Long Suffice Poems
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## Drenching Sunlight
I am drenched by the sunlight.
I can only go out in night.
For, me, my sins have clenched.
By the sunlight I am drenched.
Moon lies shattered in your eyes.
After my sins no good can suffice.
I lay in the night quietly battered.
In your eyes, Moon lies shattered.
The days are uncomfortable.
Is the good unattainable?
When I wake up, will I be outta this daze?
Uncomfortable are the days.
Being dry remains my comfort.
But in day, I stay alert.
Can't expect anything from soaking light.
Remains my comfort being dry.
When I like raindrops,
All the drenching stops.
Maybe I can be something then.
I like raindrops when.
In 1967, fresh out of high school at seventeen, I boarded a northbound bus to the metropolis of the mid-west. After arriving in Chicago, while waiting to be picked up by a family member, I met my first con-artist who ripped me off for ten dollars. That's the way I was welcomed to Chicago. Chicago provided my first full-time job with a metal plating company. In 1969 I experienced my first airplane flight from Chicago to Memphis, Tn., and in the Spring of 1968, I witnessed a riot in Chicago. It was the most confusing, the darkest, and the longest night of my life. After turning twenty-one, I cast my first ballot in Chicago. Attended a Chicago City-College a year before enrolling in a four-year college from which I graduated in 1972. Fresh out of college at twenty-two, got married in Evanston, a Chicago suburb. In 1973, fourteen months after getting married, just shy of my twenty-fourth birthday, had my first child in southern Wisconsin, 100 miles north of Chicago. In 1974 at the age of twenty-four, I bought my first car in Zion, a Chicago suburb. Chicago was where I rented my first apartment and shortly thereafter, I experienced my first burglary at this apartment. Sometime later, while all alone on a dark city street, I was strong-armed robbed for the first and only time in Chicago. Where I grew up there were lots of alcoholics, but I met my first heroin addict in Chicago. I attended my first Major League Baseball game at Wrigley Field in Chicago. I did not realize until this week that there were so many firsts in Chicago, and I suspect if I kept at this there would be a lot more. May it suffice to end this journey with three more firsts in Chicago: First bike, first kiss, first accident(my fault)........
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I just formed the contest of me.
It is a queenly one with an obvious winner
My heart jumps with anticipation of the prizes
A clean fresh page opens into a whimsical world of wow
provocative possibilities prance like purple ponies
stretching my mind into the outer galaxies of make-believe land
The contest of me is the best thought I have had in a long time
Everything that delights me is pouring into my heart-soul
orange, pink and yellow paisley jumpsuits twist their petootsies
lava lamps, air stream trailers, palm prints on a forehead
1960’s yellow happy face, a red 1968 442, my first kiss.
Feelings I have not had for a long time embrace me
Delight me, incite me, entice me, suffice me.
I limit myself not in the least
As the noon sun falls into my cupped hands
the oak tree is smiling at my eager happiness
I am joyous
The Psyche aye seeks an end to sling
Its filaments wide across and all around ,
To ensnare it's weird, stray prey with a fling
And there comes the ominous web, ill- bound
To stay back and grab the first victim found ;
From out of the depth of the benumbed torpor
The creeping, coiling ,ruffling ,volatile thought ,
Ever entangled in plots beneath the stupor ,
Sneaks, to find it's clumsy, uneasy way out
Seeking some flaw or fissure along the coffer .
Despite the reach and the cold vicious win
The prize fetches not the full upright feel ;
No ransack nor test for the wrong or sin ,
As success above all ,reckons a good deal
And the wildness belches over the raw meal ;
The goal reached, only incites a new hover
As the impulsive sensors grab at one and all ;
While a little morsel, a small patch ,and cover
Suffice, needless is the trade so selfishly tall
That transacts the mode of contented survival.
Death ,destruction and fall haunt fear greater ;
Desire and greed dwell in selfish pleasure ;
Thirst needs only a satiable gulp of water ;
Pelf and riches, beyond being some treasure
Cannot buy real relief or intent in any measure ;
All wild pursuits, mere Quixotic , end in vain ;
Glamour and virtual success go sans form ,
Brittle trophies and awesome ravages disdain ;
One stands not even at where one began, forlorn
As the very ground beneath the feet is torn .
Love - so fragile and yet so strong
Limitless ways expressed in poetry or song
To describe such a word as powerful as "love"
Words fall short - even in heaven above -
To remotely begin to condense the intensity
Of such emotion with such profound density.
A swirling whirlpool of descriptive adjectives
In agreement and subjective additives,
Cannot ever describe the strongest element
As fragile as porcelain and as sheer relevant
As the keen-eye of a cuckoo bird.
Unlmited artists and lovers at a loss for words
To describe the essence of "love" - it's absurd!
Yet, they all fall short and at a loss
As their minds boggle and toss
Back and forth - to and fro
Is such a search necessary or should we just let go?
Just saying, "I love you," is it suffice to set it free
Or demonstrate love with our mere actions and let it be?
So strong, so brave, so tall, so elegant
So fragile, so sensitive, so kind, so relevant!
So tender, so gentle, and still yet so humble
That love's only blackhole stumble
Is when it is placed in the presence of a single lie...
Because love is 100% true reality
A lie is definitely love's fatality!
