Long Why Poems
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I am dead, and gone to rest in heavens.
Gone to where people that Cheeriest me lives,
Why are you worried about me now?
I lived only in the eyes, you used to see me; not in your heart.
Dying from your midst, and living in my heavens,
makes me happier.
Until souls knows that I came for them, offered myself priceless.
The earth, and the people therein never wants me to dwell much longer on earth.
Truth, come back, come back, Truth.
Your absence makes people disregard the Supreme being.
The day you chose lies, and false living, you killed me.
I am dead in your heart. I am dead in your appearance. I am dead in your home.
I prefer death than to live, and to see you killing me from all hearts on the earth.
Weep not for me but for yourself;
the false; lies you chose, and loved; than me. Soon, whip you hard.
You never valued, and loved me; but I do.
Truth, the day you died, the earth dies. Your followers are yelling for your return.
To stop evil from living in our hearts.
Who will ascend into the hill top of happiness?
Or who will pay the price for my return to the earth?
The faithful tell lies, live a falsehood life;
Those who have a clean hand and a pure heart; will ascend into the hill top, and
they shall find happiness.
I am dead in all flesh, I am dead in thinking; I am dead both in your body, and your spirit.
Nobody think about my existence, but their falsehood life.
You can ignore me, kill me, and treat me as you would like;
Of what use is Truth to you? When your heart is blind and unwilling to accept me.
You all shall meet me on judgement seat.
There, I will introduce myself.
She heard the screeching of the tires
And she knew she had pulled right in front of this car.
She shut her eyes, waiting for the crash.
Her next thought was her best friend.
It was her birthday.
I am dying on Marianne’s birthday! Crap!
The crash never came.
She looked to her right.
The sports car had left his tires all over the road.
Smoke was coming out from under his car.
She could not see the driver.
His windows were too darkly tinted.
She continued through the intersection.
This was her fifth car wreck where she expected to be dead.
Her heart was beating fast.
Just like the other times.
Why can’t I die? She asked God.
I deserved to.
But the answer is yet to come.
Why, oh why can't I get to sleep?
I've tried everything like counting backwards
And even counting sheep
Lavender oil on pillow
Or a hot and milky drink
Why is it when I go to bed
I always lay and think?
Have I locked all the doors
And switched off all the lights?
Tired all the next day
Due to sleepless nights
I really need to switch off
From the worries of the day
But things that have happened
On my mind they play
I need to cut down on my caffeine
Cos my B.P. is hitting the roof
It's one of the reasons I lay awake
I don't need anymore proof
It's a small price to pay for a decent night’s sleep
So now I will finish this rhyme
Off to Dreamland I’ll go with a calm rested mind?
Till the alarm on my clock starts to chime
White, green or pink Christmas trees only seen on TVs and snowy countries
Hide and seek within the soft or spiky branches and leaves of religious boundaries.
Your white, red or green clothes that match the snowman's winter chills
Soft as cotton or frozen as candy bar that fills
One at a time a tree grows
Mountain or flat ground where a tree blows
Energy you can feel with your existence
Paying homage to all who've lived with persistence
Embodying growth and resilience
Outlasting obscure and odd ways of living
People from everywhere who never tire of giving.
Lending hands that groom a stronger line
Evergreens that bloom with a story line.
Naked as trees are Christmases
Every tree that gasps for the masses
Voice that sings your favorite lyric
Each word that sheers your beauty so angelic.
Running on streams so red under your skin tone so majestic.
Beliefs that trees come and go
Each leaf that sticks and falls like a Lego.
Life in every tree that stands
In your eyes you don't see, but lands.
Every step you make, moving around
Velvets you wear or used clothes that sound
Every detail spoken in different patois astound.
In every tree or home where Christmas may not reside
Natural or never watered, arises aside
"Christmas" is the word that will always stand
Holiday above all, unspoken or uncelebrated that spanned.
Resonating merry from branches and leaves in qi
Iron-made or wood or plastic of modern ki.
"Santa" not everyone believed was real
Tripping and awarding people of all ages with gifts and meal.
Mistletoes on doors that knock each day
All day telling you that Christmas is everyday.
Savor the sweetness of the Yuletide...
Christmas you may not know, but lingers
in your mind!
Why won't the tears come
Why won't they fall
Did our life together
Mean nothing at all
Our love was in bloom
Wedding in June
A picture-perfect affair
Magic in the air
Envisioning a new life
in the Promised Land
Realizing shared dreams
Milk and honey, sprinkled with sand
Changed countries so hopeful
Lost our shirts and came back
Fought so hard to regain
All that we lacked
Two children we raised
Whom we lavished with praise
Their every good deed
These blessed of our seed...
