Long Thos Poems

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Premium Member On the Lane

There’s a place called The Lane,
that time forgot.
In the center of towering green trees
sits a survivor of time,
one lone ruin,
a stone silo.

Specter of the farm that once
graced the hills and valleys,
each crack and crevice
has a story to tell.

Thos who live on The Lane,
show their respect
for it is a place
of peace and contentment;
inside, one can feel
the rising and setting sun
upon rich land that once
birthed stalks of corn,
filled cattle with abundant
nourishment and fed
the family who farmed there.

History has a sacred place here,
for in the world of frantic cities 
and noisy suburbs, 
the lane remains
an audibly silent sanctuary
where spirits of the past
revel in the shade
and souls of today,
can listen to their stories,
with ears of the heart.

When I go within,
I sit in contemplation,
of those who built
the lives we have today
and of their struggles,
for the lane reveals
secrets to those who
are willing to listen.



6-14-2021
ALL YOURS (Jun 15) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand


Premium Member Mine Enemies Under My Feet

MINE ENEMIES UNDER MY FEET

My enemies under my feet
I have wounded them that they were not able to rise nor speak
They are fallen under, under my feet
Selah……….. Praise God
For you have girded me with strength unto battle
You has subdued under me those things  that have risen and matter
Under me those mine enemies are
Under me, Under my feet
My enemies under my feet
I have wounded them that they were not able to rise nor speak
They are fallen under, under my feet
Thos has also given me the necks of mine enemies
So that I might destroy them that hate me
They whom cried out but there was none to save them that hate me
Why, now cause there’re under my feet
Each and every soldier
Each and every enemy of God
All that is woven into the cloth of the Lord
They cried out but there was none to save them that hate me
Why? Or why because my Lord God has placed them under me
Yes…under me..
MINE ENEMIES UNDER MY FEET
My enemies under my feet
I have wounded them that they were not able to rise nor speak
They are fallen under, under my feet
Selah……….. Praise God


09/29/10
Inspired from   Ps 18:38,39,40
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2010
Form: Lyric

Thy Almighty

The almighty were told, creator of heaven and earth
Where is he, in time's of Armageddon and self worth
Now were asking where you are in our hour of need
Yeah the grand oral disminar, do you ever take heed?

When times are grey people, are still praying to you
Asking for a better day, there saying what can you do?
People still seem to rely on prayer as it's a last hope
I ask is anyone really out there?, when we can't cope                                       

Following a righteous path?, I know wrong from right
Being religious is it daft?, for some Id say a guiding light
If a misfortune ,making a sign of the cross, is it the same?
When people are at a loss they use the lords name in vain
 
If on your death bed you do lay and this is your future bleak!
Dose one pray, when an atheist just turns the other cheek
When one's had enough, they ask where you are, G.O.D
While looking above, the grand oral diseminar, thy almighty


Probably not my best effort but few lines I had going on in my head 
for a while just lously put togeather ,something I've always questiond though
do we really need religion in the world? maybe without it would be a better place
it seems a watse of life, lifes already hard enough but I supoe like I heard in a song the
world spins on its axes, one ones troubles why a nother relaxes
I have miexed views because I hve almost lost my life on four or five ocassions
a couple of them were self inflicked and I was told thats a sin but then
 surley being made to suffer is a sin those who preach just tell ypu 
what someone else has told them and so on and so fourth or though
when I grew up maybe thos people were unsure of there belives which 
leaves me to uestion its like Im constantly loking for absolusion
WRITTEN MAY JUNE 2012 INSPIERD BY CONVERSATIONS
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Prince Fred

Once upon a time there lived a frog named Fred
Fred was a Prince, but he was unwed
So he sent word through the kingdom that he needed a bride
Tammy the green gowned lass blushed with pride
As she was chosen to be Fred's wife

But Fannie her jealous sister said "No not on your life"
And so the two sisters began to fight
Barry the blue frog shouted for everyone to be quiet
Then Gus the gecko performed the ceremony on a lily pad
Prince Fred married Tammy, which made Fannie quite sad

The reception was held at club Ribbit and was very nice
Even though Barry got drunk and upchucked on the rice
Alan  the alligator happened to be swimming by
When he saw all thos frogs he said "My Oh My"
All the guests were having a jolly good time

So Alan crashed the party and was delighted to dine
Fred and Tammy had slipped away
And spent their honeymoon in the Palace by the bay
There time together was filled with love and laughter
And they lived happily ever after


For Debbie's Fairy Tales contest
Personified objects: the frogs
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Flame in the Garden

Walking into the garden there is no light except the one coming from the moon. A reflection of the light from the sun returning to the earth in a calming kiss. A kiss calming the land from the burning heat of the day. Both light forms cannot allow life to exist without the equilibrium. 

A kiss from the moon lights the internal flame of this Scorpion.
A kiss that gives the mind the opening curtains of Opera and the flame inside the Scorpion.
The Flame in the Mirror will be stronger for the Scorpion.

They say that love is blind when it comes at a time of mystery. So is the garden of where the flame comes alive, first by the moon and then from the passion of the man. It is still coming alive as a lightning bolt lights a nearby tree on Fire. It is not consuming the tree as the man is walking forward as if a voice is calling him.

