Long Travels Poems
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Innocent
Lighting travels through my core, like a diving hawk to prey.
Unwittingly, I let a breathy moan escape.
To the glory of the heavens, my eyes roll up then close.
The better to feel and isolate every touch bestowed.
Loved
Cherished
Liberated
Righteous
Found in innocent yearning, a blessed gift of pleasure from God,
Only man made shame can twist this right into something wrong.
No clothing but the skin I'm in, and not needful til I'm told,
This beautiful expression of love, this fire I can hold,
Is full of dirt and shameful works and turns the fire cold.
Shivering in my guilt, I frantically, hopefully, look,
for a way to hide and warm, as in Icy shame I shook.
The fig leaf doesn't cover me as completely as I'd want,
Desperately, I spill warm blood and in fresh furs I flaunt.
Only that life flow of crimson can cover any sin,
Now, knowing shame, and feeling guilt begins.
Deformed
Perverted
Twisted
Manipulated
From the innocence of love and sweet gift of pleasure,
To dark urges made ugly, no thought for forever.
I stand outside in the tempest,
clothes billowing, cloak whipping in the wind,
my body swaying and rocking in the gale
as the heavens burst asunder
and disgorge their incredible payload.
My heart swells with exhilaration at nature's glory,
the raw power she wields
in such a fantastic display
invigorating, tremendous to behold.
Lightning flashes all around,
a flurry of bolts lashing out at the sky;
thunder booms and rolls
through the air and earth,
shaking the ground with its potency.
I marvel at the purity of it all -
of the lightning as it travels the abyss above;
of the thunder as it quakes the bedrock below;
the sky as the dark, roiling clouds churn;
the rain as it drives down,
sheet after sheet, drop after drop,
glistening in a sheen on my face
as I stare upwards, watching all
with an expression of amazement
and cries of fierce exaltation.
Used books were sold each semester.
Los Angeles City College bookstore, and
California State University, Long Beach ...
They, too, sold used books.
I've been in possession of some -
Students felt fortunate stumbling on the right one,
For some classes commenced without certain books -
"Liberation Theology" was one such book-
I'd already own a copy signed by Dr. Cornell West
He spoke at Dr. Maulana Karenga's center one Sunday.
The point I want to make is:
Some used books held handwritten notes-
Students left their marks on pages of time.
And as the years passed, I formed a habit -
That habit told me not to borrow library books.
Why? I read, and like breeze with leaves, I twiddle words.
To deface another person's property... how trifling.
And so, I'd browse Barnes & Noble, and
Thrift stores housing books I would purchase and cherish.
For I know countless poems will come to mind
For I have seen haiku moments in my travels,
For when I die, find me on pages of time.
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Concrete lanes going north ribbon themselves past barns and fields and small towns. A talk show interview plays on the radio, saying everyone has a story to tell. This morning a ghost of a passing moon hangs to the west, holding onto dreams. As I drive, I feel I’m in some kind of dance with friends of the past and friends of now. All I have to do is to pull to the side, close my eyes and watch the planets and stars dance beyond the blue. This land bears its history of prairies and forests cleared, of natives gone. Just before the turn off, ponds shimmer under the sun, giving a moment’s peace. Just beyond, some other people to greet, memories to envision another day.
