Long Wish list Poems
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Santa! Oh, Santa! Please listen to me. It’s for Dragon! I’m begging you, please!
Dragon didn't mean to be naughty! He’s crying! He’s even down, on his knees!
Christmas is coming! He wants to be nice! Heaven knows what, he’ll do next!
It’s been quite a week! Beyond his control! And, of course, you know, the rest!
First, he swooped in to help an old Lady, as she tried to walk across a street.
But the wind from his wings; caught her and blew her away, and into a heap!
He volunteered: as a candy stripper, helping patients, at a hospital, without reward.
No smoking allowed, with the seriously ill, his Fire blew up, that one LITTLE ward.
He raked all the leaves for old Mister Brown, for free; who was so very, pleased.
He gave Dragon an at-a boy! And added a slap on his back, making him sneeze.
Which startled a spark, from Dragons great mouth. It’s a pity… what they say…
Mr. Brown’s house won’t be finished rebuilding, till… next spring and a day.
Dragon helped with the neighborhood school playground… monitoring the swings.
Upon hearing the comment, “I want to go higher”, they found Space, was achieved.
Now, sad and so lost, Dragon checked out a place, Google Earth had blurred out…
Jets forced him down, it was a secret location, now wiki-leaks-men run, all about.
At an Old Folks Picnic, Dragon grabbed 2 oldsters, then sat on a 3rd, one windy day.
Stopping them from being blown away, the 3rd leaves intensive care, soon, they say.
Baby sitting, a baby that kept crying, Dragon grew so upset, smoke billowed forth.
The firemen decided, until his smoke is under control, ‘no babysitting’, henceforth!
Santa is great! This we all definitely know! To get all these problems under control...
He said ‘don’t try so hard!’ As he found Dragon’s heart not only nice, but pure gold!
Peace was ensured, as he sent Dragon home… for his family to enjoy, and to enfold!
Now life will be better, for all! I’m sure!… Or so I do hope, to behold!
But… Pardon me, Santa… Did you just… say?… He’s officially nice, in your view?
Santa, perhaps a warning is due. His wish list, 2 miles long, is coming to you!
For all, it’d been quite a week, mission accomplished, as Santa gave a knowing wink!
‘Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas! Peace on Earth’, even with Dragon around, me-thinks.
Dear Santa,
As you may well know,
it's tights and not stockings that are all the go.
So, with no stockings to hang on the bedstead,
would a pair of my bloomers be OK instead?
I'll sew up the legs so that there is more space,
can't have my gifts falling all over the place.
I hope you don't mind, as my wine you consume,
please try to be silent when entering my room.
I'm a light sleeper and at my age, which is quite a pain,
if I lose too much sleep, then it addles my brain.
You may kiss me sweetly if I'm in deep slumber
mistletoe on my pillow, plus telephone number.
I promise to leave you a home-made mince pie,
though the pastry's gone soggy
'cause the onions made me cry.
Myopia means recipes I really struggle to see
though onion in mince pies' is a new one on me.
But the pies are quite tasty as I'm sure you'll agree
and if you're still hungry, then have two or three!
There's a drop of fine whisky which you may try too,
bought by my late husband circa 1952
'twas in an old bottle I found in the shed
my hubby drank most of it afore dropping dead.
I think you're so special, dear old Santa Claus,
now here's what I would like you to leave in my drawers:.
1. A pretty box - so I may store my false teeth so neat,
so I can find 'em when I gets me something to eat.
2. A walking frame 'cause I am liable to fall,
and falling, alas, does you no good at all.
3. Some California Poppy, as supplies now seem so short,
if this scent can't be found I will smell like a horse.
4. A pair of big knockers, for front and back door.
A warm cosy nighty, don't need see-throughs no more.
5. Get me a back scratcher, please, if you can,
I can't scratch that itch since I lost me old man.
6. Also an emergency underwear kit,
as nowadays there's times when I don't quite make it.
7. If you have a big dog, leave it in the back yard,
I'll treat quite kindly, if me it will guard.
Thats all the gifts on my Christmas wish list,
but I'll settle for more Santa, if you insist.
I haven't been naughty for many a year,
when awaking, I expect all my gifts to be here!
Merry Christmas!
Looby Loo x
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Christmas 2020
A night of deep and dreaming sleep on a warm and firm mattress with appropriate coverings was not necessarily an item on our wish list, because we drew accustomed to the more simpler forms of mattresses that were not firm but filled with cotton, and sleep was obtained without regards to levels of comfort.
