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"This is dedicated to all who understand this. Whether we like it or not." -D.J.E. I wasn't gonna write this But Emotions are stirring high Cannot believe How much time has passed Still feel your presence Memories Of the slowest death Ever felt Running parallel To these present seconds An ugly revelation Tainted the sunshine That bared on our souls 365 days ago So many tears Had filled the ocean Of despair For love's river Were held back by presumption's walls Uncertainty The dam's of what could have been Here I stand In this present moment Your essence still lingers Like the flakes of a dandelion b r e a k i n g f r e e From its home Tormented echoes of "why" "How come" "Please don't go" "I love you…I love you so much" High pitched resonations Float upon Rafts of secondary importance And yet This heart still knows For it will always recall Its truth Promises Empty Played me a fool While you held hands With inevitable Crossing fingers With diffusion Across my shoulders Left me uncomfortably numb All my rights Unreserved And all the while I Simply Believed In tomorrow Because My foolish hopes Continued to warp my mind Maybe if I didn't look back when you walked away Like the rules said… …No matter. These soft acoustic riffs Replay in my head You were my "Wonderwall" "You could've been the one…to save me" But I overcame For I Saved myself Didn't want to be an inconvenience for you Colors of Fall Your favorite season Kinda ironic You were like Summer & Winter Knew when to turn up the heat Make me sweat Each new arrival A summer equinox Each departure A rainstorm But, when it was over Nothing but cold Blizzard languages Frostbitten Even solace's bandages Could not heal But, I weathered the storm And would do it again Cause it was for real … Here I am 52 weeks have past Occasional recollection Of that hourglass With no more sands Buried in dragon's chest You are in my silent prayer Always But Know this Even though you are contained Within my heart's asylum cell block home I loved you With all that I had So much That you will be the only regret I will ever be proud of. © Drake J. Eszes
"Stygstrome" is the Afrikaans version of "Updrafts", one of my earliest poems (including some showcased naivety :D), and is the first poem that I ever publicly posted online, right here on poetrysoup.com, 3 years ago to the very day. I am also including the English version to this post. Swart vere absorbeer altyd die meeste sonskyn - 'n Volmaakte fusie van donker en lig. Ebbe oë glinster hoog in die kalm, koue hemelruim. 'n Vinnige daling tot vlerkpunte sagkuns soen, die byna onsigbare boom-toppe deurdring digte Winter se mistigheid. Sterk strome strik skielik, 'n Voël van staal donder oorhoofs, breek die antieke fokus met sy dreunende, magtige brul. Herwin gedagtes. Stryk neer, sirkel, sweef in 'n stygende vlug van suiwer vergenoegdheid. Swart vere absorbeer altyd die meeste lig -- Black feathers always absorb the most sunshine - a perfect fusion of dark and light. Ebony eyes glitter high in the calm, cold sky. A quick dip downwards, until wing-tips gently kiss the nearly invisible tree-tops piercing thick Winter's fog. As currents suddenly catch hard, a bird of steel thunders by overhead, breaking ancient focus with its loud, powerful roar. Regain thought. Swooping, circling, gliding, soaring in a flight of pure contentment. Black feathers always absorb the most light. *A warm thank you to the ever-lovely Christine Ueri for finding the perfect Afrikaans words to poetically translate this poem. *
. Did you close your eyes? Did you think of them? Memories come every year and I weep, alone and wondering if at the top and at the end you had a fear of heights as if the answer could make a difference. Yet I'm dismayed to watch it again, acrophobic, imagining... a room afire and the smoke making signals to the World no easy means of escape, no places to hide, no exit. Suffocated in that vision, I stay breathless trying to perceive... Hot gasses in red eyes begging for the luxury of fresh air a burning window and the fall-space: coin with just one side pieces of crystals in livid hands without time to wave sticky blood warming fingers in a last cold morning. And I weep, helpless and thinking in what you saw from above that pandemonium of alarms, yelling and the sound of the fire just an instant to decide how to face it, how to accept it an instant in which you may comprehend our brevity. Perhaps, you could say goodbye... Did you have time? Did you close your eyes? Did you think of them? in their faces, their eyes, their voices, their scents... Behind, below, inside...Death, waiting for your decision... And I weep for your innocence... for your panic...for you I'm with you now, terrified... yet, I can't follow you... But you drag me and I jump with you, as every year as the only way I can remember you...feeling you, being with you ... And I weep...recoiling to that morning that will live in infamy in its intense impact, in those images Because the towers disappeared in its collapse but you, through the years...you're still falling. Footnote: This short video is very disturbing; it shows people falling and jumping from the towers. I don't recommend you to watch it because it may offend or hurt your feelings. However, it shows the true horror of that day and I think that it's the true extent in which those innocent people lost their lives. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KcC6bTHosx0
When first I came to know this world, my eyes were young and hurt, And O're the years I came to know, the expression in my heart, I fought my way through love and pain, through heart break, and much worse, Until one day I found a man, who could love me at my best and worst, He would drive me to the point of insane, yet bring me back to laughing tears, He could make my eyes weep in shame, yet hold me close and i would heal, 18 years, it took to know that I would never leave his side, For when I was born I knew this man; Inside my soul, the knowledge survived, I found him after 16 years, And knew I loved when i reached 17, Now the age of womanhood is apon me, and if asked Ill respond, it is his wife I shall gladly be, Sweet eyes so young, but aged too, my love today, I explain to you.
I sat in the darkness and waited For the music to begin For the words that were to come; He picked up every strum of stress And sent it to the Northern Hemisphere Where Angels sieve, retrieve I lost the strain of my attempts only to regain My long lost strength; As I sat in the darkness to wait, Something beautiful came raining in, His light and his might;
My Son Moon and Star ~ Approaching the celebration of his Birth cherishing the gift I received within weeks of conception I knew something amazing was in Creation ~ the Stars held a party sending me with one of their own Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky It was magic It was destiny taking its flight. In love with an October full moon drawing and painting I liked thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~ caught in a loss of time Hours going by as choosing my color a wittness to three falling stars A clear night sky sparkle's A once Famous Star was sent inspiring the tiny child inside ~ Never a doubt in my mind at all child bearing was worth any pain received yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~ one to cherish and hold My Son was born the following August ~ working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year as the set of Leverage for 3 years . Has done a Indie movie here In Paris it was seen and honored coming soon filmed in Portland ~ "The House of Last Things " awaiting the credits , you will see 1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant My Young Lion Mans dream ~ A proud mom I watch every show and the credits as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago My Son & Moon and Star A name you will all know ~ Happy Birthday to my creative Son you will exist in my heart forever~ and thereafter Mom
To day I look back and thank God for the present. The present through past and current trials and tribulations. Present through laughter which has become our strong foundation. To my dearest heart of hearts, it doesn't go in vain the love you've given to me. And I myself must agree, that as a man, I'm sincerely lucky to be me. Knowing that…When I stand… You stand then We stand becoming the singular while holding on to life hand in hand. Regretting not anew the treasures and experiences we've shared amongst each other with no one else to compare… And for that, I love you, I love you, I love you And… I love you. Pace, G INK-U-SCRIPT
i sit here thinking about the days. remembering the time we first met. i was crying in the rain, feeling the water and the pain. until you came, and wiped my tears away. you were like an angel in disguise, you never ever fail to make me smile, you were a stranger in my world, but you made me realize my worth when you touch my hand i know that you understand. I feel so safe whenever i'm with you, the way you hug me tight when i feel blue. you are just like a dream come true. i wouldn't need anyone else but you. and from now on i offer you my heart.. so i thank you for coming into my life, for bringing the sunshine and making me feel alive. you made my life complete, baby, you're all i need you are my missing piece. PS:wrote this 2 years ago. i had this poem hidden and reserved for Mr. Right. :-)
When I emerged from the black ~~~ Acrid smoke and dust impaired my vision ~~~ Once settled ~~~ Iconic giants were no more ~~~ History reminds us, where we were at that time ~~~ (1)~when 2~I 3~emerged 4~from 5~the 6~black (7)~Acrid 8~smoke 9~and 10~dust 11~impaired 12~my 13~vision (14)~Once 15~settled (16)~Iconic 17~giants 18~were 19~no 20~more (21)~History 22~reminds 23~us 24~where 25~we 26~were 27~at 28~that 29~time
Freedom I long to hear your bells ring If you only knew what it would do to me Auspice and a pair of Jacks, its sudden destruction And the Poetry World's composure was completely destroyed As we complete the circle of Life and Avalanche and bury the Poets The organ plays and the funeral starts As they compete with a man of God Angel's and Chariots of fire A demonstration of God's Power on earth Extraordinary as her performance, I express myself Court is convened now, she got the message A star falls, I expand, Lost Treasure discovered inside ourselves How could I deny the fact You gave me strength when no one else was ever there!
