Long Statuses Poems
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Conversations with God,
My pleas and the gifts received—
Grace amid chaos,
Mercy in a world that inflicts pain.
Lost and found, my soul.
I have yet to know a world where I do not cry,
Or one where peace embraces me.
A world where my efforts are enough
In a constant hunger for more—
A world that demands more and more of you.
Can one ever be truly whole?
Pieces of ourselves left behind,
Some buried deep within,
Memories thought forgotten but still unhealed.
A desperate time calls for God,
In an era where everything is within reach,
Most things just a text or call away.
Four clicks from booking that ticket to those
Whom you cherish as dearly beloved.
It’s simple, it’s easy.
How can they not know you think of them,
Miss them, see them, share moments even from afar—
Snapshots, posts, statuses.
In a world ever accelerating,
Now more than ever,
What was once black and white is now in full color.
Youth face peak anxiety,
Under pressure to do more, to act now.
When do we exhale, breathe, and pause
To be grateful for what we have and how far we’ve come?
It’s a beautifully sad world,
Where genuine smiles are rare,
And authenticity is increasingly scarce.
Realness has never been more elusive,
With everyone mimicking supposed icons or celebrities.
What happened to the misfits,
Those who pioneered style, flair, and individuality?
What happened to those who lived with wu wei?
I’ve never wanted more than to have lived in the past.
Sure, there were imperfections, as with everything.
But the music, the dance halls, the park walks—
When chivalry and romance flourished.
Simple joys like riding bicycles together,
Playing tag. What a life…
What a life I would have had.
I’m sure the things that break me now would have been different then.
I’d love harder, smile more, and live more in the moment.
Prince: Being in a place of unrest is rather confounding to the nature of the location when others describe the environment. For our person of the scholar’s cloth there lies the stone of fire and the pillars of the traveler.
Krishna: Pillar one teaches the person how they should live. This becomes a journey of looking into different states (beliefs) and applying them as living principles.
Prince: The dropbox of common dogma for one is not needed for the other. The dogma is detrimental as it denies the words of the Son. The dogma states about networking but destruction is the key to understanding when they apply their beliefs. They have been the classical, and modern Moral Orel’s in society.
Krishna: Pillar two is about standing for knowledge and learning to see people from the Locke perspective with the understanding of Maslow, Adler, Freud, Erikson, Spinuzzi, Bacon, Copernicus, Galileo, Pratarelli, Weber, Mohammad, Yeshua.
Prince: The knowledge pillar is the most critical to finding the answers to everything that is a problem of conformity, social disruption and foolishness. Maslow spoke about the hierarchy of needs in humanity. Siddhartha Gutama knew about this and called it Nirvana. Adler believed in holism as an understanding of the people. Tony Cassidy would write about this in 1997 from an environmental perspective. Everyone else would use the mind and universe to answer questions about our place and actions in the grand tapestry.
Krishna: Pillar three is about the knowing of the Self and not relying on others for the interpretation of the Self. Hearing the words of others should only be heard and not a full rewrite of the person. Not everyone will like the speaker as they choose to live in their excrement.
Krishna: The stone of fire is the love, dedication that helps them endure everything. It is the embodiment of Odin’s eye, the blood of the divine, the tears of those that can never be quenched by only one person. The stone is the testament to those that have been part of the journey. It tells of those that have betrayed the scholar.
Prince: All of this was learned at a place called Easy Place, where everything was a central hub that nearly overtook its name to becoming the ‘Forgotten Valor of the Soul.’
Krishna: The other pillars are of a different time for the traveler and of other statuses.
There is an ominous report in our land,
A shroud of disease heavy looms over us,
We’ve been anaesthetized and limp hangs our hands,
No one can escape by plane, train, car or bus.
Do not leave your rural fields or urban homes,
Stay away from crowds, distancing is a must,
On this enemy, a deadly sword is worn,
And has strength to deliver a mighty thrust.
Fact versus rumor is wearing down our trust,
Angst grips us and we cower in its confines,
We are confused hearing both minus and plus,
About a virus that knows no boundary lines.
It’s being said that we’re in this together,
In exceptional unity, we must stand,
And not capitulate under the pressure,
Brought by pandemic’s terror and harsh demands.
The world is having pain like that of hard labor,
And yearns for the moment of safe delivery,
Many cry for help and a healing savior,
From a malicious foe that brings misery.
Heavenly Father, whose name is Most Holy,
In our collective need, hold us very near,
And shepherd us to wellness and recovery,
In mind, body and soul, free of pain and fear.
As casualties mount, bringing deep sorrow,
And families grieve loss of kin and loved ones,
Lord, we pray for comfort in their tomorrows,
For all people of faiths, statuses, and tongues.
