Long Visioned Poems
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Shipwrecked, strewn
By a storm so vile
Drifting for days
On the oceans miles
Blistered and burned
Dehydrated, deaths thirst
Hunger that hurts
Now at my worst
I'm losing daylight
Darkness is near
Slipping, slipping
Unconscious
My eyes are opening
To a blinding white
Pillars of marble
Incredible sight
Standing beside me
A visioned view
Golden haired goddess
With a smile so true
Her breasts painted
In indigo blue
With golden shells
In perfect view
Her torso not reflecting
Women i know
Circled shapes
On her ribs do grow
Sitting up
As i look around
Unfamiliar lands
Most different grounds
Window i stand
Amazed at the view i see
Buildings so grand
Awesome ships in the sea
Where am i
I wonder to my self
No place i know
On this world called earth
An outsider i am
To those who took me in
The same shape
And colour of skin
As i walk around
With this girl of blue
Is this Atlante-an land
That has pulled me through
" Hopefully, the first of many poems on Atlantis "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/atlantis.php
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yes
did i
alone in my bed
one
hot sweltering
august eve
i
visioned
that i
mine
top this mount
(such the bawdy
readerz
I said that he were
"alone")
anywho
top this "Mount"
mine prophesied
""aloft"
mount kilimanjaro
at it's peek
uv frosted rain
I'd find the lone"
but
yep
az the many know
i cannot
prophesy
So yesss
she wuz from germany
snap
snap
snap
happy
az i
rather
'twuz we
*prophecy; az in prophe'C'
prophesy; az in prophe'sigh (no sighing y'all)
(not the grieving kind ,)
Feign neither to these visioned damsel life!
Do ultra-pain ever vanish with time?
Pre-infant, a thorny storm stunned out like a nipple
Some say normally, it only tickles
Stony bloke says, it's a nitty-gritty while my blood ripples
What he wish to see ;for her to move fast out of cripple
Several done seasons, her pistil rose grown
Gone is when slip, now it's two boost slope
Visual shape of womanhood enclose
Even yet, they say, if guys whistle blow, put on a frown
Deceit voice she heard, alot of love compose
Yea! At every seconds, what are we to say of those?
A stage to fish for one to lovelock in cage
Distractions of many but one was name
Having pleasures of sweet-bitter plan as it was read
Pain dropped to her ball, till the thrice three months
When that kid wail out the pride of her mum
Be it continuum! Echoed the immortal Norm.
Time
When, impatient Time, were you e'ere my friend
And set your perfect pace to my frail stride?
Or allowed my will, your will to bend
Or our purposes to coincide?
Do you measure the flowing years,
When you hold eternity in your clasp?
A man's short life does wax and wane
And infinity escapes my weak grasp.
Do you conspire with ambivalent Fate
Or maybe play with playful Chance?
Or by soft visioned dreams of Destiny
Do captivate, ourselves to entrance.
So that we, by swelled ambition lead;
By Vanity, are voluntarily misled.
Barry Stebbings
8/4/2016
LIES
A web that has no ending
For I can not stop
Even though I try
Something is wrong with me
Because my judgement is blinded
And I can not see
Every time I make the promise
To quench the desire to mislead
It only adheres for a short moment
Until the web starts to bleed
The deciet of my words
My voice has no truth
It is an addiction
A never ending piercing thorn
It is like a paper cut
That always hurts to the touch
And I am that paper cut
That hurts everyone I touch
Why can't I control this monster inside
It is destroying my very being
It is grasping my loved ones by the heart
Tearing their view of me completely apart
I wish that this was just a dream
That this is not as bad as it seems
And that I am not pushing everyone away
Acceptance is my aime
To be looked upon higher
Eventhough, I have everything I have always visioned
This thing still wants to feed
I have tried so many times to depress it
So many promises and pleads
To the one above
Whom I know that shows only love
The one who can crush this irritating bug
It yearns so badly to come alive
That I can not contain it
Eventually, it slowly engulfs my soul
Like fumes from a old kerosene heater
Taking away my breath
Some days I try to start a fresh
But, within hours and without even knowing
Out comes my darkened words
My mind has no control
I Have No Control
Only Lies have Control
My name is Betty the Butterfly, from a place called Wonder Wall
From deep in the forest I was born, beside a beautiful waterfall
This place you have heard of before, it's known as the land of the small
Where everything is micro, where the tallest is not even tall
Azures to translucent fall in the most wonderful of cascades
