Long Terms Poems
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Blunt brain such stale dogma holds
Tighter than crags hug dewy molds;
She spurns sparks Reason confers,
And terms sanest wit profitless fuss.
Sweetest rank her outmoded views,
Above strictest sense and full clues;
Cherished most within inured cloud
Are her trite thought frail and proud.
Proffer sure-shining cachings of gold
For faintest morsel of heresies retold,
And she'll a more precious jewel find
Brighter still under Diablo's airier rind.
Her creed says receive and cede not
Wild bootless notions simpletons got;
Let benevolent Logic his carats keep,
And her inane whims have their leap.
Her wild treasures heavier than lead
Shall endless grace that jaded head,
Until wilier ticks of blind-mute clocks
Hit Eternal Proof that sees and talks.
I’m in Inner Voice.
My name is Craig.
I get paid 55 an hour by the Heaven Cloud Company.
We’re not angels.
We’re suggesters.
(Angels get paid way more.)
Our job is nuanced, nudging,
Exacting, and exhausting.
For instance,
With the moon hung high
I come home to my wife:
Tired, blurried-eyed and warm in bed
She asks slipping into silk covers
How my day was.
It was a disaster.
I was batting .300 in baseball terms.
“Hittin’ 30% of the time babe.”
I crawled in beside her
With the weary weakness
Of a wounded animal.
“That doesn’t seem super effective.”
She coiled into me with with her
Wonderfully contrasting perspective.
I laid on my back looking up at our Ceiling Dream Fan
Rotating rapidly on the above and let out:
“It’s like screaming through a cloud."
“No cloud here,” she whispered at the top of my neck,
Kissing me on some immaculate speck of a spot
Between my neck and ear.
What twisted minds we have!
Fascinated by dark ritual,
sacrifice of human blood
to call black magic to our aid.
Alluring secret knowledge,
perilous complexities;
attempting to control
the supernatural.
How can this make sense anymore?
Two thousand years ago,
the Divine bled itself for us,
granted us power
despite our unworthiness and ignorance.
Freely given, and open to the light.
A ritual beyond our wildest dreams.
So condescendant, the Lord of the Light,
for all that we must do
is to believe,
and to eat,
And all is ours...
The terms of the pact really make no sense,
but God makes all things new.
3 June 2024
Two days prior, he had been blessed with fresh insight about the goings on in his life, and now, here he was on a Monday morning early before sunrise, getting even more understanding to shine upon his dim mentality. He said to himself, "Why, If I could just cease from this dangling and find a way to dance the future and dine the past, I would surely be experiencing an earthly paradise. Why, instead of dangling my life away, I could be swinging eastward for a season and westward another season. He had no doubt that the sheer struggle of hesitancy, though not reaching a level of insanity, was ripping at the seams of his soul and tearing his heart apart. He knew that soon he hoped, 'this too would pass' and so would his bitter cup. He often found himself thinking out loud and saying, "Home is where your heart is. Home is where your story begins. There is no place like home. He knew that there were those who left their heart in San Francisco or some other lovely place. On the contrary, his heart had been a lot of places but it seems he never left it anywhere but took it with him everywhere home happen to be. He went on to think, "Perhaps my bride would be evermore happy with me for coming to terms with my new reality. And I too would be one happy camper who found paradise in the best of both worlds.
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To bow at feet divine, yet feel the weight/
Of every fault, each sin he does dictate/
A love proclaimed, yet fire awaits below/
In sadistic trials, our fate does show/
A tyrant's rule, a dictators scheme/
A mind consumed by power, it would seem/
In psychiatric terms, a narcissist plea/
A God who craves our praise, eternally/
If love so pure condemns to fire's embrace/
One questions this divine, omnipotent grace/
A paradox in words, where love and wrath/
Seem intertwined on a narrow path/
Communistic echoes in divine decree/
Where worship is forced/
And freedom can not be/
A kingdom not ruled by Democracy/
But by iron hands of theological tyranny/
The question lingers, in the silent night/
Can love be true/
When governed by such might/
I'm just a little particle created so long ago
I swirled with many of me to help your Solar System grow
For many years I spun I thought in never ending spin
From that marvel the nebula your Solar System begins
For those who are not very sure a supernova could have set the reaction
A core attracted me in then collapsing in a fatal attraction
The speed of which this happens picture a skaters arms by their side
Rotational forces so massive spinning in ever glide
This causes the cloud to flatten as me the dust is being drawn in
Around a dense core it travels a star is pulled in to begin
The more mass that is accumulated towards the centre of the disc
Enough energy is now created nuclear reactions react so brisk
In basic simple terms Hydrogen atoms in Helium fuse
Releasing enormous amounts of energy your Solar System sings the blues
The outcome of one of these bursts was the forming of your sun
Granted, it took another ten million years but what you know now has now begun
The next step in the journey of this incredible science feat
Is the formation of the planets that you humans will eventually seek
Eventually us dusts we stuck together to form the many of many rocks
This process is known as accretion created by the science clock
Forming in the flat plane over millions and billions of years
Electrostatic forces allured creating your Solar System spheres
I'm just a little particle created so long ago
I swirled with many of me to help your Solar System grow
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There’s never enough time.
