Long Wise Poems
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It keeps calling,
And you keep calling it.
The more you think and feel, the more
you see how perfectly you both fit.
That thing...
That beautiful thing you have to get.
So be wise and ignore distractions and all
superfluous things so you never forget.
You see it as clearly as a supermoon in a swarthy
Georgia sky.
It reflects your dreams and desires,
And further signifies why you must try.
You feel it as deeply as a beloved mother with
her adorable newborn.
You see it,
You see how your life can and will beautifully transform.
It keeps calling...
And you keep calling it.
This thing,
This beautiful thing you're destined to get.
Devoid of old qualms and ruing sigh
Wing your arc for purer stratum high,
Past's mortal morsels I urge forsake
For dainty victuals sage angels take.
As mighty Retribution's brooms sweep
Away avarices that now huddled weep,
Your best plume beyond trite ethers ply
Into loftier climes where finer eagles fly.
Viral cloud your heaven-sent comrade is
If you’ll hit hardest with no goofing miss,
And task your swiftest flappers out of Old
Woods into pristine joys of the New World.
Eternal Kindness her illuminator holds
To undim cumuli's ill-bivouacked folds,
And Divine Treasury total expense pays
Till the last of your wise-wayfaring days.
Soar whilst sagest angels' soirée lasts,
As fierce Retribution's viral cloud casts
Nebulous guiles to outsmart hardy foes,
And Kindness her aiding flickers throws.
Cold, cold nights before the fire
Dressed in winter’s bright attire
I watch the Yule log burning strong
Burning still the whole night long
I think of joy, I think of love
I think of Him who watches from above
I think of joy, I think of praise
I think of Him who rights our crooked ways
Oh, do you remember
Dear heart of December
What blessed day you hold?
What gifts you bear
Like wise men there
Was frankincense and gold
Gazing out at yonder star
I hear the carols from afar
Warmed within and warmed without
Filled with hope that clears all doubt
I feel the joy, I feel the love
I feel the blessings He sends us from above
I feel the joy, I feel the cheer
I feel His love throughout the year
Oh, do you remember
Dear heart of December
That single ray of light?
A promise true
It still shines through
The blackest winter’s night
So always remember
That even in December
Good tidings you behold
And the gifts you bear
Will more than compare
With frankincense and gold.
Wearing headphones, every day, when I jump out of the car,
talking into my blue tooth, with one friend or another, so the
thirty-two minutes will not be a complete waste of time.
Home now, wanting to take a potty, jump into my pajamas,
and be left totally alone.
But I owe them a little something for
entertaining me for thirty-two minutes, right?
Wrong.
Social niceties are out the window when you are sixty-six. I am old.
I could be dead in an hour.
Good-bye, friend. Thanks for entertaining me on the way home.
Click.
I have the kind of friends who laugh, knowing me well.
So many words are spoken
how much are really wise?
rubbish abounds from many
one day all of it just dies
When one thinks of the alphabet
twenty-six letters relatively few
but so much tripe are developed
language of filth often sticks like glue
When Adam fell in sin at Eden
all mankind was tainted so great
one's tongue was poisoned very much
for the hearts in an awful state
One of my great loves is poetry
but even it can't from this escape
not everyone likes using pure words
some like to shock committing wordrape
When one considers all that's spoken
the only one hears every word in full
He was perfect hearing nothing amiss
the living God measures His pure rule
Once again I was there,
Kicked by a nightmare;
How baffled, scared as hell
Not a soul could tell!
YOU had stepped aside,
Left alone how I sighed!
I saw YOU eye to eye,
And let out a cry!
I was crestfallen,
Carrying the burden,
That had ME so pulled down
I could sure thus drown.
Then, YOU had me probed,
When I stood disrobed,
Of all sheen and glamor,
Amid the clamor:
“YOU are a beauty”
“I believe already!”
It was very clear,
Truth I couldn’t hear.
“YOU are a wise head”
How I acknowledged!
