Long Until Poems
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Dear Lord,
It is me, your tiniest ward.
And though I have been here such a short while,
There is a list of prayers I have already compiled.
Though I am only a few hours old,
The absence of your presence in my mother's heartbeat has left me so cold!
Please watch over my Mom and Dad,
Whatever happens I never want to see them sad.
Please take care of all sisters and brothers,
And every one of your angels' papas and mothers.
Let all people, no matter creed or race, get along,
For war has ravaged this earthly paradise for far too long.
Protect the weak and make them strong,
And if you must admonish your children do so kindly in order to teach them right from wrong.
Protect our pets with your gentle hands,
Let there be food aplenty in all your lands.
Protect and carry the children you so kindly made,
Shed your inner light on all who are afraid.
Let your children know that all they need to do is speak your name to know peace,
And please let all the violence against your children cease.
Please take care of all your daughters and sons,
And grant them peace and love by the tons.
One more thing before I go,
While I still feel your magnificent glow...
If it is not too much to ask, protect me too, though now I may seem small I the scheme of things,
I am not quite ready to once again don my angel's wings.
Until we speak again,
I will remain your truest and tiniest friend,
And until the next, I say with all the love I can muster, Amen!
I put on a mask to shroud my care,
I pull it away when no one is there
Yet behind my mask my feelings I share
A secret existing between me and the air
Yet this mask has features and clues
Of what really shakes my soul at its truth
When all resources are exhausted and used
I turn to my mask for the path that I choose
When my mind has a quest or a wanting
The face of my mask bears its feeling flaunting
But when it's confusion in my mind haunting
My mask bears uncertainty in its grimace undaunting
Yet when sorrow has filled my heart
It is my mask to play its biggest part
To hide my sadness in the shadow of art
Until the moment expires and the sorrow departs
My mask hides the age that I look
While others ages can be read like books
They wear their masks like walls with hooks
That falls to the ground when emotions are shook
Take a look behind my mask to see
If the reflection I cast is really me
As if to glance and charge a fee
To find what is there is not to be
Does my mask really have any feelings
Does it go about its way with nonchalant dealings
Does it strip away emotions like peelings
As if to mask a wound in the process of healing
Even young people like Fred
went from sad to mad,
thinking that happiness
was a wish not grated;
he succumbed to sickness,
he wished he were dead.
Changing moods in him persisted
and created a split personality;
he showed thoughts of insensibility,
a pitiful man unloved and afraid.
His mother stood by him and cried,
friends and family kept their distance;
once he was so loved and admired,
his grey eyes exuded confidence.
Resigned to his fate, he became a wreck
it got worse until he went completely beserk;
smashing everything he found in his way,
he impersonated an actor in his wild play.
He found pleasure in destroying a memory
too bitter for him to endure with gentleness;
when his fury was appeased by madness,
he calmed down and laughed deliriously.
At only eighteen, his destiny is sealed forever;
in a wheelchair he spends his days in distress,
not even his mom can comfort him with hugs...
he looks at her sadly, then bursts into laughter.
The purpose of a phone book
Back when I was very small
Was to raise the height of children
Who were young and not too tall.
The kiddie table sat them first
But then they weren’t part of
The main event of which they hoped
To squeeze into the heart of.
So when their parents gave consent
They joined the grown-up table
Yet being short, to reach their plates
They simply weren’t able.
So phone books to the rescue!
With the slightest little push
A directory was placed beneath
Each toddler’s waiting tush.
The meal went on until those kids
Were bundled off to slumber
And never did we use those books
To find one single number!
He tried to cope, as they continually besmirch him
When he was thrown into the throes of their ways
His tears soaked his life, as he hoped to be sojourn
Then his heart barely beat, his breath now slower
He couldn’t escape the truth of all that was now lost
He lay beaten, until he saw the pinion of a celestial angel
Her lissome flight swept to him, lifted him, released him
Before his entry to firmament, where he found repose
Heidi Sands
8/24/18
Placed 5th in the eight word challenge 4 poetry contest.
Words required: celestial, besmirch, pinion, throes, sojourn, lissome, firmament, repose.
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Peters rage never wavering even within the night sweats as cancer ripped through his tiny frail body he still imagines what his brother has if he could just grab his brothers lovers to covenant then perhaps he’d gain just a little more life he craved the smile his brother wore he craved the notion of just taking his brothers life shattering his brothers heart into would grant him at least a pretend love Peter has his own family but craved his brothers life until Peters rage grew heavy and constant the pain became unbearable unimaginable but Peter still craved his brothers life destroying his happiness proclaimed he could just become his brother that he could laugh heartily his heart grew cold and hardened until no love could ever enter again he died of a broken heart severe pain remembered only by the deeds of his brother not his own as he became his older brother in death
This poem is written for the Gender Bender contest, sponsored by Richard Lamoureux!
**Passionately**
Why do you not hold me,
passionately?
The little things
that show you care.
Like running your fingers
through my hair!
You used to rub my back,
passionately!
the little things
like foot massages,
manicures and pedicures.
I always felt secure
we used to make love,
passionately!
The little things
like kissing my stomach
and inner thighs,
Dancing naked until sunrise!
We used to make out in public,
passionately!
The little things
like homemade meals for two,
date night once a month.
Love all night in the buff!
You used to speak to me,
passionately!
The little things are gone now
we fight more than we get along.
I've tried to stay strong
but my heart has moved on!
Name held until contest over!!
History is full of lost dreams
Life is not and never will be what it has been
Strive and strain, sacrifice and smile through welling eyes
You are nothing until you've gone that extra-mile?
Look at it as you see fit
Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry
Sometimes we really try to work out why?
Think too hard and you'll see the real flow of life
Powerless as a drop of water on a strong tide
Take control and they'll wonder why?
Sheep yourself and stay in line?
Stand alone and alone your stand will be
Alter the programming of the systems and bureaucracy?
Are we looking into the dark through eyes that can't see?
Staring out the window pane
Silently I go insane
Remembering what I try to forget
Try so hard but haven’t yet
Thoughts of you invade my mind
I try to leave the past behind
But images engraved in stone
Haunt me when I'm all alone
This searing endless pain I feel
Stabs me with its blade of steel
I cannot laugh, I cannot cry
Feelings and emotions dry
I will rise from all this broken pain
I won’t let your darkness win again
You tore me down, but I remain
Stronger now, I break these chains
You say forgive; I cannot do
Not since I lost all faith in you
You cannot stop what has begun
You can’t undo what has been done
You used, abused, cheated and lied
You took my dreams; you took my pride
You took my soul; my sanity
You took my trust and dignity
Honest, faithful, loyal and true
Everything I was to you
Believing all your thoughtless lies
Until I saw through your disguise
Now I’m left with pain and sorrow
How do I get through tomorrow
I know I must forget I cared
Forget the love and dreams we shared
Forget the man you used to be
Remember what my eyes did see
Remember all you did so wrong
Remember now I must be strong
Refuse to play this mental game
Or silently, I’ll go insane..
By Raina Hutchins
Hoarding can be quite a mess
In front of you I will confess
That the rest of my life through
Will be collecting stuff from you
Your hugs I will take everyday
Never throwing one away
I will embrace them one by one
Until I've collected a ton
Kisses always have a place
Soft and tender on my face
Always keeping them so dear
In my thoughts and everywhere
Your love will never be tossed out
I'll keep it treasured there's no doubt
Inside it will stay so strong
Holding on, it's never gone
You will never have concern
That I'll trash, throw out or burn
Any part that you have given
This clutter has kept me livin'
Very neatly and secure
Like nobody else before
Was inspired to write this from
watching Hoarders