We treat it like a marble in our pocket for a while we win it we lose it but no matter where it goes it always holds the warmth of our hands
This morning I Allowed God to open his hands I wanted to see My space in the universe To find some meaning For the the sixty years I traversed his grace And never reached the edge of it I wanted see again The zig-zag path of my search But the water gnawed the sand Where my footprints were stored In the world of God's hand This morning I May never know where the road bends Or where it will go up a hill I only know that I follow a calling That following it before Make all meanings strange to me For faith determines nothing More than an agreement to be pliable No matter what The sunrise comes to me And the sunset leaves me here In God's hand I Have no where to go Nothing more to know Than there is no edge near my feet
April 12, 1861 the cannons could be heard for miles around, the war had started,that led both sides to a long and hard struggle. Why was this site chosen to start the fight, it may have been that this fort was not prepared for a battle of any kind, a shortage of cannons, and other weapons, hardlyl gave them any chance to defend the fort Abe Lincoln later in his most famous speech, said A Nation divided cannot stand, which is a true statement. The Civil War was to become the bloodiest war in our history, before the firing on Fort Sumter it was an unknown place to most of the people, now it stands out as a major landmark in our country. wrote 4-12-11
For making it a little easier to get up in the morning, and putting up with my less than friendly attitude.... For making everyday that much better because you are a part of it.... For spending your nights dreaming with me, and working everyday to make those dreams come true.... For being a great husband and father, and helping to make our home a loving place to be.... For spending the last 14 years loving me and making me feel like a special part of your life.... For being my best friend, and always being there for me no matter what.... For all these things and more, I LOVE YOU! Happy Anniversay to the love of my life!
Oh my delicate Mother, with zest, stood up from the wheelchair then began tapping dance steps under new moon rising. Like a floating butterfly guided by notes of a theme song, hands trailed away around the room, while she gracefully led her pace. And thirty roses decked a love-couch enlivening cheeks reddened by bliss, while her feet regaled in eased motion unmindful of trickling heartbeat. We gazed at Mom, awed by surged vim lovely in a crimson dress billowing, as joyous Dad grasped her for a slow waltz highlighting their fateful pearl anniversary. Mystic Rose's The Good News Paper by nette onclaud 11/ 14/2014
I had a candlelight dinner last night. My love and I was feeling alright. Neither one of us was frustrated. We cherished the moment and our love was so elevated. We both stared into each other's eyes, our heart racing oh so fast, just sitting and thinking how long or love would last. We each touched each other and felt sheer pleasure, we could not forget about this special moment we both enjoyed, it helped relieved some of the pain and struggles that we had confronted that day, right at this moment nothing seemed to get in the way. The candlelight shining so clear and bright gave reflections of the way in which we felt that night. It was so peaceful and serene, nothing but our souls and spirits feeling one another, there was no trouble. We both felt blessed to have enjoyed such memorable moment at the present time we were in, just he and I sat there sipping on some gin.
As I sip on aged Cognac swirling in circular sadness, contained within cup made of broken stained glass memories, I witness. Witnessing Cloud 9's silhouette surround this glued enigma. Lionel Ritchie was the rock for this moment's bliss. "Truly in love, with you." Emanating across cathedral uncertainty, breaking its glass. This was a celebration of priceless Silver. A currency only earned by the Philanthropists of Love. Creating justifiable fantasies with attainable dreams. It was amor, maintained. While I sip on Cognac's remnants, mixed with retina's loneliness, dripping downwards with smile craving soul-pack solution, I exhale. In "Deep Sigh" Symphony: No. 9. With my ventricle chambers kissing subconscious on forehead, in preparation for dream come true. Because one day, that will be me. © Drake J. Eszes
A devil Evil spirit Regarded as cruel The jealousy
I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile. you are the best, always by my side. I tell you my feelings will get you crying, you must think I'm out of my mind. You don't know, what I know, all the angels let me go. We were born to teethe and die, you will grow to be so fine. Fall in love, feel your softer side, Remember me when life is kind. When you go, let me know, don't walk away like the world and go. Life is rough and the world unkind, fight them down and you will be fine. The truth of live is a brutal sight, make no mistakes, you can learn from mine. You have a strong heart, you are unique I treasure times when you smile at me. Live the life, I could not find, be there for me, when I say goodbye.
Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.
Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.
In late October the reddest moon didn't change its phase, it remained in the same spot to watch the witches' ballet; the loud music matched the mood of the mystical night: tambourines and flutes frantically played; sneers, jeers, giggles of the ugliest witches mixed with the goblins' roars while they danced around a huge, hot fire. I smelled a foul odor, the wild dogs feasted on a bloody oar, " Leave some for us, or we'll turn you into bats! " the hunched witch snarled with menacing eyes, but they roared and threatened her with sharp teeth, then Olga began to speak Latin words to cast a spell on them and before it worked, they fled. Glad that they had left, she dragged the dead animal and hung it on a long rod to roast on the sparking fire; hungry witches continued to dance with forks and knives in their hands, anxiously waiting for their Halloween treat. Written by Andrew Crisci for Russel Sivey's contest, " The Ultimate Halloween Contest " 10/5/ 2012
(in memoriam, Eugene Lawler, d. January 29, 2012, aged 83 years) --- Note: "The singing machine" is a not so tongue-in-cheek reference to Gene and his penchant for singing whenever and wherever he wished, as well as to his karaoke equipment and his nickname at bars that featured karaoke nights. --- You fancied yourself a singer, and indeed you were. What songs we heard from you you had made your own, and you gave them freely to all who would listen (though we were just a few who were, at times, inattentive.) Time and remembrance may color the images you left behind, and the sentimental songs you sang (and scribed on silver disks for us to hear when, and if, we will) may prod us to recall your willful, dour demeanor which could bloom into benevolence or darken further in stormy sneers at tardiness, or at perceived maltreatment of any sort. You were your own arbiter of behavior who kept before you expectations of what was appropriate, for yourself and for us, the others of your kind. We were few (still fewer now), who flocked together on occasion to celebrate, in quiet fashion, whatever anniversary we chose -- perhaps your passing date will become another to be marked. And your voice, reproduced mechanically, amplified, may remind us of our loss, and of yours.
Your love is quite sensational – Your laughter tastes like spring-time rain Your tears smell like sweet lemon flower petals Your voice looks so deeply majestic Your heart sounds like exquisite violin and harp concertos And your eyes! Your eyes feel like early autumn sunset's amber-gold lengthening glow Oh, my love, your love is entirely, completely, embracingly Sen-sational!
In a time When men stood out Being courageously stout I saw a man Raising his children He was not perfect But was Gods' elect He had some flaws Concerning his laws But with help From the Lord The children grew And were made new Becoming Men and Women Fulfilling Purpose and Destiny A chosen generation Sent to the nations From God above Just like the dove Through one man This man is YOU, Dad HAPPY FATHERS' DAY
Mythical animal A single horn From the center of its forehead Beauty in its essence
We were on the road the road that ended somewhere something flew right into my eyes I closed my eyes for a while but then you were gone we could have made it to the end where our dreams were waiting for us, but then they were shattered into pieces somehow you changed, those pieces were not small enough for you then you broke them into even smaller pieces and still all those broken pieces if it were to be re arranged would have your name on it we had our share of fun, laughter and great memories, that will walk with me to my deathbed but now its too late to be reminded it everyday, your face with a stranger everyday on the electronic screen I'm still the same way you left me some four years ago, and you're not the same person that you were things have changed, they've been rearranged nothing looks familiar anymore specially you but I still cannot forget those times and even though I hate you for what you did how could I forget this day even if those memories in your head lay there alone to rust Happy Birthday to you, old friend and Happy birthday to us!
Scaly small lizard Eats bugs, but not very often Where's the beard? It has no hair
I am living in a world where the wind no longer blows through your hair my love And the warmth of the sun no longer falls upon your face Sometimes I feel like I am doing something wrong Being here without you As if someone is going to stop me in the mall and demand an explanation I know in my mind that for both of us I will carry on But sometimes my heart tries to rule the day Happy fortieth anniversary Sweetheart
I went back to the place where we had our Reception Saw the window under which I sat A new wife; full of hope, full of joy Anticipating my life ahead with you Oh! It's as if the ten years hadn't passed So fresh and powerful was the memory The tapestry bench no longer there But the grand old fireplace With its pot belly stove And attractive iron guard Still stand majestic to this day The coat of arms has disappeared So too the plastic swords that mock their sting But the soft, ambient lights remain Against the thick tudor beams And the gentle song of conversation Harmonizes with the tinkle of glasses I remember well our wedding party How we cut the cake And pretended to fight over the first slice! We sucked in the helium gas Of the pretty "just married" balloons And spoke in a high, squeaky voice! The company was intimate, friendly Full of celebration and good cheer So much has happened in that decade But I have absolutely no regrets In having the gold band on my finger I am honoured to be Mrs Forth-Eglon Thank you so much for being my husband Through laughter and through tears We've witnessed joy but also sorrow Deep in my heart I hope you know who I am It's been a long journey for you, my love You don't have to keep fighting If you want to fall asleep, go ahead But darling, let me tell you this Thank you for ten wonderful years I know that in the glorious future We will be together forever I look forward to seeing you there
Life and death Are mysterious things You love a living one in your Heart, By your heart You also love a dead one But in your Mind, in your memory When your beloved is no more When she is dead Your love shifts places From Heart to Mind You want her corpse to be removed as soon as possible and buried, burnt in fire Or left to the vultures depending on what last ceremonial plan you believed in and chose to perform Living ones are loved Dead ones too but death is so scary that whenever someone dies one tries to get rid of him atonce!
