trait to be sought
for it's a real prized jewel
very few can claim to have it
it's not found by any set rule
When you know you are nothing
you're out of reach of any touch
whether it be praise of any kind
no disgrace is ever too much
The reason for this fact is
you know what you are
being truly humble is being zero
never wanting to be a star
But so few reach this state
Mother Teresa is one of the few
one who put others before her
resisting praise no matter how due
To live and be humbly untouched
O to know this would be surreal
but then knowing would show it false
for the humble never recognise it but kneel
(Some thoughts on a quote from Mother Teresa.
' If you are humble, nothing will touch you, neither praise nor disgrace because you know what you are'.)
The fire reflects off your eyes as the day winds down
I withdraw into them
Those stars glance down at us and I wonder do we shine back to them
Do they think of us with wonder and hope
I wish I may and wish I might
The angry stars always remember
But with hope one star burns and gathers us
I see you dance with the wind
Feet not touching the ground as you glide to me
Will I dance with you and the wind
Your lips gather me and embrace
We dance to the rhythmic beat of our hearts and the wind
Wishing it will never end I snatch one last furtive remembrance
And your eyes take me in from the cold night air
I am left speechless by her beauty.
My heart is in two pieces, torn apart by love.
Art leaves me sleepless; where is my good?
An empty orchestra plays only violins.
I need her love, to silence my own screams
And bring an end to all my tears.
I can no longer, wish upon a,
Star that has never even shone for me.
I am no stronger, with or without her.
I am weakness, down on my knees.
All my words are only empty speech bubbles,
None of my dreams ever reach for the sky.
She has no double…I have no lies.
I must be true if I remain mute,
Because if I have never spoken,
Then how could I ever have deceived the truth?
All I am is another man.
I have fallen,
I have stopped.
I have no plans to ever give any thanx,
For all the hope that I have lost.
All the love that could have been,
All the dreams…
They don’t mean a thing.
All these butterflies flying inside of me,
Only leave my feelings in knots, I need to breathe.
Hand on my heart,
It feels as if there is a hand around my heart
And I am tight in its grip.
I am forever stopping me…from breathing.
I cannot even help myself,
So I will never be able to show her my true self.
She will never hear about my inner demons screams.
I beg to just be loved by her; she will not see my own agony.
She will not know about the pain I constantly feel,
Because she will never know my feelings for her are real.
I am a broken, broken being.
I have not spoken, spoken of my needs.
She does not know she is what I desire,
Because I am trapped inside this scared of love liar.
All these feelings that I have to keep;
I hold inside my ruined soul.
All these things I wish I could be,
Are only ever love stories that are never actually told.
I remain in silence, my own choice for her freedom.
She is now free because I never mentioned,
The love that exists inside the heart of this man.
She is now gone and I am alone once more;
A stone, so stuck, in quick sand.
I am dressed in black, because of my life as a stage hand.
Last chance to give it a shot and win her love…
Going…
Going…
Gone.
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