Long Sympathy Poems
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On a passing cloud, there floats a dream
A darkened cloud, from the sun-lights beam
To wet my garden... my planted seeds
That I just planted, holding rosary beads
To grow a tree, that blossoms love
That reaches that cloud, that floats above
And carries with it... as it drifts free
Thoughts and prayers, to you, from me
As it passes you, it's colored white
To dry your eyes, make your day bright
My tree of love... my flowers gleam
On that passing cloud, that floats my dream
(Dedicated to Eve Roper who has just lost her beloved husband)
My prayers and thoughts to Eve and her family
May he rest in peace
Still living my glorious moments,
holding on the memories of a past life,
relived by me on a lonely night
when aloness invites me to dance;
before all was a different image:
two bodies delighting in fond embrace,
ignoring the envious eyes of other dancers
who were true rivals, not friends...
Neither sadness nor forgetfulness
can discourage me or keep me from
living my glorious moments,
and these are perpetually untold;
others seem too desperate to release
them from the depth of their secret, to become
another story avidly read
by the affluent people who love to gossip...
Everything that I've done in each stage
is instantly taken to my earthly grave;
people assume the role of judges,
who condemn me with their insensibility,
but won't allow compassion and sympathy:
and they defend their faults that aren't so pretty,
when they are harshly rebuked by conscience
which rewards them with bitter rage...
Still living my glorious moments,
elated by a joy no human has ever known:
something inspired by that limitless grace,
which will comfort and strengthen this weakling body
when death suddenly shows up at my door;
and with the Lord's smile and the angels' song,
and tranquility surrounding me,
I'll give up my breath and let Heaven be my final home...
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Down the drainpipe the water clanged,
flowing in loud torrents,
pit-ter-pat-ter the metal sang
a sad and sorrowful lament.
The sky had burst with tears of woe
and sparrow fled to nest.
The butterflies where did they go
when all of us sought rest?
So long, the earth was drowned in rain
that ducks swam on the lawn.
No dry beds, no solace from pain
just the pat-ter, forlorn.
Tears ran silent in sympathy
for the losses yet unknown.
Ah, for bright sunshine’s harmony
and kindnesses once shown.
Pit-ter-pat-ter the drainpipe plead,
on and on it muttered,
certainly, it was time it said
for kinder bread and butter?
Date: 9/26/11
Poet: D. Guzzi
A tired voice and less engaged
You sit there nonchalantly
Never noticing my glance
As I casually look your way
Sitting in awkward silence
Downward weary eyes hollow
As distant as your dusty smile
You gaze off into the distance
I imagine your glory days
Spirited buoyant and cheerful
So long ago and wonder
Sizing up this empty shell before me
Laden shoulders act as testimonial
To long gone years of toiling
Of struggling to survive
Barely making ends meet
Now one foot out the door
Wishing somehow
You had the strength
To take the leap
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She hates to be alone, therefore, she loves my name
She beckons me once and twice the same
For she enjoys my presence, she loves the pain
The rapture she feels when she calls my name
The source of my tragedy
Unaware of her strategy, her tactics slew me
While my ignorance soothes her
My lack of knowing proves her-
Victorious once more, her love for me grows sore
But still, she beckons, my love for her reckons
Can’t protect them, my feelings
For now they’re seduced by one
Misery her name
And she loves my company
There’s no one to save me, no one with sympathy
Until the one comes, she and I are alone
For I am misery’s company,
She’s waiting for me to come home
A single bird rests above
Singing over and over again
The same notes in the same logical order
Again and again
Seconds, minutes, hours pass
The song never changes
Doesn't it know what is around it?
Doesn't it see the world below?
The grass and flowers
The small dogs yelping as they chase a ball
Doesn't it see the two people in love?
The two who want a beautiful melody
A melody that matches they way they feel
Soft lilting music
Notes that match the sound of the breeze
The distant waves
Does the lonely bird care?
Does he see the reds, golds and yellows of the sunset
Muted by grey skies
Chased by true blackness
Do the notes reflect the sadness of a sunset?
Hidden away
Colors lost never to be seen again
Or do they just repeat?
Again and again
Until the grass, the dogs, the lover and the sunset
Fade into the darkness
Into a distant memory
And the bird, still singing the same notes
Never realizing that he is not fully alive
But knowing that his music is still logical.