It was very clear,
Truth I couldn’t hear.
“YOU are a brave soul”
“Oh I am a whole!”
It was very clear,
Truth I couldn’t hear.
“YOU have a great art”
“I have made a start”
It was very clear,
Truth I couldn’t hear.
“Are YOU virtuous!”
“Oh I got this plus!”
It was very clear,
Truth I couldn’t hear.
Then, an arrow pierced,
The eyes got lowered,
I was upon my knee,
As YOU shone on ME.
Shadows fell behind ME,
Truth I could now see-
My glow is like moonlight,
Seen in dark of night!
We kids from the fifties were always dressed as cowboys or cowgirls.
Our TV shows in black and white included guns, bullets and horses.
The men were the shooters, the women helpless, Indians died all over.
I decided at a young age I would be an Indian; I hated the cowboys.
Not fond of the cowgirls either; except I did like their fringed skirts.
I discovered that Indian women wore fringe, and decided to be one.
We had cap guns, and got to shoot all over the place, if we were boys.
I was a girl, and was encouraged not to shoot but rather to have a doll.
Wearing war paint, I scalped my doll and named myself Wise Eagle Woman.
The other girls avoided me, thinking I was the strange one.
Listen to the voice of a child
You will hear the wisdom of the ages
A book ready to be written
Filled with many unwritten pages
Learn from their innocence
Honestly brutal but real
For they haven’t yet been tarnished
telling you exactly how they feel
So simple yet so wise they speak
feelings never compromised
For whatever words they speak to you
You should not be surprised
Listen to the voice of a child
You can always feel their pain
They will always bring you sunshine
When the world is filled with rain
Their laughter is the music
That comes straight from the heart
So learn to sing their praises
Rejoice in every part
Never let that child within
Escape or get away
For every child is a part of us
Each and every day
Listen to the voice of a child
Hear each and every word
For every question asked of you
From sublime to the absurd
There are many lessons to be taught
And dreams to be realized
We learn from each other every day
Yet we always act surprised
If we listen a little bit closer
You will hear that inner child
A lifetime of knowledge
Mostly tame but occasionally wild
In a world that’s constantly changing
You can always find a choice
In the wisdom of our childhood
You will truly find your voice
I could not find my muse one day,
Whither she'd gone, I could not say,
I searched up high, I looked down low,
But could not find her, what a blow!
Would you help me to look for her?
But we must not create a stir,
For she is as wise as charming,
She will hide if we're alarming,
She is clever and cute to see,
A little lady quite carefree,
She might be looking for my pen,
Or gone hunting for my lost zen,
Now what will I do without her?
My plans for writing are a blur,
My poetry has gone kaput,
This should not become her habit,
There, you have chanced upon my muse,
Let's tie her up, don't let her loose,
Where did you go, what's your excuse?
Now come, let's put our time to use,
There is not much time left, you see,
We must get on with poetry,
Before you choose to go and hide,
Let's write some and enjoy this ride.
07.24.2020
We all face pain, it's part of life,
But it doesn't mean forever strife.
We're not meant to be broken, you see,
We can learn and grow, and be pain-free.
Grieve, cry, let it out,
Don't hold it in, scream and shout.
Silencing pain is not the way,
It will only haunt you day by day.
Don't let pain build a home,
Or you'll feel forever alone.
Turn it into something beautiful and wise,
And you'll see pain through different eyes.
Change is necessary for survival,
It's how we grow and thrive in arrival.
Pain is meant to teach us something new,
So we can learn and better ourselves too.
We get hurt by the same thing repeatedly,
Until we learn the lesson we need to see.
It's planned for us all, that's how it goes,
We learn, we grow, and life then flows.
Some choose to grow love from pain,
While others choose to remain the same.
Pain works differently for every soul,
But we can all reach our own life goal.
So, embrace the pain and let it be,
And you'll find the path to being pain-free.
Learn, grow, and shine so bright,
And you'll find your way towards the light.