Why won't the tears come
Why won't they fall
Did our life together
Mean nothing at all
Somewhere, somehow
The magic abated
No tears ever flow
Once you know it's ill-fated
When the sable ink flirted with the quill
How my muse blushed and blotted with a thrill
Upon parchment that submitted at will
To the words that began to overspill
At school I discovered 'tram' rhymed with 'scram'
And confusing homophones 'damn' and 'dam'
When my rhymes steamed along the meter track
A villanelle came on board for a snack
Welcoming those, not having metaphor
Free verse and sonnets came calmly ashore
On carpets of prose from the Haiku store
As the dipped quill quivered for an encore
Across each line the rivers of ink swam
'I became a poet, because I am'
You and I, smiling together and clapping hands.
Erasing ultimatums from drifting lands.
You and I, walking and petting leaves
As together, we nurture our land and plant trees.
You and I, burying the gun and the mortar
As with genuine love, we say no to slaughter.
You and I, fairly sharing our cake fifty fifty,
As, black, Asian or Caucasian, we are but one in the holy trinity.
You and I calmly, praying on different places,
For Muslem or Christian, we are but one without traces.
And while we play, we sing "Hakuna Matata"
For in peace, we would bask just like Mandela
© Temajung Michael T.
What's in your eye, it doesn't hurt
The view that your lookin at
Why U Kry
Turn round kiss the scene goodbye, you're already forgiven
What's in your ear, why U tryin ta hear
All those lies, those purple alibies
You close your eyes for the things you done
You remember I'm not your judge or jury
All that I must do is to forgive you
WHY U KRY you're already forgiven
What's in your heart, all this hate
You've chain me up, spit in my face
Took me from my land, changed my name
What's on your mind I've kissed those sins goodbye, you're forgiven
WHY U KRY you're already forgiven
What's in your heart, do you love the girl
Then tell me why do you beat on her
While in the same voice ya say ya luv her
Now revenge not in my heart
How would ya feel bro if all her girlfriends beat yo butt
WHY U KRY you're already forgiven
But honey hush you ain't much
Captured, locked up imprison
How you feel now chump
You remember I'm not your judge or jury
All that I must do is to forgive you
WHY U KRY you're already forgiven
What's in your spirit can the people hear it
You've placed your soul in harm
So while yall' repentin, did I mention
I've all ready forgivin you
WHY U KRY you're already forgiven
Eyes closed or open
Ears you hear what you will
Heart filled with hate
Mind locked denning it's faith
WHY U KRY you're already forgiven
Turn round kiss the scene goodbye, you're already forgiven
What's on your mind I've kissed those sins goodbye, you're forgiven
You've committed the wrongs above
Not that you stand before Christ
WHY U KRY you're already forgiven
Why U Kry
2/5/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
I write...
to touch
to inspire
to motivate
to influence
because it's my passion and escape
because it's liberating and therapeutic
because it gives me joy and satisfaction
because I love to create and compete in contests
It's never for the sake of writing
I have to feel a jolt of inspiration!
And I do feel a tingle down my spine
whenever a poem of mine resonates...
with people...or just one individual.
I Write Because Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Date originally written: 09/20/2019
Date submitted: 08/29/2022
Have you ever wondered why we were created?
if you haven’t take a moment to reminisce
and while you’re at it ask yourself
why were we placed upon a planet as beautiful as this?
Why does the water call to us? Why along her shores do we love to stroll?
Perhaps she’s there to replenish our hearts…and help to soothe our souls.
Why do we walk in the woods? Why do her trees and animals we embrace?
Could it be the forest asks for nothing….and moves at a much more leisurely pace?
Why does a sunrise, a sunset, a rainbow or face in the clouds make us smile.
Perhaps they are there so we can enjoy nature’s artistry if only for a little while.
Why do we love to walk among the flowers that paint the surface of the ground?
Perhaps every now and then we need to visit places where only beauty can be found..
Perhaps we love to frequent nature as often as we can because we find
nature lives by a different set of standards…than those set by humankind.
In nature you won’t find prejudice, no sexism…no homophobia permeating the air.
no abuse, no wars, no hatred, no bitterness…no racism anywhere.
Nature understands and revels in the fact that all her species are different…
yet still part of the same habitat.
She would never think to call her members names like ugly, stupid or fat.
Nature accepts and celebrates her diversity…she strives to keep all her creatures alive.
for she knows without this co-dependent medley…she would not survive.
Perhaps that’s why nature’s water calls to us…we walk in her woods
and stand in awe at every sunrise, sunset and rainbow that we see…
to remind us as we revel in her beauty…
to be the people we were designed to be.