With minutes left, I search for your face.
I hope I see it soon, among the stars.
I’ve stalled & drug around buying time
Until you arrive, to no avail.
There’s never enough time.
Everyone’s always in such an uproar.
It would be easier if I could take you
With me.
With minutes left I search for your face,
Life flashing before my eyes.
Our passion a countdown to the last
Second.
Soon we’ll be on display for all to see,
& I will love you shamelessly & complete.
An untamed galaxy, my breath yours
For the taking.
Soon we’ll blast off.
With minutes left, I search for your face.
There’s never enough time.
It would be easier to take you with me.
If dreams only worked that way,
In terms of cosmic implosions.
I’d be dead.
However long it takes until launch
In a world decayed by tyrants and greed,
Serving the human for the human mans creed.
Separation and conflict, the terms we now know
Where once The Last Bastion “Hope” used to grow
Defensible positions push further the lines
Where once the Hearth kept us warm through the times
The surety of plenty now fallowed with salt
Our Promised Land lays dormant, brought to a halt
Successor and Succor were once the lands governed
Brought low by obsession, greed is now covered
By laws and amendments they do what they will
Never giving care to the blood that they spill
A spearheaded tactic, to punch through the lies
Conviction and reason, the common ones cries
To once again see a world of solace and care
To take away hatred, and an end to despair
So with this, The Last Bastion “Hope” you can see
The salt lifted from a land that was once diseased
And never more daunted by an endless abyss
With “Hope” Comes “Love” and in the end … is “Bliss”
"Long has My grace been proffered
Long has intercession been offered
Short is My space for repentance
'On my terms!' frames their resistance
'Tis not I who needs to change
Defying My terms will estrange
Worship Me in spirit and truth
Stop treating My words as uncouth
My Vineyard I designed to produce
But not all of My grapes have juice
These are destined for destruction
They refuse to obey My instruction
Secondhand smoke provokes My eyes
Their sacrifices only antagonize
Their outcome has been decreed
Curses will pursue their seed
Their toxic smoke is spreading
The effects of it - upsetting
False gods mislead and blind
Fulfilling the devil's design
Blowing immoral smoke in My face
Masking deceit without disgrace
They have earned My displeasure
I'll punish them in full measure
But My good grapes will inherit
As joint-heirs, they'll share it
They truly love and obey Me
Becoming My priority
I'll restore the Universe for them
New Jerusalem from every kind of gem
Justice and righteousness prevail
Secondhand smoke is a devil's tale"
“The song is ended but the melody lingers on.”
Quote By_Irving Berlin
Its time to turn the page and to end this chapter,
let all the long years of love hide away;
safe in my heart and soul for all of my days left,
it was sad to say farewell to my pet.
Lots of buried memories of those who died came,
of other pets, of my mom, dad, grandma;
of my baby, my love, and my sister,
of family and friends washed over me again.
I have been so sad these past days with tears falling,
but, I am coming to terms with it now;
God gave me this kitty to love and to cherish,
when she got sick he took her to heaven.
Time for me to recover and to be better,
to fill my days with good work and good deeds;
and be the best I can be, healthy, and beautiful,
to be an inspiration to others.
Yes, time to recover from all the grief of deaths,
it is not forgetting but moving on;
each person, each pet lives on in my heart always,
and will until the day God takes me home.
So, I am putting my faith in God- he is the gift,
I will take his hand and he will lead me;
he knows the best way that I must go in this life,
and he will be holding me in his hands.