Long Thrown Poems
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I find you alone
in your favorite room of sorrow and suspense,
the woman I cherish more than victory or divine sense,
long untouched, you stare into a sonnet of romantic sadness,
supple shadows dress you in stubborn, gothic passion, a quiet finesse,
they know that I am the speed of your tears and the lover in your trance,
as I see what your heart has wept for, tender acceptance
I understand why my soul seeks your emotional opulence,
with my powerful hands I hug those lonely, sexy shoulders of tired independence,
knowing by the ease of your neck's pining tilt, by the searching gap of your starving lips
no longer are you startled by our love, no more will you deny the lust righteous,
gliding the backs of my fingers up under your smooth chin skin, beauty so generous,
I find you passion thrown,
I undo your bodice and your soft feminine flesh opens onto me
radiating craving that glorifies yearning,
I entreat you to grab my hard affection, to feel the firm rush replete
to place the head of my love within you like a heavy heartbeat,
you obey with unquestioning need, eyes alight, thighs wide
I lunge in deeply, completely, pushing through you a pleasure tide
as you breathe in the handsome shock of your fulfillment
I kiss the soft space inbetween your sumptuous breasts and taste wild wonderment -
J.A.B.
Someone stuck in the tunnel
dug in the desolate desert of deprivation,
doesn’t know what conceived in notion
constitutes the rationale of the thing
people of perception define
as the art of living, etched by elusive mirage,
in the free ambit of lively sunshine,
flooding the oasis of sanguinity.
Survival struggle pushes desperately
the languished life into the dark abyss,
breaks the fragile frame of the fleeting future,
the shards are thrown as the moments unlived,
in the debris of abject rejection,
unable to rise from the clasping chasm,
even if arduously tried.
Failing to find the escape route in the dark,
can’t kindle the candle of hope
to light up the unseen elusive end
of the gloomy tunnel of time,
but survival instinct lingers within bleak confine,
motivates to crawl frenziedly to the illusive future.
The meadow of florid translucent mind,
clear of convoluted shadows of confusion,
cast by the jagged thicket of ambiguity,
glows in the transit of fleeting moments,
rippling in the cascade of time,
latticed with the momentary luster
of the passing rays of sunset spectrum.
The sensitive passion, sparkling secretly
with the sequins of ever transient euphoria,
configures with evanescent radiance of certainty
the undeniable rational context of perception,
conveying everything has time to come and go,
for time stops for no one.
Orange paisley ideas tinged with turquoise and silver resonate in my head.
I wake up thinking seventeen thoughts, diving in sixteen directions.
Trixie, my muse has thrown the last line of the best poem my way.
I run to my art studio and begin to sketch, erase, glitter and paint.
The day is exciting, I have children to entice, excite, thrill and stir up.
Other teachers act like they like it, and maybe some do. I don’t care.
I am an elementary counselor, not ready to retire any time soon.
The students cheer when they see me, when I enter their room.
I get a kick out of the weather – sunny, warm, freezing or cinnamon.
Each season has a reason, and I get enthusiastic about something.
Retaining my childlike spirit has helped me generate the best friends.
Being with my ten grandchildren gives me job abundant.
So what keeps me going? It’ not a what. It is a bunch of who’s.
My husband for example, who reads my poetry every single day.
He has been around since we were fifteen, my cheerleader too.
My children who send the grandchildren my way,
Sophie Helen and my cat Shark, the mighty killer give me reasons to laugh.
My days are full of scrabble games, paintings, drawings, cartooning.
I made a list poem yesterday with my fourth graders, and they were amazed.
I keep going because I am enthusiastic about something every single day.
About several years ago
I had a car accident in my sporty fancy car
the car was clean and full with gas
I stopped to make a left turn
a few miles away from home
on that day, I was alone
possibly, my Mother and Daughter, or other were to go with me on that day
somehow, I think that they cancelled as I went on my way
I imagined if someone was in the car with me on that day
Oh Lord, what would of been if they was there
you see God knows your life
it was a miracle that I survived it all
after being hit from the back as I can re-call
an elderly man driving so fast
the noise was so loud as it quickly lasted
the back end of my car was dented all of the way in
as I got out of the car and looked so surprised
I said to myself, It is not so bad
until I looked at the back end of the car
half way gone totalled out, as I could of shouted!!!!
But, I thank God that it was not me that was damaged
I can get another car, my life was in a surprise mode
I am so glad that my seat belt was on
someone said that if I did not have my seat belt on
I could of been thrown, maybe long gone
some people started bringing my car parts to me
gathering around at the car accident scene
as people were standing by
the driver was there too, he was okay
I am glad for us both we made it through
I asked him later at the hospital
What happened? He first said; are you that Lady that was driving the car?
I replied yes, He said that he just did not see me
I said to him God is good
Angels were there on that special day
a extraordinary way was made
I was guided into a parking lot and the car then stopped
after I was hit, I wonder if this man was lit
I just knew that I was a survivor and he was too
the Lord spared me on that most terrifying day
All I can say is Thank you Lord with Praises
I could have died or maybe been paralyzed
my neck was so sore after that scene
I went home later that night after being tested
it was a day that I'll always remember
I am here this day to tell this testimony
I am here for a purpose I made it out alive
Until this day and always I am thankful and greatful to GOD
I am in my right and sound mind.
By: **Catherine Jackson Townsend.
~~I was spared. I am a survivor of many many obstacles in my life.
It’s an awful feeling to be wrong
Like a fish thrown back and having to explain the trick to others
Or a child at the chalkboard
Walking back to his desk
After the equation was wrong
And how it didn’t equal just right
Or mostly in work when we’re wrong
At the big meeting table
Beginning the lie
And lying to be right
Or massively in marriage
Singing the wrong song
To our lovely spouse
Playing ping-pong
And running like a mouse
And how we watch the news
Which is never wrong to us
And which we must discuss.