Reflections in the mirror were getting scary I could not carry the weight of my pain it almost took my life to learn to love again for I have made a friend somewhere along my long lost way I hope that I helped him just a fraction of how he helped me maybe that single thought is what finally gave me my peace enough to release so much stolen energy Now I am not afraid to walk where the streets are hot for I thrive in Hell's kitchen where the devil stirs my pot for I now have him quiet tame I sacrificed my dragons at the alter of my name and now you are my slaves any time I need I'll call upon my superhero's to come and rescue me like my Saint Toni who swept me off that bridge and showed my how a death can be the greatest reason to live for she was the seed to grow my Eden then a man from a foreign land gave me something in myself to believe in the magik of Love.
Frustration Confusion Panic Rage Violance Death May 4th is still alive.
A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.
Tonight, the full moon blooms And foils the looming gloom. The remnant doom from noon Has lost it's bullish tune. And embraces dusk's eerie cool. The village square it illuminates Arena of moonlight tales of late The little ones gather and wait While the elderly engage in debates And the goats noisily ruminates The bright night, lights sparks Of bliss and joy in trees' barks The tall iroko whistle in parks Where young lovers end their tracks And skimpy skirts lose their tacks The son of perdition frets unsure The thief in the night fears exposure The pirate sailor steers from ashore The night fisherman denied action For the kind light bathes the ocean Tonight, the full moon beams proud As the town crier makes his round Belting forth a piercing sound. While the town's chorus echoes loud The stage is set for the yearning crowd
Who would have known time flew so fast The first forty years are now in the past Today is a ruby of a day Then next comes golden, climbing it's way. Forty years together as man and wife Times of happiness, special moments in life All in all we have come a long way That's why I am sending my love today. Happy 40th Anniversary to my Husband 22/07/12
Sweetheart you make me smile, and my life worthwhile. I cherish the day we met. You mean the world to me, you are my sunshine, the rainbow after the rain. The moon and stars are no match for my love for you. No other can fill this space in my heart. Celebrate and enjoy this special day with me, my partner for all time. I love you , please say you'll be be my valentine. Anne Rutherford Copyright 2008 Poems From The Heart Series note- I wrote this for him because we never got valentines . we were married on Feb.14th.
My Dear Carolyn, I want to Thank-YOU for YOUR Contest " The Work You Do? " I usually Do not Brag, but I'm going to in this Piece I also may throw in Kitchen Humor I Dedicate this to YOU : Carolyn Devonshire My POETRY " TEACHER " LOVE, HG The first two quotes I heard in the beginning of My Career "People will always Eat" ( Chef Lis ) : "People eat with their eyes" : ( Mr. Franklin Whalen ; ) Owner of The "Barrington House Restaurant" Forty-Four years later, the Sonata of these words Still Rings in my ears The Aromas, sweet and spicy, sour ,tart, fruity, meaty, waif through my nose I remember the smell of burning starch, elbows set in ice cold water on the stove, two hours Taste buds come alive, epicurean; connoisseurs : enticing The palette soothing the throat I read my breath, in the dire cold of the freezer: a block of ice becomes A Heart of Swans The Center Piece of Mr. & Mrs. Posner's 75th Wedding Anniversary Dinner On a Pedestal , in the centre of the "Swan Heart : I carved the "POSNER" Holding Hands How Sweet, When they asked me "Would You makes us one of YOUR Classic Dinners?" "The Rack of Lamb, with the Plum- Mint Jelly" " Don't forget his Famous "Béarnaise Sauce" A Vegetable Bouquetire , Cottage Fries, with a special "Flaming Cherries Jubilee" for Desert Perhaps, as they did when : Young : Their eyes found each other, as they fed each other The Gleam in their Eyes, reflecting the Jubilee's flame Opening the Mirror of Their " L O V E " As a Chef The work I do is very Rewarding and I shall Cook until I die( and even Then!! )
'n Oomblik waardig van afsondering 'n Vreemdeling nie deur ander gesien Is ons die verlate? Is ons die verlater? Lewe in die nag om sy wreedheid te skuil Hul gesigte belig die skerms Die rykes maak geld uit dié oorlog Die sterftesyfer styg Nog 'n verraaier Die leuenaar, die patriot Hoeveel leuens, hoeveel sterftes Afgemaai soos 'n lam wat geslag word Nog 'n spook vir jou verlede Nog 'n gelowige, nog 'n slagoffer Ken nie die pad van die tou na die vloer Kyk in die gesig van die wat jou verraai Jy is die gejagte, die slagoffer, die prooi en die vervalle Ons sterf almal alleen.
Put on a new dress, was looking really hot, Dyed my hair with several blonde highlights, Applied my MAC makeup... ooh-la-la, I'm singing Al Greene, "So In Love With You" Its our wedding anniversary, 29th and you knew Bubbles overflow from the champagne bottle You beckon me to come hither into our room Which shoes to wear... oh you burst my bubble! Written by Lee Ramage September 8, 2011 Sponsor Debbie Guzzi Contest "Bubbles"
To a Bride and Groom You have the power over my love to make my day rain or shine it all began the day you asked me "to be mine" and I wrote my name in blood, on your hearts dotted line the power of my love to fuel what feeds within me pounce on me as a tiger humble me as a mouse your strength envelopes me as if standing in an unbreakable glass house you have the power over my stare, as you glare into my inner spirits soul those who dare to try to divide I heed them to beware the power you have over my love leaves me content, without a care floating together, we share, in true loves enchanting bliss what started years ago, with a friendly hug, is reincarnated within every new days kiss
I thought for a long time to try and do something right (in your eyes) I've taken the blows and the comparatives of every beauty you know You love me, you loathe me, I'm evil and detestable You take me to my depth, then, deny I've ever been (there in the shadows of destruction) (where one must sometimes fight to see the light) I've been under bondage, n'er a day passes that I do not try Yet you splattered the truth and it helped me for all the time living and giving, never drawing a breath for today; reflections of the past Today my God Given name is special For maybe I am not what I seem Beneath this shell, redemptions plea Seven years and months I've thought of how I could say what it is that I need to say Once the weight of humanity sat upon me, every part of me cared and in my depth, darkness and despair shadowed me, moving about It doesn't matter the cost, the dead are not living, but it's the lost Lost was I, so cold to the Lord and I told you so You were nice to me and cared I loved you Far be it to me now to brush back the tears streaming at all cost, freedom is what I want free to believe that I can be redeemed Somewhere in days ago was the writer that was the big joke the one whose feelings meant the least This monster something evil Your woe A Wo-Man Trust me not, for I do not love you anymore Lest I shall die a horrible death Seven years and months to say what I needed to say You gave me brushed pink and yellow pastels of love and brushing another tear back, where the darkness's of all your lusts and loathing resides Do not trust me, for I do not, could not love you any longer Stars at night tell me I am right they synchronize their twinkling with fallen hopes gone by still it is beautiful a light none the less Where struggling through our nightmares we found dreams, awakening this dawn Do not trust me, I am deceit, I am your fear, I am the worst for you truthfully I am your woe, man Your woe Now go For John Rhinem aka Johnny link<>, John Rhine M John Rhinemiller Rachel st cross, tristen temple poetrysoup.com Jeremy Street Christopher Marcum whoopi goldburg
Love is as love grows It grows when you raise children and laugh and cry It grows when you overlook the beauty of a new flower to the beauty of crushed flowers in your memory book As if to remember what had budded in your youth but is still precious as it ages and sages are confounded to perceive its presence but as each day passes you are bound by faith if by nothing else to abide by the changing generations that define it Finally, Love is simple So let us enjoy it before we grow ancient and fail to remember because Love is as love grows
On bended knee I hope you know Of how much I feel my heart bestow For now I offer my hand my love a golden band and pure white doves Perhaps you'll arrive in princess carriage what ever you want the perfect marriage Through happiness and sickness too I've one true love and that is you So if you'll say yes and marry me through all my days I'll cherish thee
A very wise person said to me only yesterday Why do you have such expectations in life If you have expectations, you will only be disappointed It was like a light bulb suddenly lighting up in my head Of course that is where I have gone so astray in life I have always had expectations and have always been let down A Parent has expectations that their grown up children will call A wife has expectations that on her Anniversary a fuss will be made Children have expectations that the world around them swirls Men have expectations that their wives will at them always swoon Oh yes one can have dreams and hopes and future plans But the word expectation means eager anticipation In other words the total act of expecting what you want to be given Now flowers can be given on an Anniversary to celebrate love If you are not expecting the gift, then what a pleasure it becomes So expectation is really a Want, I want the kids to call I want you to love me, I want you to need me, I want you always Love should be given not demanded, love should be free Kids will call if they love you and care about making you content Flowers should be given from the heart not expected as a right A person in anguish should not cry out for you to save them A person in anguish should love themselves enough to save themselves We should not expect a rainbow in the sky, but be happy when it is there Things should be given freely not expected, then that is real joy I will from today try to expect nothing, and in the process grow stronger.
