Long Treasure Poems
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You put me in his pocket gave it a pat and walked away
Stopped and turned around
Askin him to keep me safe
He asked if you were done
You simply smiled and said you'd had your fun
A few days passed and you came back
Lookin for what you left behind
This time you couldn't take what you would find
This time I was not in his pocket
My heart in his hands
This time you could not stop it
No matter the plot scheme or scam
This time things didn't go according to your plan
Now you sit and think about your mistakes
Where did you go wrong makin fake apologies
Tryin to hold on
Doin all the little things
That should've already been done
I hope you learn the lesson left for you to learn
So you may move on
Once you've used it up and thrown it away
I am threw is what you portray
And while it sits there on the curb
It may catch the eye of someone new
Everyone knows
One mans trash
Is another mans treasure
He will love and cherish it
And definitely treat it better than you
Form:
With a kindness that needs no description
He kisses me gently and tenderly
Caressing me devoid of encryption
Filling my heart with thrills so splendidly
With a sense of insight that is so strong
Rousing faith that is alive with pleasure
He fills my spirit with a lovely song
Making me feel blessed by such treasure
With inspiring hope that wakens my joy
He stirs my feelings to sweetest wonders
Healing my pain in ways that won’t annoy
That this love lives without any plunders
Love like this only comes around one time
Without sincere grace, it dies in its prime
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October 4, 2020
A big part of being my most special favorite-est:
my desire to contemplate her more does persist
I'll write more soon, even if it takes me an hour!
On my fave poetess: St Therese the Little Flower
I'm back online now, reading some of her poetry
They are the type to be savored, so I can't hurry
She's surprisingly bright for a high school dropout
And is now world-famous, without a talent scout!
Everything always made her think of God's Love
(As her many spiritual poems were indicative of)
She didn't attribute power to New Age crystals,
Was a prayer-warrior without a sword or pistols
Her many topics vary; "Variety is the spice of life"
Nature, angels, Joan of Arc; sufferings, and strife
Therese wished she could be heroic, like St. Joan
I wish I could be as hidden as St. Therese, alone:
"Then hid shall be my life, unmarked, unknown,
That I may have Thee heart to heart with me;
For loving souls desire to be alone,
With love, and Thee!*
To write, she had to find some prayer time alone
They often end with rhymes (before RhymeZone)
This one in particular is one that my heart hears
(My PoetrySoup url is "small vase", for starters)!
To live of love, ’tis in my heart to guard
A mighty treasure in a fragile vase.
Weak, weak, am I, O well-beloved Lord!
Nor have I yet an angel’s perfect grace*
I hear ya, girl; that's totally how I feel, Therese
I feel small, fragile; He saves me from distress!
So many long poems, have I even read them all
But a small selection, for me, especially enthrall
Her "To Scatter Flowers" makes me do just that
Sneakily dropping petals is something I excel at
Her story's incomplete without poems elaborating
So in tune was she with the Spirit-- collaborating
*snippets from her poem, TO LIVE OF LOVE
Musk can never hide from its own existence
It escapes to reveal its exceptional essence
A hidden treasure from both fauna and flora
Blessing for all by its enchanting scents and aura.
Musk always blossoms dramatically in our world
Its bonanza rapidly works, making your assets unfurl
It shows strokes of healing, good luck and prosperity
In health, bouquets of love and in a business industry.
Blessings for all by its enchanting scents and aura
A hidden treasure from both fauna and flora
But, does it also reveal through a special gift of intelligence
Like a man who took its name, now famous in his existence?
Jan. 21, 2023 7.15pm
Poem written with the inspiration of these 3: flower, perfume from musk deer (although I feel pity of them), Elon Musk (tesla, CEO and chief engineer of SpaceX etc)
MUSK
Contest Judged: 2/4/2023 2:05:00 AM
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Place 10 ( up to 11 single w and 12 HM)
This is for my best friend I will love you till the end as you are a picture in my mind, coming forth with peace and your right hand. Take me away,lead me through for you know I belong to you as long as we see the light, bringing us closer even though the nights. Each passing day hand in hand walking along in the promised land. Bringing cheer and joy with lot's of love,to pass along too every other friend in sight,in our promised land with no end in sight. Dressed in white like a sunny day putting smiles on our face, releasing all sorrow not worried about tomorrow for it's true I belong to you. For my best friend this is a note for each day through for you. To share and see our love is true,for all to see it was meant to be. For God led me to you,too treasure each moment and passing time till eternity's end my best friend.
