Long Understands Poems
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By happenstance a mansion appeared
within the car’s peripheral view;
They should have seen so subtle a clue
the moment the moonlight disappeared;
Walking right into a planned sequence
the scarlet phrase had to stay hidden;
Committing murder is forbidden,
this crime’s the ultimate self defense;
Arrived for a Black and White party,
never saw the library in blood;
Heavy body fell with a hard thud
amidst all the wine and pageantry;
Ebony gowns and ivory bow ties
nip at a meal and will waltz of course;
Holding hands in butterfly discourse
someone’s words are really twisted lies;
Antique design on that candlestick
matched the handle of the revolver;
A convoluted problem solver,
still what other option could she pick?
If the details were disclosed in full
maybe some would understand motive;
Retaliation we can forgive;
Abusing your spouse is disgraceful;
She took matters into her own hands
pain tolerance reached it’s lowest point;
Listener the victim could anoint,
can’t reach out if noone understands;
Tired of people turning a blind eye
when it’s clear someone is suffering;
Peacock, mustard, and green bruising
makes it easy to play the bad guy;
Conclusion of this clandestine plot?
It now can be labeled a success;
A woman no longer in distress,
the deserving just acquired a kill shot.
Capturing all of life's tender moments
With a beautiful lady who is going to play it smart
A rare jewel with a poetic heart
Who understands love from the very start
Becoming what every man dreams of finding
A woman whose word is binding
Your inner beauty so warm and full of life
What a wonderful wife you will be
For a man like me
The kind of woman who lightens up a room
So lovable always in full bloom
With God we stand ten feet tall
Knowing he is there to catch us when we fall
Willing to share your life with the right man
Who wants to do it hand in hand
Both of us understanding the good lord has brought us
Right where we are standing
Building our way to heavens gate
With you, my life's going to turn out so great
The good lord writing our fate
In our hearts, we have found our soulmate
Life with you is my dream come true
Finding a love as pure as my own
Definitely what you have shown
My ship has come to shore
With a woman I adore
Lifting us up so we might explore
Every bit of life and so much more
Love like ours that has rocked our inner core
Shooting to the heavens where it will truly soar
God lights the way as we come ashore
He hears us when we pray
God is the light, God is the way
That doesn't change from day to day
His love is in our hearts to stay
It's where true love is made
Moving forward never afraid
Always together so well played
He comes rolling around
I hear the wheels, I know the sound
Everyone clears out of the way
Except me, I stand my ground
With a smile and stay
We talk and laugh and debate all day
Drinkin coffees and sometimes cafe laities
Now people look and see him there
I see only a friend who loves and cares
Autistic they say, yet I am blind
I see only a man who is strong and kind
Now I may be a fool, but that's ok
With a friend as that, I got lots to say
I tell him this and I tell him that
He tells me stories, and that's a fact
Now I may not be the most patient man
Yet he, is one who somehow understands
As violins play he dances and sways
Dreaming of times where enfants joued
Knowing the world has its cruel days
He kept his smile, through spring to may
In life's sorrows, we both sit in silence
As times keeps moving and slips away
The jewelry box
I kept for safe keeping
Has become the land
My flesh keeps reaping
The store around the corner
I travel each morning
Makes my breath of life
A lot less boring
There sits my buddies
Around a table of carded hands
Money is just wadded paper
With the pull that understands
My darling pushes my buttons
Even when she knows what's comin'
The shame and guilt gives presents
Buying time to keep her guessin'
There's a pleasure in little things
But the secrets must not speak
Lest the bedroom of energy
Makes the boards start to creak
Snacks in the morning
At noon, and after dinner time
Who cares about a body
When habits tickle my mind
...to stagnation
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-23-2026
She waits with her aged, folded hands
Hands with deep veins and those age spots
Hands that picked and shelled beans so grand
After her trips to garden plots
Where the sun bakes those who have-not
Only they, her hands understand
Watching; sips tea with bergamot
She waits with her aged, folded hands
Now she rests, thinking of coastlands
As a young one within earshot
Bored, thinking inheritance lands
Hands with deep veins, many age spots
Keep on loving, like it or not
As she toiled in the garden and
Fed hungry mouths with money-squat
Hands that picked and shelled beans so grand
Rest sometimes, and understands
Restlessness of youth in Camelot
Seeking their own life, in fairyland
After her trip to the garden plot
She felt quite ill, but did not stop
She needs to tell all, life she understands
As they lower her in the plot
Her dress neatly lays and demands
Her aged, folded hand
Written: June 18, 2022
First one like this posted on soup.