Where sprays of natures champagne, delight in organic mist display
Lush greens abound all around, whilst colours so radiate
Toadstools, grasses and trees in the most awesome of create
I Betty the Butterfly have the wings to see this at source
Gliding over the spectrum of rainbows, pollination is my course
Just as all the others like me, in proboscis search we furrow
We like watching the furries below us, in tunnel visioned burrow
We live in a carnival of colours, so different from anywhere else
To be ourselves we have to be, and protect our different self's
Since I was a boy I have known of her . I've dreamed of her in my fantasies , I have visioned you in my thoughts.Never knowing why or how or
where she came from, Just she was there .Not ever did I see her face ,but I've known all the while of her beautiful smile. Eyes of an Angel , I can
see all the way to her soul. Hair that flows over her shoulders like a waterfall. . Just a dream in my head , my imagination gone wild , but I have
always known she would be mine one day , A goddess I will cherrish as my Queen and love her with all my heart. Spoil her with gifts and
treasures, what ever she likes .The girl of my dreams I have honestly seen .I have spoken to her and it is exactly as it was suppose to be . She's in
love with me. Oh and she is the prettiest thing, this woman thats always been in my dreams .I was put here to meet her and she to meet me . I have
always been in her dreams ,that's what she's been telling me . A match made in Heaven is what she claims, a love forever , a happiness for life , a
Joy in our hearts that makes our lives worth living. Every since I was a boy I have known her. This woman of my dreams.
TAC
Pride comes before the fall
under a tender gaze of midday's sun
Our Sunday cross
is being turned upside down
incorrectly sponsored by none other than the arts council
as it carries their logo seal of approval stamped all over it
With groups promoting sin unholy acts attack
Abortion takes the centre staged arena
dark nights follow anyone supporting
such an ugly vile deed unchristian barbarism
tearing a child from the tree of life
Blind beggars God is not with them anymore
innocence is now plucked from the vine of the living
condemned to death
Also un-natural against the good living is speaking out of turn
trying to twist their sins as if born to do so deeply disturbed
family values is the most productive role in society today
to overshadow it against creations seed sewn treasures
The true values we hold are held
truth inside our mortal souls frame of mind
Born from the spirit of injustices a fire burns
crying to the Heaven's in dread filled shame for mercies sake
unhappy victims they become whom
are chained by incorrect choice
dressed down silenced good
yet remains to speak firmly on ignorance
in an open verdict time
will catch up
when the judgement bell tolls
Numbers each and every single beast
corrupt to the marrow
I for one condemn this false face called liberal
arrogant tunnel visioned traitors
Removing our Divine King as Lord
in our most Sacred Heart blessed
we are protected under his Holy mantel
It was a dry December month
There was no rain, there was no snow
And so his hopes were wearing thin
For Christmas White to be on show
Yet still a chance there is, he thought
As hope lives on, however small
And so he visioned Christmas joy
Through snowflakes short and snowflakes tall
Prepared he was, to set the scene
Such merry making, pure delight
The boughs of jolly wreaths were hung
His tree of green was trimmed with light
With gifts of gold set ‘neath the tree
And Christmas bird set now to cook
It was December 24th
Did he see snow, “let’s have a look”
With faithful wife and little ones
He went to window just to see
The first of many snowflakes fall
In Christmas dance of frosted glee
He never gave up hope, you know
For he believed and thus it came
He wished that all around the world
That folk would always do the same
It’s then he said, “I’ll need my coat”
As Mrs. Claus prepared his hat
Then “Reindeered” Santa made his way
To fly again and that was that!
Side A:
Players of an album made...
Vinyl, cassette, CD.
Audio output displayed
To ears of you and me.
Mono in the days of old
For output of a song.
Better mixing would unfold
When stereo came along.
Physicality was more
Abundant way back when.
One went to the music store
To buy albums - and then...
Side B:
...after years of being sold
In shops to you and me,
Music nowadays is told
And heard in MP3.
One's collection can be built
Online and through their phone.
Consider music as a quilt
With tracks together sewn.
Who would have visioned or thought
That since days of devices,
Artists can be streamed and bought
At reasonable prices?