Long Treat Poems
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I am way too full of pride
To keep the words down inside
Holding my emotions in
It's a new day to begin
Living for myself and not
Putting my weak fragile heart
On the line, because I'm nice
But now I'm paying the price
Being walked on--pushed aside
When each day I've really tried
To be kind, caring and sweet
Your nastiness on repeat
Over and over you will be
Cruel and harsh, torturing me
With mean comments and bad words
That have always kept me lured
On your puppet strings as I
Wanted to crawl up and die
From the sadness and depression
Till one day I learned my lesson
Losing the strong hold on me
Walking away to be happy
For the first time, now I can
Find a gentle loving man
Who will treat me right not wrong
I'm learning how to be strong
Just taking it day by day
Till a new love comes my way
Learning from the lessons you
Have taught, I will not do
What my brain and heart did last
All the mistakes in my past
Wont be future destiny
Now my heart is finally free
If I could put into words what I think and feel
It would be a never ending story, and I would not heal.
So I will write just what’s on my mind today.
For that won’t take too much away.
I’m thinking of all the children of the world
Who don’t have a roof above their head
Not even a soft tender bed.
Their beds are just papers thrown on the ground
They cry to themselves without making a sound.
The pain in their hearts no one can feel
They survive in the streets and learn how to steal.
Abandoned by the ones who brought them into this world
Is this the life for any boy or girl.
No food for them to eat, a candy bar is a treat.
No clean water for which to bathe
Now that is a crying shame.
These abandoned children , create abandoned children
for they know no other way.
And for their safety to the LORD I do pray.
I tasted summer…
It sure tasted good
I was dying for a sip
Of my iced coffee CHINO
Only in Cyprus…
My drug of choice
Crushed ice with sweetened coffee
OH....YES!
In the evenings
succulent watermelon treats
Eating it all with relish
Even the seeds
what greed!
I tasted summer…
In that first dive into the pool
How cool!
Immersed in liquid delight
Open eyes
I touched the bottom of the pool
Two dolphins painted there
Let me have my way...
I did a handstand
Legs pointed straight up into the air
The water running down my legs
Straight up....I held on
Weightless
Weightless
In my element
My hair flowing around me
As I did my strokes
Diving in and out of the water
A fish…
That's how I got described
by the one who watched,
"Your so agile"
Such exuberance
I thought…OH…this is better...
Better that a sensual high
There was I
Gliding in and out
Water above, below, all around
Carrying me
Splashing around me
loving me
Playing...playing with my hair
Saturating my soul
With giddiness
Muted sound
Below the surface
I swim underwater
The width of the pool
I thrust up for air
Water slides off my body
The sun kisses me
Applauding the feat
I taste summer
It sure tastes good
Salty scent in my hair
My body slathered in sunscreen
Sand clinging to me
The beach
My sensing feasting
On every single thing...
My eyes delighted
A small September crowd
Enjoys the breeze
that creates the waves
I wade into the water
Intake of breath
I squeal
It's refreshingly cold
The water laps at my legs
crawling further and further up
Making me gasp
Finally....
I submerge
I laugh
I dive into the waves
One by one
I play...
I push myself high
My face to the shore
They pound on my back
I take a deep breath and let them roll over me
Enjoying the roughness
That "out of control" feeling
This is greater than me
And then
I lie back
I float
Blue above
White puffs: baby angel breath clouds
I let the sun ravish
The water carries me
I forget everything
My mind blank like the blue sky
There is nothing but the NOW
NOW
And there am I
Tasting summer
Salty and sweet
September treat
And happy
Oh, so, happy, am, I!
Eileen Manassian
The colors of a rainbows scheme
Reminds me of you when I dream
They are colorful and bright
Shining like you in the night
The yellow in your hair becomes
Specks of shimmer in the sun
That blows around me in the breeze
Like Autumns colorful fallen leaves
You sparkle with each little motion
Making me believe this notion
The bluest of the sea and tides
Found their way into your eyes
Green is what I see each time
I think someone has crossed the line
Trying to take your love away
But I’m thankful every day
You never give into their games
And make our love go up in flames
Red’s the color of deep fire
Warming me up with desire
Coming each day from your heart
That Ive felt right from the start
Purple violets are a treat
When they blossom it’s so sweet
The way that your devotion shows
When it blooms and starts to grow
Orange kittens are so precious
Like your love sent as a gift
That I unwrap every night
When I hold you close and tight
Now you know why in my heart
That I hold a special spot
Every time the raindrops show
The love inside a rainbows glow
6/22/2014
“Thank you so much for your time today,
I hope this article can at least try to allay
some of the vitriol and online hate you’ve received
when, let’s face it, you’re the one who was deceived.
I must say you do have a gorgeous house. So inviting.
I can certainly see why children find it exciting.
Can I ask if the walls are held together with sticky toffee?
Is the garden soil really ice-cream flavoured coffee?
I told my editor I didn’t need Google Maps to find this place…
believe me, the sweet scent of bubble-gum was easy to trace!
But unlike those two rude little thugs, I didn’t steal and I didn't eat
one sugared door handle, nor the chocolate post-box out on the street.
I’m here to get your side of the story, to get on the record your words,
so that Mr Hansel and Ms Gretel can finally get their just desserts.”
“That’s ever so kind. I relish the chance to speak to someone new.
Please, take some liquorice tasting pebbles from outside to suck on or chew.
It’s the least I can give because your treat is now a trick, too:
like the others, you saw my gingerbread house but didn’t smell the oven, did you?”
Enlightenment recovery is what some need
once they’ve faced a visit to ER.
Some go there with broken bones; some bleed.
And some may leave, yet always keep a scar.
For some – beyond the physical it goes.