If so inclined with reservations
Amniotic baby will float on water
Just around the corner of a smile
Embryological y correct you could say
Adequately enclosed in fluid aquatic
Practicing goo goo and gaga for mommy
Clothes would be nice
Naked is better
A hotel will suffice
Is this a room with a womb?
With an ashtray to steal?
With a balcony overlooking tomorrow?
A window to parachute out?
A room with a view would be nice
Where's the glasses and ice?
Where's the towels and mommy?
Umbilical ready for birth
Thumb in the mouth for security
Cord is secure according to Forbes
Don't want to bounce off the walls
Not exactly a Wall Street journey
It's baby's first flight out
Our heat and a/c units,
Which are mounted on the wall,
Have remote controls for every room,
Which workers did install.
The living room, since larger,
Has another cool device
With a touch-screen, though the room’s remote
Would certainly suffice.
Still, we were told to use the screen
Instead of the remote
To heat or cool that space and so,
We’ve listened to that note.
A tap relays the temperature
Or lets us then adjust
The way we want the air to flow
And it has earned our trust…
Until we found the screen gone blank.
New batteries did yield
A simple message, loud and clear -
“Replace me,” it revealed.
Imagine all our objects
With the power to command.
It feels like science fiction’s
Somehow gained the upper hand.
The first poem I posted on Soup. One of the first 200 poems I deleted. I found a rough copy in an old scribble book.
Hardware Blues.
My dad he went down fighting, to keep his local hardware store
But the big boys took his customers and the bank said “Shut the door”.
He had sales and cut-price specials and bargains galore,
He thought and thought of ways that he could do more.
He opened the store all day and half the night to suffice
But Bunnings told their customers “We will cut his price”
Well its sad to say but working in his store has been no fun for me.
I will be glad to look for work elsewhere and glad to say I’m free.
I am quite convinced that in a hardware store there is no place
For a genteel and rather shy, member of the female race.
Men would come in asking for objects that I found quite obscene,
For example I was asked “Where would a bloke find a ball pein?”
Another walked up to me and gave me quite a shock
As he informed me that he desperately needed a plumber’s cock.
Yet another quite nice gentleman assumed that I knew
On what shelf he would find a tool to drive a screw.
I had to inform one man that he needed a pet shop for his pet
When he told me it was a Rover jumper that he needed to get
A man came in one day who had quite a stammer
I was sure I heard him wrong when he asked for a Bi hex spanner
One man became quite forceful and nearly made me sob
When he insisted that I must know where was a plumb rule and Bob !
Requests for a Tongue and groove, Pump plier, a Mortar pan and a Fitting tool
Put me in a quandary and made me feel quite the fool
Once a lady was in the store. I was pleased until she asked for a toilet brush
I admit that even asking for such a simple item as this had made me blush
A guy that barked out gruffly “Spirit Level !” brought me to my lowest point.
MY spirit was at its lowest ebb and I am glad I no longer work in this joint.
Eugene awoke and looked upon
His Mirror in the morning Dawn
He saw himself and stopped to yawn
Then saw instead his friend Antoine.
Well Antoine said ‘come in, come on
I’ll whisk you with this Magic Wand
Then we can journey to the Pond
And sail astride the Silver Swan’.
And once inside the Looking Glass
Amazing conquests came to pass
Before the midday hourglass
Released its sands upon the grass.
Well, first they sought and found the pond
And hypnotized the Silver Swan
To sail them to the edge beyond
To Charles, the Froggy Vagabond.
Well Charles was said to be ‘a King’
Whose Crown was hanging from a String
While hopping with a golden Ring
Just waiting for a Kiss in Spring.
Now Antoine said he’d kiss ‘the King’,
(Or better said ‘the Froggy Thing’)
But Eu refused to do such thing
Unless the Frog removed the Ring.
The Ring transfixed poor Froggy’s Nose
Instead of round his tiny Toes
To keep away the Midnight Crows
As far as anybody knows.
When Froggy’s Nose was finally free
There was a sudden kissing spree
With Ant and Eu (and Swan made three)
To fix the Froggy’s Destiny.
The Rest is rather imprecise.
As to the trio’s Sacrifice
The facts alone should now suffice -
The Pond and Froggy turned to ice.
And Swan became a Toucan Bird,
The strangest thing I ever heard,
Instead of chirp she only purred
And even then she sometimes slurred.
Though Charles the Frog was mighty cold,
Upon the Pond he stiffly strolled
Behind the The Ring that slowly rolled
In search of one more nose to hold.
Well, Eu watched Antoine set the Pace
When beating Toucan in the Race
To seek and find a warmer Space
In front of Mother’s Fireplace.
So Antoine waved his charmed Baton
And whisked Eu back to Mum’s Salon -
But looking back, Eu’s friend was yon
Behind the silvered Amazon.
They fought with grit to save the nation,
From poverty, squalor and infidelity,
And when they marched it was the Nazi’s or them,
Who would suffice to keep their dignity.
The Second was really over the same as the First:
The freedom and equality that democracies offer;
Hitler was not to rule the freethinking lands,
Which representative governments quietly did proffer.
Their Ladies’ which, it was said, almost flew themselves,
Were engineered by women as superior planes;
Through dogfight and bullet, over occupied territories -
The pilots exploded German ammunition trains.
Rhoda Monihan