Long Tear Poems
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beautiful even in silhouette
i am an artist from paper to pen
you inspire my desire like the calmness of a friendly fire
a breath of fresh air you are
you take my hand as i shed tears for my First Love
ALS has no mercy on one who was born weaker
her decline was a spoiled wine in the middle of a burning pine
the greatest teacher she was
i give God Praise for the gracious goodness of your understanding
you kiss the last tear running down my cheek and i immediately feel better
the Weaver obliterated each deceiver that results in i being her greatest believer
gladly proving me wrong she has done
Most all have known me, a few know me well.
Ask people about me, here’s what they’d tell.
Sometimes when happy or sad I appear.
Here’s who I am, these statements make it clear.
I may happen while you’re cheering out loud,
Your child is succeeding, and you’re so proud.
Or in a moment when there is no doubt,
Suddenly your joy may bring me about.
In a time of sadness when life seems bleak,
You may notice as I run down your cheek.
Your heart is so heavy, it may just burst,
Here is the best clue, it should have been first.
When your loss is something or someone dear,
Everyone knows me and calls me a tear.
Jesus did many other things as well. If every one of them were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written. John 21:25 NIV
Tell Me, Who Do You Say That I Am
The wind whispers of him.
Rocks long to call out his name.
Angels ponder this salvation.
Demons shake in utter fear.
The throngs were looking for physical food.
God of all creation, in front of them,
fed them fish and bread.
Heaven’s bread out of reach
They ran when he tried to teach.
To his close knit group, he’d ask,
and even they were perplexed,
their inner core knotted.
This man supreme
would curtail storms,
walk on the sea,
feed crowds with a handful
of seeds.
Tell me
who do you say that
I am?
This simple, humble, feet-washer
would spend his short life healing others.
This eye-piercing man would bore
into a woman’s soul,
tear her away from her shame,
be the cause of a rumbling fame.
The King of kings
sought her out.
This lover of freedom,
untwists the cords of slavery
that binds our souls.
Divinity longs to hold —
not stare us down,
nor strike us down,
nor trample us.
Love incarnate
knelt down to peer in our eyes,
surprise us with truth
instead of worldly lies.
Tell me
who do you say that
I am?
O Lord, let my every breath
be an answer to your question,
my every step, my every action.
Amen!
4/27/2021
Tell Me, Who Do You Say That I Am
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
when the lights are dim
and the night looks grim
all i write is sound
and i think i'm better off
better off
twice today
I was in your arms
and i bit my tongue
i'd rather be aloft
yea i think i'm better off
better off
dear city that never sleeps
i often think of you
i wonder how you will keep
when the night sinks into
and if you make it to the days break
no one will really know it's you
another second chance to excel with truth
relaxed like stooping pigeons on the roof
lately i've been dying for a noose
or just a rope in general to hang myself from
day light trickles
but i find it difficult to hold a nickel to my left thumb
in other words
life is simple if you play it as it comes
here lately
i find myself growing more skeptical of people
feelings resemble damaged goods that pose lethal
at the edge of absinthe
and only tear drops touch the needle
i still write
but most of the time i'm like
kind of nice
for tomorrow pushes me gently
it's a rush but it soothes my thoughts
and i'm stronger mentally
when the lights are dim
and the night looks grim
all i write is sound
and i think i'm better off
better off
twice today
I was in your arms
and i bit my tongue
i'd rather be aloft
yea i think i'm better off
better off
so i'll send this letter off
"when all else fails I write"
The wheel of time makes
the head drag the mind
on the winding pathway
of the confused existence
amidst the rising dust
of the senile summer of discontent,
but the heart still breathes
the young spring air,
like a flower blooming
in the flushing meadow,
swaying in the sunburst colors of joy.
The threads of mind and heart,
seemingly untwinned render
the entities of dualism discernable
in the intricate lattice of
the shrouding shade and the luring light,
weaving the tapestry of life
into seamless paired wholeness,
caught in the conflict of
twin attributes seemingly unaligned,
but harmonious in dichotomy
like the sparkle of joy afloat
on the rolling drops of tear.
Let the fulfilled life see
the setting sun sink serene
through the chromatic lens
of the crystalline mind,
the ecstatic heart aligned
will absorb the last spectrum of harmony,
the gleaming bliss will then suffuse
the sanctum of soul in the twilight hour.