EMPIRICAL FEELINGS
intangible mysteries
so expressive
a dimension
of
sentiment
subjective sensation
paradoxically
essential
to temperament
present
a
different challenge
in the cultural climate
a permanence
espoused
that overshadows
a sensation of life
perhaps a
pretext
deeply sublimatd
a
perfected vision
circulated
emotive in potential
imparted
by
rhythmic intervals
in permeated spheres
a
strangeness
to meld
its inimical essence
so
essential to temperament
giving
a permanence
unique to identity
in
a
network
or a connection
with
perceived
sympathy
an ornamentation
pursued
to
explicate priority
& formulate
the search
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
CHARLIE KIRK: PATRIOT’S LEGACY
A spiritual calling felt deeply and heard clearly
At a very young and tender age,
Drew him boldly to rise and stride
Upon a grand world changing stage.
Warm, laughing eyes so quickly to disarm you,
An intellect so strong it couldn’t help but alarm you,
His light was too bright, his voice was too strong,
His mission in life was to right an indefensible wrong.
Millions of young students had been purposely led astray,
Indoctrinated in a hate-filled and communistic way.
His solution and challenge were lovingly and bravely offered,
“Please Prove Me Wrong” was the mantra and freely augured.
Rarely could they best him and rise to the occasion
But they respected and loved him in ever growing populations.
Like Socrates, he debated; he asked and he answered,
Always uplifting and his faith in God shining through unhampered.
Humble and caring, he strode across the halls of power,
Serving his nation every day, every moment, every shining hour.
He proved to the students why conservative values and a God-filled life
Will save our country. America’s soul and our future is what is on the line.
Charlie understood this from the bottom of his heart and the depth of his soul,
And we are forever grateful that he shared it with millions before his time to go.
As the world stands weeping and the flags are flying at half mast,
Charlie is smiling in Heaven and he will have the last laugh.
What he started will not be forgotten. We will never again back down.
Though our heart breaks for his passing, we know he’s on higher ground.
Our nation is worth fighting for is the lesson Charlie taught us.
Speak the truth of the greatness of our country and sovereignty of our people.
We are united and stand head and shoulders above the evil and ravages of this war.
Charlie now stands above it all and rests in peace forevermore.
To affirm and promote acceptance
of one another
and all together one
is to also affirm and promote
growing capacity for active empathy,
not settling for passive,
sometimes also ToughLove aggressive,
sympathy
The best possible outcome
being mere liberating tolerance--
which is still a big evolutionary step up
from conservative survivalist
intolerance,
Which anyone
who is in any way
not BusinessAsUsual
LeftBrain dominant
StraightWhite patriarchal
can tell you,
at probable great anecdotal length
personal
political
economic
cultural
education sadly replete
with unsystemic intolerance
of indigenously sacred
Wisdom
That win/lose passive tolerance
is NOT active
democratically healthy
wealthy multicultural acceptance,
an immensely positive moral
legal
spiritual
natural polycultural
deep immersion value
Omnipotently integral potential knowledge
of why eco-political empowerment
and enlightening wisdom
are more than mere personal win/lose tolerance
LeftBrain dominantly verbalized
capitalized
fathered YangPower
against EarthMothering YintegraLight
Of HerStoric wise-felt feeling
knowledge
co-investing in empathic Wisdom
To affirm and promote acceptance
of one another
and all together one.
The soul of an woman is bigger than the sky and the sea
radiance of her heart is much more sweet than moonshing.
There is no limit to her glories
abundant compassion to nourish,
in every corner of world the civilized people, why do they humiliating ??
It is the holy place how do you think her as a product!!
her sympathy is supreme than the sky and sea and the God in fact.
Greatness is her ornaments
lotus is her eye to paints,
the land of tenderness; why are you touching with poison to contact ??
She is essential and she is the flame of life
it's impossible to sprout a germ without an wife
She is variant in love and passion
in service of race and the nation,
why torture her, why do you keep her in tip of sharp knife??
She is the Goddess and her words are the wave of ocean
sky lies in the lap of her pigtails as she is much more than,
her brightness is as bright as autumn
divine is her virtues in race of human,
Keep her in love, caress thee, don't fight but be a fan.
She is huge in form of incarnation and carries infallible arms in hand
the world is her creation and she carries the message of destiny of that land
she destroys in such form
sin and the sinners in storm,
worship the Goddess Chandi ; She is the destroyer she can buried you in sand.
In your land of sin light of fames are shedding
Chandi has broken out in rage and wishing war to bring,
her fierce rage will destroy all
the stars of the life will fall,
she is going to destroy her creation; each and everything.
Women are awakening be alert and sing; come down soon
our evil acts has reached at the edge by virtue of that incarnation
worship her to calm her down
we are already late clown,
today we are on the edge of the abyss; don't be bad thereon.