Posts tagged with "poetry"
Wednesday, 12. March 2008, 04:10:41
sin, dark, hate, Maree Long
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HATE
Hate will make you bitter
from the inside, out
Hate will make you whither
for all the lies you spout
Hate that once your friend
will bring you to your knees bitter end
Hate will become your enemy
for all of your complacancy
so quickly remove the garment
let your heart breath the light
remove the darken sackcloth
and let the evil flee from sight
HATE, HATE, HATE,
I hate, wicked tongue of evil state
HATE, HATE, HATE
I hate, you with a vegence
that my wickered heart remorses not
and my hate I cannot relent for I despise
all you stand for - for I am nothing like you.
My wickered tongue will not relent
till my appetite is satieted in your demise
and though I spout as truth, fools will believe my lies
fool the wicked woman of hate
did not see the end of coming
and her one true friend of truth
did not raise a finger to yield
loves saving grace
and so the friend standing at Heavens door
began to sob the silent sobs
they soon began a streaming roar
as this frightened soul realises
that hate was not a friend
Maree Long
(c)Maree Long 2008
FOOTNOTE: This piece was written after witnessing
a severe spate of trolling and harrassing - I have never
witnessed such unrepentant hate so rampant as others
joined the bandwagon. And not one of her friends
tried to reign her in whilst yet others gladly joined in.
A true friend will not let their friend hate so
turning a blind eye but with compassion and conviction
let the friend know they have gone astray...
Monday, 10. March 2008, 04:16:22
dark, chocolate, acadamia, Maree Long
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Bitter Sweet Tastethe dark side of chocolate
is not seen , nor is it heard
nor is felt on this side of the world
the dark side of chocolate
can you see the milk beneath my skin
from the beatings?
while I am alone and begging for food
as sugar coated travel to Cote d'Ivoire
enforces my enslavement
while you are cosy in bed
enjoying your sweet confectionary
I am working from 6 in the morning
and while you dine in your restaurant
ordering the finest chocolate desert
I am still working till 6.30 at night
so systematically my mind enslaved
my body and spirit destroyed so that you
can give your children chocolate with toy
and so while you argue over semantics
my heart continues to be enslaved
over the price of profit of cocoa
the dark side of chocolate
is not seen , nor is it heard
I am but a silent breath on this earth
that will not pass this way again
and you will turn blind your eye
and willingly open your mouth
to receive the delicious sweet chocolate
as I receive the beatings with no
mouth to speak for me.
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
http://www.american.edu/ted/chocolate-slave.htm
Saturday, 8. March 2008, 10:15:15
Heart, light, poetry, Maree Long
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I am....
I am but the whisper
the vapour in the air
I am what cannot be seen
whose presence you feel
I am but the light
the warmth upon your skin
I am what cannot be touched
whose presence you feel
I am but the moment
the reality of the day
I am what cannot be contained
whose presence you wish to sustain
I am but elusive
the longing of your heart
I am all your dreams
whose presence is desired
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
Friday, 7. March 2008, 09:31:10
character, reflection, poetry, Maree Long
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WHO LIVES HERE?
Who lives here?
whose presence filled these rooms
who's joy and laughter once rang
out the melody of life?
Who lives here?
whose calm filled thou with peace
who's every breath was sweet
to the ear of thine heart?
Who lives here?
whose vibrancy lifted thine spirit
who's the one that gave all of them
refreshed as spring?
Why is the room empty?
where has it's heart gone?
why does the dust fall and thicken?
and who is it that we recognise not?
who's being crouches in the corner
of the room and shelters their head
from all that look on?
dare we call the name that we once
remembered and see if this spirit
will rise and take it's former state?
dare we hope to see a glimpse of the
warming smile that cared for us?
the face that knew us well cannot be
seen and remains shielded under sackcloth
and shoulders slumped and weary
who lives here? I scarecly remember me not....