___________________
Written March 14, 2021
September 7, 2021
Constance La France's Contest : "H"Contest New Or Old Poems
From Adam to now
All is Eden
Keep floating in joy
In every smile and tear
He is with you,
Unseen but inseparable
Things come and go
Because they are things
Not the perpetuity
From nothingness to now
The bubble is always full
His heart is never empty
The wings may come late
The wind may be slow
But, you are the same
Be with yourself
Unending opportunities
Are yet to unfold
The breeze kissed my finger tips as you slipped from my grasp,
floating slowly, gently with tender dancing petals,
to rest in the waiting hands of the cool deep water.
Your blood red lips beckon me to follow your lilting whirl
through each step of your careening slow waltz
as the pulsing ripples lead the scarlet of your cloak
further and further from my enchanted eyes.
Slowly resigning yourself to your inevitable fate
you disappear beneath the languid swells to a watery grave,
never more to grace the world with your beautiful smile.
I cast you away as a token of my affection
rejected by the one who could save me from me.
You, my memory,
you my heart,
you the light that sings to my soul,
now the flower that I have cast into oblivion.
I watch transfixed as the fading brilliance of each lonely tear
mingles indifferently into the dark pool that surrounds you,
and I slowly drown in your darkness as you disappear from my sight.
12-17-16
I pass by wispy meadows
That have always lined these roads
I've got a dollar in my pocket
And a dog who will follow me,
Almost anywhere
I let the sunshine deaden me
With solar Novocain
And my tear ducts that dried up
A long, long time ago
Don't despair if I'm not there
You're better off without me
and the burden I've become
'Cause if I stay this thing remains
I'm sure you'd do the same
I've worked the same job for a decade
With nothing much to show
Just a pension and some wisdom
And a handful of bad memories
So, forgive me if i leave you
Without so much as a goodbye
Your time is worth more than The dollar
That I waisted
For some cigarettes
It seems unfair that you're still there
While I'm leaving,
This place that never wanted us
For anything
In my travels I have wandered
Much more than two and fro
And though I’m tired
I regret that I am leaving here
Just as I wandered home
"The Hunger"
Everyone should want to hear these words
"I Love You"
To hear these words mean so much and true
To hear it from a spouse, the heart flutters with joy
"I Love You"
Sealed with a kiss for both to enjoy
To hear from a child, straight from the heart
"I Love You"
Arms wide open, hugs no one can tear apart
To hear from a friend, friend to the end
"I Love You"
Their trust you can always truely depend
To love oneself before you can love another
"I Love You"
A better, stronger, new you, prepared for others
The hunger of wanting to hear the words
"I Love You"
is natural
the greatest gift to be given and taken
this seed of love can never be overheard
Written by: Debra Falgout
February 20, 2012
Little Cupid back to Olympus flies
His arrows to replenish he needs new supplies
His bow restrung his darts have flung
For Cupid love is never done
Come Spring new and green
And at every person Cupid's arrows fling
With tips of gold for passionate desire
With tips of lead to put out the fire
The world in love with love
Little Cupid hovers above
A tear mist his eye for his heart is denied
No one to fly at little Cupid's side
Spread love around laugh out like a clown
But on wings of solace alone is found
Back to Olympus a silver cloud for a room
A self inflected love shot won't help if you're immune
No mortal to love him no divine to woo
Cupid's need for love mist his cloud blue
Aphrodite sings lullabies to her little man
For little Cupid love is not for his own to command
Pierce your finger with the tip of gold
Why can't it bring me someone magic to hold
Infatuation, passion burns fast
With sudden flirtation love doesn't always last
Know your own heart for it to be shared
Love your self first so for others you may care
In love all you have is yourself to give
In life all you got is this one life to live
In youth fall in love always a lot
But when you grow up random love stops
Find one to love and to be loved
Find one to love and to be loved
Cupid sleeps as his tears rain down
Igniter of passion with no love he found
So with mischievous boyish delight
He releases those arrows in a torrential flight
Let love abound from this heavenly realm
Let Cupid deny let Cupid decide love's helm
Never to taste the bitterness of love lost
Never to relish the sweetness of love won at all cost
Alone Cupid sleeps upon his silver cloud
A cloth of golden silk upon his brow
For with amour Cupid be fickle
For his own heart those gold arrows aint worth a nickel