Long Wishful Poems
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If wishes fell like rain ~ then certainly I am the storm – Anonymous
Starry eyed dreamer
Filled with insight into joy
She colors the heavens
In azure laughter
Shining hues of compassion
Floating through the sky
In moments, rays break through
The dawn mists inspiration
Through the twisting ideas
Flowing into whispered tenderness
Flavoring the sunrise
With overwhelming smiles
Joyful lights that sooth the soul
With breaths of kindness
Shades of pure gold
Rain falls softly in the silence
Beating out a rhythm
Losing all thought of fear
Within the hazy harmony
Which sighs in the aroma of thrills
Joy portrays the happiness
Discovered in a touch of hope
Alive inside the faith that pours out
Delight through a heavy heart
One who beats with yearning for love
Wishes murmur through the spirit
Sending out verses of life
Energizing the inner truth, the fire
That ignites a flame of desire
Passionate poetry filled with vision
Moonbeams leave a weightless trail
Footprints echoing a prayer
For adoration which frees the mind
To reveal love for tomorrow
Faith and hope for God’s promises
Morning brief
Not much to say;
Touching aftermath
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Passing clouds
Candy floss chit-chat;
Without a word
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Lovers in the park
Saturday evening trysts;
Cheery revival
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Free-and-Easy
Way to go;
Redundant tour guide
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Aloha Hawaii
Polynesian fare;
Smiles surfing free
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Fly away now
Missionary quest;
Overseas homework
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Complains surge
No much change;
Wishful thinking
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Here and there
Notice the debris;
Broken spirits loiter
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Lost souls loiter
Shackled by fate;
Seemingly hopeless
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And when he died
So much sorrow;
Now an urban legend
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Sweet sexy swirl
Curves curl cute;
Vital statistics flaunt
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Children at play
Power struggles start;
Parent referees
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Leon Enriquez
18 May 2015
Singapore
Let laughter ring, for here comes Spring.
With warbling birds we gaily sing.
As wizened Winter turns and goes,
March promptly puffs her cheeks and blows!
The Old Man’s gone. . . we’re rollicking
when next comes April frolicking
behind spry March. Her visage glows.
Let laughter ring.
Then Spring a climax sweet will bring.
There at the Maypole, in a ring,
are fetching maids in pretty clothes.
And bounteous the sun now grows
as June appears; . . Spring’s had her fling.
Let laughter ring!
Jan. 4, 2014
(Here comes Spring: I know , I know, wishful thinking!!)
My breath
in the cool
morning
is visible
and
escapes
into
the still
dark
of the
early
morning
This prayer
still resonates in my mind
playing
back like
a broken record
screaming
but no sound
escapes
phonographic
suicide
stuck
in this place of wishful thinking
and
stuck to this tragic fate
my sighs
drip down
off window panes
with
which plop
on
dead grass
thats peeking
out its tufted head
that is
covered in white
snow
which
together with the morning dew
with
my sighs
in one sip
will
lead
to
drinking
as my thirst for
life
my one addiction
is what
im
continually
looking for
and
my toes
begin to tingle
as i lose feeling
to the
lower extremities of my body
My shoulders
tense with
a dull ache
numb
then
a fire
creeping
through
my veins
pours warmth
over
my blue lips
and
i am
so
cold
that
I wonder
will fire
ever stop this shaking?
I shore up my doubt, behind a loosely bound hope
Which in turn is propped up without foundation
Cynical of a life, at the mercy of luck
Collateral damage feeds my reservation
I shore my up tomorrow with what I see today
Without conspiracy or investigation
I place trust in all that’s completely unfettered
For fear, I’m left to this present resignation
I shore up my life with whatever came before
Not hindsight or academic education
The oblivion traversed until I was born
Strings along primal echoes of information
I shore up my conscious with bliss and ignorance
Interspersed with indifference on occasion
It’s not I don’t care about suffering and death
Rather, I’m desensitised by their pervasion
I shore up my denial with an open mind
Which is nothing except raw interpretation
This planet spins correctly, even though tilted
Not by wishful thinking, but strange gravitation
I shore up my boredom, trying to fall asleep
When really tired, will attempt hibernation
Anything to forget this human condition
After remembering, I’m long past salvation
I shore up my heaven, by creating a hell
Balance looks more appealing, in an equation
Gaze upon purgatory, and share what I see
Not because I’m kind, it’s more my destination
I shore up my poem by claiming it’s my own
But in truth, it’s an open collaboration
I conspire with the musings of all that’s unclear
They dwell inside me, in flawless aberration
- - - - - - -
(And as the sky darkened I heard these words)
better to face hell alone ~ than bring the whole world along for the ride
said the moon eclipsing the sun ~ who replied son I’m right behind you
By
David Kavanagh
All the noisy critters, warblers and the morning, young horse rider
have taken with them spring's harmony;
no longer can galloping beats and songbirds make this black, forest
echo with their delightful sounds of felicity;
winter has indeed stripped it of every beam of light and lovely flower.
That handsome troubadour who came from France was happy,
too anxious to get to Florence and live in courts of prosperity
and galloping on the unpaved roads below the majestic Alps
never thought of his mademoiselle who was also dreaming,
drifting to places where true romance lived in sincere hearts,
but sadly this was done on wishful thinking
from a rose-bloomed balcony as Juliet did...
without the intention of ever being wed;
hear her loud cry, " Troubadours don't remain faithful
for long...their desire for adventure makes all null! "
From that castle where noisy ravens gathered,
and shrilled, Marie with tearful eyes looked
over the enchanting black forest dullest than a grey, swelling cloud
which blocked the sunlight from entering her cold window
not frequented by a thrush that stayed behind
for unknown reasons and took shelter in the tower below;
" Poison is a sweet drink and when one is denied love! " she declared.