The way to a girls heart
seems to be sour candy?
She loves the way it puckers her lips.
She get's talkative, "as if", a Sleeping Beauty.
Awakened by gumdrop of her seize kiss.
She is a slave to the sassy
kicked up notch of flavor rainbow hyper-twitch.
You are a slave to having treats on hand
and obey her every bossy command.
Her eyes light up, ignited in an electric glee,
Unleashing her inner child with a key.
With every tangy explosion,
comes a remembered idea or notion.
It's as if the world around her fades,
and all that's left is the zesty escapade.
The way to her heart may be simple and sweet,
though the power to move her
cannot be beat.
For true happiness lies in the simplest of things,
Like rewards and laughter and all the joy
that they bring.
So don't underestimate the power of a treat,
it can awaken a heart and make it seat next to you,
in solidarity.
Although, when she crashes, she may get grumpy, then go to sleep.
But just look at that lil candy dream !
For in her mind, she'll roam free,
a girl again in a world of candy and sugary glee, safety and family things of memory.
In that moment, you'll see her soul,
Unencumbered by worry,
a rare sight to behold, let alone coury.
So when you give her a piece of candy,
you're not just giving her something bland, savvy?
You're giving her a moment to escape,
and yourself too,
vicariously.
To find joy and happiness,
and reshape that spirit,
as she salivates upon it,
intraveneously?
Like a Viking Maiden, or Dragon
protecting a treasure in a cave.
A cat guarding it's dish with claws entrenched,
growling, stay away.
"You shall not pass" and "Eye Of Sauron" mixed in a frightening way.
"Taste the rainbow of my fruity fu****wrath",
she might say.
Though skittles may be small and sourly-sweet,
an insignificality.
A token holds the power to make a heart
skip a portaled beat.
For in that moment, she feels alive and free,
all thanks to that simple little treat,
given lovingly, in a cheer to her memories.
Reminders, hopeful omens
and thoughtfulness's zing.
Doorways to the finer things.
THEY WERE SETTLERS FROM MEXICO, CANADA, ENGLISH COLONIES, SOME WERE DUTCH, SOME WERE FRENCH, SOME WERE ENGLISH, SOME WERE AFRICAN, AND SOME WERE ASAIN. THEY SETTLED IN THE VALLEY "WERE DROUGHT WAS KIND." THEY BOUGHT TREASURE WITH THEM, THEY STORED WILD ANIMALS IN CAGES AND TRANSPORTED THE ANIMALS TO THIS NEW AREA. THEY BOUGHT THEIR TREASURE AND KEPT SECRETS ABOUT THE TREASURE SO THAT IF THE SOLDIERS FROM THE NATIVE GOVERNMENT CAME ALONG THEY WOULD HAVE NO KNOWLEDGE OF SUCH. THEY SUNK THEIR TRESURE IN THE PONDS, BUILD SHIPS ON DRY LAND TO LIVE THEIR IN THE RAINY SEASON. THEY TRADE WITH SAVAGE NATIVES IN GOOD TIMES, AND WARRED WITH THEM IN BAD TIMES. THEY WERE WISE AND WEALTHY AT A TIME WERE THEIR WEALTH MEANT NOTHING. tHEY HAD A MULTICULTURAL SETTLEMENT WITH THOUSANDS OF CATTLE. THEY SMOKED FISH IN SUMMER FOR WINTER. THEY STORED FISH ON THE BOATS IN THE DRY DOCKS, JUST IN CASE THE RAINS WOULD COME.