These cotton filled softies were not designed for sitting, nor for afternoon naps, and God forbid that kids should ever consider jumping on them.
These home made sleeping beauties did not sit on top of high tech and well developed inner springs designed to support the big cushions of cotton filled cloth, but rather were placed right on to flat springs of iron fitted into the bed frames made of wood and also iron.
If there was anything missing from these beds and mattresses, I suspect it would have been a sign board that read, “For Sleepers Only”. In some cases when that did not suffice, perhaps one would have continued to read the fine print, “All others, please do not sit, touch, or stare for long”.
Indeed, true sleep really happened; And O no, I never heard any complaints of back aches derived from mattresses filled with cotton. On each night that a sleeper arrived, these designer recliners were prepared to receive all comers, providing sweet sleeps.
When the morning arrived and sleepers arose from their sunken comfort zones, whether immediately or later after breakfast, someone’s chore was to “make the bed”. Today, if ever the expression “make the bed” occurred, it would be clear to mean that we straighten the pillows, spread and tuck the sheets, and top it off with coverings of blankets or quilts.
O how wonderful is the mind endowed with the power to recall the most distant memory! Sometimes the downloads of the remotest things come to the surface which were not so trivia in prior years. In those seemingly ancient times, “Make the bed” had at least one more chore no longer relevant in our homes today.
It simply meant that we open the cotton holders known as “bed-ticks”, and stir up the cotton inside, making the mattress smooth and attractive once again. Then, and only then, was it ready for sleepers the next night.
Sleep well my friend.
cj04132015
I spit this on the mic to flow oh so prolific
What's the since in believing in Christ
If ur just gonna take him out of Christmas...
Dish the wish list...u can't re gift this...
Can't unwish this...
Hold the phone put it to ur ear so i may call
You on this...
I don't mean to phone straight home...
Put ur wish bone on this...
I'm in this rap for tit and tat cross my t dot my i's...
Bring that right back...
I said I'm in this rap for tit and tat...
I'm diving for the truth but
it seems I'm getting lies just stuffed full of cotton...
So I start digging in deeper let the lord be my finder as well as my keeper...
Im just the seeker...
I use to just be the peeker I was searching for it all...
But the only thing I was able to do was watch it all fall...
Behind it I would crawl and cry about how I almost had it all...
That's all....
The devil wanted me to give up...
But my success was simply based off of me getting up and moving on...
So I left my baggage behind for claims...
Now I'm onward bound to my success full stead ahead ....
All aboard this train to success...
I use to walk out my house...couldn't see my path so foggy
Now I'm gliding down my path so hands free cuz god is handling me....
Can't u see what I see my cup now runneth over...
All brand new...
My home turned to a castle I can see the riches the success...
That the lord has for me...
He set it all up now it's slowly falling down for me...
I use to bit the hand that feed me
now I shake it and hold it so firmly he guides me down the path...
Hand in hand...makes me feel so securely...
So surely not late I thought...
But maybe not so early
He came at the right time to save me from myself like a goalie...
So holy...
Hollie mollie I use to feel so lonely...
But now I feel so secure its like I'm held down
held together by a force much stronger than gravity
Yet I feel so free like I'm on the moon zero gravity...
Helped my outta all my problems...
Had so much sin I was indebt to sin...
Had to look within to get out...
That's when I found God and he turned me inside out
#I'm_not_perfect_but_I'm_worth_it
I'm not perfect but I'm worth it, I'm working on it, I go up, I go down, through your eyes, I see my picture, your soul perfected, believe you me, I'm trying to fit in, but demons in my spirit wakes me at night, commanding me to stray, you don't know my internal battles, I'm at war with myself
Maybe I'm still resistant to accept that you are now part of me, still holding tight to my longly fate, maybe it was planted so deep, with it's roots still echoing to cores of my soul, maybe I'm afraid to let go off my demons and let your halo cleanse me
I'm far from perfection, lean closer and see how dedicated I'm trying to dismantle the walls chocking my freedom to let in, to accepting change and being one with it
No day goes by, without strangling my self to sleep, when how hard I try to be the projected light your eyes, reflects of me, it's not easy believe you me, I turn restless through the night, bashing my flaws
I fear, this golden moment with you might slip through my fingers before I win this battle in me, but believe you me I'm putting the effort and hours to walk with clear mind into our new bond
Wish you would try to listen with purpose, and hold my hand and assure me that we will fight this together, and hear you say perfect doesn't exist for to be human is to err
Wish you bear with me, as I untangle off my demons, my fears and insecurities, wish you not only understand but assure me that we are in this together, come what may
I'm not perfect but I know there's more good in me than my imperfections, and you too knows that, me taking ownerships of my flaws, it's me with one leg on the staircase to fixing myself, please don't bash me for acknowledging my flaws
I'm not perfect but worth it, I wear my flaws like crown on head, wish life came with manual to nevigate better, maybe I would align with every box in your wish list, a perfect version of me. Allow me to be your Rome, and try to build me each day, I'm fragile, I'm not perfect but I'm worth it
#Poetic_Ink
A kiss from her lips are sweeter than honey, sweeter than nectar
a blessing from disaster
till her kiss spreads the venom from her poison to your brain
the sickest pain, felt from undercover, she hit the biggest the vein
Vanity, she lured you in with vanity
discreetly she lured you in with pleasantries
whispered fantasies of slipping out of her tight red dress
taunting you in distress with constant missteps, oh she's a tease
but a tease armed to the teeth in black leather and lace
to tie you up with a whip over your neck like a noose
pulling the strings harder threatening to kill
with looks like that, she's guaranteed to have your heart on a string
tugging in tow like a lost abused puppy
but you like the attention you cowardly dog
you like the attention
Those ruby red lips, the perfect actress
you let her spill the milk in your ears
a mess you can't clean up, a mess you can't cry over
as you feel you're friends, the very best of friends
but there's a ring of rumors surrounding you like daffodils on a banister
while she the pretender is the ring leader
Trust in your trust and you'll find you're the deceiver
being deceived by the pair of slender sleek legs you claim to detest
but you know you have the fondness in your heart
for those ruby red heels stepping all over your self esteem
You want to be the prom queen, date the prom queen
dominate the social scene
dance with the angel of the school
her hair, a waterfall of grace
twin green eyes, a jade dragon engraved in twin marble stones
you're in love in more ways than one
yet you dance with the cold air of the outside world
as you're mortified that she winked at you from across the universe
stealing a kiss from the rival you loathe
stealing your dreams, stealing your world, shattering your songs
Now you sit here at your computer, typing a wish list
counting all the wishes you wish were true
but all the wishes you conjure up involve her and you
letting this ruby red seductress, a leeching parasite, envelope you
I wish I hadn't come here
I wish I hadn't seen that
I wish I hadn't bought this
I wish I my hair was longer
I wish I was physically stronger
I wish I was orchestral and volumetric when in the presence of nobility
I wish I was commanding and vibrant when amongst the petty crowd
I wish I'd studied more at school
I wish I was financially secure for damn sure
I wish I was rich beyond my wildest dreams
I wish I was systematic, diplomatic, enigmatic or something equivalent
I wish I could afford to be flippant like an aristocrat's only spoilt child
I wish I had a leather jacket like that
I wish I could dance like Michael Jackson, James Brown or Nijinsky
I wish I could entice, excite, enlight, enrich
I wish you'd shut up and sit down.......in that order
I wish you wouldn't do that
I wish you'd stop swearing...........and spitting for that matter
I wish to be appreciated..........not depreciated
I wish you were here instead of me being tortured
I wish I was somewhere else being pampered
I wish God was here in my hour of need
I wish I hadn't said that
I wish you'd sit down and be quiet
I wish the sun and the earth would collide and thus rid me
of these crippling debts and continuous bad health
I wish I could sleep at nights without the aid of tablets
I wish to retract that last statement
I wish Priests Court was a dual carriageway
I wish you'd stop shouting and moaning and pushing
I wish to be excused
I wish the train of good fortune would for once....if it's not too much trouble........stop long
enough for me to participate
I wish to be adored and envied by no-one in particular
in fact.........
I wish to be called Gloria in future.............if you don't mind
I wish you'd stop laughing .....I jest you not.....it's a serious matter
I wish you loved me
I wish you were obsessed.......to the point of sickness
I wish you were mine basically.
I wish I'd met you years ago.
** The Soul’s Longing Wish to Write Its poetry **
The poems sleep
Together in a wreath of curled words,
Poised awaiting, allied, all set to affect
Their impact
Summoned
From the depths of a restless wish to speak;
Like a lay of Ring-Tailed-Lemurs
— A span of fur in their dreams —
Jostled about, awakening
With whiskers and ear-tips twitching —
Like poems — nudged
By a distant alerting
Call to move from their deep well-springs
On to heaven’s higher ground.
The lemurs lift their heads:
The alarmed pounding
— Of their beating hearts altogether —
Reverberates — carried far
By breeze flowing air
Beyond their lair — Thus
Ready to spring up —
Ready to sniff and dash!
Ready to leap. One by one they run
To skatter, skittering
Out from a cherished hiding
Into light
Along paths poems may take
Into opening spaces
Of a new dawn’s graces
— Urging by calls to advance
Into knowing, letting
The Soul also speak
Faith’s intoned lines…
To lead a motion through discoveries
Before a third struggle
To surfaceo
Before drowning
Dissolves the reaching words into howling ~
And
Startling every tree’s sleeping leaves
To jitter and blink
With a-quivering question ~
What voice here surges
To create such sincere lyrics
From within our penning poets,
Hearing the aches of humanity’s advancing?
But, ‘tis not our poet’s heart that sings!
Neither is it the mind nor memories ~
‘Tis the soul itself sending poetry,
Wanting its Voice to be written;
Hoping to be known;
True to its glorious source —
Creator of All, including
The Word —
So…do…learn…listen…transcribe…
As the Soul’s Voice alive,
Alive, indeed,
Clearing the bounds of a forest —
Ready to thrive.
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Contest, the Soul’s Wish List, Unseeking Seeker
(c) sally young eslinger 12/26/2022
Thanks be to God…
I'm being haunted by demons I thought I'd buried
Depression is leading me to a dark place again and I'm worried
Suicidal thoughts I thought I moved past, came back with no remorse
I'm being tortured by depression, I'm tired of all these thoughts
Depression is my toughest opponent, but I'm fighting as hard as I can
Why do people focus on my flaws and scars instead of the heart of this man?
Anytime I attacked Depression, it was me who bled
Some days I barely even have the strength to get out of bed
I've lost a lot of people because of it, and I know I'm going to lose more
I try my best to spread love even though I'm fighting this war
Bipolar, combined with depression and anxiety, makes it hard for my mind to be peaceful
I'm better off alone, depression tells me I'm not worthy of being around people
I fear love, I fear hugs,I fear trust, because they only lead to pain and darkness
We don't bleed the same, I'm heartless
It got broken so many times, I stopped trying to fix it
Seeing my dad put the drink down, was the only thing on my wish list
But he couldn't, I guess I wasn't important enough for him to do that
Spent most my childhood, inside of a foster home, wondering where my dad was at
Would I have these problems, if my parents loved me and cared?
I prefer to sleep, because my life is nothing but ugly nightmares
I slept with so many girls, to feel a connection, but I couldn't love
They just get offended when I tell them I don't like hugs
But my parents never gave me a hug, and I can't hold you, while depression has a hold of me
I'm Haunted by demons, that are trying to claim the soul of me
I'm being haunted by demons I thought I'd buried
Depression is leading me to a dark place again and I'm worried
Suicidal thoughts I thought I moved past, came back with no remorse
I'm being tortured by depression, I'm tired of all these thoughts
Kaleidoscope
A gentle turn
changing colors, changing pattern
greet you live, fill your transfixed eyes
you can’t resist looking even if you may try.
A gentle move
changing feelings, changing groove
enchant you within, entice your heart
you can’t stop trying even in a new start.
A gentle twist
changing concerns, changing wish-list
enrich relationships close, please others
you don’t lose trying even if the mind dithers.
A gentle shake
changing vision, changing track
transform you, fulfill your empty life
you can’t stop doing even in times of strife.
A gentle tap
changing design, changing drape
morph the mind, build colored hope
you can’t desist looking in the kaleidoscope.
I have not started writing poems with Poetry Soup. My poetic journey began about ten years ago and on the way I published three books of poems. My first poem on Poetry Soup was Kaleidoscope posted on July 7, 2017 which was a POTD. This excited me beyond measure. I like the poem because our life is like a kaleidoscope with everything changing in response to whatever we do in the impermanent world. Over time I have been enriched as a poet by interacting with some very fine poets on PS and receiving their encouraging comments. I look forward to growing as a poet of substance by being associated with PS and being recognized through the Poetry Contests which I find very innovative, competitive and challenging.
My thought
The nature so beautiful
The world so enchanting
My poems flow from heart full
Of old songs of life pulsating.
Everything seems to collapse now
Like fragile designs in kaleidoscope
As ordained winds of change blow
I write poems of perennial hope.
The Poetry Soup gives me a scope
To take my say to sensitive people
The travails of life we painfully grope
The hope of new sun on poetic ripple.
August 31, 2017.