"longstanding" poems
who were they kidding, twas evident to the eye
who were they kidding, twas evident to the eye
a love connection did abide, longstanding of nature
a love connection did abide, longstanding of nature
twas evident to the eye, a love connection did abide
longstanding of nature, who were they kidding
in public careful they were, concealing a linkage
in public careful they were, concealing a linkage
a mishap would give them away, they played it safe
a mishap would give them away, they played it safe
in public careful they were, a mishap would give them away
they played it safe, concealing a linkage
why do they persist with a charade, truth is being honest
why do they persist with a charade, truth is being honest
feelings precious can be shown, covertness lacks integrity
feelings precious can be shown, covertness lacks integrity
truth is being honest, feelings precious can be shown
covertness lacks integrity, why do they persist with a charade
a mishap would give them away, a love connection did abide
twas evident to the eye, truth is being honest
why do they persist with a charade, who were they kidding
feelings precious can be shown, they played it safe
in public careful they were, covertness lacks integrity
concealing a linkage, longstanding of nature
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
a rapport of longstanding, e'er they are linked
a rapport of longstanding, e'er they are linked
she and he so in love, yet to the world they rebuff the fact
she and he so in love, yet to the world they rebuff the fact
e'er they are linked, yet to the world they rebuff the fact
a rapport of longstanding, she and he so in love
they use a ruse, all is out in the open
they use a ruse, all is out in the open
Dave has worked it out, cognizant of the clues
Dave has worked it out, cognizant of the clues
all is out in the open, cognizant of the clues
Dave has worked it out, they use a ruse
will they ever come clean, show the verification deed
will they ever come clean, show the verification deed
it's so obvious, deep and abiding their fondness
it's so obvious, deep and abiding their fondness
it's so obvious, show the verification deed
will they ever come clean, deep and abiding their fondness
they use a ruse, Dave has worked it out
a rapport of longstanding, it's so obvious
all is out in the open, she and he so in love
yet to the world they rebuff the fact, will they ever come clean
deep and abiding their fondness, cognizant of the clues
show the verification deed, e'er they are linked
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC
When the sun comes down, setting through my window
I feel contended while the dusk glows on my carpet.
There saw a phantom haunting the mirror, it was love at first sight.
But my phantom requests a new lover to conquer.
Through its grey haze I see every night,
An angel sailing through the night’s deep ocean
Draped in dark wraps of mystery, feline and fragile in motion.
Masking more about her than all can tell;
In havens strange she weathers storms ******
And holds some unreal lover in her eyes.
Or perhaps she walks this world unknown
Adrift like me, upon the depths of nights.
I glide back to the start, soaring with the angel,
Only to lose it in murky halo, appeased yet so alone.
Night revealing its symphony for the lovers, rain falling unbrokenly on the catacombs.
As night ripens black to become longstanding,
A longing, lifetime old, rose from grave deep within my emotions.
Considering to open myself to ceaseless night’
Seductive and soothing caresses, formed of ecstasy.
I see myself in the mirror, not enemy with the time-not anymore,
I put away all my pride for the phantom to breath into my heart.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
Splitting the framework of conceptualized demise, demanding council with the potential for immortality found in the roots of a proud, longstanding family tree.
Withdrawals worked out to pay off a longstanding debt with a beat down mentality housed and rehearsed for the sake of a sour state of mind, preserving faltering sainthood.
Ink stains used to stretch the page thin, scraping off fragments of the tatters of a foreign form of progress, denounced with age, but brought back around for a short bout of overtime.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
*bad designs have already been built.
on the verge of collapsing from all the guilt.
aged and longstanding no wonder we face the inevitably,
as what has been built will now dwindle away as ironically,
wilted petals will do the same,
disintegration of what we had is defamed,
a shattered frame never goes addressed,
with too many problems we just left,
but I guess maybe it was best.
we lost everything,
and still never learned anything.
we have nothing left to say.
just the rusted frame like our doorway,
we don't have to knock to be heard.
but watch your step so nobody gets burned.
because it hurts as memories flood in,
making you cry as tears scorch your skin,
you begin wondering what could of been.
and then you stop,
and drop into the doorway as you take the mats spot,
your the one fading into the wreckage,
sinking away fast before you can find a new direction.
