Long Trip up Poems

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First Impression

Please do not hold me within those claws of unworthiness
As if your judgment alone DEFINES me!
Get out of here, you little baby,
You don’t recognize what’s good for you!
Push away the peas,
But you’re still going to have to eat them!!!!
Your fresh eyes glanced easily upon stupidity,
No, not stupidity—merely mistake!
An innocent, mind-begrudging mistake!
That, yes, I admittedly made. . .

This is not even a scratch on the surface—
Not even a soft powder-pat on your tiny balls
That little trip up you witnessed,
That you misconceived as smart-alecky trash,
That you automatically assumed was ME,
It was YOU
So, rest easy,
I mashed the peas for you:

My heart is pumping with what you will never know
I am bleeding along the surface of your hardened exterior
I am a silly mistake in the form of a slip of the finger—
An acquitted mistake
That I will never make again
(trust me on that one, OLIVER!)

With all the efforts of justification,
You rest your eyes with utter annoyance upon me now
For that human, that CHILD standing there,
Smiling in the light like a sunburned baby’s ass
Is nothing but a diaper-filled disruption—
A **** disturbance uncalled for
But is adequately named, the one who IGNORES

The moment I looked at you, Oliver
I was certain of a sweet heart
It was in your eyes—a trust of kindness so genuine
So attractive you were,
Full of newness—a shiny toy that remains in the box
Limited edition (emphasis on limited)—exclusive….

By Destiny’s pacifying distain,
She taught me I could be crushed of dreams
The moment I fall on my face—
That people are not always who you think they will be
That I could be utterly and undeniably wrong in the good I see
And God, you sir, are so deliberately ugly to me!!!!!!

How’s that for an ETERNAL impression?!  


*Sorry guys. But I needed a raw rant off my chest. Love you guys immensely. If there’s an Oliver that reads this poem on here, I promise I am not aiming this at you babe….just had to make that clear…. XD *


Premium Member Stuck On Yesterday

No big surprise - I ain’t gonna lie
I'm still fightin' back your goodbye
Up late again - drink in my hand
Convincin' myself we're not just friends
 
Makin’ the best of the situation 
Tippy toe'n through this tribulation
Tryin’ not trip up on the truth
But what the whole thing comes down to..is. 

I'm stuck on yesterday - no I’m not ok
I'm caught up in the used to be's - the should've beens won't let me breathe
I want it back again - the way it was back when
I know you moved on - but baby I just wanna stay
Stuck on yesterday

I know it's best to just let go
But my heart keeps on holdin' on
When you had the best - then all the rest
Are just chasin' your footsteps

I'm stuck on yesterday - no I’m not ok
I'm caught up in the used to be's - the should've beens won't let me breathe
I want it back again - the way it was back when
I know you moved on - but baby I just wanna stay
Stuck on yesterday

Whoever said it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all
Never had to look into your eyes and feel this kinda fall 

I'm stuck on yesterday - no I’m not ok
I'm caught up in the used to be's - the should've beens won't let me breathe
I want it back again - the way it was back when
I know you moved on - but baby I just wanna stay
I know you moved on - but baby I just wanna stay

Stuck on yesterday
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Myrtle Beach

Camping on the sandy shore of the beach
Getting bored by the waves and their screech

Sitting around the camp after cooking out
It was so much fun just talking at our hangout

Soon, we noticed a couple who were fighting
Across the beach in a house we were sighting

They were making trip after trip up the stairs
We all knew this battle wasn’t one of our affairs

Still we watched from our place in our lawn chairs
Not much caring that it was darkening their tears

We watched for hours and heard their angry shouts
When we finally hit the sack it was midnight or thereabouts

While we laughed and hooted at the wife’s victory
That husband was bellowing that this was contradictory

Never would we forget that vacation with its entertainment
During our monotony on the beach this was our sustainment





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February 3, 2022
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Couplet On Innocent Blood

A Couplet On
Innocent Blood
Written: by Miracle Man
10/29/2018

Through the innocent blood of Jesus shed on a cross,
A way was made to separate man from his dross.

Sinless, God’s only son, took the trip up Golgotha’s hill,
Saying, “Father, let this cup pass from me if it be your will”

Though His life wasn’t “taken” from Him that day,
In my mind remains a debt that I can never repay.

Many proclaim that with spikes, to the cross He was held,
I think, his love for mankind is why he was impelled.

