Long Were Poems
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Fairest and prettiest of all queens, you're never faithful to your king whose hands
barely touch your luscious lips that others secretly kiss;
and you meet them in an empty dungeon to satisfy your urges of lover,
not honoring those vows blessed by that priest who sprinkled Holy Water.
In the prime of your youth, you were given in marriage
for an exchange of great wealth by a father so greedy and heartless
who sought his interest, refusing to admit you were of a tender age;
and he brings his gifts to appease a king who won't demote his rank of prince.
Loyal maids know each secret and arrange your meetings with another knight,
keeping a watchful eye, and they would warn you if they heard footsteps;
naked and screaming, enjoying the ecstasy of lustful lover...wishing it would be night,
to forget the lack of everything: from sensual kisses to warm caresses.
Does guilt ever accuses your conscience of wrongdoing,? No, you seek revenge
by having continuous affairs with knights who have more sexual drive than an old king.
I never will forget our sunny days
and how we strolled on the beach hand in hand.
Like flaming twilight, our souls were ablaze,
We’d end up on our blanket on the sand
and feeling magic as we watched the sky.
Its sun slid brilliantly into the sea.
We sat there wordless – quiet as a sigh -
nobody else around – just you and me.
As night grew cool, we’d cuddle underneath
our blanket, sharing one another’s dreams.
Your plans for us filled me with such wonder;
a future as beautiful as dawn’s first beams,
but like the sand, those promises slipped through
our fingers; bittersweet are thoughts of you.
Tranquil was my life until the day
he glanced at me and we both stood still
Eyes locked senses stirred
as if they were pebbles being thrown
sending ripples across the surface of my soul.
Since that intimate gaze,
I've not been able to forget the moment
a stranger's nod had caressed me.
His smile held me a willing captive
as firmly as if he'd cupped my face
with the alluring warmth of his hands.
In a fleeting moment, we touched.
Not physically, but an emotional wave.
The kind that comes crashing from the sea
and takes your feet from under you,
leaving you lying on the sand,
drenched, out of breath...
laughing, and not giving a damn.
The intensity of his look
left me hoping such a wave
would wash over me once again
This time I wouldn't turn and walk away.
The Ghost
I tend to wake up at three in the morning
So, I woke up in acold bedroom we can’t afford
To keep any electric heaters on at night
I sensed I was not alone, the someone was watching me
I used to be fearful of this none person thought it was someone, perhaps a woman who I had loved and left, but since women had left me
Not the other way around, it must be something else
I decided it was my old dog Bami she was out
Of habit back to see if I was safe
I spoke softly to her called her darling thanked
Her for the thirteen years we were together
At ease now she left I got up walked on an icy floor to the kitchen, drank water and thought
What if the presence was not my dog but
Something sinister that would let me sleep
Guiltless in my bed
You are far away from me,
But don't worry you always belong to me.
When we were kids we often played together,
Now we are apart but suffering together.
I remember, the first time we met,
We shake hands & it felt like we always met.
That day I was not nervous that much,
But our next meeting set my heart on fire so much.
We had started talking happily,
Everyone except me decided our relation easily.
Then I started avoiding you lightly,
But in mind you were my future slightly.
One day we had a fight,
You apologize asking " Are you alright ?"
That day I understand your feelings,
And decided not to face any dealings.
Even after 6 years of love,
You are still like a silent dove.
We haven't meet satisfyingly till now,
But I know we will keep loving each other anyhow.
I just want you to say " You are mine,
And I'll wait till you shine".
I don't want you as a brightest start of world,
I just want you as a part around which my life Swirled.
While on my walk this morning…as I navigated the terrain…a raindrop fell upon my shoulder and I thought…how love is a lot like getting caught out in the rain.
You’re walking along…minding your own business…just like every other day…when you feel that first raindrop…you’re taken aback…and you try brushing it away.
Then the next raindrop hits and then another…you’re confused…you begin to fret…you were just out walking…you weren’t ready to get wet.
But as more and more raindrops keep falling you realize…you have less to lose and more to gain…so you stop fighting with your feelings and you give in to the rain.
And when you do…when you allow the rain to soak into ever crevice…every pore…you smile and you dance more than you’ve ever smiled or danced before.
And you think…it was only a short while ago…you tried to brush away that drop…but now…wherever you are walking…you don’t want the rain to stop.
And as it becomes a little easier to enjoy life’s blessings and to endure its aches and pains…you realize how lucky you were…to get caught out in the rain.