Shattered and vanishing away,
but you never left the rusted doorway,
your looking to escape the battered zone,
you know your grown,
enough to handle the pain on your own.*
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC
Through my mind swim faint ideas--
Vague suggestions of calm reflections,
Bound by the weave of desire to inspire,
By creating a grand collection of perception.
But with senses jaded in dense pretense,
I can but jot some coarse epigram,
That will tickle the mind of a fickle aesthete,
But leave no longstanding, resounding verbatim.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 1:19 AM UTC
New ideas
My mind expanding
Better skills
My reach outstanding
New ideas
Success demanding
With my weakness
Notwithstanding
New ideas
For understanding
I now act
My powers commanding
With new ideas
Help I’m handing
Prosperity
For all longstanding
Apr 16, 2022
Apr 16, 2022 at 11:05 AM UTC
i would love
to leave the house.
walk downtown
in broad daylight
find a cute coffee shop
to haunt
*(with my notebooks i'd never
notice any lack of internet connection)*
stroll along the moonlit
shore
dip my toes in the water
off the dock
*(the only thing i'll take
advice from is a lake)*
read books
all afternoon
in the stilted quiet
of the public library
*(perhaps pay off my longstanding
fine like a responsible adult)*
go shopping for a
brand new skirt
worn once or twice
by someone else
*(and i swear i would dance
in the rain until it was soaked)*
find some kind of local
museum that nobody really
cares about and go look at
something antiquated
*(or i suppose i could just stay
in the secondhand shop attic)*
go into a music store and
play all my worst melodies
on their guitars and ukuleles
until they kicked me out
*(the discomfort on the other patron's
faces would be worth the humiliation)*
oh yes
i would love
to leave the house
and i would love
to do it
alone.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
You won't remember all the fuss you
cause, my precious microcosm
This strange bewildering exhausting
global economy you dwell in
Apparently the lease expired and your time has come
Driven by grievance more than strategy
It sets the stage for fireworks and confusion
In one dizzying morning into afternoon
I'm searching for who to blame
Histories on the episode may well spend a chapter on
your mother's unhinged notions née crazy talk
It becomes clear in real time how the risks
of an escalating trade war
give a centimeter, take a centimeter
And the fraying of longstanding ties
Could quickly outpace the ability to evict you
As your mother, the normal first responder
to your distress, I can do
Absolutely nothing about it but push
In what seems a shoot-first approach to such
a delicate moment
The escalation, the unpredictability, the erratic
nature of developments
Is central to what is going on
Something is breaking
That something is me!
Our world is on edge
Looking for a sign of what to do next
The labor market drops and you're crowned
a royal pain
Peace is found, it's proportional
And by all measures you're quite hale
quite beautiful!