travels luminate
landscapes of my many lives
reflections of time
Though miles come
between us
And distance keeps us apart
Nothing can ever change
The love inside my heart
I may not be there with you
Every minute of the day
But you’re always here with
me
In at least a thousand ways
Whether it be a thought
Or a moment that we’ve
shared
It only takes a second
To get from here to there
From where you are
You have the power to
touch my heart
You’ve reached a place
deep inside
No one else could ever find
You’ve turned my world
around
And I’m so lost in you now
That even if I wanted to
I can’t be found
Though I cannot really feel
You here at my side
It’s always nice to know
I’ve got these memories in
my mind
Just like the sun goes down
at night
Just like the moon and stars
come out
To light up the sky
Just as the heart beats to
eternity
and the blood flows
through the vain
Just like every spring has
gloomy days
Full of thunderous rain
Before new flowers bloom
Just like the river travels
long rough
Miles through cities and
towns just to
Flow into the sea for eternity
There Will Be A Time For Us
My patience has no end
when it comes to loving you
and I will wait a lifetime
Just to be with you
I Miss You
Line of inquiry:
“joy, empathy, compassion
on an upward arc
an effervescence eternal
causes bliss ignition to start” Unseeking Seeker
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Purity is dissolution complete
subsequent to passing every octave
spirit within spirit resting blissed sweet
peaceable compassion but concoctive
Through life's craving roses or fearful thorns
empathy, forgiveness remain a must
to tread challenging course blithe or forlorn
fortitude points luminary bow just
Above us arc stretches calling our name
irrepressibly chaste serene its zest
sorrows, anxiety, goals mere mind games
transcendent patient is Beloved’s nest
Reverent spirit willing with reason
travels curve in own orchestral season ~
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5th Placement : Premier Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
May ‘26
THE WIND
The wind moves like an eagle
Moving ever so fast in the air, man soars
Moving talons touching everything in its path
Like a man in a plane flying past obstacles
Triangular neck flirtatious as a woman flowing, blowing
Beating it's chest flashing it's wings traveling fast
Mouthing, breathing, speaking in and out of trees
Through the darkness the light and breeze
Like a gardener arranging potted flowers
Talons grasping holding on to stocks and trees
Flying through the air man traveling-swoosh......
A rush of atmosphere-swoosh......
Moving mightily all a drift moving as...
a quicken man falling/flying
Eagle soaring in and through swoosh......
All travels in airs woosh......
Everything as...
The Wind
08/30/18 ©2018
Personification Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:Tania Kitchin
The rash upon my wrist
awaits the railroad track
Nail
to penetrate my flesh
and
hang.
The cabooseman rubs his white gloves together
waiting to pass the railroad
Mail Station
and catch the white bag
that
hangs.
And onward the Train travels through
the tunnel of Hell
and then up the railroad tracks
to the Heavens where stars
hang
like lightbulbs.
If I never touch your face or run my fingers through your hair; let my words be my warm embrace.
To remind you I am always there; in the brightness of the day's sun, in the twilight moon, you seek.
In the stillness of long lonely nights_ look for me; within the wisp of an unseen sight.
I am the tickle in your spine, the soft wind that brushes against your cheek.
I am the voice without sound, heard throughout the world-renown.
So listen "for" my lyrics spoken between the tick and the tock. Take heed my-words and do not mock.
My waters do not run from any earthly spring. So drink of me as I flow through your veins, and never thirst again.
My fruit need not teeth to eat nor tongue to swallow. So taste of me and be nourished, and make strong your heart.
Though we are separated we are not apart. For wherever your travels take thee... my feet are there to follow.
"cometh nigh apace ere song sparrows sigh"
Collaboration with Marcello Eans
As I walk along during the holiday season
In this city made up of so many cultures,
I begin to wonder if we’re her for a reason
Or just fodder for the prejudice of vultures.
No matter who we are or where we come from,
There’s always going to be problems we must face.
In a world full of hatred, we need to overcome
Judgments towards others that have been so misplaced.
There’s a lot of good out there around this time of year.
It’s all around us, no matter where we look.
So, why is it that the rest of the time, we live in fear,
Instead of looking to Jesus and the chances he took.
He lived a life in which he loved everyone he met.
Not once in his travels did he turn someone away.
There are lessons to be learned that we should never forget,
Like not judging others for the bed in which they lay.
My purpose appears worthless amongst a surplus of people.
Counted as half a man, “Will I ever be equal?”
Why should I try, apply, or put forth effort
When the forces of evil try to keep LO & VE separate?
Could be we’re different, rich or poverty stricken.
Middle class & working, the clock keeps tickin’.
Calendars turn: Question, “Will peace prevail?”
In our view of one another, we should see ourselves.
Should I be held responsible for those before me,
Or, should I be judged for what I do on my own?
At the moment of conception, we are all free
To follow the one true Judge and never be alone.
People seem so intent on having power
That they forget to look inside to see where they’re from.
Soon, the day will arrive when, at the given hour,
People will see that eternity is only for some.