Copyright ( c ) 20015 by Andrew Crisci
Motivate
I have been carrying a planet on my back for so long, it’s still trying;
Because every time I make it to near the top of Mount Mind,
I am destroyed; taken from mine.
A seed falls from a leaf,
As a once upon a time witness,
To the being that was, or is, or could be me.
I am stood here waiting for a reason to carry on;
But I cannot carry a world when I stand alone as one.
So I will share my burdens with you all;
Help me to help another, or help another,
If you hear them call.
We all need good neighbours,
I must get to know mine,
But time flies!
People lose belief in everything,
Shaded beneath the mango tree.
Nothing even matters anyway; right?
I just cannot see a way into the light.
I cannot motivate, nor can I hate,
When all I feel is in view for you to rate.
I cannot motivate myself to improve my health;
I need help to find a better way to leave this Hell.
Eating better, but still smoking;
I would laugh, but I’m not joking.
Fictional love behind the steering wheel.
Driving force in need of being healed.
We begin again too many times to make a difference.
Waiting on your world too many times to be of any consequence.
I took control of my own life,
By taking down the fences.
Waiting on your world to change.
Your TV no longer shows happy days,
When I am in need of being mended.
Waiting on a world,
Whilst I am trapped inside your zoo.
Without loving words we will remain as two,
When we should be as one;
Not gone.
One thought, one mind;
A sign of the times should shine.
Sing the sad tunes and remain in the dunes;
The claws in your back has not and will not be removed.
Skin too tough to ever be just right.
Life is our basic instinct.
The caged minds hide all their sunlight.
One move, one fall and all this goes away;
Away into eternal night.
This is no time for wishful thinking.
This is the only chance I have to live this life.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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All aboard the sky-bound train riding rails and beams
Buy a ticket for the wishful ride and capture all your dreams
If your chance does come, catch the train of youth
Make sure you ride a window seat, not the end caboose
The time of our childhood passing, no way of going back
Comfort in the feeling your dreams remain on track
As you look out the window, that's when you start to think
Of how fast time passes, barely time to blink
Your train is loading, with family members and very close friends
They've decided to ride with you to the very end
It's a very long train that curves around the bend
All aboard the train of life, all tickets to the end
It's a twenty-four-hour ride that consumes every day
Every car a year of life you've passed along the way
As you move from car to car, some people will regret
The loss of loving friends; others you may forget
This train runs on your memories of times that passed you by
You can't change your destination regardless of what you try
The conductor is a friendly soul with nothing much to say
Collecting tickets from lost souls all along the way
Climb aboard, my dear friends, and take your pleasure ride
We'll find out together what's on the other side
Clouds have formed, and the sky becomes a very peaceful scene
Grab yourself a window seat and ride the train of dreams.
Lpickard
March 2022
Lost in a fantasy, eager to make it reality.
Tangled in emotions, too oblivious to see.
How desperate I was for a taste of your love,
all those nights I begged to the one up above.
I sit and swallow the liquid that makes the pain momentarily disappear.
I let myself become incoherent, for there’s no one’s voice I want to hear.
Dazed and lost, I drown in my own thoughts.
Seems to me I’m in a battle that I’ve already fought.
I am unsure if it’s made me stronger or slowly deteriorating me inside.
The wall around my heart is not yet sturdy, and I failed to protect my mind.
I care so much, but yet my heart is becoming cold.
The games, the lies, and deceit are getting old.
I don’t have time for the foolishness, I have too much to give.
To be mislead and only given portions of a person is not the way I want to live.
I have too much to offer and too much to share.
I refuse to invest so much time and emotion on someone who doesn’t care.
However, I tend to find myself in that situation.
The monster that lies within my heart was nothing but my own creation.
I fed myself wishful thoughts and fairytales.
I continued to do so, knowing my heart might be struck with a nail.
I begin to think I'll never learn.
Oh that feeling of being content is something that I yearn.
I imagine it as
the embodiment of
the scent of despair
Or the sting of gloom
On a sore tongue
It slithered into my
unsuspecting mind's eye
I felt its chill crawl down my spine
I thought someone had
just walked upon my grave
when this furious rattling started
Akin to a miffed serpent's tail
A flurry blur of rapid motion
Quivering wildly through my mind
Like a bony twig's last leaf
That bravely flutters with vigor
In protest against the wind
which shoulders the burden of
autumn's periodic shedding spree
Its relentless frantic fit of frenzy
Drives my mind into a prison of terror
Where shivers of impending doom
Torment my cowering soul
All of a sudden the storm abates
It decides to fade away
Disappearing into the fog of confusion
Now swirling around and clouding
My perplexed subconscious
When I finally come to
Wishful thinking takes over
trying to soothe my bruised ego
If only this, if only that, o if only
If only I had latched onto its tail...
Hindsight is an awful time keeper
Always later than late!
But all the same if only...
I could have made it hold still
for a moment
Just long enough for me to
behold the truth of its nature
I wonder if it was even real
Might just have been a spooked
mind's twisted idea of a brain fart
Thoughts race my mind in its wake
And to this day I still wonder
What exactly was that!!???
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