This offsets the damage of a messy exit
The disconnect I incessantly prayed for offers
melancholy over relief
In our opening act you're already moving
away from me
While the female body is a powerful tool
It cannot provide a settled rule book for
such internal battle
Still, this adventure, scary and catastrophic as
it was, is well-suited to the wonders that I am
For that I'm grateful to my Creator
The lesson of the last several hours is that forces are unfolding
that we can't do much to contain
We're merely nesting passengers en route to
a foreign destination
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 6:00 PM UTC
Anchored, old oak tree
Admirable without fig,
Solace from your shade.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
The ice cold chocolate milkshake and the longstanding dichotomy of poet philosopher , musician and painter
Socrates would make a point as to it's rightful owner , questioning whether or not it was even a cold , sweet drink
Dylan would make it the focal point of a tune about a small town eatery
Picasso would paint a story of deliciousness mired in loneliness
Randolph would pick it up with both hands and gulp it down
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
EROS : body
every teen show I ever watched that set up love
daydreams
PHILIA : mind
the ideas spouted by happiness in one quick moment
my brothers when we laugh until we cry (and every other memory of them)
AGAPE : soul
innocence of newborns
breathing fresh air
STORGE: child
my mom crying because she’s proud of me
comforting hugs from her
LUDUS: playful
small animals
every time I talk to you
PRAGMA: longstanding
things that have
yet to come
PHILAUTIA: self
what I learned to do two years ago
everything I want to give to you (no one can give it to you but yourself)
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
she kneels
and she kiss
grasshopper
she fight
to be
fluent
in longstanding
interruptions
she father
the skirted
issue
she make for mother
no baby
but tends
an entry
in
its travelogue
she not wear
anything
under
her clothes, tells me
she pray
to headcase
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
this morning I'm wearing
a rather longish frown
as one of my favorite sites
has unexpectedly shut down
they gave no advance warning
of being off air
last night when I went there
everything was looking fair
panic and horror have struck
at the pit of my gut
twill my beloved site remain
forever shut
others who visit this domain
are also under much strain
they are feeling
a most terrible pain
the site management
haven't yet answered my emails
would seem that all communication
is as slow as a troop of snails
not one word have I heard
from the other end
the whole situation
has driven me around the bend
not being able to gain
access to my longstanding account
hath been so upsetting
and so hard to surmount
a most trying start to the day
one has had to endure
the site being down
without any sign of a cure
later this Wednesday evening
one shall hop online
to see if the site is traveling
in a manner fine
one must be hopeful
of the domain running along well
then one shall have admittance
into its oyster shell
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
climbing this path, i am still.
pausing to seek breathing slows,
wings unfurl as burdens drop
and here is Truth calling my name.
pulled into the arms of the Lover of my soul
the fear and fighting begin to ebb.
whisper to me the who of my being;
remove from my side the thorn of when.
open my eyes to the quiet retreat of darkness,
my heart and my hands to a new embrace:
family begotten of trials, tears and wounds
bound up by outstretched arms and words of grace.
though the moment be fleeting soft and bright
or longstanding steadfast with a quiet glow,
i know as i trip barefoot down
this is true Home where i shall return.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
The trees sway; they bend not break
I wished I had been the same
The rustling leaves, my counterpart
I wish I had their strength at heart
I wished I could be so longstanding
Still their sighs feel understanding
Giants, behemoths; they sit and watch
The world go by, almost untouched
Unchanged except by the seasons;
I know my freefall had its reasons
I wish my heart had remained warm
With their power to weather the storm
But I broke, like some tender sapling
I stopped caring about futile things
I'm fragile, but I wish I were strong:
The curse of a life gone wrong
Or is it wrong; am I wasting youth
Or can I regrow as a willow, pruned
In spring can I echo their budding shoots
Will I ever learn to put down roots
And create some form of stability;
I wish the world had not broken me
I wish I could stand as tall as they
The trees who guard, sentinels of day
And in a way, I wish I was like them
Not fuelled by anger and the rage of men
I have been hurt and was too weak
It echoes in every word I speak
But like a seedling I need protection
To grow and change, to find direction
I need food and safety just like those
Trees need water, light, air to grow
They plant deep enough to own the earth
By sticks and stones they are not hurt
No words can break their cool demeanor
I wish I could become a believer
In calm and spirits, not racing fire
I wish I was not driven higher
By desire, the race to become worthwhile;
The madness haunted me as a child
I saw the trees; I am not the same
I live in mist, shadows and games
I play with flame and brush with death
It's a wonder there is anything left
Of me, but eyes to envy the trees
And hear some calling in the breeze.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 5:46 AM UTC
Standing over me while i sleep
Handing me the pain i don't want
Commanding me to stay inside
Demanding i lay here alone
Branding me with these scars
Stranding me alone on an island of tears
Expanding darkness in my mind
Longstanding upset
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC