You’re in My Prayers, I Wish You Could Hear Them
You’re in My Prayers, I Wish You Could Hear Them
By Uriah Lee Hamilton
Gentle birdsong at dawn,
I like to find myself mingled in sunrise
With hope still lingering in my heart.
Like Walt Whitman and St. Francis
I could easily live with the animals,
My ideas, love, and loyalty
All simple, sweet, and non-harmful.
When we leave this life,
We return to the earth,
This really is reincarnation
And rejuvenation.
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A Different Sky Is Waiting
We’ve been in the rain so long
That our eyes are sore and red;
When joy is missing,
We gaze down too long at our feet
As we slowly walk through the city,
But there must be a different sky waiting
Offering love and inspiration.
Beneath these yellow factory skies,
Even the street lights look sadly dim,
Like our spiritual light within
Blurred by an affectionless life.
Things began to change
When I met you in a small bar
Not far from the school where you teach;
I saw Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass
Easing out of your purse,
I knew we had to talk.
As we spoke over drinks
In the early evening,
I felt loneliness begin to lift
Like dark persistent clouds
Being pushed aside by sunlight,
As if Walt Whitman were sending us
Prayers mingled with lilacs.
Indeed, there is a different sky waiting,
Azure blue and dazzling,
Inviting flowers to bloom
On romantic avenues
When two people finally find each other.
In my mind I have already seen
You smile in a summer dress
Beneath a different sky welcoming our love.
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Birdsong
In your love,
I spoke child-like prayers
And felt protected.
On your heart softly
I slept in tender dreams
And collected your kisses
Like rose petals and wishes.
From your reassuring voice,
I heard birdsong
And was happy.
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Fragile Timetable
I whisper dawn prayers
To gaze upon your face
In the summer moonlight,
I weep with the birds
Dreaming of your eyes,
I Find treasure in your voice
And God in your heart
But lack of comfort
In the world
When the days are ceaseless
Absent your presence.
We all exist
On a fragile timetable
With the hour unknown
When we return to the universe
Where we began
In a spiritual realm.
I hope for a long night
Of reciting you poems
And singing songs;
Maybe that will happen,
But I fear I’ll never see you again.
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Love like An Israeli Spy
She tells me that she’s fine
But she keeps her real emotions
Protected and confined,
She’s secretive like an Israeli spy.
She always leaves me lingering in the dark
Only whispering half her thoughts,
Always concealing her heart.
I have to meditate in loneliness
And collect my shattered ideas;
We seem forever two people
Impossible of becoming one.
I don’t want to leave
But it is too hurtful to stay:
Sometimes your ability to love
Simply withers away.
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Everybody’s Breath
In this fragile life,
I burn candles
In the incense room.
I utter prayers
In secret places
For gentle souls.
I return with my memories
To joyful times
And forget unpleasant thoughts.
There will be coffins
To gaze into
And one in which to lie,
But I cherish everybody’s breath
And know we’ve gained more in living
Than we’ll ever lose in death.
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Locked In Arms Again
There are summits of endurance to climb
And mountains of fear to scale.
I’ll meet you over the hill
After we have conquered or killed
Everything that would restrain our dreams.
We’ll have a sacred meal at dawn
And offer our prayers
For the souls of defeated friends.
I’ll drink clear water at sunrise to your health,
And receive guidance from spirits of the dead,
They see and realize my love for you.
Dear Lady, take libations of wine and rest for your soul
In flower gardens where ancient deities
Wait to remerge in the hour of a new earth
Until we’re locked in arms again.
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Fragile Heartbeats and Sensuous Mouth
If I close my eyes,
I can see you in a floral dress,
Happy and smiling;
I fall in love with you
All over again
Like the world is new.
I go to the autumn park
Where we used to walk
And I still hear
Your delicate footsteps
Softly touching fallen leaves,
That is the way languorous memories,
Sad and sweet, return to me.
But I’m on my way
To exhilarating, original dreams
Never seen before
In the cinematic landscape
Of my mind.
There will yet be gentle lovers
Who allow me to find
Their aching tenderness;
Spring blooms
Will show me affection,
I’ll never remember rejection.
Come to me now, sweetheart,
With your fragile heartbeats
And sensuous mouth.
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My Islam
My Buddhism
Is gentle prayers
Burning incense in the evening.
My Christianity
Is Jesus forgiving prostitutes
While writing in the sand.
My Islam
Is sweet Muslim friends
With hearts of Sufi poets.
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It’s Not Too Late
I’m lost and lonely in this place,
Burrowing through the earth of forgetfulness
And making weary, slow steps
Through the unending maze
Of sadness and lingering regrets.
If we could find ourselves again
On childhood streets,
Recreate our innocence and sweetness,
Our hopes and dim eyes would resurrect
Like an Easter sunrise.
Meet me there, the old bakery
Sending the scent of apple pie
Through the city,
It’s not too late, it’s not too late
To become our true selves
And keep the promises we made to each other.
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I Return To Jesus
I return to Jesus
With a saddened heart
After being unkind
To a fragile friend.
Memorized prayers
Mingle with tears,
I always intend
To be born anew.
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Seeking One Particular Woman
Mesmerized in my thoughts,
I was surprised
Seeing you so suddenly
Like you walked
Out of one of my sweetest dreams
Into my life.
You see, I’m always astonished
By your presence;
I could never enumerate all the reasons
I find you so amazing.
I could live my life
In the pure beauty of your eyes,
Bide my time in the night
Beside your bed
Watching you breathe,
Say all my prayers
For the protection of your essence.
