Long Timeme Poems
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There’s no sense
In me loving you now
For the most of many days
I’m right here with you
For the reason
That old men know not
The difference in wrong and right
The courtesy of my songs
Has been driven polite
For days in this night I couldn’t sleep
Subsequent to headaches too hard to keep
Up an down this avenue
Sometimes it’s the wrong wishes
That are constantly grabbing you
Selfishly I’m never tired
Weary, I grow unwired
I know you think I’m lost
No where to go
So it appears I’m chasing ghost
And these days everything seems scandalous
Out for every penny
It appears we lost a few too many
But don’t turn your back on the boulevard
As children
Days at a time we used to play in the yard
But you got to make a living
So a brother’s on the re-up
For the national guard
And my luck in this time is past par
And these days
Everybody seems to know my name
Here, still I’m barely standing
So I hit the scene like celebrity
And you could see my followers
Gather the fallen pieces of me
And though the past years been
Like a step child grounded to the attic
Simply hella dramatic
I guess we have to move past it
No need in loving me now
I’m nearly gone
For the most of many days
You were right here with me
As the seas carry my cargo and I to different shores I wait,
Waiting for someone to release me from my burden.
Days drift by listless in the ambience of light and dark returning,
The skies change from blue to a Smokey gray overhead.
Waves crash against me, water engulfs me, but I maintain integrity.
A myriad of hulls splash by, pushing me aside.
Why, my cargo is precious and weighs lightly?
Passengers slowly cling to me, barnacles and algae hide my glow.
Woe seeps into my gleam as I lay on my side,
If only a rest on a shore or on a deck to ease my ever weakening self.
Like a mother my burden is protected until birth,
Though with the birth goes my death, like that of my brothers.
Fear creeps in that I might break under extreme elements.
The stars change and drift as I do in a sea of black, they too must be like me
Waiting for the chance to relieve our burdens.
The sands come closer and closer, sometimes scraping against my body.
One day I will be found, hands will grasp, and carry me home.
I stand in the middle of contorted cross roads
There I have to make a choice of where I go
Nothing is clear and all is bleary
There are no signs, just the constant unknowing
The bellowing wind of utter dryness
And so I stand, waiting for me to make a choice
All I can do, Is wish I could fly away
Run away from these choices,these decisions
And the constant nagging of time behind my back
Which way should I go
Should I even bother standing up
The worry of what I shall become, where I shall end up
It is behind me all the time
Begging for enlightenment
I stand in the middle of a contorted cross road
And there I have to make a choice of where I go
So I look behind me, to my left, to my right and before me
With nothing to guide me
And so I take a step.....
Form:
Seems I’ve reminisced
The feel
Of a home cooked meal
Ducking the pleasures
Of a sainted veil
A clause in the end
From which finer things appeal
Black jack matches not
To a fisher mans luck
On an antique reel
But on the real
The expectations in this life
Remain a comfort
That refuses to chill
Let your thoughts rest
On an old lads chest
Considering the circumstances
If we make it
We can all attest
And adore this political mess
If not then as victims of stress
Unblessed in this planet
Of slanted chess
We’ll confess
Another night
Another days passes
Do you find it lovely
How nothing ever last
But many men have cured
Their fascination
Of becoming non minute men
Flawed by incarceration
Deep within the dungeons
Of a softer conscience
In irregular form
A veteran lies victim
Of defeated white blood cells
Unresponsive
A child with no home
And swollen tonsils
The dark settles
Flashbacks meddle
Trouble around the corner
As a lunch line unveils
Never was a fighter
Just a swinger
As I found myself catapulted against
The cafeteria wall
The integrity
My sucker punch instilled
Broken glass jaws
Over a 4th grade meal
Or mainly just an individual
Twice the size of me
With an inability to feel
I sat still
As the principal sought
A stern punishment
Not as astonished with
The other kids compliments
For my stomach ache
From a lack of warm condiments
Moral of the story is
I was fighting then
I’m still fighting now
Obstacles tend to ware me down
The inexperience of my peers
Seem to no longer enlighten me now
Have to find new ways to learn
Or disappear into the unclear
Fatigued as a writer
Tend to want to touch on subjects
Closer to lighter
Symptoms of a September baby
A Virgo born of a harlot
With nine children unknown
A none buffalo soldier
A phantom on a Harley
The ghost of Robert Marley
An astronaut in my younger years
Screaming for Apollo thirteen
As the thunder neared
Off my coarse of inspiration
I veered
( From The Looking Back Series):
The struggle which battles within
grows stronger in me by the day.
Should I choose the dark path of sin
or heed the true words of the Way ?
You might think the choice is clear
if you've seen my life thus far.
The choice to live is so near,
writing these lines in my car.
Yet I have clearly known the meaning
of the deep,dark night of my soul
where desires outside the will of God
seem to me an attainable goal.
Still, my heart moves on to please God
as I yet listen for His Word,
to find the paths I once had trod,
to hear the voice I once had heard.
And God it is alone who knows
my beginnings from my end.
The choice I make in time will show
unto whom my knee will bend.
Douglas L. Ace
As a consequence of a daydream
(Once again I could not slumber !)
the muse has swept in took my hand
has an idea ! A tricksters plan …
Pondering the stars
as you wander in
Dream pushing and
prodding all
my whims
but your visage
took reason
threw me on the ground
made me wake
look all around
“You rock with the hand of ages
Roll on the will of the gods”
your form
isn’t of our realm
but is a fold of never
an open page of maybe
all around me
a reach away
I swear
feeling you
I am
Oblivious
to the
deeper meaning
for you
passing days
have no form
as my heart leaps
we be coupled
infinity beckons
a bustling room
to the love
and luster
that is you
Making me shiver
the wanton disregard
depraved indifference
a thrust of tomorrow
the end of a beginning
temptress of time
flitting in
and flying away
never far to stray
Never still long
trouble wont find her
no earthly thing
could ever bind her
eternity paid
her forever wing
she is the song
cherubs sing
My enemy
and friend in one mold
a companion freely
Time has me in her hold …
Make me go to sleep
Make me close my eyes
As I take some time
I surrender my habits
Bless the lender
of my worn fabrics
Just once more
a peaceful day, what a delight
A soothing melody
buries the night
Make me go to sleep
Make me close my eyes
Does it feel like prison?
For I cannot remove you from my thoughts
If you will listen
Your kindness burns my scars
Like crystals of salt
As I lay ill sipping this pure life
I only ask
How much more can you endure my wife?
Make me go to sleep
Make me close my eyes
If you can bring me to my knees
I am yours
If not
I remain a lost soul at another door
I live life ugly, give me death
I laugh at strangers
In one final gasp
I am Your Saddened Angel
Make me go to sleep
Make me close my eyes
"Sunday wine & rewrites"
Don’t you see where you are
There was a time you wouldn’t tolerate
People thinking for themselves
You pass your judgments
And you made decisions to never last
You were the dominant voice
The ideology behind every mans choice
You believed in what you knew
And you knew no more than what you were told
We’ve come too far near for change
You were the leader
You were a generation of unopposed cheaters
You assassinated
You told stories of finer fabrication
You fought for patriotism, you fought for pride
Seldom did you put your integrity aside
You made no rights to be considered civil
You preyed on anyone who was thought to be liberal
You expressed your Marxist theories
You denied the working class it’s values
You sat me on the back of the bus
You told your children to fear me
We’ve come too far near for change
You formed conglomerates
And biased political party’s
In 63 you showed very little sympathy
Oh how you shook the wind from me
You told me I was only a third of a person
You scolded that my days would worsen
You defined anti-Semitism in less than four years
And before this, you path a trail of tears
Walk with me this way
You know things will not be okay
God bless a cease fire
For a present day Vietnam provokes war this day
We’ve come too far near for change
So mothers and children
Fathers and pilgrims
Settle the sky’s
For there are no frontiers left to pry
The rivers in which you wade
Have been drained too tire
From a followers coming of age
Script your life, live your days
Press your quill to this page
Is this what you ask for
A patent at your door
No more Marconi’s
No more hero’s or displeasures
Only a world lost and lonely
Are we too far near for change
You held me in the palm of your hand, You put me in the Earth,
You coddled me: YOU covered me in dirt; anticipating my birth.
I put nature’s warm blanket of fluffy, crisp, snow over my head.
Crawl into a fetal position, and for the duration of winter I go to bed.
Springtime comes, I awake, stretch little arms Towards a yellow strobe.
I feel a warmth from this far away, high in the sky; Brilliant Globe.
I wriggle newborn tiny toes, in the cool, moist, ground; each one grows.
The warm breeze, moves my sapling arms, the sun heats my shoots.
From a tiny, tiny acorn, to the Oak I will become; I can trace my roots.
Through the years, YOU’VE nurtured me, I’VE grown tall and strong.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter the rain sings to me; a sweet and loving song.
Fifty years Together : your old and I’m still young and in my Prime.
You rest in a Chaise lounge under my limbs : Shade in the Summer Time.
I need you in my arms
I need you by my side
I will cause you no harm
Understand my pain
"Only in this lifetime"
Along this path
I was absorbed through misery
I became known as
What you all call today
An outcast
In all my words
What would make you think
You couldn’t come to me
I’ll do all I can for you
I have fallen from grace
So I can no longer adore truth
Right or wrong, for better or worse
I could never leave you without a home
I try to do more good than terrible
But these are times of Paine
And they make life unbearable
All kinds of suffrage in this living
Find someone to be there
Better times to envision
These overshadowing events
and circumstances
Shape us into the individuals
We might one day grow to be
You say you’re making it
I’ve grown to become a college brat
I too am surviving
Maybe one of us
Will one day relax upon a better day
Other than that
There’s no wishing this weather away
How can I be what was never taught
The personality I sold
Was the image you all bought
And if I don’t fare through the night
It doesn’t mean it wasn’t a fair fight
Days I could see myself
Through your eyes
As a child flying a kite
So smile things will be alright
In a stand still moment
You ran away from home
Ambitious and following
The wrong scent
In depth I think
So my thoughts
Seem to rush the children away
It’s not that I preach
But I can’t afford to lose
So I push the obvious Pilgrim away
Gone silent, visually awry
Awaiting an angel to call me
Witnessed my shadow
Fall not far from me
Sympathetic exposure
Amidst the thunder and clouds
Is it okay to wonder aloud
Did I bring us
The worst of you and me
On my knees
I need your arms around me once more
A pint of Evan Williams by my side
Did I become vulnerable
Me or you whom shall we grieve
Don’t you wish things were wonderful
On my last stance
Until then and perhaps
This old man’s back may collapse
Takes a breath, for he’s not leaving
He relapses and keeps breathing
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