Long Widen Poems
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In this world of circular,
Some animals born peculiar,
Camels carrying a big load in particular,
In this world of circular,Camels a wonder,
In a plural families of jungles,lion is the ruler,
Camels in deserts in singular and the only ruler,
Camels walk in deserts on the backs Bedouins,
Mating sitting,no food,no water for days in wake proceedings,
The hump like a lump jumping over the skin,
Long feet to keep head up and to kick dust and kin,
The widen paws avoiding,sinking deep the feet on riding base,
The Y shaped camel's meat,milk and skin for people to amaze,
The feces not wet still hot to make fire is the truth refuse not,
"Camel milk and urine proper for nursing" foresaid the last prophet,
In research,the camel milk and urine,thick and syrup like a medicine,
A cure for long searching and a Nobel waiting cancer,is divine!
I remember who we are
& who it is
we came to be
You're supposed to be
free of chains
that bind your brain
to illusions
Purposeful confusion
meant to enslave
your mind but
these contusions will
heal with time
This is a sign of the times
& the fulfillment of
what's been prophesied
is in us
The lionized image
we've all come to know
is here now hiding
under your nose
It flows to & fro
like an energy seeking
the right frequency
There is no contingency
plan for this
for it is this that
must be
No plan B
for you're meant to see
the birth of what's both
old & new
The bold truth is
a lot of what we're told
& told to do are lies
mixed with truth
I know it's sad
but true
& if you go within
yourself you'll see it too
It speaks to you
in a quiet way
a voice that came
to say
Wake up now
this very day
for this time waits
for no one
Once you come to realize
what you've ignored
all this time
you may be troubled
but worry not
Hurry into the temple
in which he dwells
to see what he's got
to show & tell
Instead of buying dreams
that sell false hope
widen your scope to get
a full view of things
Yes this life is a dream
& you are the one
writing the script and
acting out every scene
You are a being
that comes from the one
with eyes all seeing
& knowledge of
all things
Be classy and fabulous
Be silly and fun
Go ahead and get dirty
Dance in the sun
Be confident and proud
Be hungry for knowledge
Follow your dreams
And please
Go to college
Have tons of friends
Don't be one dimensional
Wherever you end up
Be sure it's intentional
Be a woman of strength
And a child of God
Be goofy and different
Be a bit odd
Always be yourself
Despite what others say
Stay little as long as you can
Never forget how to play
Learn to change a tire
And the oil in your car
Never depend on a man
Know who you are
Travel the world
Widen your horizons
Always speak truth
Don’t live in hiding
Be a true friend
Stay true to your word
Don't succumb to gossip
It’s just bully curd
Don't burn bridges
Admit when you're wrong
Forgive and forget
Play your favorite song
Sing as loud as you can
Laugh until it hurts
Fake it till you make it
Find whatever works
Wherever you go
Don’t forget your way home
Think of me and dad
Pick up the phone
In a world that stands divided
a division that seems to widen every day
I wonder if we should be watching more sunrises
to see how the different clouds and colors were meant to interplay.
We met another couple at our marina with whom we shared a sunrise.
Together we watched the clouds…and the colors changing before our eyes.
We greeted them when we arrived…keeping our voices low
then took our seats upon a bench where we would enjoy the show.
A sunrise is unlike any theater we’ve ever been in…any movie we’ve ever seen…
as we sit in silent wonder…watching nature’s giant 3-D screen.
When the colors finally faded…we took the time to chat…
The young woman smiled at us and said,
“Who knew God could paint like that”.
We agreed saying they should come back tomorrow
for with the next sunrise they see…
although the screen remains the same…God will paint it differently.
We smiled and waved as we said goodbye…
and as we continued on our daily route
I thought to myself I did not ask her what God she was talking about….
I did not care where she came from or where she might have been
I did not care if she was gay or straight or the color of her skin…
Because as we shared a sunrise
as we watched the clouds and colors change then scatter
watching the sunrise together was the only thing that mattered.
And so I wonder in a world divided
where we are anything but birds of a feather…
perhaps it’s not that we need to watch more sunrises…
but we need to watch more sunrises…together.
I carry music folded in my chest
Like winged light sleeping in a sheltered place,
A single sound can wake a thousand stars
And every silence holds a special place.
I speak in numbers—clean and luminous—
Where sums fall into order like the tide,
The calm, exact obedience of truth
That never falters, never shifts aside.
I keep the past as if it were still warm,
Each hour preserved like petals pressed in glass;
No moment truly dies within my mind,
The way it does for those who let things pass.
And some are born with language in the blood,
I hear the ache behind the spoken word,
I shape the unsayable into breath,
And give a voice to all we never heard.
The world calls this my miracle of the mind,
Yet little knows the cost of seeing so—
To feel too much, to carry too much light,
To stand where deeper currents always flow.
I do not seek the praise of crowded rooms,
My gift unfolds in solitude and flame;
The work itself becomes a quiet prayer,
The truth I serve forgetting about fame.
Through music’s fire, through memory’s long ache,
Through measured stars of mathematics spun,
Through poetry that binds my broken speech,
My scattered fragments gather into one.
And what I give is not just skill or proof,
But ways of seeing I had never known—
I widen what it means to be alive,
And make the human condition my own.
Schooling life- a main pursuit to learn,
Is surrounded by various impairments:
As much as catching fun-fill cruises, spurn!