Yielding to God for His molding, so gracious
I acknowledge my sins, indeed repentant
Seeking for His pardon, divinely precious.
By His mercy at work, tremendously triumphant
To His control I surrender my stubborn will
As He directs my steps toward life that’s jubilant.
Trekking with Him peacefully upward service-hill
My spirit He enriches with wisdom’s endowment
Along fruitful stewardship I’m entrusted to fulfill.
Midst weariness, I ask for His empowerment
While my heart follows His compassionate leadership
In kingdom advancement marked by ministerial engagement.
Victoriously, with blissful praise-worship
My faith soars, surmounting challenges’ strain
Abiding in Christ, enjoying His sweet fellowship.
Relationship with the Lord gives me blest stewardship gain
I stay basking in His presence of serenity reign.
*1Corinthians 1:9 God is faithful, by whom ye were called unto the fellowship of his Son Jesus Christ our Lord.
July 24, 2022
Edited on January 18, 2023
10th place, "YOUR PICK" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/30/2023.
the bridge he needed to cross was overgrown with tangled thicket’s brush
ragwort and giant hogweed littered the pernicious path to his own progress
of perspectives and the slow death from stagnation and frightening delusions
he had to traverse at all cost to kill the perilous onslaught of doubts and sorrow
he could barely see his visage in the pond below and was petrified by the image
his reflection resembled an oozing blemish towering over a mind on crutches
to dampen his sadness and escape from the overpass he jumped head first
but the rock pool sentry disallowed the attempt and bounced him straight back
spread eagled he landed where he had been in dismembered celestial formation
in astral denial of an easy route to disperse moribund comets of grave error
he was promised enterprise by his therapist for a healing journey and growth
who cautioned him that he needed to find for himself what path to take and how
his stepladder had broken and the rope tied itself into desperate knotted demise
secateurs were blunt from pruning neuronal pathways and he stabbed in vain
at helplessness and wished for a pick axe if only to lobotomize his rescue
or at least a shovel to burry his remains for worms and fungus to take care
his other option was to swallow nettles thorny thistles and his scornful jungle
to munch one by one all the obstacles which he had put in his way all by himself
maybe there were magic mushroom hidden or some foliage foiling descent
but with no such luck he gnawed at Self's temptation to throw up his downfall
24th October 2020
Eight Word Challenge 11
Sponsor John Hamilton
If we close our eyes, can we look back to the start
When the Universe began, when science played it's part
Particle clouds so massive, so immense
It's us, look around, learn it makes sense
Drifting microbes, bacteria of sorts
For millions of years mingled into life shaped contorts
It has taken eons of time as life became known
Where human words like Mother Nature, having claimed life's throne
For in her sphere, blossomed riches of note
From Dinosaurs to Zebra's, it's her right to gloat
But what she has given is a chance to let live
On this planet of beauty that we continue to sieve
If we close our eyes, and we look back to the start
We should be so very fortunate, we were invited to take part
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/space-3.php
“You’re burlap and satin; you’re leather and lace,”
the bride-to-be’s mother said. “He’s a disgrace!
Break up with him. It’s not too late to save face.
He’s our neighbor’s farmhand. He should know his place.”
Her dad said, “He’s not in your league, can’t you see?
If you marry, think of how poor you will be.
You’ll not get one cent from your mother and me.
Go give back that cheap little ring and be free.”
The daughter cried, “No, I’ll give you up instead
if I must. I know what my grandparents said
to you, Dad. They thought you were out of your head
to want a rich, pampered girl. ‘Not her,’ they pled.
And, Mom, how did Grandma and Grandfather feel
when they met my Dad-to-be? Did he appeal
to them as a good choice? YOU said they had real
concerns. He seemed somewhat rough. So you would steal
away to get married. Your choices were right.
THAT—they now admit. Though you’re happy and quite
successful, as newlyweds you had to fight
your folks’ disapproval, and money was tight.
We’re burlap and satin—as once were you two!
Our future will have a much rosier hue
if you bid your coldness—and not US—adieu!
We don’t want your money. Your blessing will do!”
Date:March 12, 2018
Contest Title: Burlap and Satin
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen placed 5th of 10
February 24, 2019, entered in Mark Toney's Poetry Marathon, Mile 21
June 21, 2019, entered in Brian Strand's contest Your Choice (12) Love Verse
June 5, 2021
entered in Anthony Biaanco's $ Contest placed 8th (of ten placements)