Long Touch Poems
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In pods, pale and emaciated-
muscles atrophied,
their eyes behind thick goggles
deflecting stroboscopic lights-
they sit for hours with empty smiles.
Each human in a private pod
lost in grounded bliss:
every want and need, fulfilled
by technological AI wonders;
instant information and amusement.
Touch of a button simulation
to other places via virtual reality-
the world unto themselves;
lives filled with at-whim commands;
their necessities- delivered by drones.
A bleak view- future existence;
lone humans in gray sunless pods.
Traveling to unknown places-
eyes blinded from reality
heading for grim, robotic essence.
April 1 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 18-21
Key Verse – 1Samuel 18:12, 14 … The LORD was with him.
FAITH IN GOD WHO IS WITH US
God is with us along His safeguarding protection
Midst His ready peaceful restoration
That encloses us and our faith around His compassion
Away from devastation of transgression.
God is with us along His refreshing goodness
Midst His replenishing graciousness
That sustains us and our faith by His loving kindness
Away from emptiness of vain worldliness.
God is with us along His satisfying contentment
Midst His provision’s fulfillment
That strengthens us and our faith by His encouragement
Away from detriment of achievement with arrogant settlement.
God is with us along His caring mercy
Midst His forgiveness-sufficiency
That brings us and our faith toward prayer-fervency
Away from unbelief and doubts’ persistency.
God is with us along His guiding hand
Midst His leadership toward promised land
That directs us and our faith by His Scriptural command
Away from disobedience of selfishness-demand.
God is with us along His cheering touch
Midst His presence we always need from carnality’s clutch
That keeps us and our faith toward cleaving to Him so much
Away from worries, anxieties with despair-crutch.
God is with us along His truth-light
Midst His victory for our stewardship delight
That empowers us and our faith in our service-height
Away from unproductiveness due to slothfulness’ blight.
April 1, 2025
She loves to walk in sunflowers…surrounded by the mountains and the trees
Where stretching out in all directions…sunflowers are all you see.
She loves to touch the baby sunflowers…still developing…still quite small
And stand dwarfed by the adults…the ones over six feet tall.
She thinks there are more to sunflowers than our eyes will let us see.
She thinks perhaps her sunflowers are more like you and me.
“What if,” she asks, “when two sunflowers looking across an open field
What if the love that’s housed within their stem, when their eyes meet, is revealed?”
“We know sunflowers move.” she says. “because they all turn toward the sun.
So isn’t it possible if they want to be together…sunflowers might also run?
“Run…veiled by the dark of night…no matter what the weather…
Run into each other’s arms…just to be together.”
“Look how some of them are hugging.” She says, making her point with ease.
“Look how many of them are smiling as they dance together on the breeze.”
“And tell me you can’t feel it….their happiness…their bliss…
When you’re lucky enough…when you get the chance…to see two sunflowers kiss.”
“It’s a feeling”, she says, “I wish I could bestow on every girl and boy…
How when you walk among the sunflowers…you can’t help but share their joy.”
We have different reasons for loving a walk in sunflowers…
she…for the emotions that they stir
My reasons is a little more selfish…
I love walking in them…with her.
Roses Of The Field
Village square has flowers of rare coloration
Not appearing in nature
Painted, ugly, plastic without a scent
Aromas are condemned, not authorized by local politics
Illegal in the kingdom and the region
To sell or grow or pick a living plant or flower
Is punishable and the penalty is death
Flowers are the enemy of the state according to government decree
Citizens and country folk must buy their plastic flowers every week
A dozen at a time to help with taxes
To avoid execution for non-compliance naturally
Roses that come from nature have lovely fragrances
If you come to our town wearing one
You will be executed on the spot and planted like a tree
Decapitation is a possibility
People with real flowers or plants are gambling
Face termination every day, but only once
So to the mountain out of sight I pedal day and night
My bike and I hide out on weekends with my aromatic friends
A patch of deep red roses wait for me behind the little orange fence
Next to the brook and yellow shack we hid from authorities
Thorns cause pain but not the same
As government intervention
I touch and smell the real petals on my flowers and they touch back
We must conceal our love from state and plastic fakes
And hide beneath our bed of roses for nature’s sake
Created on 12/17/14 for Mystic Rose - ROSES ROSES ROSES – Poetry Contest
Emotions that have touched this man’s soul
and have given life to that which had none.
Loving your divinely heavenly inspirational touch.
It’s rejection is like an infection
like Chiron whose wound never heals.
Emotions that have touched this man’s soul
You are my Lilith who tasks me all night
and the days sun which radiates me whole.
Loving your divinely heavenly inspirational touch
You are my moon in the vaulted sky
Illuminating my most darkest nights
Emotions that have touched this man’s soul
You are the Lioness to my Neo.
The heroine in this virtual matrix
Loving your divinely heavenly inspirational touch
You have given this old heart a jump start
with a loving heart that is Universal
Emotions that have touched this man’s soul
Loving your divinely heavenly inspirational touch
Prince of Peace, don’t long delay
Don’t let evil have its way
Death threatens our very life
There is war, abuse and strife
Prince of Peace, we’ve had enough
This life, oh Lord, this life is rough
We lose our loved ones, yet we pray
“Prince of Peace, come back today.”