THEIR THEY'D STORE DRIED FRUITS, AND VEGATABLES. THEY'D COLLECT STONES TO BUILD HOUSES. THEY DUG CAVES, AND FOUND TRESURE. THEY MADE THEIR OWN MEDICINE, AND WOULD SEND PEOPLE TO CANADA, MEXICO, THE ENGLISH COLONIES AND TO THE TERRTORIES WEST TO GET THINGS.IT'S BELEIVED THEY INVENTED A NEW WAGON, A LONG HEAVY WAGON THAT ALLOWED EIGHT HORSES TO PULL IT.tHEY HAD BECOME RENOUWNED, BUT THEY NEVER GAVE DIRECTION TO THEIR COLNOY.
iN 1741, THEY SENT, PEOPLE WESTWARD TO FIND A SIMULAR PLACE TO COLONIZE. A TEAM OF RESEARCHERS LEFT THIS COLONY LOOKING TO FIND A NEW PLACE, SO THAT THEY COULD CREATE A NEW TRADE ROUTE BETWEEN THEM. ONLY TWENTY SIX MILES AWAY, RESEARCHERS FOUND A PLACE SO BEAUITUL AND MAGINFICENT, THEY STOPPOED THEIR TO LOOK IT OVER.
Our Human Nature
A real aspect always part of a person’s life;
One that can bear fangs and pangs of strife.
A living barometer replete with its choices;
Leaving each of us puzzled, full of voices.
It prays on our very emotions and naiveté,
Leaving us at times in moments of disarray.
Man by his nature is fickle and imperfect.
God by His nature is divine and perfect.
A person’s decency is so wonderful to tell;
Another’s depravity is so worthy of Hell!
A person’s good deeds mark now his true measure,
Bringing him God’s divine love always to treasure!
Never trust what you can’t feel deep in your heart;
This makes us divine in God’s eyes—sets us apart!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(January 5, 2016) (Rhymed Couplet)
We Danced written by Poet John Heck
I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.
Such insight. Such depth.
Mussolini meets Monet and
the Mephistopheles Mambo mounts.
Call me a scribe and I murder myself.
Call me a liar and I impregnate your charm.
I purposely dislocated my arm today.
Rather, your tongue severed bone
and flesh was torn from my shoulder;
a needed braised boomerang
to stimulate my poetic prowess.
Such clarity. Such wisdom.
Lenin leads Lichtenstein and
the Lucifer Lindy is launched.
Call me a poet and I gnarl my fingers.
Call me a fabulist and I bow to a crooked smile.
A jellyfish swam through my veins today.
Rather, the tentacles of a tyrant
triggered a fabricated Tanka.
Maudlin stumbles when I laugh alone -
more comedic when we cackle together.
Such simplicity. Such compassion.
Bundy befriends Berchtold and
the Beelzebub Bossa Nova begins.
Call me a dramatist and I gag upon reflection.
Call me a simpleton and your wishes are granted.
I solemnly yearn to expire today.
Rather, a fool fires in a fury
and a mannequin lies in his casket.
The curse you've driven towards me -
a combination menu
when a lone Woolf inconspicously
devours a battered Browning.
Such diversity. Such nothingness.
Stalin seduces Seurat and
the Satanic Samba softly swoons.
Call me a parodist and I choke upon perfection.
Call me a realist when I'm sleeping on nails.
Disclaimer:" We Danced" poem written in the year 2009
by Mr.John Heck,a wonderful poet to be known who is no longer in our P.S family.
Being new to this site ,very sad to know few of them
have already demised.
Let's explore the treasure box by reading their works.
I am sure we can gain lots of knowledge and in fact
improve our writing skills too.
May the demised soul's RIP.
We can keep them alive through posting
and re-reading their dedications.
1-7-2020
Note: Submitting in "The Uncontest" Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco.
When I met you for the first time, I didn’t know,
across the winters and springs of yearning years
into a fast friendship the encounter would grow,
that would endure amid medley of smile and tear.
We paced the dulcet garden path paved with desire,
sensed fervent flower called love bloom in our heart,
where the butterfly of longing flew on patina of fire,
promising us with its flair nothing would set us apart.
As our entwined footprints fade in the trail of the past,
you walk by my side as my treasured friend, I adore.
While the twilight tinge of the spent sun wanes fast,
I know you’re the precious gift, God couldn’t give more.
In my meandering journey in sunshine and mist of life,
I’m not forlorn for my Valentine is with me as my wife.
February 19, 2021
Contest : Valentine
Sponsor : Richard Lamoureux