Easier said than done- taking the right turn;
Good enough to measure apt adjustments,
Schooling life- a main pursuit to learn.
Goals avoid suffering consequential burn;
Been on phone longer than reading confronts-
As much as catching fun-fill cruises, spurn!
Aims widen scopes to balance grades concern
"Phone-'let there be light;' book- darkness affronts"
Schooling life- a main pursuit to learn.
Objectives object what football games yearn,
Both on field and view centre attachments,
As much as catching fun-fill cruises, spurn!
Late night matches during exams, pattern
Crying-read sleepy eyes' grace advancements...
Schooling life-a main pursuit to learn,
As much as catching fun-fill cruises, spurn!
. Family Gathers
. friends arrive
. flowers fade
. voices soften
. hands reach
. fingers touch
. tears glisten
. eyes meet
. breaths ebb
. lips tremble
. breathing slows
. LAST BREATH
. stillness settles
. silence listens
. ripples widen
. faces paused
. sunlight softens
. memories re-surface
. half-smiles through tears
. grief embraced
. thankful we're here
. coming together
. Love Remains
I had planned to weather the storm until the break of dawn and hibernate in my shell until the wicked is dead, but it kept lurking behind the door with manipulative words trembling on its lips and banging on the roof and shouting profanity in the street.
I curled tight into my shell and watch the night unfolds while destiny watches my spirit grow and the tiger waiting at the stream to derail my hard-earned dreams has frozen in the cold.
The night was dead silent and not a sound could be heard except for my breathing and my heart beating, I pinch myself to see if I was alive and I hit the side of the wall to find out if anyone was inside, but everything was flat, and the silence kept them composed.
I don’t know how long I could bear the agony and the isolation groaning in my belly, my adrenalin began to run high, and destiny began to thunder in the sky. I knew that something was about to happen as the vision began to widen.
I tried desperately to take my mind off it and focus on the energy flowing from the cliff, it engulfs the space around and lifts the tension that was blazing in my gut. This was too true to believe I felt light as the breeze and the cold air penetrate my clustered space. The night continues to bear its silent penalty and I tried to enjoy its luxury and my spirt became one with the night.
I stood in my shell and stare at the night enjoying its own company and all of a sudden, I felt an uncomfortable feeling moving in my belly and the sensation of the universe embraced me.
No one was there but I did not fear, I thought I heard a knock on the door and turn around to see what it was and in one split second, billows of smoke start spreading in the sky and the trees began to die.
Several explosions burst out on the ground, and it brought the entire city down. Night came alive and the multitude of people start running and screaming and buildings began to topple upon building and the choir in the distance began to sing. Fire blazed through the city and purified the street and at last the mission was complete.
Mankind has taken us to the extreme, but destiny has unfolded in my dreams and the new Jerusalem was born. The fire cooled down paradice make them wealthy and witty, and they finally got the discount.
_.._ the dark thin arc of night cut sharp against the dark, a silver slice holding everything
.' .-'` I never voiced. The sky leans close listening for the quiet inside me. I walk beside
/ / the curve feeling its pull--a soft gravity made of longing. Stars drift around its edge like
| | like thoughts I meant to release. The crescent keeps them gathered in its half-light
\ '.__.; hollow. I lift my hands toward the arc hoping it will widen into truth. But it stays
'._ _.' narrow, guarded, a blade of silence. I follow its pale shimmer through the hush
`` of the world trusting that even a sliver of light can open.
I am a human being
And we are survivors by nature ...
Everyone we meet is fighting a battle of some kind
And life itself
For each of us
Is a series of battles ...
To be able to draw breath each day
To be able to widen our eyes to a new morn and face it head-on
To be able to move, work, learn, love, fight, and even play
Is to be a survivor.
This world places conflicts in our path
Forces us to face our fears
Makes us strive to overcome and develop on a daily basis ...
Even love itself is combat
An intense combat between the heart and the mind
And it's one that takes no prisoners.
We are all bruised by these skirmishes in life
We all carry deep scars, visible and not
We are all shell-shocked by the trials and relationships we struggle with
And some of us
Like me
Make things even MORE difficult ...
Some of us end up abusing ourselves
On top of all the OTHER hostilities the world sends our way
(As if those aren't enough) ...
Yes, I am a survivor, by default
Just by being a part of the Human Race
But the worst thing I have had to survive
Is MYSELF ...
I spent over 30 years
Putting poisons into my body that I KNEW were killing me
Creating a battleground that stopped my heart and nearly claimed my life
Inflicting wounds upon myself, (and those I loved), that were invisible
But that were deeper than any other I had known or imagined
With a blade as sharp and insidious as any sword
And oh, so deftly wielded ...
I became an expert with that blade
And I cleaved every precious thing from my existence, just so ...
One-by-one, I thrust the dagger deep, and twisted
My job, my house and comforts, my marriage, my family, and even my health
Every and each, run clean through and hewn from the tree of success
All for the sake of a substance and a feeling
All for a two-faced demon called "Euphoria"
And an escape from reality and pain.
Yes, I am a survivor
But I am NOT proud of it
Because it was a war I created on my own
And a battle I never needed to fight
A battle of avoidance
And insanity.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "I'm A Survivor Poetry Contest", Julie Rodeheaver, Judge & Sponsor.