Through this one individual act, our salvation was bought,
And today, many are giving Jesus, little or no thought.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member I Choose Happy

Contrary to what the naysayers say
Happy is definitely a choice
So pay no attention to all those people 
Kick up your heels and rejoice

This old world's been around forever
It's here for some time to come
Might as well be happy, enjoy your stay
Even if you fall on your bum

Now which scenario is more appealing
Singing and waking up with a smile
Or grumbling and always moping around
Time to stop acting like a child

There are no free passes in this here life
Must earn your trip up to Heaven
So jump on that happiness bandwagon
Contentment will be yours till the end

© Jack Ellison 2012
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Italian Road Trip

My wife and I share a passion for travelling, the world we love to see
We travelled through France and Switzerland and we're now in Italy 
Day one was a trip in a cable car to the summit of Mount Baldo
The views from the top were amazing of Lake Garda down below.

Day two we visited Verona, a city of great architectural beauty
And it's where Shakespeare was inspired by Juliets famous balcony
We saw great works of art showing statues, of Roman mythology 
Churches now outnumber them after their conversion to Christianity. 

Day three we went on a speed boat trip on the beautiful Lake Garda
Then had a walk around the town of Sirmoine, and ate some tasty pizza 
Of course the day would not be complete without tasting some gelato
Every flavour you can think of, it's ice cream in case you didn't know. 

On the fourth day we went to Venice and we were pleasantly surprised 
St Marks Square, Rialto Bridge, Doges Palace and The Bridge of Sighs 
Lots of narrow passageways that leads to many a little square 
Words alone can't convey its appeal you really have to be there. 

On the fifth and last day a scenic trip up the Dolomite mountains 
We saw scenic alpine images and drove through villages with fountains
Swiss style chalets dotted  the hillsides that added to its great charm
Scenes of utmost tranquillity that gives you a feeling of inner calm. 

Day six and its time to head back home, and we travelled through the night 
Through Switzerland then Calais in France, to catch the ferry at first light 
Then just two more coaches that will take us nearer to our home
My wife is looking at brochures for next year, to see where else we can roam. 

Written on 9th  October 2022.
Form: Rhyme

Unsuitably Perfect

Inspired by the movie "Accidental Husband" starring the lovely Uma Thurman and ever awesome Jeffrey Dean Morgan. 

Be open to love. Be open to life. You never know how amazing your life could turn out. 

Romantic love can be real love. You can have it all. It just takes time, patience, love, respect and trust... Sprinkled with heaps of fun, friendship, joy and passion. 

A sweet, upbeat, fun duet...

Unsuitably perfect 
By Michelle Morris
21/07/2023

You made me smile
It was boy meets girl 
But I had a life that 
You completely upturned 

We were complete opposites
Two strangers married by a prank
But as we got to know each other
We learned our own special dance

Sparks, sparks; fly, fly, fly 
Burn twin tattoos on our hearts 
Fire, fire, burns our desire
Kiss, kiss, kiss; lips seal our fate

Unsuitably perfect for me
Unsuitably perfect for you 
You're my fantasy
You're my reality 

You light up my world 
With your love and passion 
It can take time to appreciate
That the safe bet's not the answer 

Sometimes what we need most
Is the offbeat characters
That inspire us with fun and magic
Joyous celebration of attraction 

Sparks, sparks; fly, fly, fly 
Burn twin tattoos on our hearts 
Fire, fire, burns our desire
Kiss, kiss, kiss; lips seal our fate

Unsuitably perfect for me
Unsuitably perfect for you 
You're my fantasy
You're my reality 

We don't have to be right all the time
We can trip up and help each other through 
I'll be unsuitably perfect for you 
And you can be unsuitably perfect for me 

We can have respect and patience 
Trust and honesty
Live our best dreams together 
Beautiful soulmate devotion and loyalty 

Sparks, sparks; fly, fly, fly 
Burn twin tattoos on our hearts 
Fire, fire, burns our desire
Kiss, kiss, kiss; lips seal our fate

Unsuitably perfect for me
Unsuitably perfect for you 
You're my fantasy
You're my reality 

Unsuitably perfect for me 
Unsuitably perfect for you 
Unsuitably perfect for me 
Unsuitably perfect for you 

© Michelle Morris, 2023
Form: Lyric

Premium Member I carved the twilight of the gods into a cloud, like a magical set