At first fear is guiding him forward into a fight manner.
Second the fear is making him rethink his decision.
Third the fear is making him walk back.

The fire is burning the tree with beauty but is not consuming it. The tree is vibrant. From the tree there comes a voice that is warm. “Do not fear, I am by your side.” The man walks forward and ask who is speaking. “I am the one you seek, and I have been watching over you. You are preparing the banquet. The guests shall keep arriving and will be stunned by the bride.” The man asks when the time will come when the flame shall meet his flame.

Feeling tears of sadness and appreciation makes the man bow.
He has felt like a fool for a long time!
Only a flaming tree of life can cause him to bow!
Especially, when everyone wastes his time!

The voice in the tree is of Allah and says that the time is coming and that the tides will not be heavy to the man as the Lord God is with him. He says that the place is of white and that the people come from diverse backgrounds. A table is presented in the presence of his enemies. Thos that have rejected the man are now shocked and bow their heads in shame. The man does not speak ill of them and only gives them the truth. The truth is power and speaks as a dagger to their hearts.

“You lost faith in me when I would not give you your instant gratification.
The one next to me is my rib and is my delayed gratification.”


ir Coryell

Cowbouis say In times of frustration
might the ablities of those
in action
those involed concort to
agree. To the point of
reality, I see him perform
and can understand his
performance faults
due to the results of
doing.
I shouldn't understand his faulting
and should beleive he is sabataging 
and running amuck due to his
lack of victorious outtings.
Considered best
but needed a proper opponet doesn't
keep the consistancy of performance
moving the Big Double Youes on the
logs.
The helmets looks to much alike
check his eyes. The behavior of others.
Predicting out comes and changing the minds
of thos involed.
We can loss to every Team Here
they are as great as we are..
Yett the mind set gives way for Improvment.
Raw Beef: Rare Beef: Medium Well Beef Well done Beef
and Over done Beef are the goal to satisfy the needs of these People
Giving way to the thought.
No Steak is rare enough might
the company choose to
both satisfy and make a profit!



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The way you loook at me Lusting -----is how I see another
why would I wish to be that way with you. That I seek and desire others 
and wish you not to know me as such!!!
Form: Bio

On weird hardships of the FBI WORK

They say that we;re CARBON life form 
And we are  
But what abOut HYDROGEN 
SO many mo;lecules of DNA 

IT SEEMS no rhyme but yes it is 

prior we wrote poetry and prose
we were human 

seems like whe are loosing soul of ours 
you should be taking CUMIN

the ICE  ws orderd killing the protestres 
it actually isnk,t AIS it is th AI CE EE

it;s law enforcemnt agency you moron

remove your own mask wear you own VIDEO of thee

they wnt to draw attention yours away fromscenery

of politics of very ecociomic naturee 


for many popele of the thos ans ALIKe

out of boredom it is ADVENTURE 


on TV they show ogh tis person dead

but many dead occur accriss te coutry 

SAME DAY 

the hundrends die 

of VIGILANTS aroctics and these FUCNKEIES


it isnkt AIS it;s AI SEE EE

it ;s LAW ENFORMENT egency of our s the coutry


JOIN OUR FORCE  
and the you'llsee


JOINT MOLALTATY and you;d be ENFAZNTRTY 


Iam cryptogrpher of those 
I unoiform having fiigiurir th case 


in china they dodnt have the shame 
becau rthey Have the FACE 

their face 


e 

 weare the enemy for them now and ehen they need assitace of th law 

ehom they' ll be crying 
on the telephine
© Kate Kelly  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Formality of Reality

I think it was Aristotle who said reality= mass +stuff 
One of my favorite lines from one of brightest of anytime 
See I believe there are all these little formalities in realities 
That makes life all the more fulfilling even for thos who have it rough

I never think things through instead I think through it
I don't take every branch climbing the tree but reevaluate my choices from the top
I'm not to much concerned with the questions most pose about life if its real conversation tho I don't want it to stop
But I just have one question
 where are we what nothing became a void 
capable of instantaneous creation and constant expansion 
This can happen in 2 places the brain nature made or the computer store bought

Here is some access to the synapsis of this particular 
Human and this is his opinion only but theory is really where the facts is
If heat rises why is it cold on mountain top
If all other things considered how is there terminal velocity
 How can we track this

How can they say green house effect is all natural 
And people didn't cause global warming
We caused that big ******** over Alaska 
Which allowed gasses in that then were trapped in by ozone 
These are questions I will always ask you.

Why is there motion in stillness
Why are their dry spots in the rain
Why are the evil allowed an easy life
And the saints get nothing but pain

Did you know they found molecules that seen to live in small numbers
But gather in many like families 
They are present in all objects animate and inanimate 
To this end everything has a soul your soul feels best ifyou don't grind the clutch its ceramic 

How is it q rain cloud 1 square Mile weighs 10 million lbs 
that there are babies qnd animals should just float away 
But they don't because the formalities and  the facts 
I really don't know if I can explain it better or what to say 

What if you made it all the way through life never of had to burden 
Those close to you based both on choices you did and did not make
This is the reality your in its not always  the best  so many joujourneys to take
So what to do next just a few minutes live for God sake
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