Growing up so very fast
Moments like these are meant to last
A child only moments before
Now her future unsure
A child still is she
A woman she must now be
Childhood becomes distant
Innocence lost in an instant
Into her hands, her future she must take
A life changing decision she must now make
Was she really prepared?
Or, just really scared?
Still reeling from the impact
Trying to keep her heart intact
Not sure where to turn
This raging fire continues to burn
Trying not to show emotions
Just moving through the motions
Scream, shout, kick or cry
Instead, sits down with a sigh
Holding her head in her hands
Thinking nobody understands
She is wrong, she knows
Three, who's love shows
Her very best friend
Will always be there until the end
Her loving, gentle man
Comforts her like no one else can
Last, understanding from another
Is the bond between this daughter and her mother
Dewdrops sparkle
In blurry light;
Grass veiled in mist
Violet flower buds
Props on climbers;
Fence garlands display
Moments here
Lingering softly;
Awaiting sunrise
Sanguine sensations
Tender touch of August;
Rain quenching dry earth
Saturday styles
National Day rehearsal;
Road block barricades
Crowded congestion
Marina Bay Floating Platform;
Final Preview commotion
Rise to the occasion
Nothing else matters;
Focus on intentions
Busy preparations
No distractions allowed;
Outcome dictates tact
By grass verge
New blooms emerge;
Unnoticed fragrance
Song in the wind
Grass seeds fly;
Away from good earth
Affairs of the heart
Nobody understands;
Love triangle
Morning caress
Casuarina tree surprise;
Glimpse old apparitions
Being sees
Becoming fruits;
Plain truth attends
Leon Enriquez
02 August 2014
Singapore
Here’s a little something I hope, someday, the whole world understands…that we all have been created with magic in our hands.
Mothers and their babies feel it from the moment the mother’s eyes upon the newborns linger…when she touches her hand to theirs…and they hold on to her finger.
And for a moment it seems time has paused…the world has stopped its spinning…but the magic passing between them…is only the beginning.
For anytime a mother holds her child’s hand…to comfort…to reassure…
the magic makes them feel safe…makes them feel protected…and secure.
As the children grow a little older…they begin to understand the magic, too…as their mother’s hands help their hands understand what hands can do.
All the fun their hands can have…all the pain they can help alleviate.
all the things their hands can build…all the love they can create.
When the children are no longer children…perhaps when life is grueling
they will visit their mothers and hold their hands whenever their magic needs refueling.
The magic is still there even as the mother’s life is ending…
when on her eyes their eyes will linger…
when they touch their hand to hers…
when she hold on to their finger.
Even when she’s gone…they will remember how she held their hands…how she loved them…how she smiled…for they know all the magic in her hands has been passed down to the child.
And they will pass the magic…to their children…and when they see it in their eyes…
they will smile knowing, as it passes down form generation to generation,
the magic never dies.
For they have learned throughout the years…they have come to understand
the magic they have shared…that was passed down through her hands…
The old saying, “my heart skips a beat”
Held no meaning until now
I'm living proof it happens every day
When I get a message, POW!
Heart starts pumping a mile a minute
Can't focus to press the right key
Eventually I'm able to find the right one
And her loving words I see
Head starts spinning, fingers tremble
Reading the first loving line
Just as I imagined, her words excite me
Must respond to her love in kind
So I type, retype, and type again
I'm finally happy with the end
I read it through a couple more times
More changes then I hit the 'send'
It's gone and I worry, “did I say it right?”
Hope she understands, this friend
Then anxiously wait, it seems like forever
She replies and it starts over again
Starts all over, my heart skips a beat
Life had no meaning until now
I'm living proof, it happens every day
Never been this happy, holy cow!
© Jack Ellison 2013
#LOVE IS...
not always blood relation, nor is it familiarity within a nation; but when it's spoken and *FELT* in Universal elation...this speaks volumes to those vibrations; we all know those whom we've known for years but that doesn't mean LOVE endears...relatives, friends, distance occurs... on estranged levels; that's NOT Love Preferred*
Do you know what to me is beautiful to receive...when you meet a few rare gems and you know without a shadow of a doubt what their character is all about...Depth, Respect, and Genuine Caring; if this is missing* this results in a dissing and no matter the status, this won't make for good Pairing...
I, myself have met strangers...where soon enough I didn't sense a danger and discernment was certainly exercised; we often forget...in the beginning that's how we ALL met and here is something that I've certainly come to realize*
When your HEART* and BRAIN* Feels Grand and your SPIRIT Understands; when it Doesn't have to EVER be Questioned...that's when you Know* that LOVE HAS NO EXPIRATION!
This Is MY Reiteration, an Important* Exclamation and One That I Stand By, Indeed...
LOVE IS...*LOVE*
©Renee Denise Gross?? 12/12/2017#