I carved the twilight of the gods into a cloud, like a magical set,
The red of the bleeding rays flows over your bare, ethereal body.
The apparent time of our recurring moments unravels,
The greedy clinking of seconds, an echo that won't shatter.
In a repeated night-day, when I trip up destiny,
I tie the hands of the clock, desperate to capture the moment in time.
Seconds and hours juggle us through endless silences,
Unlocking for us alone mysteries that cannot be lived.
The seal of dawn is a folly, eternally incalculable,
A chromatic thread traverses the morning, inexplicable.
To see my future again from the mist, my love, a vivid desire,
Your womb stirred by life, a tumult without frenzy.
In a perfect portrait, my great brain finds itself,
Quasi-infected, but with rotten ideas, spiritually, it finds its place.
I bait the worms, like a decoration in eternity,
To save the world when the gods die of longing, in an eternal poem.
The world to be saved by the last immortal, in secret,
To place a straight cross at its head, undeserved, without a garment.
Two bottles filled to the brim, of the sweetest and finest nectar,
To remember the moment when life will lead us on another path.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

The Execution of the Valiant Man

Calm sits a valiant man inside of a dungeon
In Darkness sits a monk inside of a Monastery
And On this night they both share the same thoughts
how long God untill I am free from here
Footsteps resound down through the hall
 They Listen  as the sound goes back and forth
The Valiant man awaits his execution
The monk has been put in charge of reading his last rights
Now we hear the murmur as the crowd gathers
They are laughing and joking with one another
The Valiant man smiles because he too finds his death enjoyable
It's relaxing I must agree with him
And why is the monk so scared of death
The Final bell is rung
And There dressed in black 
under the black hood is the executioner
He runs his finger down the blade of his ax
He looks up here comes the Valiant man
And for the first time on the job
He is faced with fear
His composure faulters 
His finger slips and droplets of blood 
Fall from the fresh cut
Now there's a battle fuaght inside his mind
Because he knows 
that this execution will torture him forever
Silence falls over the crowd
This proud look of this mighty warrior
Commands respect and they observe it
The Monk stumbles but he does not trip up when he speaks
My Son are you ready to make peace with your Maker
Thank you Father, but me and God have never been in opposition
The Monks says You"re what the prophets wrote about
When they wrote about Valiant men
Son forgive me I am curious 
How many men did it take to capture you
He say's I don't know i killed them all
Father look around, I killed every man in the King's army
And I would of did it a long time ago
If i knew that they was going to reward me by sending me back to my Father
Let the peace of God be with you Monk
And with those words This worthy man falls to the ground
The Executioner can't bring himself to raise the ax
And this Valiant man taunts him in the face of death
Please do it! I never ask a coward for a favor

602 hours

You enjoy
the time difference 
don’t you? 

Get to abuse the pleasure 
Of rolling over 
In an empty bed 

Dream about brunettes 
In red lace 
Whispering your name 

Without the guilt 
Of my jealousy 
Constantly pulling at your hand 

Meditate your worries away 
Drink coffee 
Impersonating alcohol in your veins 

But preach 
To others 
you’ve turned your life around 

While living 
states away 
From those you love the most 

And even those 
You pretend 
to carry such warmth for 

You knew 
All you had to do 
Was make me blush 

By spewing promises 
That you would rather make
With someone else 

But it got you 
A place to stay 
For the holidays 

Suddenly thousands of miles 
Away 
Became close enough to touch 

Yet the bed I made 
For you 
Remained empty

Apathetic apologies
Leaking off 
Your tongue 

With every 
Passing 
Hour 

While I sat looking my best
 In red lace 
Watching wet mascara stain my hands 

602 hours shared
Between us 
Yet no ache 

No yearning 
No desire to hold me 
At least once 

You flew home 
Discarding me 
From your mind

Admiring 
My pictures 
With someone else’s face 

Wishful thinking 
She 
Will reply to your message 

Cause what is there 
If there is 
No chase? 

I hope she never answers 
Cause after twenty plus years 
your bed is still at your dad’s house 

It creaks 
With no real 
responsibility 

Just the sound of 
fast food wrappers,  movies on full volume 
And the door locking 

Cause the world 
doesn’t 
understand you 

You’ll trip up 
And end up showing her 
the vast dryness 
The never ending emptiness 

That I’ve come to know 
When I looked
 Into your soul

And she’ll understand too 
Why you have a counterfeit 
Muscular shell you show off
© Ali Lynn  Create an image from this poem.

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