Love has been predominantly
Alien to me,
But I know I love you.
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Ghost Poetry
Ghost Poetry
By Uriah Lee Hamilton
I could kiss your wrists on a Saturday in the summer
Sitting by an apple tree in the park;
The warm breeze and sunlight on lush leaves
And the fragrance of peach conditioner in your hair,
It all makes me smile and believe in love.
One day, we will cease to exist.
Maybe long before that day,
Love and joy will have retreated
Distantly from our lives;
And thus, it so important and essential
To make it known this moment
The sweet innocent pleasure I receive
In telling you how special and meaningful
Everything about you is to me.
Perhaps, I can leave ghost poetry behind
So the world knows a woman was adored;
But if it all burns away like little paper boats
On the sea of forgetfulness,
I will find happiness today that it was understood
You were the only one that called my heart into being
From my first glimpse of your appearance.
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Sadness in Every Direction
With tears forming gentle streams,
I fear that life
Is nothing but ugly puddles
In the broken beer-bottle night,
That the stars
Will fade and fail to shine,
That the faces
Of everyone I love
Will grow as dark
And lonely as mine.
I hear little birds
Singing songs
In a fragile ecological world
Unsafe and dying.
And does God
Hear the numerous prayers I pray
For a wounded young girl
Who doesn’t comprehend
Just how tightly and tenderly
She needs to be held?
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Come, Said My Soul
Come, said my soul,
Such verses for my body let us write, (For we are One),
That should I after death invisibly return,
Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,
There to some group of mates the chants resuming,
(Tallying Earth's soil, trees, winds, tumultous waves,)
Ever with pleas'd smile I may keep on
Ever and ever to the verses owning - as, first, I here and now,
Signing for soul and body, set them to my name,
Walt Whitman.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Permanent Goodbyes
Relaxation breath
The prayerful dawn,
Dreams return
To the ether
And leave reality behind.
I toast dusty memories
With a smooth beer at dusk,
I try to discover
My lost child-like charm
And heart of trust.
It is wonderful to come home
And not cry,
But I know,
There will be long departures
And permanent goodbyes.
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Our Final Destination Is With God
What purpose is there
To live in darkness,
To make one’s life dark
Or to accept darkness?
A life void of love
Or generosity,
A life of petty pursuits
That fail to enrich another,
This is darkness.
A life that refuses
To accept the love
Of God or humans,
This is the ultimate
Extreme darkness.
When a person finds love
From the universe and for the universe,
There is a light that radiates within
For everyone else to see and feel;
When a human being views a flower
Or a sunrise, when he sees a small bird at dawn
And feels the rush of spiritual promise that says
The world is meaningful and beautiful
And sometimes kind, this is a powerful light.
Suffering and death are forms
Of unavoidable darkness,
An intense darkness that can crush a spirit
That fails to contrast the sadness with the joy,
The sorrow with the laughter,
The goodbyes with the hellos in life.
We must walk the line between darkness and light,
Between loneliness and happiness
Knowing our final destination is with God
Which is the victory of light over the darkness.
Divine Sunlight Rays of hope,
Nurture the light within us to always increase
And shine upon others with the promise
That every struggle can be overcome
And every battle against the heart or soul can be won,
May we live to know love and to share love,
May we be examples of the divine nature
Which is ever to uplift with kindness
And to bring the kingdom of heaven to earth.
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The Ponytail Poet
I’ve written many poems
Following the variously scattered and tattered
Paths of my life and thoughts.
I’ve tried to chronicle
Hopeful afternoon smiles
And lonely midnight tears;
I’ve tried to confront lingering ghosts
And banish fears.
I’ve written of childhood friends
And reciting prayers for little cats;
I’ve put together words
From conversations I’ve heard
About love affairs and simple cares
Like the current price for apples.
I’ve tried to find phrases
That instill bakery smells
And the joy of a summery day.
But if I could refine my skills
To describe more precisely
The fleeting moment of delicate beauty,
If I was immensely a greater poet,
I would write of nothing more
Than once having seen your hair
In the most exquisitely adorable ponytail
That has ever existed,
And everybody would call me
The ponytail poet.
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Beauty Of Life
I don’t desire to wear a sad face too long
When I know I live in a world of flowers and birds
And that the evening will usher in a sky of scattered stars,
When I know hopeful prayers and songs
Can find you wherever you are.
I’m going to peruse the Psalms and the Dhammapada,
Find encouraging light in the Bhagavad-Gita
Until my breath is one with gratitude
And forever connected to the beauty of life.
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Among the Poets
T. S. Eliot and Ezra Pound
Are perfect;
Amber Lee is nearly perfect;
Tiffany is stunning;
Sherrie is astounding and cool;
Mary is a natural woman
With dirty hands and a sweet heart;
John Newton, Sonja, and Jacob Hassler
Are all quite lovely!
Uriah has to persevere
Through self-loathing and through tears!
But Arsiema is in Eritrea
Possibly saying prayers for me.
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Amorous Penetration
Love, entangle me
Within passionate seductive arms,
Let me hear the alluring melody
Of bracelets tinkling on feminine wrists,
I’m the star-gazing one
Living in a universe of myriad dreams,
I’m perpetually losing my heart
To exquisite dark eyes
That peer mysteriously
Into my infatuated soul
Like they’ve traveled
Through generations of infinite time
Along the corridors of reincarnation
To find me romantically inclined
And hopelessly kissing
In summer parks
Or making love at dusk
As the fragrance of jasmine
Drifts through an open window
Further stimulating amorous penetration
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