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Inspired by Jeremiah 6:24-25 (NIV):
“We have reports about them, and our hands hang limp.
Anguish has gripped us, pain like that of a woman in labor.
Do not go out to the fields or walk on the roads,
For the enemy has a sword, and there is terror on every side.”
Cities are wizards clad in robes of cement and thought,
Constan?a, ancient priestess, wears veils woven from the whirl of time.
Timi?oara, enchanting and magical, sways to rhythms of foam and salt,
Whispers fairy tales to the moon’s ear, on lanes sparkling with secrets.
Bucharest, young sorcerer, with raven feathers hidden under a cloak of mist,
Plays on stone streets with spells from Vlad’s elusive paradigm.
Passing shadows slip through his nimble spells, vibrating unseen,
Unclaimed, with the past on his back, he stretches dreams of freedom in every frost.
Ia?i, the eternal lover of the night, with a heart flickering beneath the mature moon,
Flutters through neighborhoods like a conspiracy of romance against destiny.
Every crossroad echoes with the duet of his love with his mysterious lady,
Where the equinox kisses the solstice, in games of flame and slender shadow.
No statistical register can decode the mastery with which these soul-statuses intertwine,
Springing towards the sky, in their diaphanous arc, transcending people and earthly laws.
They are cosmic tangles dancing at the edge of our understanding,
Each stone, a talisman, each street, a labyrinth barely starting to whisper the secret of eternity.
Our world is enduring suffering.
Suffering countries are living in coldness.
Coldness is killing those sitting in darkness.
Today, light your candle and run;
Run with it in all corners of the villages;
Villagers are held in thick dimness.
Dimness swallowing all the citizens.
Citizens of our cities and remote villages,
Females and males, despite their races and statuses.
Today, run or walk with your big or small candle;
Candle that rescues those in dullness, plus yourself.
Yourself, handle the candle for you and for others.
You are the candle; you have the light we need.
Go toward them, all those struggling in the obscurity,
Madly need that little candle you are holding.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
# Inspired by many people who overuse hash-tag for absolutely no reason whatsoever! (#):
# You’re acting like a fool,
experimenting on every flavored pills!
Hash-tagging is worthless –
Who gets hash-tagging thrills?
You’re just looking for fame if you use that sign (# so lame)
It does eventually lead to shame without a name!
#’s overrated…seriously annoying as well!
What’s the point of using it?
Who can tell . . . It’s annoying (# just a bit!)
It’s even worse than someone saying something’s swag
# you’re so RAD! You’re bad to the bone I must add!
But, you can be a useless tool – repairing naught!
# What? Why are you still using the sign? You’re crazy and cool (# not!)
What’s the purpose of #?
It’s overused like a filthy, wet rag!
No more hash-tagging! I don’t wanna hear you brag!
# Your lame and so is your hash-tagging ability!
I hope you know no one cares about your personal life – # it’s not a cup of tea
# Say goodbye to the overrated sign!
Find something else to do than put up statuses with hash-tag in it –
I already heard about you through the grapevine – # you’re a gossiping target – I’m not trying to be rude! Obviously, I’m in a bad mood!
Don’t shut me out or ignore my calls! Hash-tag is okay to use once in a blue moon – # you are still “swag” and legit, so don’t throw your childish fit! Get over it and grow up, dude!
Okay! Maybe hash-tag is overrated in this verse, # but I have no regret! You wanna bet?
What life means to me
Beyond all materials
and all relations,
All damn emotions
and scintillations,
Is just a moment
that can be lived to its full !
Beyond all statuses
and highest of education,
Knowledge having achieved,
or is being applied,
Is just that fraction of time,
if you could catch it right !
Beyond all belongings
be those real or virtual,
The heart and the love
that beats for or with,
Is just that perfectly lived time,
In grief or joy sublime !
Every sun sends a ray,
Flower the fragrance,
Breeze the breaths,
Nature vibrant colours,
To live each minute,
In a perfect flair,
Yet wasting time,
Thinking of the past,
and unknown future,
As the Present is gone,
Capture this very moment,
Live your life and to its full !
Written Feb 9th, 2015
For contest by Jerry T Curtis
Awarded 1st place win
I don't want to hear,
I don't want to know.
Your life is a Soap Opera,
like a T.V. show.
Your life is a mess.
I can read the signs
but I have trouble keeping track
of my own plot lines.
No one's life runs smooth.
We all have our issues.
I needn't hear yours
to bring out the tissues.
You have social media
to vent your frustrations,
your ups and your downs,
tragedy and elations.
I have my own stuff
to deal with your know.
I just choose not to put it
out there like a show.
So I wish you the best,
I wish you well
but those passive aggressive statuses
can just go to hell.
15/09/2015