Husband and wife sit across from each other, eyes meeting over that old kitchen table. No words are spoken. A girlish smile breaks over the wife's face, a grin follows across her husbands. Faces they each know so well, a thousand stories could be told. Memories flood the quiet between them, going back oh so many years. Time reeling them both back into youthful days when a lifetime was stretched before them. Remembering the first time their eyes met, the husband could still see that spark in her eyes. A first date the wife waiting for his arrival, she remembers being swept off her feet by him at the doorstep. Husband and wife take another step down that lane of memories. Remembering, that first kiss the wife can still feel it, just like it happened yesterday. Tender when he held her face, gently in his hands, so sweet was that moment. She still remembers the words he murmured, whispering softly. "I could love you for the rest of my life." That first kiss led them to a dance floor. When they danced their first dance, holding each other tight in each other's arms. It was as if it was only the two of them on that dance floor. The husband and wife dance down memory lane. To meet each other's parents a most important moment. To know of family and kinship. The wave of memories takes them to when, the husband was before her on one knee. So humbled was he, asking the wife to build a life with him. The wife had cried in delighted surprise. She could remember her joy, at the promise of a life together. He still brought joy to her life. Traveling down memory lane together, to the alter they went. Where each pledged solemn vows, in earnest to each other. To last them all the days of their life. The husband and wife could hear the ring of their children's laughter, greeting them with children of their own. This anniversary is one of many. That first look. The first kiss. A first dance. First promises. The first I love you is where it began, all those years ago. Where it has led to is the husband and wife sitting at that old kitchen table, gazing into each other's faces. Not a word needs to be spoken. GypsyofEssence
It was the fall of fifty-four and "cool" was the in thing. I was a senior in high school and had just moved to Camden High. I was checking things out. Rambling down the hall one day I just happened to look into a freshman classroom. There I saw the most beautiful face. Two very large dimples began to bloom as our eyes met for only a second. She blushed and it highlighted the turned up corners of her perfect lips. Strange, I felt I knew her. I did know her. She was the faceless dream haunting me my whole life. She was the one I knew I would meet some day. The one God guided my way. The one I knew would be my wife. I was smitten. How could I meet her without being so blatantly obnoxious? A friend of mine was dating her cousin. I was told her name was Carolyn. Patricia, the cousin would try to set it up for us to "accidently" meet. Carolyn went to church quite often to the Sunday evening service. We lived in a small town and Sunday evenings were spent "cruising" from a drive-in restaurant on one side of town, to another on the opposite side. What a "coincidence" we all turned up at church on the same evening. Pat asked Carolyn if she would like to go ride. She did, but would have to go home to ask her parents. She was too young to date. When she asked her parents about going out for a while they each said for her to ask the other, They finally agreed because Pat was with us. The next Sunday evening we spent the evening at her home. After that we went out just about any time we wanted to but, "came back early". Those were the best of times. So, began the start of a relationship destined by the hand of One who protects and twines. After graduation, I was away at school. There as a ministerial student, I felt displaced. It didn't take long to know it was not working out. I settled the mounting pressures of school, the church, by joining the military. While I was stationed in Japan for almost three years she finished school and worked while attending Carolina. After that I was away in another town working. We claimed each other for six years while shaping, settling, waiting for the right time. We decided we would marry in 1960. November twenty-sixth was the date set aside. It was a simple, pretty wedding in my church. We left the wedding and spent the night in Columbia, leaving there to honeymoon in the Blue Ridge. We returned on Monday, for I had to work and brag about my new bride. © Sept. 25 2010 For Frank's 'Love" contest
Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954
To be English above all is not just a given, from the beginnings of time to the new world position. It is of bravery and honour that has built the empire we know, that no matter what we may face no matter how big the enemy or challenge we will not quiver we shall not shudder nor walk away, our upper lip will remain stiff and the lions heart our enemy will feel in protection of Queen and country. In a world of corruption and deceit, floundering morals as sources try to wash them away, inside this mayhem will always lay a loyal army to her Majesty and country that will fight tooth and nail to protect. No matter the hatred or non believers we shall not fall. The most powerful family in the world that has ruled through generations of change and is echoed through the story of time this is my promise to you your Majesty we will always be here waiting on your every word to follow and serve as your loyal army. May GOD save the Queen and protect her people through time, For we are ENGLAND . . full of love . . . full of Pride!
I and the Other Sadly since the dawn of humans there has been the I and the Other. Indifference at best and hatred at worst, times primitive or advanced, Dragging a child of another tribe away from the parents in complete Indifference or hatred, to today's multifarious actions and reactions, From bombing by air to a bomb on planes, or ignoring the plight of Other humans on this planet. Take your pick on the work to do on the I and the Other............................................................................... ........................................................................................................ ....................................................................................................... ....................................................................................................... ...................................................................................................... ..................................................................................................... Did you need more lines, or hopefully fewer hatreds or indifferences to complete? Past, present and future until those from space attack, a chemo-biological attack rap? The only hope is Hope itself. We are better educated only if morality does not moulder. If there is no hope then what is the point of writing any poetry even as bad as this?
By all means undress me. Shirt off. Bra unclapsed. Fingers in my hair. Us falling on top of each other on a bed. Your tongue in my mouth, lips on my body. Pants off. Panties down. Gasping, moaning, funny noises, making love faces. Tracing each others bodies, turning each other out. I've never wanted something so bad before in my life. And yes its much more than us naked that I want. But Ill go crazy thinking about all that stuff so I dont. For today, tonight all I want is us... Naked. Bodies plastered together like glue. sweat dripping off each from the heat. Passion is what I need from you.
Guilty one Capable of gross wickedness A vile wretch A scoundrel A rascal Unprincipled character
The darkness of light impossible to see the pain and the lies always damaging you reach and get burned not understanding this is my disease nature of the beast Suddenly my light is taken away my darkness was revealed taking me as slave when all I ever wanted was for someone to say please stop, for me or enter an early grave Now face to face with all of my demons how can I fight them if I don't want to beat them until the reason arrives, then I shine a little at first but that small thing, is mine The den of ten thieves come up with a plan a whole set of new lies that every single man cannot resist believing it's seeming to be that a horrific ending is just what I need Then all of the sudden my small shine swallows time and with that virtue my face comes to life I would never hurt you please, know this to be yet no one believes me this curse grows like a tree I hate my helpless fate why can't I make a new life for me that no one can take why can't I escape a prison not for me for years I accept this tired sense of defeat The small shine barely intact, inside until Saint Anger starts to burn me, alive I find I'm set off by my wrong, senseless self until I am talking to no one, in Hell So I pick up my pen power to create a new world for me where I design my escape in my invisible state the Devil don't notice that one of his children is no longer hopeless I stop all my madness by power of pen for years my sword drew nothing but sin the yin and the yang both helped me to find that I'm no longer afflicted when darkness lights my bright shine.
My day can be like a tidal wave, forcing itself through. But when I come home, I can always be at peace with you. There is war in our streets almost every day. We're deeply affected by war in foreign lands far away. Sometimes I reflect and wonder what this whole world is coming to. That's exactly why I cherish every moment of every day that I can come home and be at peace with you. Alfredo Leon
In February? Sun burn from looking up at the sky? My Oh My… Yes, it's so very nice and warm. The trees are blooming and it warms my heart. Even the groundhog came out, smiled, and looked around… Six more weeks of this winter? The Best there's been… I'll get out my Valentine trappings tomorrow at dawn. Then I will go get our leaf blower and make it to blow… Bubbles and Valentine hearts high in the air…everywhere… When my Hubby reaches our home and walks in the door… I'll cover him in hearts full of love… with kisses galore… Yes, I'll show him my heart… As he walks in… I'm sure… On Valentine's Day our hearts will soar, again… Happy Valentine's Day to All and your Loves…
An angel did befriend us, on earth, before one Christmas day. Some say she was a comet, some say she was a star. I say she was a gift from God, here to light our way. She was a thing of beauty that shone across the land. Leading to a humble manger, found in Bethlehem. And what could be so important, for her to come our way? A savior to our lands, and yes, our hearts and souls… Triumphantly born on Christmas Day. That day he was born the heavens truly did rejoice. And she, a glorious light, continued to beacon forth God's love. Such an important part, that angel was given on that day. She was a beacon to our hearts and the gifts of love… Guiding the Wise Men and shepherds endlessly along their way. Thru her we learned lessons, such as: patience, hope, and how to give… And yes, she led us to the Wondrous Man, who taught us how to live…
Armistice day, 2012. Never Look Away Remember, remember, 11th November, No more gunpowder, Gas screaming rot. Remember this day, Never again, And tomorrow those who fell we forgot. Remember, remember, remember. David Nickle Read
February Swirling flakes Needles on skin Icicle nostrils The Coffee Shop Sitting there Sweet tones of conversational music Eyes like twin lasers Target my heart Deep connections Insides bursting Endorphins raging The girl of my dreams Animated, flighty Feisty, bouncy Hair long and curly (at that time, now long and straightened) "I drank too much coffee" I heard that right? Is she interested in me or just sensitive to caffeine? After 14 years Still drinking coffee
BEA I see you now and your smile Lips parted and your black hair Hair that smells of freshness I wonder if you see me And miss me as the sun Eyes blue and loving only you And those famous lips Do you reach for me in your dreams Can't catch me through the mist My tears fall as rain and burn my soul I promised to love you I failed and am filled with shame The ticking of the clock A bird chirps The bugs rub their wings It reminds me of the walks we will never have Arm wrapped on mine and your head on my shoulder Where do I go now How will I breath without you How will I make it work I see you in the window searching I hope you find what you look for Hope you find love Peace and joy Light a candle for me when it rains Cool fresh rain that washes all the sad memories away Leaves me fresh Light a candle and pray Pray God sends me air Pray I will sleep Long sleep and know you were loved Loved like no other Know that for once in my life I meant something That I felt loved for once and it was the greatest moments of my Life Thank You
Slinking, quiet, bodies So much power in those muscles Don't get caught in the dark with one
Eight for the count Brings five to five Eight for the fight Keeps us alive Eight for the clock Climbing time's dive Eight for the furniture Eight for the clothes Eight for the flights Eight for the music Eight for the butterfly Eight for the zombie Eight for the win Because this room goes Eight by Five by Five And who needs more Than this little room?
