Long Yearning Poems
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“Not even with a mask or 6 feet.
OK, 6 feet is military protocol.
You’re trying to get the people to train them
so when the cameras,
the 5G come out,
when they’re going to scan everybody.
We got to get scanned,
we got to get temperatured,
the kids have to go to school with masks.”
She posited a question
that she might have been asked herself.
“Are you insane?
Are you crazy?
I think all of you should
be in a psych ward right the heck now
. Because none of you,
none of you know
what the hell you a
re talking about.
This is insane.
And then you want to
open the meeting with a prayer to God.
Are you praying to the devil?
Because God
is not listening to that prayer.
Because all of you are
practicing the devil’s love.”
“What happened to Bill Gates?
Why is he not in jail?
Why is Hillary Clinton not in jail?
Why are all these pedophiles that are demanding
you all to listen to their rules,
why are they not in jail?
Why is Obama not in jail
What about Joe Biden
And Hunter Biden too
And Obama gate
And don’t forget Bhenzai
Why are all these pedophiles that are demanding
you all to listen to their rules,
why are they not in jail?
Do you take your orders from Jeffry Epstein?
“Oh, is it because you’re part of them?…
Oh, is it because you’re art part of them
Are you reptilian shapeshifters
The deep state is going down
and if any of you are in the deep state,
you’re going down with it.”
“I’d like to say, in the beginning God
formed man out of the earth
and breathed his breath in him
and he became a living soul,
“Oh, is it because you’re part of them?…
The deep state is going down
and if any of you are in the deep state,
you’re going down with it.”
“I’d like to say, in the beginning
God formed man out of the earth
and breathed his breath in him
and he became a living soul,
“Where do you derive
the authority to regulate human breathing?”
“I have many questions
about your degrees
and what you really know,
because what you say is the political dogma
that they’re trying to shove down our throats
on every commercial and every store,
and it’s disgusting,”
And I’m sorry, ma’am,
but I don’t think you are worthy of your credentials
and I would ask suggestively
that you go back to school and get educated.”
Whisper affection
Through my dreams, my feelings
Laughter through my heart
Inspiration through my spirit
And kindness that is generous
Giving out joy, hope and love
All the gifts sent from above
Breathe a song
Of light and love, creativity
Through my soul, my beliefs
Send insights through melodies
Across my thoughts, my mind
Healing, helping, hoping
Awakening pleasure on the inside
Kiss away all my tears and fears
With assurance that my faith
Will sustain me – with wisdom
And prayer, yearning for peace
That surpasses all understanding
Serenity that comes from heaven
Dancing on the heart who listens
Know that God has the answers
All you need to do is ask Him
He will guide you across the sadness
Into the heart of hope and gladness
Filling your thoughts with motivation
Assurance that He will accept you
Give you a home in heaven, forever!
"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it..." E.E. Cummings
The sparkling dawn veneers my heart’s horizon with color,
spreads the sunburst tinges of my timeless yearning,
paints a golden garden blooming with luster of my love,
unfurls the facsimile of your astral floral face I adore.
The patina of radiant rose flushes your cherubic cheeks,
glitters with the grandeur of resplendent pearls of dew,
rhapsody ripples in the mesmeric meadow of my mind,
your heart becomes mine, in the ether of euphoria I float.
In vivacious vale of mind contoured by your charisma,
as I carve an ardent conduit of longing to reach you,
the fervent cloud of my craving melts in a torrent,
makes my love for you a cascading stream I swim.
Flowing with the current of your charismatic allure,
my possessed passion sails to the moonlit bay of bliss,
where your love weaves the lattice of stars in my sky,
in my heart the shine of enchanting sequins I preserve.
Some are mothers, reflections of love
Poured out on children who abide in hope
Remembering that Mary, the mother of Jesus,
Gave us all a sense of the wonder uncovered
By the women who give their hearts to children
Some are wives who give their husbands
Their hearts, their blessings, their kindness
Like Ruth, the Moabite, who was great-grandmother
To the King after God's own heart, David,
Who played such a great role in the lineage of Jesus
Some are followers of the King of Kings
Those who know He is the best there is
Believers who give their entire lives to Him
Like Mary Magdalene, who Jesus healed and who
Was also the first witness of His resurrection
Some are women who love with all they have
Through joy and pain, in spite of everything
Giving all their lives to their beloved
Like Rachel who knew what is was to be childless
Sharing her beloved with her sister, Leah
Some are women who have a desperate yearning,
Like Hannah, who yearned for a child of her own
She prayed, promising to give her son back to the Lord
When Samuel, her son, anointed King David,
He gave the entire world a new direction toward redemption
Some are women who fall into great sin
Like Eve, the mother of Cain and Abel
She was deceived by the enemy of us all,
And changed the entire fate of mankind
Including the way we would live in this life
Some are like Deborah, who was a judge of her time
Others, like Esther, who changed the heart of the King
Some are like Miriam, prophetess and Moses' sister
Others, like Sarah, who had Isaac at 90 years of age
Some are like Elizabeth, who bore John the Baptist.