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
Friday, 7. March 2008, 07:27:56
character, Heart, reflection, poetry
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GRACE
Grace bestowed her presence
and visited me today
Grace in all her forms
was appreciated by this heart
for though lowly in spirit
I was lifted up for but a
moment of grateful moment
that I could rest for a single
breath of all that life is
that I could know compassion
that I could know grace that I
could rest my weariness
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
Friday, 7. March 2008, 07:10:10
character, reflection, poetry, heartache
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HER TEARS THEY FELL UNNOTICED
her tears they fell unnoticed
into the blueness of the ocean
the river of heartache widened
and her heart it bled for each
tear spent and shed
her tears they fell unnoticed
into the blueness of the ocean
for the flooding of anguish
that pierced her soul for all
the torment untold
her tears they fell unnoticed
into the blueness of the ocean
until she could cry no more
and now her heart lay dry and
as empty as any river bed
and her tears they fell no more
into the blueness of the ocean
for all life and energy spent
weary she stood at the mouth
of the sea
wishing that she too could drown
with the sorrows of tears
and merge with lifes giving water
and dissipiate into the heavens
and fall to earth again
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong
Friday, 29. February 2008, 00:28:32
hate, Maree Long, eternity, poetry
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THE WORLD I SEE.....
And I put aside childish things
and foolish thoughts and have
learnt that the hand that rocks
the cradle rules the world
so sing the lullaby of sweetness
while you can, and whisper sweet
imaginings in their ear and show
them a mothers tender touch
and give them the strength of
a father's love and let them rise
and build the world the one
we long and dream for
For hate is bred in childhood games
and vileness whispered from a mother's
lips and anger given from a father's
lack
And all children learn to hate and war
you seem them post in haste their hate
and mocking tones of vile they create
and spawn the world we long to be
shielded from and only now wait for enternities
mercy and grace that will let us live the way
we were first destined, and the way our
hearts long for..
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
Thursday, 28. February 2008, 05:05:46
bridge, messenger, Maree Long, world
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A GRAND OLD DAME FALLS
Her stone arched frame, no
longer will she stand no longer
over her cobbled stones will
walk the towns people to other lands
Grand the old dame falls
blasted from where she once stood
for progress calls for concrete bridges
so plain and bland
For many a man had courted his love
beneath the stone arch and whispered
the sweet nothings that yielded man a heart
and many a messenger would would
gallantly ride his horse and bring news
of the outside world
but now the outside let in grand the old
dame falls and there only whispers of a
past that once would call
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
Thursday, 28. February 2008, 03:31:46
teachers, class, bullies, Maree Long
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NO I DON'T MISS THE SCHOOL DAYS
homework, homework, homework
no joy could be found when the sun
was still outside and children were
heard playing in the street
Canteen, Canteen, Canteen
no joy could be found when your the
kid with brown paper bag cut lunches
and others eating cream buns
Recess, recess, recess
where the joy was short lived
as snacks were swapped and
handball played
Classroom, Classroom, Classroom
no joy could be found when your
sitting in the classroom with boring
subjects and boring teachers
Bullies, Bullies, Bullies
no joy could be found when your the
kid singled out to fight and your ranking
in the school yard is at the bottom of the rung
Detention, Detention, Detention
no joy could be found - oh hang on that
was probably the best times of my life
for there you got to see the real world
and got to see teachers as they were
on detention you heard the parents,
the politics of teachers and P & C
you noticed all the privileges afforded others
Detention was my real classroom but
I can't say I miss the school days and
certainly don't miss the boring days anymore
than I miss the bully days
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
for more of my poetry check out perhpas share your own
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong
Thursday, 28. February 2008, 03:22:25
Maree Long, poetry, reflection
WASHING DAY
When all is said and done
everything comes out in the washing
somethings clean and somethings stained
as memories of color run
Garments cast off and thrown in the wash
as other thoughts needing to be scrubbed
delicates of fine fabric of thoughts
require the art of a gentle hand wash
and washing day means a new day
when all clothes need airing as the
gentle breeze in the sunshine drys
yesterday's past and colored pegs
secure the memories of what was once
worn so gailey before the mudding of life
penetrated and scuffed the denim fibres
I once lived in so daily
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long
for more of my poetry check out perhpas share your own
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong
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