Long Wishes Poems
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Bonanza of shamrocks will soon blanket Green Acres...
where Lassie free to run across petco junction
All across the webbed
wide esse Scott's landed wold
emerald green Trifolium
carpets harbor untold
burrows of tiny Leprechauns clover
(leaf) ways grant trifold
wishes if captured might
divulge pot of gold
at rainbow's end, and e'en mend
yar shoes, whence re: souled,
thence tread softly beneath subthreshold
of audibility, cuz unseen universe
hapts tubby microscopically rolled
with subterranean inhabited by Lilliputian
mischievous impish beings
(about bajillion holed
up could fill the Taj Mahal) even donned with
heavy coat protecting them
(usually men) against cold
yet frolic with reel delight jiggling
with inborn instinct exhibit twofold
talent to dance with modesty
downplaying (while fiddling)
analogous to some roof fiend
averse tubby extolled,
nonetheless, their popular
doth soar, and grievously scold
persistent myth anchored with toehold,
and thus do not indulge
pruriently with pixies considerably dulled,
since libido practically nonexistent told
me (under oath of
confidentiality), one Grunwald
trusted yours truly, the secrete
will not leak out,
nor spread like slime mold,
this descendant of Lemuel Gulliver
who schleps across the webbed wide wold.
Yours truly (an average
height and weight size ways)
nondescript grown
male munching kin
stands a little less than threefold
larger than full grown homunculi.
Rumor monger kickstarter
Matthew Scott Harris
posits nontrue tidbit
regarding rock 'n' roll star
who (name unmentioned)
became the most influential
musicians across the universe,
with estimated record sales
of around 600 million
as of two thousand twenty blank.
Imp possible mission
to see non elfish (pressed) lee
160 years after his Irish ancestor
crossed the Atlantic
curling his left lip,
whereby convalescing, peep ping auld
timers cavorting wax nostalgic with
itty bitty whippersnappers,
averse to any outliers,
whether hirsute or bald
an honest to goodness painstaking effort
initially stymied friendship proffered, a cold
reception eventually bedecked
hall of the mountain king
(while sharing diet of worms)
deep under verdantly
festooned knolls of Eire land.
Mom cradled the moment
as she cradled her child,
at sixteen silent words .. spoken
A lullaby through weeping red tears
as she cradled her child,
hope in his honey brown eyes fears
Melting her soul with pleading eyes
as she cradled her child,
where hugs of love never to rise
Echoes of lull empty heart tears brought forth
as she cradled her child,
eyes closed rocking back and forth at his birth
Song sung blue one more time do flow
as she cradled her child,
birthday cake and wishes, lilies grow
7/2/2016
not for contest inspired by Julia Ward Cradling the Moment - Poetry Contest
and her poem;Mamma
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/mamma_804806
At the end of the day
I'm still at the same place
At the end of the day
I'm still wishing to rewrite the stars
At the end of the day
I couldn't befriend the odds
You never know
If we could go on forever
You never know
where the bright lights hide
You never know
If we could ever reach the magical jungle
It finally ended
And there's no looking back
It finally ended
But not my wishes and ambition
It finally ended
But some of those people never changed
This end is actually a new journey
And you've got no reason to be afraid
So this time, embrace the unknown
And get ready to dive in the sea of possibilities
Eternal buzz of voices, heard by the wind
Stilling the music of yesterday,
Reassuring the soul has a friend
Breathless music of hers and his, in amazing
Stories, poetry and senses, embracing
Kissing away the melancholic wounds, feelings
Dazed by the night who is no substitute
Inspiring colors, in whispers of light
Softly flow from yesterday throughout paradise,
Rising in blending wishes for grace and ghostlike
Psalms, blessings remembered by the fall,
When wind feels like a promise of what is meant
By gentle and honest, gratitude’s permission
To erase the past with its heavy grasp,
Warming by the fires of wonder found when
One heart discovers the meaning of a kiss…
Is it the river of feelings, flowing, knowing
That wind through the spirit,
Awakening the music of a passion, sensations
Alluring, assuring, enthusiastic as trust
Washing the heart in grace, and feeding the feelings
Like faith who is absorbed by the way
Hearts heal when God’s love stills the spirit,
Resting His calm, like a clear pool of unforgettable,
To the tune of eternal truth, easing away the shadows,
Filling the soul with sincerity, serenity, silence
In peace, two wishes find the music that sees
Through the darkness to the destiny,
Believe, just believe, and receive what God brings
When He sends His ultimate beautiful, His music
In the seeds of lasting wonder, a muse
The feelings who grow and continue on, forever
Wiping away the tears and the fears,
All the past’s melancholy and bitterness
With light that frees the spirit,
Considers what has been and leaves a watermark
Of what it means to be free… free at last,
Because, in God’s grasp, there comes a true freedom…
Free as the wind and the sea,
Free as the music that resonates
With a feeling that can only be stirred
By two who know, with God at the center
This wonder will continue on… forever and ever,
Love that causes the wind to vibrate, to babble
The words of a love song, a fire burning
Like the promise of everlasting – free as the knowing
Love knew, all along, love knew the song
Freeing those who simply blow their kisses
In rhythms of praise, just praise, praise the One
Who brings love it’s light, brings hope its sight,
Brings faith its everlasting fight…
Sing the song, it’s a love song – God is strong
God will sing along, because God’s love is never wrong!
Do you remember our old kites
With their yarn-tied knots
Taking to the skies
As we ran through the fields?
Do you remember when they lifted
From broken threads
Vanishing into the lungs of the sky?
I remember almost nothing from that time
I don't know what I ate or drank
But I remember the kites flying away
Leaving a void in our poor small souls
Now, after I've lived my life as best I could
I've left it all, my friend
Everything
Call me what you want
With your rational speech
I care for nothing
Nothing can help
I'm wandering downhearted through the skies
Looking for those runaway kites
They're like erased wishes
Ones I've missed all my life
Making me feel that I could never be
The one I wanted to be
MY IGNORANCE REFUSES ME TO ALLOW
SOUNDS AND WORDS TO BE SEEN AS SIMPLY SONGS
OR THE INSPIRATIONS TO A SONG
WE RATHER REGERST THEM TO TROUBLE THE PEOPLE
SPOKE THE WICKED PERSON.
THE REED SOMBRE WORST
THE BACKTIN SEEK CURE SUMB
SPEAK YE AS MINE
THAT YE SHALL AND MAKE WORDS FOR ME TO SPEAK
AND I SHALL SING THEM WITH
YOUR LOVER IN LIUE OF YOU
AND YOU SHALL HURT FROM HER LACK OF CONCERN.
DAMNEST ME MIGHT YOU WITH YOUR WOMAN.
SHE THAT WISHES ME .
TO SPITE YOU I SHALL BE HER LOVER
AND YOU SHALL CHORE AS HER KEEPER.
AND I SHALL STAND ABOVE YOU WHILE YOU SLEEP.
TO KISS YOU AS THE PERSON YOU ARE.
MAKE YOU MY ENED FOE. THAT I SHALL HAVE YOU TO
AS I HAVE HAD HER.
THAT YOUR COMPLICATED CIRCUMSTANCE SHALL
MAKE YOU WEAK, AND YOUR NEED FOR LOVE
SHALL HAVB YOU IN STRANGE PLACES.
TO BE GOSSIP FOR THOSE WHO THINK YOU BETTER.
SO THEY CAN SPEAK THE WORDS THAT THEY WISH
ABOUT YOU.
Jesus has The Last Supper
While man yearns for the last wish
To be fulfilled in life time
In old age
Wow
He wants to travel round the world
What a splendid idea
A lot of money spend
Pouring out like running tap water
To see the different places under the same sky
To see the different people under the same roof
To read the different people of the same residence,the earth
Either still far away from hell or heaven
We live happily because Jesus has his Last Supper
We leave happily maybe after we have our last wish
Being granted too
We have our own wishes and desires to be fulfilled
Is hard to distinguish and choose one
For the last wish
As we're are not as saintly as Jesus
As we commemorated Him
For man's love is selfish and unique
Still full of sin
Mornings, light and smiling
Coffee brewing, black
Meat frying in a cast iron skillet
Grease, flour and milk, stirred together
Gravy poured over steaming biscuits
Granny’s breakfast – typically
Grown to life from a wood cookstove
Noon, gentle sunshine
Picking cornfield beans, breaking
The beans and then washing them
Placing them into a vessel, a pot
Seasoned with pork - fatback
Cooking over the sweaty heat
Of that stove where oak and birch
Smoked with flames of dripping
Perspiration falling from faces
Who were encouraged to listen
With wistful wishes warming
Hearts who know Granny’s garden
Will sustain the whole lot of a family
From the Appalachian mountains
Evening, flickering fireflies
Dancing through the night
Flavoring the heart with joy
As the porch swing squeaks to life
Reminding the heart that loves
Lives here, amid the beans and trees
The biscuits and pork drippings
Grease for gravy, seasonings
And the mind just a bit gladder
Because there is this devotion
Family with foundations of love
Brought to life by His presence
It is their faith that awakens
The mind, the heart, the soul
To the light that survives the test
Of time, of memories, of sighs
In the air of reminiscence, memory
Breathing music through the night
Singing praise to the God of love
The reason for all that delights
The wonder of a prayer satisfied
To the memory – this is the good life!
u CHOOSE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Theme chosen - 15.Love
April 9, 2022
The zenith of my prime has come and gone
and here I sit and wait my setting sun
with dreams and wishes longing to come true
I won't lie down in death till they are through
I've yet to taste the glory of those lips
of love divine, I've only taken sips
the Warrior Princess, yet remains inside
a seething muse that I am forced to hide
I've yet to write the world into a rhyme
to go on after me, defying time
I've yet to travel to enchanted place
and live a thousand lives and dance with grace
I've yet to swim like mermaid in the sea
with not a single thing to cover me
I've yet to lie on sands in twilight hue
to feel the naked rush of feelings new
I've yet to sing my song and feel the praise
of hands that lift me high and lights that daze
I've yet to gaze upon what eyes adore
my gypsy heart has treasure still in store
And so, this pain that dwells in me yet screams:
"You must not die until you've lived your dreams.
Uncover dreams: bring every one to light
Oh, live and love and blaze before the night
“We have two lives, and the second begins when we realize we only have one.” - Quote by Confucius
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It is at this time of
the year I clearly gaze
longer, searching for
serenity in my home
I have inherited
40 cartons of books
on literature,
Dewey sorted, dusted, rare
I have collected
stationery too
much to be true, many
unused, many of no use
I even bought ten
trendy books on art
of decluttering but
failed to read them through and through
Cluttered mind races.
I sit with my soul
in lotus pose feeling
at home in my cluttered home