Long Tolerance Poems
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Late September the hills ring with bellows
as stags roar their challenges with gusto
collecting up the does into large herds
ready to give battle to the very death.
Walkers be wary as you too are an intruder
many have been pierced by their sharp antlers
The nine pointer in his full prime paws in anger
this is his land he is master of all he peruses.
No tolerance for the young contender
they briefly spar and the youngster flees
it is not yet his time maybe in a year or two.
The master stag bellows out his triumph.
A rustle in the undergrowth, and a loud crash
heralds the arrival of another stag in his prime
they meet with a ground shaking crash of antlers
locked in mortal combat they fight for hours.
The ground ripped up and red with their blood
they struggled back and forth, neither yielding
The challenger now weakened gives ground
as with a final clash he turns and limps off.
The master roars out his victory of this day,
gathering up his does takes them to water.
It will be his sperm this year that is carried on
His fawns that will rollick and frolic the meadows
The world does be a mysterious place to live in
Already hampered with its yet to be unlocked secrets
It does cause us all to enjoy while, at the same time, having us basked in sin
If I could change some things about it, pray, life would be as sweet as a ballet
See, humans would need to become pure
No more shall there be wars to endure
Humans shall be tolerant of one another
Even if differences of all sorts, around us all, do hover
Religions would need to be more unifying
Indeed, Holy Books, of the way to Heaven do teach
But then, humans, of hatred and mockery for one another do be screeching
As if, of peace and tolerance, their religions do not preach
Earth has had enough of its fill of pollution
Machines and gadgets I would bring forward,
Having the preservation of nature as their main mission
No more would trash and dirt fill the nooks and crooks of the world
Pollution does cause the death of life
Nature does become impure to our health
So much that Earth does feel like she is going on her way to her own death
Pray, a new world it shall be, one with air so fresh
If I could change more about the world,
Why, I would make sure death and disease do be in-existent
Pray, death does be so bold, it does cause us all to be so sad
Disease and the loss of our loved ones do cause us all to fall to our own detriment
Why, of course, humans and animals would have eternity to live
But at the same time, they would need to be made of good feelings
No more evil, no more sin, no more harms
No more disturbed thoughts, no more wants of abuse
My world, if I could have my way, would be free from poverty
Each and everyone of us would have his own share of gold
So that content shall be his stomach and that of his family
Content shall also be his heart, indeed, content shall be his little world
Why, does the world be a place where we, fallen souls, come to grieve
Does it be a place where our souls are to be always ringing with sorrowful alarm
Why, I do claim not to have, at my disposal, the one magic finger
But I shall try my best, to make of my world, a place, one so better!
This rhyme does be my prayer
May the Heavens bestow upon me, their power
Pray, if I could have my way, the world shall be the solace of all of life
Indeed, such a vision does be in my heart, the strength of my own faith!
10 April 2016
I don't know what all this is
When I think of our wedding bliss
Your my true love this I know
Except I've been wanting to throw
A punch right across your face
What brought me to this dark place
Aggravation is your thing
I knew this when I took a ring
And vowed to love You forever
Although I just want to sever
You into little small pieces
As my tolerance decreases
To your childish behavior
Wishing that I could just savor
Our love like it was before
About to push you out the door
Or push you right through the wall
My anger will never stall
Until I figure out just why
My love for you wants to die
~ the nameless ebony bird sings so mournfully -
the wind lifts your wings ~
poet's quote
A gaping hole in the ground
No tombstone or roses
White painted tiny coffin
angelic hands in prayer
A simple metal plate
with a number
No tolerance for fake tears
Justice must be a promise
Newborn child with the right to life
left under a bridge, naked
wrapped in a dirty plastic bag
The child didn't have a chance
in twenty-three minus degrees
A mother and father
abandoned his responsibility
their horrible secret
remains a dark shadow
A tower stands majestic and imposing
seeming asleep for the night
its silence weighing heavy, oppressive,
like a pain that would not go away
like a darkness that goes beyond
the absence of light.
In my sinking heart, I doze in twilight state
between dreaming and waking -
the privacy of it promises remedy
for persistent feelings of anguish
for losing an innate sense of balance
like a tortured soul courting sorrows
hiding behind unseen dark clouds
unwilling to let go and let be.
Shadows whisper in the stillness
one can hear a mouse blinking in the dark.
But I find no solace in the silence.
Looking up is a death knell from light
for the stars are dying, the universe a mystery,
impenetrable, choked up with unbridled passions.
Reason tumbles in a spit of craziness
even as I let the pregnant silence linger a bit
in bare tolerance, while the stars’ light disappear
swallowed and swallowed as they die.
@jjote 110121
Leftism is corrupt,
abuses all our laws,
if you don’t think as they do
they’ll grasp at any straw
to punish your with charges,
they’ll make it up whole cloth,
then just drag it all out
until your money’s lost.
All the while ignoring
scores of murder, rape, and theft,
done by those they favor,
so do not hold your breath.
Our cities full of homeless,
gang-bangers, robberies,
folks do drugs in broad daylight,
all the businesses flee,
yet they all turn a blind eye,
those deaths do not help them,
but if you’re center or right
they’ll throw you in the penn
for putting memes online,
since they all hate free speech,
lock you up, deny rights,
while ‘tolerance’ they preach.
And always protecting
the crimes that they commit,
the pedo lust, wire fraud,
and other monstrous sh-t.
Values only power,
see the state as might jaws,
they’re enemies of justice,
they’re foes of rule of law.
You arrive with little or no notice,
on the well-worn path to my door,
sometimes sending a private messenger
to forewarn your arrival.
Creativity ceases in your presence
when strength is sucked
from the well of thought.
Demands, that cannot be met,
are made in your name.
Productivity ceases.
Anger attempts intervention
but fails like a voice
that cannot be heard.
Tolerance offers her support
and is embraced for a time,
but wears out like an old sleeve.
When health fails and I leave this place
you will find me no more.
Birds will sing when
weeds cover the dusty path.
Ten Years (rewrote it for better meaning)
(Love you, mom)
February 21, 2007
The day that i last saw your face
The same face that went through war
To keep the family together
Through the hardships of life;
The day that i last hugged you
The same hug i had given you
Before going to school towards going to bed at night;
The day that i last said "I love you"
The same three words when i got good grades
When we got back together in '04
After in foster care for nine months
I pled to God day and night, tear after tear,
Screaming in depression and falling onto my knees
Just to hear you for one, long hour,
But it'll never happen
Its been ten years that you've been gone
And i know you're in a better place
And one day I'll be right next to you
I fought through the struggles of pain
Fighting my inner demons that i developed
Through the first three years of your passing;
I fought through the bumps on roadblocks
Going from place to place, blaming the world
And God for taking you away;
I fought through the struggles of depression
Even when i tried cutting my wrist
Because i couldn't get over your death;
I fought every day and night,
Hoping that life would stop tormenting me
With flashbacks and depressing memories of you
Begging with every ounce of tolerance and energy
But there were no endings
Its been ten years that you've been gone
But i know you're in a better place
And one day I'll be right next to you
Its because of you, mom
That i can write amazing poetry
Act like Jim Carrey on days of happiness
The way you've rasied me
Had me care for those who lost their
Closest relatives and given them comfort
Telling them that i am here to come and talk
When no one else would
Friends i had in the past considers
Me as an older brother thanks to you, mom
Its been ten years that you've been gone
But I know you're in a better place
And one day I'll be right next to you
One day,
I would walk down the streets where we lived
With the sense of relieve that you're watching me
And I'll have faith for that coming day
Because i love you mo
Like a knife, inflicting the tragic slash
Words spoken, violent and ferocious
Intense, brutal, vicious vulgarity
Hesitating only long enough to speak
Into the spirit, breathless disrespect
Anger so vehement it feels like a fire
Burning away the goodness, the joy
With darkness that silences all hope
For the moments when two hearts
Shared the wonder of sweet love
Like a knife, directed toward dreams
Echoing loathing, aversion to faith
Reaching through gestures of mercy
Beyond the tolerance – into the blame
Where heartbeats could feel nothing
But shame, trembling phrases, rejection
Burdened by guilt, directed by condemnation
Heavy hurts relinquished all their fury
Erasing promises that had been assurance
With doubts so desperate they compelled
Even the certainties, tears welling up inside
Like a knife, cutting away all the anticipation
The possibility – maybe I’d only misunderstood
Raking back the decaying dread, the rotting
Flesh of a feeling who knew only the past
Where it had been like a whisper of inspiration
A feeling alive inside, where happiness could guide
Even the shadows of doubt, the loneliness
Embraces the blade without question
Knowing that only in death, can the answers
Remedy all of the questions, the issues
Shameful and arising out of the hearts
Who know only to turn away from the bond
Tear apart the wounds with sharpened steel
Lashing out in fury, rage that reasons with hearts
Unfulfilled feelings falling apart as they’re
Shredded by a maddened craze of deceptions
Like a knife, mutilating the heart’s chances
Voices raised, defacing even the reflections
He and she – never again to be attached
By the joy that defines love this alive, passion
Turned to gray, black dreariness and pain
Penetrating, weeping, silent despondency
Like a knife, sharpened by smooth stones
This love has grown dark and can only be
Brought back to life by grinding away the
Anger, the doubt, the feelings poured out
On lives who know that intimacy, love…
Depends on the forgiveness of every cut!
That was then….
When the tapestry of contentment enveloped
the enthralled expanse exhilarated,
of the sensuous sky called life.
When the fervent flight was friendly
for the esoteric essence to fly fearless
near and far like a free bird beguiled.
When happiness was convivially contoured
in the consummate cauldron of time present,
relationships extended arms all the way
to embrace with unreserved fervor.
Strangers mingled with smile of no pretense,
kept the dormant egos unexpressed.
When life had the gracious fluidity,
flooding the kinship landscape with candor,
flowed like the fragrant spring zephyr
over the contented topography of being,
touched the ebullient perimeter
of the fulfilled psychic sanctum.
When your onyx cloud of latent tolerance
showered the soothing rains of empathy
on my blazing mental mantle doused,
you enwrapped me within memory petals,
made the bouquet of togetherness
when I was gone from your garden of roses.
This is now…
When deranged life is desolately disjointed,
things that matter to you and me
don’t relate as relevant any more.
The lone journey in the connived course,
fraught with fright is to descry the destiny
in the uncertain horizon of the unknown.
When self-imposed isolation takes the mind
from tentative today to ambiguous tomorrow,
ruptured rapport unholds hands even in sorrow.
In life the solo actors make their own stage,
play the unreal roles in the drama they write,
till the curtain of self-inflicted seclusion drops.
When the impeded flow of time
stalls in the hourglass of verily viscous sands,
sliding in the manipulated tortuous trail,
crashes at the basal indiscrete instincts
of the impatient and imprudent life,
buried in the debris of dismembered dreams.
When compassion morphs into mirage
in the desolate desert of the desiccated life,
where my soul is a snapped string
in the frail fabric of human disharmony.
When I’m gone you instantly erase
my fading face from your contrived canvas.