And how a very young rock at the bottom of the Grand Canyon was thrown by some tourist and settled in a basin of abject agelessness.
The rock felt shame.
But being wrong is right.
Like the ocean waves that fall back again
And the erosion of the beach
And your tears
And how they stop and go on your cheek.
Being wrong is right
Without our petty spite
Being wrong on earth
Is a barn with mirth.
It’s not each of us,
It’s not every one of us,
It's all of us,
We are all linked as one,
Connected as one if we will.
Our bodies are the divisions,
Our minds, the barriers,
Our thoughts, the obstructions,
Our fears, the hindrance,
Our heartstrings, the weaknesses.
If the walls around our
consciousness can be pulled down,
The barricades around our
thoughts can be thrown away,
We will experience the world’s non-duality.
It’s an energy that can be strengthened,
It’s a force that can be amplified,
It’s a path that can be uncluttered,
We need to understand its potential,
We need to learn to harness its force.
August 13, 2022.
Non-dual Awareness Poetry Contest,
Unseeking Seeker.
Little children don't understand
What has happened you see.
All of a sudden they're an outcast it seems in their own
Family.
They're no longer held, cuddled, talked baby to so
They're confused as to how things changed over night
To throw them in to this awful strange land.
Then they are showed a little person who looks like one
Of their dolls except this one moves, crys, and gets all
Of Mother's attention first hand.
This child thinks what about me?
Little children don't understand
What has happened you see.
The angel you left behind before you went in to the
Hospital has on your return become a cranky, crying,
Obnoxious, jealous, and feeling usurped but can't
explain why they have lost the upper hand.
All of a sudden they're thrown into a new category, your
A big girl, you can walk, please use your words to
Communicate, and you get to use the big potty to this
Child it's a catastrophe
Until big brother says it's okay. I felt the same way when
You came along honey bee.
It's how we become a family. It's all grand.
Little children don't understand
What has happened you see.
My name is Miriam, the prophetess
I have spent my whole lifetime in slavery
Moses my brother was saved from the river
and grew up in the palace of Pharaoh the king.
But now I see that God was preparing him
to set the slaves of Israel free
today the Lord has thrown the foe’s horses and riders into the sea.
So I praise God for unmerited favor
and I thank him for his undeserved grace
and I rejoice that his goodness and mercy
shall follow me all of my days
My name is Mephibosheth,
I live in the palace of royalty;
every meal I eat is a banquet, and every day I say ‘how can this be?’
I bring nothing to the table but crutches
and a sinful and bloody family line,
my father’s father tried to kill the anointed one,
and I’m living on borrowed time.
So I praise God for unmerited favor
and I thank him for his undeserved grace
and I rejoice that his goodness and mercy
shall follow me all of my days
My name is Mary Magdalene,
I confess I have walked down the sinners’ path
I have known the curse of man’s judgment
and I have known the fear of God’s wrath.
Until I met this Jesus the Nazarene
only he could see past my sin
he showed me he was the way to forgiveness
he purified me from within.
So I praise God for unmerited favor
and I thank him for his undeserved grace
and I rejoice that his goodness and mercy
shall follow me all of my days.
Author Dana Redricks
October 22, 2016
Sometimes our priorities can be thrown way off course.
People care about things more than they care about people and praise them about anything else.
We seek for treasures that will gain us nothing but are willing to sell our souls. We should strive for the treasures that are eternal and love people more than things. Things will perish and be lost or stolen, but in Jesus we have eternal life, in loving others we find something much lasting and is the love return or knowing they have a choice. Loving people is to give a choice either they can love us back or reject us but at least there is a chance of knowing real love, but the greatest love comes from above. Keep our priorities in check, and we will know our worth and the worth of others.
Title: Wind on our back
A camp counselor once, I thought I should glide
I ran fifteen miles, at the airport applied
A pilot took me up, above the Pocono grass
But I got airsick when the plane took a pass.
The pilot didn't want me throwing up in his plane
He dived to the ground, like an eagle gone insane
So I learned I can't soar, on the road I can glide.
Nothing wrong though with my having tried.
As a teen I ran track at Avebury High
Sometimes slow, rarely fast, I wouldn't want to lie
Then in college I hatched a different scheme
I wouldn't compete, just run with the team.
The coach sat us down, asked our time and event
Each kid's time incredible, I knew what that meant
I said "Skip me, please" ready to escape out the door
But their good natured laughter rose to a roar.
At the U of Delaware, I tried the same scheme
I didn't compete, just ran with the team
Came by in street clothes one day, but led the pack
Then the captain sprinted, a successful attack.
[chorus]
It was a healthy time, and my pace improved,
It was fun to go fast, and with grace I moved.
When you're in great shape the road ahead seems free,
Like running with the wind, like sailing on the sea.
I had short encounters on roads and trails
Other runners, unassuming, but tough as nails
I caught up with a Marine, matched his stride,
"I love hills!" he said, a matter of pride.
On a back road ran a woman, a running blonde blaze
I caught up, but there was steel in her gaze
"Don't bother", she said, "I've run men into the ground"
I had a brief vision of scattered bodies around.
She was swift, and no doubt those guys lost face
But she had thrown the gauntlet, I had to keep pace.
Two runs I remember, they were so nice
One Delaware winter, trees sparkling with ice,
And with Westchester Roadrunners in fields of lush green
Don't know how I kept up, but magic in the scene.
[outro]
That was 40 years ago, but when night descends,
I think back to running with two teams of new friends
At Manhattan, then Delaware, both let me come
Wherever they are now, long may they run.
And may the wind be always at their back
On life's winding path, or off the main track.