Until then, Lord, send healing
To hearts that yet are bleeding
They’ve lost loved ones who are dear
Prince of Peace, to them be near
Prince of Peace, this can’t go on
Don’t let the evil hide the sun
Don’t let our tears soak the ground
While our hearts to grief are bound
Oh Prince of Peace, come and reign
Enter our hearts; soothe the pain
Touch our lives; revive ammmgain
Let’s not live our lives in vain
Prince of Peace, oh Mighty One
You are God’s own Precious Sun
The morning Light and our Song
Help us in your love be strong
Bring in your kingdom of peace
With your coming grant release
Your Return is drawing near
Then you’ll wipe away each tear
Oh, Prince of Peace, come and reign
In my heart and soul remain
In our country come and dwell
Prince of Peace, banish this hell.
Isaiah 9: 6- And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, PRINCE OF PEACE!!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
From the age of 10, we were
If boys pulled out hair or poked us with pencils
They liked us.
But we didn't like it very much.
We were 13 years old when we would walk down the street
And had men look at us from our face to our feet.
We'd listen as they completely replaced our identity
From human--to object..
Momma always said "If a strange man is followin' you, go to the other side of the street. And if they grab you--Scream."
This was something we had to learn at 13 just because we were young and naive.
We got our ass slapped in school but it was cool because
it meant we had nice bodies
And they rated our bodies 1-10, if you were a 10
you heard whistles and "damn girl!"
But if you were a "damn girl"
You weren't a damn girl at all
You were just a toy labeled "Do whatever you want to, even though I don't agree."
We had to watch what we were because if too much shoulder was showing
We had to change our clothes because it was distracting the boys from their learning
So the only we were learning were tips and tricks to tie up our shirt so that
It didn't hang too low because that would show the boys we wanted it.
Because wearing shorts and tank tops meant we were flaunting it.
When we were 16, we screamed because the men on the street finally caught up to us
We quietly said "Don't touch me there.."
But that meant go
We said no
But that meant yes
So they grabbed us and unzipped our dress
They threw us down where ur dignity sank lower than the ground
They hovered over us as we pleaded for them to stop
They got on top of us and you don't need to know the rest because we're some
Of the 68% of victims that never tell a soul so we'll just grab our dress and go home
We'll take a few showers and try to get some sleep
In the morning, we'll choose an outfit that looks the most discreet
Because we never want another man to look at us and think
We're sweet enough to taste.
We will sit in the back of class so know one ask how our weekend was
Because if they do, We might just burst into tears
We went from boys poking us
To men provoking us
We went from playing with toys
To being to toys ourselves
So boys will be boys
And us women will never tell...
If we’re not receptive to learn
Addicted to mind’s thinking crutch
We’ll never imbibe truth by touch
How will we feel nodes within churn
If we fear to surrender will
For ego dies, when we are still
Oh, to feel God’s benign bliss burn
Immediate and intimate
Throb of love that does not abate
Of seeds we sow are fruits we earn
Thus with heart gentle, eye mindful
Rainbow body is beautiful
Love and light, in mind-body urn
Is borne by divine magnetism
Transcending each and every ism
If we’re not receptive to learn
How will we feel nodes within churn
Oh, to feel God’s benign bliss burn
Of seeds we sow are fruits we earn
Love and light, in mind-body urn
Awake! Arise!
Prize your time well,
Daybreak arrives
To cast warm spells.
Light hurls new day
As sun beams stride,
Sight for new play
In love's joy ride.
With a sure heart
Let laughter find,
Watch faith bring art
To peace of mind.
Pray to live best
Your daily fare,
Prize hope's warm fest
As flair meets care.
Look to your soul
To humbly see,
Love keeps you whole
To traverse free.
Keep God in mind
And live bold heart,
All that you bind
Comes as act starts.
Here at the gate
Of dawn's clear smile,
Seize your own fate
Live happy style.
Be good to all
No matter how,
Love comes to call
Right here and now.
Better the fool
Who makes you smile,
Wise is not cool
In stingy style.
Look deeper still
For you will see,
An inner thrill:
Vast kingdom free.
Live well this day
With fine good cheer,
Let your touch say:
Love's way endears.
Leon Enriquez
15 September 2018
Singapore
The world outside is vast and bright,
Soaring buildings and lakes so grand,
But its high groves fade from sight,
In the moments I just hold your hand
A simple touch, a glance you hold,
Shifting in the air that stops time,
Turning ash and grey to molten gold,
Like lightning singing to you in this rhyme
Do you feel it softly, tingling and kind?
Of perfect peace beyond compare,
Empyrean is what I always find,
In the laughter, we so often share
Your gentle voice, a calming sound,
quiet strength, a steady grace,
My heart's happiness can be found,
When I'm safe within your space
At my judgment in a far-off place,
I'll want for no moment yet to view,
'Cause the only heavens I belong in too
Are the ones, when I'm with you!