Then, there is Priscilla, who was a powerful church leader
Also, there was Mary who was sister of Lazarus
And, Martha who was rebuked by Jesus so her sister,
Mary, could sit at the Master’s feet and hear His words
All the women of the Bible were strong and blessed
By the One who gave each one of us the chance to have
A personal relationship with Jesus, our Lord and Savior
The One who taught all women that they could be a light
Guiding others through the darkness, into His grace
Praise God for women of the Bible and women of today
Who share the faith that Jesus is the only way!
TRIBUTE TO WOMEN Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
March 23, 2022
I have learned that silence can sometimes feel like a room with no doors and yet some how still keep searching for meaning inside its shape Yearning for eternal rest not as an ending, but as forgetting the weight of being seen.
As I slip into the void of endless black, I do not fall so much as dissolve into thoughts I never said out loud.
There are voices I still carry deep inside me Your acidic tongue drips venom, and I learned how words can bruise without even touching skin.
Still, I stayed longer than I should have, mistaking damage for depth, mistaking that longing for love.Love that seeps from curling words into a floundering bloodstream and I feel it even now how something tender can travel through pain and I still insist on surviving.
I do not know what am becoming, only that I am no longer who I was when I began.
And maybe that is the quiet truth of it all to not escape, not arriving but continuing with everything still echoing inside me Am drowning quietly
It starts with a whisper, a subtle invite,
A thrill,a relief, that feels just right.
But slowly it tightens, day after day,
Turning bright hopes into shades of gray.
The mirror cracks- eyes lose their gleam,
Chasing comfort in a haunted dream.
Relationships fray,trust fades away,
And laughter grows quieter with each passing day.
Time ticks, and the soul begins to bend,
Yearning for freedom that never seems to end.
But beneath the ashes, a spark can still glow-
Recovery whispers," It's time to let go."
There's pain, There's healing and paths to regain,
Through storms may echo with guilt and shame.
Addiction steals, but it does not define-
There's strength in the fight, and hope by design.
Soul's Cry
My soul is crying out,
A silent, desperate plea.
A cry for understanding,
For peace and harmony.
The world is full of turmoil,
A sea of sorrow and pain.
My soul is crying out,
A call for change again.
I see the suffering,
The turmoil and despair.
My soul is crying out,
For someone to care.
The pain is all around me,
It's suffocating, so.
My soul is crying out,
It's yearning to know.
To know the reason,
The purpose, the plan.
My soul is crying out,
Can someone understand?
The world is full of beauty,
Of love and of light.
My soul is crying out,
For the darkness to fight.
To fight for what's right,
To stand up and be strong.
My soul is crying out,
With a hopeful, bold song.
The song fades,
As a shadow looms near.
The darkness falls,
And my soul's cry is gone.
I feel the emptiness,
The void that has been left.
My soul is no longer singing,
The silence is deafening.
But in my heart,
I know the truth remains.
My soul's cry may be gone,
But it's left its mark, unchanged.
The mark of hope and faith,
The mark of love and light.
These marks are in my heart,
And they will never die.
Though my soul's cry is silenced now,
Its legacy will last.
The echo of its song,
Resounds in my heart, at last.
My soul may be quiet,
But its song will always be.
A song of strength and courage,
A song of you and me.
©® Coker Favour A.
BEING HUMAN
Benevolent but bedeviled by his demons
Eternally yearning for salvation yet
Intrinsically entangled in a web of self-delusion
Neither able to adopt the earth nor earn the heaven
Garnering good deeds and scattering to the winds;
Human with beastly instincts; godly with an evil streak
Universally perceptive but is narcissist in nature,
Man is made in the image of God, resident of the paradise
Above all creatures, meant to walk upright
Neither to be fooled nor foiled yet tethered to moh-maya*.
(*Hedonism)
~"Being Human" Acrostic contest by John Hamilton
The universal yearning to be famous
or heap together masses of monedes
mean zip to me. My id’s an ignoramus.
So own your games of thrones, your maravedis.
Your Florida is Phobos, Denver, Deimos:
your Aspen’s asinine, your Hamptons, Hades.
The rutting writ no longer runs, to tame us:
Pam Blondie you can keep, and likewise ladies
who once manipulated that mandamus -
your Slinky Susies and your Sultry Sadies.
So what remains? It needs no Nostradamus!
The three of us, and Guinness, in O’Grady’s -
my friend and brother, Fighting Irish Seamus:
my little Spanish missus, named Mercedes.
Conservatives and Liberals
By Franklin Price
2/12/2016
Conservatives and Liberals
Make me madder every day
Meet somewhere in the middle
You don't have to have your way
Should have consideration
For the country as a whole
Always sticking to your guns
Won't save your selfish soul
Seems to me you've not a clue
What this country's all about
Makes me want to stomp my feet
Pull my hair and cuss and shout
The way the polls are going
Seems I'm not the only one
To get rid of the establishment
Is how the voting has begun
Get rid of the do-nothings
The ones who won't agree
Hope this move won't take us down
We're just yearning to breathe free
The royalty is falling
They were never meant to be
To replace them with the same kind
Is not in the cards for me
If you're voting this election
And want to end it with a smile
Vote for independent thinkers
Who will cross the party aisle