Enlightenment recovery they need,
for visits to ER sometimes can expose
things from which the afflicted must be freed.
If bad habits are the things that lead
some to a hospital emergency,
enlightenment recovery is what some need.
They should heed this warning with urgency!
Maybe there are bad things folks have pursued
that cause their health to worsen with great speed.
Treat the body right. Also eat good food.
Enlightenment recovery is what some need.
Oct. 23, 2022
For Chantelle Anne Cooke's Er: Enlightenment Recovery Poetry Contest
Journey Journal Page
JUST WHERE?
By Leon Enriquez
Words in stern cryptic code
Rouse odd map of strange mode
Ink piques dense mother lode
Taste deep allusions here
Ere exile feel endears
Reap sad touch that chokes cheer
Feel the sure glimpse sans time
Opt conflict that rips rhyme
Urge confronts awkward chimes
Reach beyond what sustains
Quest blooms bitter-sweet pain
Use abuse in disdain
Appease sorrow sans loss
Rowdy ripples thus toss
Turmoil torments lost cause
Exult in tragic change
Taste that hollow feel strange
Stillness stays subtle range
Trust well deep feel that knows
Heap more in lavish flow
Opt new meaning that grows
Meet each broken dream well
Art and science predict tell
See what you see that dwells
Spice that mellow sure scream
Thrill in certain pipe dream
Echo sharp surge that streams
Art formats the pattern
Ripe textures boost concern
Next accord troops discern
See now that you can’t see
Etch metaphors calmly
Less piques more profoundly
In brief review forge state
Old thoughts moot clash of fate
Truth sans expiry date
Prompt the airy wind chimes
Odd yet true our lost rhymes
End and start grip odd times
Trick or treat flavours each
Ink stains in cosmic reach
Close and open old glitch
Explore the sensuous nerves
eXit the rowdy swerves
Indulge the hollow serves
Live and love and laugh more
Eat and drink and thus store
Tensile strength from deep core
Rest thus on curious shores
Invest as yet before
Peace floods the vain blank core
Niche that narrow way back
Odd and even types stack
Weave the winding way track
Leon Enriquez
09 January 2023
Singapore
I traveled to New York for the first time because my father was sick. Fortunately, he recovered from intensive care and came home again. We talked in the living room, despite the covid-19, and I thought the way to be nice to him, I was to treat him the same way I always did, as if he wasn't sick. I acted on him the same way I always did: without manners, without love, without acknowledgement. And he was still accepting. It was also that day, after meeting an acquaintance in New York, I took the homebound bus across Manhattan Central Park. He was sitting on the Overpeck park bench in NJ where he always sat with mother. It was late in the evening, in the summer afternoon sun. I couldn't bring myself to walk in front of them, but I couldn't turn around also. Because my father was looking at me and his eyelights told me what this time of sunshine looking at me would pass quickly. My mother with a gentle smile beside him, and I said, "It is so nice in the afternoon, isn't it?" And I passed in front of them and came home. What I didn't realize was how precious that moment to my father, and I think of excuses that if he hadn't been looking at me, I might have stayed and talked to him a little longer, But he would have had no choice but to do so. And after that, I never see my father again.
New Poem
Least of these.
By Anthony Grider
6/12/18
As I read I can see each word.,
Why can't we heed to what we've heard.
It's simple in what it has to say.,
We're gonna be judged how we treat others one day.,
If we treat others bad we'll be the ones to pay.,
It doesn't matter if it's a stranger or a brother anyway.
For what you do unto the least of these you do unto to me.,
I didn't die just for you.,
Treat others as yourself for I can see.,
O' I can see what you do.,
O' What you do unto the least of these you do unto to me.,
I'm watching all you do I can see.
When you say they don't belong.,
When you call someone a racial word.,
You know you're doing wrong.,
It's written and we know what we've heard.
For what you do unto others you do unto God.,
And on judgement day you'll get hit by his rod.
O' For what you do unto the least of these you do unto to me.,
I created this world for all of you.,
Treat others as yourself for I can see.,
Be kind to others is what you should do.,
O' What you do unto the least of these you do unto to me.,
I'm watching all you do I can see.
When we leave others hungry, homeless and in need.,
When we put others down for what they can't help.,
God told us what to do why can't we heed.,
For God knows how they felt.
What you do unto others you do unto God.,
And on judgement day you'll get hit by his rod.
O' For what you do unto the least of these you do unto to me.,
He didn't die just for you.,
Treat others as yourself for he can see.,
And he can see what you do.
O' What you do unto the least of these you do unto to me.,
He is watching all you do he can see.
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Choose your Path to a Life of Peace, Joy, Love and Light. You deserve Respect, Kindness and Happiness. Treat others with Compassion and Empathy but remember that you matter too.
To experience the Light of Day
(Your Heart opens like a Flower)
By Michelle Morris
17/12/2024
It's not easy to give up on those we care about
It's not easy to walk away
But sometimes it's our only option
For our Souls to experience the Light of Day
When we're held back in the Darkness
By those who we Trusted and Loved
It can be a cold, hard reminder
That not everyone is meant to stay
For we can keep on Giving
We can hold the Light and the Examples
But unless they're interested in being better
You're just wasting endless Chances
And as the Sands slip through the Hourglass
Our Lives become a waste of Time and Space
We keep holding ourselves back
To keep the Peace and Hope and Faith
But, never underestimate your Power
For you can choose you any time
Love and Light and Hope return
Your Heart opens like a Flower
For each of us deserves Peace
Joy and Kindness and Respect
To pursue our own True Magic
Our Destiny and Happiness
It's never easy to give up on those we care about
It's never easy to walk away
But remember that you need to Live your Dreams
So embrace your Freedom and don't be afraid
© Michelle Morris, 2024