Constrains, remorse tarnish me Selective amnesia, emotional paralysis You sigh and whisper an expletive, that reverberates, like an eternal echo- through my trembling self, a shell. Its my birthday, I keep reminding. It wasn't a mockery you plead, I smile. I turn my fleshless skull skywards, awaiting a single drop of solace. A brand new diary, the old diaries some pulped, some lost, some stolen, hidden in hated nooks, Cynical lipstick, frosted cherries always the same colour; Year after year, brownish orange like anodyne blood. Sudden longing for parents, for things that were. Voice break, swing between fantasy and reality, grows larger until it swallows the frame- takes a form, becomes a lost paradise. Kisses, "surprise!" yelled into deaf ears, hugs. wrapped goodies, another book, another bangle A useful box of handkerchiefs, immaculate white, blue bordered, no kitten this year too, atleast a tiny gold fish? Curry, conversations, a candle blown- piece of icing and cake stuffed into a placid mouth, The weary tongue barely tastes the creamy morsel. Sorrow of unfinished deeds, incomplete thoughts a vague scrawl, etched, charcoal-black, across the moon mirror. Ego gives away to egolessness; Suspended animation, a limp balloon. Cataracted inner eye shuts slowly Age has withered thoughts, A stale, out-dated fragment An archaic ramble; the metaphorical toothlessness, A long drawn bitter shriek- I mumble intelligibly while the rest of the world moves away; grating breath leaves odour of decayed memories. Shrunken, withered, old Senility hath set in I turned 24 today
Glowing and white, pure liquid flowing My heart is expanding. And I hear angels singing a song that fills my soul. Rose petals are falling. A slow steady walk, a gentle loping grace. My smiling man in all black So gorgeous. So perfect. So mine. My face is shining. The angels are singing. Rose petals are falling. A steady warmth So strong, and so deep That gentle heat fills me to my core And I find myself falling Falling…Falling….falling. Rose petals are falling.
to one who was never born I cannot fit you amongst dead sisters; put you to sleep with humming lullaby. I cannot, for you have never been born. Mapping a womb sometimes reveals you, coiling, illusory and innocent. Just any womb carrying a girl. You seem iridescent midst mother's warmth; it means nothing to you, if you may never be born as my little sister whom I have not put to sleep with a song. © 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Her look that day, Should have told me everything she could not say. Unprepared, I stared. She walked away. As she tossed our ring, I felt the sting. If I'd known then How I feel today, I'd heal the abscess and my heart's decay, Before her affection left me there that day. JS Lambert
You my dear have stood by me, all of these years through better or worse, just like our vows stated. Beginning to look like you will stay until death do us part, the words you repeated so many ages ago. I don't really deserve to have you as my dear wife, but here you are, still with me, so today as we share this Anniversary together knowing that your heart is still tender and wishing you another happy Anniversary and loving you so. Written on our 41st Anniversary for my wife Judy on this date May 18th 2011
OLD MAN THUSE Was Methuselah an ancient astronaut? Did he live nine hundred years? Yes to both say a few enlightened seers Did he visit Earth in a rocket ship? Did he wear a space suit? Possibly and used a laser gun to boot Did Ezekiel really see a wheel way up in the middle of the air? Was old Methuselah piloting that space ship? Had he taken an impossibly long trip? Truth is no one really knows Witnesses though many are all dead Belief must be taken on faith enough said
For nine months With love and pain With joy and suffering In her womb she carried me A mother she is And a woman of virtue. When there was no one, she was the only one Even left alone, she never leaves me alone Indeed, she's a mother And a woman of virtue. When toddling, she cared And still directs when I could run She is a mother of the child and the adult In her thoughts are all, even the descendants to come Many names will I call her; "A mother of all" And a Woman of Virtue.
Celebration comes when we see fit But we can only celebrate just a little bit 'Cause with all the travesty that surrounds us We look for a good escape, And it does not matter Neither the time nor the place. One man's trash, Is another man's treasure. So is one man's victory Another man's defeat. Never do both the men Run at a parallel. Thus, who deserves happiness When they both meet. This must be a familiar trait All humans tend to have in common; Plus fighting for our wants, And the things we don't see coming. We must find some form of joy, The smallest spec of it in our lives. Even if some of the joy Will bring trouble sometimes. So, we simply set our minds As long as the moment feels really right We will let tomorrow happen If we make through the night
Love is you Beauty on the inside and the outside too Love is overriding the mad Getting over the sad Yet let go og those who had For some don't know what to do But those who do, knows how to pursue Motivating and captivatingsets up the stage of a positive sense of energy Everyone seeks to be with you but still want to carry the negativity Love is the fruits of goodness that we are responsible for everyday However, it looks elegant and pure when you are placed on display Put in action Sweet satisfaction And wouldn't trade you for anything Unconditional on the just and unjust seems insane sometimes but love reaps the greatness of blessings Love you never die Only memories of truth while rest where hearts lie So love I'm glad to know you and you know my soul For it is what makes me complete and whole For you bring conviction when I'm wrong Also a true friend that has been by my side for this long Love is there when I go to bed at night There in the morning dew embracing my face even in the darkest circumstance in sight Light remains the same Thru the love it brings Therefore I'll stay on this side of the fence Love makes sense When you know what love is
I want to taste her. Not anyone specifically, I just crave to know what it all could really mean. I would fall for her. Knock down these Berlin sized walls I have up. But my world sucks because Her is just a figurative way of discribing something that may never come.
Descend Much prettier than the f word I descend from the position that I know is better A thought to cascade to a point in the name of (the l word)... in order to romanticise a decision Surely I can be at grace and (the l word) from afar The Lord does it...or does He? Do I have to give myself away in order to feel the proximity of a moment... recall it endlessly...as it tortures my conscious To be sucked into a reality so familiar only to be moving to impurity Let me subside and land into my comfort zone.. wherever that is!
The inhabitants of Quintar V Were in many ways like Man They evolved from legless blobs And from the unkind sea Ventured onto land. Their technology advanced In only a few thousand years. Hyperspace was soon available. So the greater minds left to search the stars. For many light years they travelled. Through universes and galaxies galore Generations grew up on their ships The young were taught space ship skills And prepared in peace to greet new life. Eventually they came upon Earth. And at Roswell began their descent. But despite all the knowledge gained. The spaceship into the ground crashed. The brainiest creatures in all the Milky Ways Did not know how to land.
Nerves in a jar, my life is a mess I hurt form this world as my poem suggests Cut from a rose that smells no more Healing like a dove thats flown shore to shore What became of our love thats anybodys guess We forgot about thinking, now about what comes next Some of the times I will remember more I will forget It hurts today tommorrow I will give it my best My head becomes heavy my mind becomes my nest What to do with all of the love I have here hidden in my vest Come to my sences my heart in my hand I think about all of the things that I can My now today I understand I can will you the love to better comprehend From here I wish you the world The universe a best Untill you are willing The person beside me is only a guest
You want to know what is on my mind I want to know what is on your heart. Its these two differences that set us completely apart.
Ladies and Gents, I come bearing full my compense, For all of my misgivings causing reader repents, Upon further review, the message I was trying to construe, at times crossed over boundaries that originate in the pew, Fortwith presently I swear, forswearing manner seen debonair, I shalt tone down the rhetoric whilst maintaining it's flair, To those in the know, whispers abound my style has begun to plateau, this has filled me with anguish and tempestuous woe, from my hedonistic head to my calloused big toe, My blessed constitution moves forward yet forcefully with no fear, For my resolutions, with some substitutions, I shalt devoutly adhere, As we embark on this journey to the 2013 frontier, I endeavor to wish All of you Good Tidings and a Happy New Year!
Last name here, First step there, only one allay... Vestige sagacity, flaxen ochroid genes skitter down, Diddle drizzled dints to acquiesce an ugly axis, Whet of whiled grime, tips on me thus to dawn, In hands of lonely children, bid these lips bye-bye... Bequest oaths, for ode by love is a home plight, Coalescing pivots crux fine fortunes through, Docent tasks fathom nature's dew of grief, Tons of totes vex abstruse wills to loot, But virtuous lenity glib adept heartfelt reefs, Gait jiffy haps with tribes so grim time tears, God's flanges tarry finales who lope o'er losers, But foremost, guerdon sojourn souls aiding others... Accouter the outfitter by concords of trust, Master a gentlemen and woman of good taste, Upon Sunrise and Sunset, leave wise and do weep, The bequeath of ensuing generations propound... Upon birth and grave, life and death, -but more life...
It's been seven years since i said "I Do" and times got hard but we got through them because I have you. I miss the partying and clubbing, but I love this kissing and hugging. Being in a relationship, you must be ready to commit to the loving, fussing and fighting and the long nights. I gave up these things because I wanted the best for us. I wanted you to know that I was ready for your loving, caring and trust. Years have past and I'm glad we made this commitment because you are the best thing in my life and I'm glad to call you my wife.
11/26/12 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Deep in Slender Man's void of existence, Long fingers open an old-fashioned, gothic box She watches excitedly for his reaction A mini puppet show plays within, Featuring little children— Little, creepy dead children Strange, carnival-type music plays off tune As the pale children dance in a circle with glee In the midst of the dancing there stands a tall figure without a face And a very happy woman in his arms The children open their hearts and sing: "Oh happy days have cometh, For Mr and Mrs. Slender, Though dead we are we runneth, With mirth ever rendered! We sing this song on your behalf, With dancing, joy, and many a laugh..." And the smallest, creepiest, bloodiest girl Comes up with a dazzling dress twirl: "There shall be a pause of slaughter and beheading, For Mr. and Mrs. Slender's wedding!" And with charm the children dance and sing some more As the slender man in the box does dance with the girl But soon the little children disappear from view Back into the box, in their respectful coffins And the two figures in the box stand alone As the girl hands him a wedding gift with a wink Long fingers close the old-fashioned, gothic box Looking happily at his wife in awe To his delight she winks with many a blush
We are in a continuous state of becoming with our environment I am becoming that tree just as that tree is becoming me It took in the carbon dioxide that I exhaled which became part of it and through photosynthesis converted it to oxygen which I inhaled becoming part of me I am the tree and the tree is me I am becoming that insect, that bird, that animal and other persons I breathe in the air they gave up Air that was part of them is now part of me just as the air I exhaled is now part of them Earth is becoming me and I am becoming earth It becomes me through the food I eat which comes from the earth directly or indirectly and I become the earth through matter that leaves my body waste and otherwise which returns to the earth to become the earth
Chris and Chelsea For their death anniversary Buried together With roses lined with love From family who couldn't hold their tears. Never did he think he could survive Without Chelsea by his side, He must have her. A life was taken for his true love and her engagement ring That was a gift on the night of her unexpected death Was given to a close friend, "Don't let your love go. Don't let her leave. Give this to her." Chris spoke softly. The next day he was gone, Buried six feet under he lays With his love.
LIVE TO EVOLVE Have you ever noticed that the letters in the word love are sequestered inside the word "evolve? Because to me that is what love appropriately does It evolves It revolves It solves And after sixty-plus years together love does, in many ways, change its ways of wonderment and is often altered on a course to sheer contentment for that is the result of the continuation of a consecrated commitment an abiding faith that the others faith rests upon the others shoulder as they grow ever so much older remembering a time of working hard together to get through the hard times together that old fishing boat she hated so that became battered and eventually succumbed to the weather while all the while smiling because each year seemed a bit brighter than the last and all the joyful events that are now part of a bejeweled and fulfilling past a past reflected in each partner's eyes which gaze upon a tribute to dedication a coupling worthy of adulation he being content to make her content proves the content of their cohabitation a union rich with rewards that come in the mail bearing pictures of their first great grandson born a baby with beauty by an angel at birth besworn so there they sit sharing a couch and swapping a calliope of memories he talks of fishing and she of a cool Autumn breeze as each agrees sixty-plus years weaves two souls together as tightly as any weaver ever wove a sweater and for some fated reason the last decade seems somehow, in retrospect, better well not so much better as just plain more comfortable no surprises, no red flags, and no warnings to heed just a mutual and spiritual type of need the need to talk away a partners tears while knowing that his partner truly hears and dries her eyes compliantly to face yet another hardship defiantly ever eager with a gentle finger to wipe away the wet that it might no longer linger because these are two who vowed with strength that forever, to them, actually meant forever traversing together mile after mil through the trials.. through the riches and through each smile but most notably through all the determination together to damn away their fears it seems to me that love evolves ever so softly after sixty-plus years © 2012....copyright PHREECEE..~free cee!~
How can love come and go so fast? I really miss the way we were. I still love you even though I hate you I hate that you made me cry And how it is so hard everytime to say goodbye I didn't like that last hug I can feel little heart strings given a tug I want the old you to hold me I want the old you to come back I want my whole life to be back on track The ringing is about to stop No more "I love you, I really do" No more staying on skype till two The old you is gone and for awhile even you're not coming back I wish I woudn't have got mad for somethings so dumb So that now my heart wouldn't be so numb If we could have made game plans and talked things through Right now I wouldn't be missing you The old you would still be here And I wouldn't have these painful tears
Today the planets align, Blessing from the celestial divine. My love is now thine, Our romance coincides a cosmic sign. For as long as the stars shine, You will always be mine.
There lie cake and candles And I'm not knowing what to do I clap along to their singing Hoping they finish their quadrilingual song And we get through I lean over the cake pulling my hair away Reminiscing quickly over the past year, past day I hear someone tell me to make a wish, asking me if I will So I think of everything I wanted, things I claimed that to have them I would even kill But it all seemed so petty for a birthday wish, too superficial I wanted this wish to mean something, something crucial I glance up quickly and scan the crowd Listening to their tone deaf singing, so proud Think of what helped me survive, made everything okay And I know what to wish for But I steal a glance at the door She isn't there, though I hoped she was Guiding, watching me grow, like she always does I know what to wish for, and lean forward at last Structuring my wish fast I wished for them I wished for her who was there for me day or night To talk to, play with, even fight I wished for him who spoke his heart so true But hid it so well I never had a clue I wished for him who was too small But his personality built him up so tall I wished for her who never did overreact She's crazy and placid, that's a contradicting fact I wished for him who's bribed to walk And makes me laugh with our random talk I wished for him, his smile so wide Remembering that when he left, I cried Wished for her who always nags Always there for a vent, a gush, and loving me always, in riches or rags I wished for him, the one I held a hidden love for The one that always gave then gave some more I wished for her, the total crazy The one so different, yet the same as me I wished for the two to trust The true male version of us I wished for the one I feel the need to shelter The one that has helped me just as I've helped her I wished for the perfect couple standing by Who will probably be in love till they die I wished for the guy who shares my dad's name For his smile, conversation, and jokes that are just plain lame I wished for the brother missing Despite all the years of fighting, hitting, and dissing I wished for each and every one of them, for them all The kids crowding around me, filling the room wall to wall I wished to have them by my side till the end of time There to catch me at every fall and help me with every climb The ones there with me through this journey The ones I love, and who love me I want them there with me through every endeavor So I wished to have them forever and ever
THE MONTH OF MY BIRTH The sound of June sounds like nothing but June. Sweet! like the last drop of fine wine dripping from the warm tongue of a lover. Leaving you wanting more for the remaining 29 days. The sound of June to me is like music from 7 harps and a grand piano. That sink my soul into the timelessness of the moment. Junes come and go like rain. Like porcelains leaving circles on the table. Memorable photographs left hanging on the thin wooden walls between love and hate; pleasure and pain; lessons and mistakes; friendships, fights. Coincidences; serendipity; synchronicity; light. Epiphanies; truth; lies. The sound of June breaks my heart. Cos it reminds me of a little midget king plucking sunflowers to his mama. Wearing a big permanent smile like the world would end if he didn't. Now he's all hardened; like ice in a cold world. No room for big hearts like his in the city. Time's changed. But will change again. It's still a beautiful world; With beautiful people. Beautiful minds. Beautiful things. Beautiful songs. Poetry; words. Beautiful nights; Places. Beautiful month. For the sound of June sounds like nothing but June. Sweet! like the last drop of fine wine dripping from the warm tongue of a lover. Leaving you wanting more for the rest of the year.
You could give me flowers, gifts, a brand new car You could take me to movies, dinner, even a dance But no matter what you could offer me You'll never give me anything greater Than what you have already given me You've given me a chance to see What it means to truly in love You've shown me more than I could ever imagine You've given me everything I've wished for On that special day when you told me, "I love you"
No sunlight today Naught but a cloud No bliss this day On this day of October The day you were born Oh, somber Tuesday
.... Today is a new day But I can see no sunshine I look with great pain Nothing but clouds in this cold night .... Today is a new day Tell me where are my answers One question to replay A thousand answers I can't find .... Today is a new day I need to see her face Bring my wife home to stay She's been gone for three years .... Today is a new day Remember, a day added to my devotion Kill this lonely-sadness inside of me Turn every tears in my heart to extinction .... Today is a new day This time, I need to hear YOUR voice The ONE that cuddles without dismay Yet shakes the awesome pillars of the world .... Today is a new day .... Today, though it hurts, I smile Even if I don't hear what YOU have to say GOD, today.... I smile By Kbillion
~ Where should I start this poetic trace? ~ Supple summer, season scene Takes off coats and welcome warmth And tranquil under soften sky. Spring 'O' Spring precedence over summer... Summer host long light evenings, Carol patterns and seldom pit-a-pat. Fertile season, holder of juicy jubilee Easter burners' night, palm Sunday pedestrian... And good Friday chorus. March-to-October, love you so much. ~ Hope I am not missing out? ~ Lol. Dedicated to the lover of the above poetic summer season.
I am the child For whom most parents suffer I am the child For whom most mothers go through pain Yet I'm not given the needed attention Some abandon me on the streets Others,in deadly pits. I am the child The smallest in the society Yet I grow up to be the greatest I'm the child Who grows up to be the future president, lawyer, doctor And other desired men of the society. I am the child Who may also grow up to be the robber, murderer, And other nuisance of the society. All depending on the attention I'm given So mum, dad and brethren Let us all help create a better world for children For indeed, an adult is a child who has really survived.
I remember staying up all night With silly thoughts of you in my mind With each thought a smile Appeared on face You my grace And I'll forever embrace Every moment spent in your presents Cause every minutes spent with you is pleasant You my future past and present You present me with joy every day You my happiness Though sometimes u cause me stress,wen I lay my head on ur chest all my problems rest eternally You complete my existence Without u near I hesitate to take my next breath I'm afraid without you Life makes no sense Its nonsense Its a nuisance That I cannot stand I hope now you understand what you mean to me<3
It is hard to see all the hurt that was done in wars that went before, Red poppies help and say that we will remember them but seem to imply that wars will carry on. Above all it seems we do not remember them. To remember them we must turn our backs on war then we really remember them. They say that white poppies stand for peace more, that they do not stand for war I want most of all that we make a tudor rose a kind of poppy thing with red and white. Two flowers together a small white upon a larger red. This pleads to stop all wars and show what hurt went on before and that many fought who did not want. Let us remember not to send our people out to fight. Let us remember them before they go. We will remember them.
Anguish taunts through a barbed wire fence with edged grasp Actions in which human beings rebel against a holy God Miss their purpose for their lives Surrender to the prince of the power of the air more then God Cause all of their deeds were evil! Shattered An eclipse of the sun had tainted my inner vision Push back the pain with radiant guide Does this notion in thought come at any big surprise? Weak willed tyrants from the flood of dispinsation Shattered fragments loosed in gloom climatic abrasion Parts unknown from the setting of the sun Sin Leading gullible women captive under the false cloak of compromise Abortion on demand When will they ever understand? Blood shed in our streets Evil tyrants from elected officials overly prideful taunt & pull! We each our responsible for our actions before a holy God Sin!
It was quiet in the meeting room just down the hall, as I came in. I knew that she would be, as well. And there she was, propped in her wheel chair, body in pink jumpsuit, cocked far to the side, not quite asleep. For her, there was no false facade. One saw, and got a mumbling ancienne and no apologies. Then suddenly it was time for people, punch, and platitudes, kids and candy mints and cake. The honored guest, forsaken just as if she were not there, reached out...I saw her once, accepting then one small remembrance, but too late, the speaker had already turned away and I, but for the press of day, had need to cry; they missed it-- souls who turned hello into goodbye. The small ones never really knew you, mom, and that's ok; your spirit longs to break away. The authors of the books you knew, will soon make room for Elna in their dusty rooms along a corridor in paradise where dusty reticence is blown away by one enchanted newborn spirit soul and her new spirit breath of joy. ~
I can't wait for the day I'm home, But where is home? Is it a past memory of childhood of the family sitting around the living room watching the TV with a takeaway on a Saturday night? Or is it the future that's yet to be created, a family of your own and a new place to call home? Maybe it's a feeling one of love and joy the kind you first created playing as a young boy? But I believe it is not just one of the above, but them all in twined into a magical feeling, one of wonder and belief. It is to complex for us to understand now but trust me my friends, when your home . . . you'll know.
His brushing a stray tress from her cheek brought a twinkle to her weakened eyes… The light of youth and steadfast love returned when he cupped her face such grace… Dusting off his shoulders caused a tilting of his head lamplight glanced off his bald pate. Chuckling, they walk in sync "I can dress you up," each says to the other "But, I can't take you out anywhere!" Laughing, like the teen heart throbs each still sees in the others eyes they board the plane for Cairo…
Today is so very special the day you were chosen the cutest smile and most vibrant halo you were brighest of the cherubs and once again we celebrate the day your path was laid that lead you to my door step and conquered my heart So I say have a very special Adoption Day be cheerful and proud for this day means as much to me as it does to you. (for my wife Courtney Dyer) P.S read her poetry she's good
So you who ran that day Have returned at last To be the heroes of my death And what would you say to my face If after your pious words like apples are poured Into the smoke and dust where I rot There was a ressurection And no more room for regret How would your life unwind All the opportunities and liberties You took of my unexpected demise? You see now why I could not weep For me, or them who killed me And sacrificed stupidly the only pawn they had This ground is wet with tears for you Still corroding in my misery
What is value? I stand here peering out at the bar tab Wondering what fallen soldiers reside here Belatedly sipping away staring into space He checks his phone on and off Searching for some message and meaning Takes another shot, stares Waiting for a beautiful bride perhaps To jump suddenly into his frozen arms Then again the door floods open People shuffle around looking for their seat I'm wondering where I'm supposed to be Walking back into the kitchen The chef tells me not to stand at the bar So promisculously I agree, its not favorable to see What is value? I go out into the darkened streets Glowing with artificial heat Wondering, if you can engineer destiny The way little store shops Recreate nostalgic mystery Collecting pennies by the breathe The ocean front is murmuring In languages i still cant understand As clapping heels gawk And old folks talk Newspaper gossip talk- I'm standing in the space of no space Wondering what is value?
In you I found A new Beginning In you I found A new Friend In you I found The new me Thank you For giving me A New Life
I feel you here in this quiet place, my soul is at peace My fingers trace the letters of your name The scent of flowers pervades, I smile, remembering your love of them Sadness fades as remembrance visits I see again your smile, close my eyes in the joy of your laughter and know you are here with me I will rest here too one day my name sharing the polished marble The knowing gives me solace The wind tugs my coat wistfully as I leave, in that familiar caress again I feel you I will return one day and I will stay I promise."
one year ago the darkness started to cave in I was losing control until she came along and pulled me out she saved my life and gave me hope and a strong sense of love and compassion and now here I am this year starts tomorrow and its been the happiest time in my life Cheyenne I love you
well today your birthday reminded me one more year had passed without you here i love you always will 3/26/2012 for Joann's contest: Ninette free verse
our father, who art in heaven hallowed be thy name thy kingdom come a muttering chorus amidst the silence as a firefly lands on my fingers sending tribute to either god or the soul that the unbelieving congregation mourns for a constant mummer of your name in untouched hearts a procession of empty prayers for the ashes scattered in an urn of porcelain encased in a shroud of guilt and confusion and shock on this 3rd day of the 4th month may the world weep for the man they never knew. the fireflies are burning in the air (are you there?) breathing graves three feet under where my feet stand where his no longer are and no longer will but oh— will you please come back? come, may the light of these fireflies linger upon the tears that fall from the empty. may thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven may hopeless hope lift the ungrounded spirits of this congregation of faithful cynics with steeled hearts and bolted minds. and in this time and space of desperation— give us this day our daily bread it is only in these moments that the entire world believes just for a moment that maybe just maybe god will be there and in that moment— that god must be there the last slivers of thread as the fingers let go forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us but in our hearts a symphony of loathe and hatred for everyone and everything where blame is a burning firefly that refuses rest. the light on my fingers is a faint flicker lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil that reigns in our blood but flows into grief a multitude of concentrated desolation where the firefly graves are in the hands of our people for thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory and the stills moving in an endless wave as we walk away an overwhelming voice of many voices whispering the lords prayer as we all did, as we all one day do now and forever— (amen) – – – i watch you fade away into the darkness shining eyes; lighted fingers waving goodbye, ill be okay retreating into the mist of the morning, leaving me as wordless as the god i once believed in – – – since youve gone away ive started loving the world so much all i ever want is to leave it – – – and so i whisper my final prayer, oh god– if youre up there, take me?
It was a majestic sight To see in the distance The New York City skyline The twin towers standing bold It was a sight to behold Where else but in America Can you see something That leaves you in wonder This has always been with me Till that day of terror It hurt my heart to know My children will never see it On September 11, 2001 I lost a part of my past My present and it hurts Because it is no longer there I grieve more deeply For those who lost So much more than me The lost a loved one I will never forget The scene on Television Of the smoky towers That once stood majestically Nor will I ever forget The people who die On that horrific day God bless their souls Our heroes and our loved ones Will always be remembered Their loss will always Be in my heart and my prayers Written in remembrance on the 2nd anniversary of September 11th
It's pretty late, isn't it? The day's done, Midnight draws near You mischievously glance at me I carry you away to our room Along the way, I think Of all the last four years have given me Scar tissue that I wish you saw Warheads all rusting in peace Four years ago, I was still so innocent Fresh eyes, clear mind Chasing some distant dream Through a lush, lovely forest And in a massive clearing, I found the dream And took her in my arms She ripped herself away before I could blink And dragged me down into her suicidal spiral It took months to escape To pull us both out My eyes became jaded And her innocence was given to another Latching onto a beam of light I clung to another Treating her emotions like a toy And feeling that I was making her stronger I became addicted to her quickly I lived to repent my sins And repent I did As I became the toy to her And in that time, I headed west Trying to ease the pain of loss Dragging yet another soul down And running when it became too much I've yet to apologize for that Maybe it goes without saying But if it doesn't I send my prayers and sorrow to her skies And as I walked upon the plateau Where nothing but weeds grew I found a single flower Weakly blooming under the dust That flower would change my life And alone I sat on that plateau Blooming alongside it Blooming alongside you And as time passed The plateau began teeming with flowers As my life and yours Became increasingly intertwined My sorrows melted away Every loose end that caused me strife I went back to tie up And close another chapter of my life My thoughts come to a halt as I look upon you Your body under mine, our heartbeats in sync I take you in my arms and press my lips to yours Here atop this flower plateau
Happy birthday to my wife A ray of sunshine in my life Another year older, that is alright Beacon Hill seems like last night It seems our love even grows stronger I hope we enjoy it much longer So,what is another year Let's jump and cheer May your birthday be spent along side me Maybe go to the mountain and just roam free I'll be here as long as I can It may be a long life span Happy birthday have no fear Look around, I'll be here May your day be merry and bright? Hay; how about we get together tonight Happy Birthday & Anniversary With Love Buzzie Jan 2002
"Together" Written: by Tom Wright January 2015 Let this picture be the symbol Of our fifty years together. It hasn't been from always agreeing For opposites seldom do, Or that we haven't been disappointed For we certainly have, But we accepted each other The good, the bad, the ugly, God put us together For better or worse, In sickness and in health. Therefore it is only fitting The death of one, Should separate us Temporarily.
I know when I talk, I am passionate. I know when I act, I am driven. I know when I love, I am scared. Thing is, we are all passionate about something. I flip out a lot, I sometimes shake with frustration, I sometimes lose my breath. I know I am not the most open person in the world, But you have to cherish and appreciate the moments I knock down some walls. I apologize for the moments I say things out of anger, I apologize for the moments I turn away. I have my flaws, I am not perfect, But that's the best thing out of life and love: It's to build foundations and grow from them. I hurt easily. I only expect the best, Because I've seen the worst.
I lay a'sleep taking comfort from your warmth dreams bring tears to me And you hold me in your arms Hush my every fear The pain stabbing my heart You sing to me And I lay a'sleep Once I had my doubts It comes with a past Mistrust is a habit That will leave you on your ass But you proved to me That I can trust my own heart You sing to me And I lay a'sleep in your arms I cant imagine A better kind of life Than to live and love and grow With my best friend by my side I cant imagine A better kind of life Than to grow and live and love and to be my best friends wife
He thinks of better women She thinks of lesser men the kids think Two Christmases! Neither thinks of them but he won't budge cause she'd get half and she won't budge cause she'd only get half
A twist of fate with slashing blade In this my heart's deep gash... Watching her from across the way Making love, to another girl; passion Then ripped these dreams apart Their beauty as hers, melting amid Scorching flames she cried I wept While cold the blood, did turn red... Marble marked but now its gone; tears Wiped away this love; aside a flower bed.
May Day brings us many things And once it brought us you, Wishes for you we all want, HAPPY BIRTHDAY love and joy.
Zurrieq Festa our destination Driving off late into the night Over terrible roads, chasing islanders All worth it to see the sight. The church golden and brightly lit Shining out for all to see Bunting and stalls lining the streets Everywhere people, excitement is building Bands lining up to be heard as they march. Suddenly it's midnight! Melodic sounds keep time with fireworks Each display more impressive than the last Whirling and twirling freely on posts Physics at the base of their design As beauty shines through in the colours and patterns Hands clapping, people cheering, part of the moment.
Freedom and Liberty. Bought with blood. We've fought side by side. Guided from above. Mexico stood brave. United States couragous. Won their wars And stood victorious! So let's remember as we celebrate freedom From our common foes. That if we always stand together. We shall surely never fall........
In the slight of hand at the dead of night will stand Hoping someday soon all will live to understand The heart that will beat the tone of the feet Love for sale We ask for more yet for what? In the passage of time their lies hurdles
In the faint orange daylight of autumn young woman young man strike a flame, And all cold weight of a past is lifted. The year closes, yet all crisp air is laden with light, Sun-ripe gold and red leaves lining each trail and every road with heavy brillance: At the end of November, they bear new fire. The wind has its way of shaping the leaf, which bends wind around it's form: the gentle pressure of touch leaving everything green..... greener than before. ________________________________________________________________
What I meant to say was... I'm sorry, and I miss you, And I forgive you and I hate you I meant to tell you that I want to work it out between us, And it could never work between us, because There's this thing between us, Though you have my whole and soul I listen for your whisper at night, All day, I sickly dread crossing paths I promise you I meant to talk to you again, Unless I got in my way I cry to you, at you, sometimes for you But nevermore in front of you You've made me stronger than that, though I do love you I meant to tell you that you're scum What I meant to tell you was that I can still feel your love Your lies Your kiss Your sighs The quiet way you left me in the night Or the messy way I ripped you from my side Your wish to die Your guilt, my guilt, my lies Nevermore I want to cry What I meant to say is I'm drawn to you For love of danger, or neglect Not for love of myself (or is it?) What I meant to say is that I love you, But I choose me.
Autumn's tortoiseshell sky reclined across mountain's chaise longue, content to linger while night stirred and rose. A tangled weave of broken limbs lay like nest for dragon's sleep, and they came, draped in woolen armour, quilted masks pulled high against flailing artic wind, virgin warriors, wide eyed tasting the wild adrenaline, anticipating their conquests flesh as it roasts in dying embers of funeral pyre. Now from the cart frozen in fear, they carried our victim. Alabaster skin reflecting flickering brands, no sounds escaped his painted smile when we placed him, like a king upon his final throne. A circle of stony stares let murmurs slip, "Remember, remember the fifth of November gunpowder, treason and plot. I see no reason why gunpowder, treason should ever be forgot... "
I got to confess The first date, you in that black dress Had me quite possessed Eyes glued to your chest I didn't know what to expect All I could think was when can I see you next Now I know why grandpa use to say show respect Because now I'm the only man laying kisses on your neck And in other places to make you wet And it's the bomb you can bet, yup But it's not just about the sex It's the T.L.C you give to me Baby you know what I mean It's the times I get to hold you that mean the most to me There's no better feeling than having you close to me Because when your next to me it's like ecstasy I can finally feel free and that's no doubt Cause you can see in my eyes, full of 'wow' Every time I see your bright smile And I promise Only in bed with you will I ever act wild -bkmjr 2010-
The all knowing, unforgiving subconscious showing our hidden secrets of deep crushes; that boy in the back row with long blonde dread locks, snowy-blue eyes, with hands that sweat when he is called upon by the teacher, though only you recognize this fact. Or that girl, always wearing chains hair black and red, too small to be recognized; I don't think she cares. They shatter our hearts, when they promptly decline the return of love. Secrets of hidden pasts, haunting the world; turns black. You never realize the change, the way your body, without the help of your logic, but the help of your daytime thoughts, your desires, shows your heart, your basic wants, your needs, like the loves you want, and the true feelings of those closest to you; love, hate, jealousy. As you are in deep, as deep as an ocean with your shining subconscious, with love, like the sun's early morning beams on a calm blue ocean. You have more to hide, than a cursed vampire, always running from the truth, though you are not he, but a waiting woman, beautiful in sight, unforgettable in thought, for the vampire steals your knowledge; ensuring you that you are safe, forcing you to relive those pain filled moments so that he can help with the past and future. But you've already given to him the symbol of your sincerity, through a promise. A promise to stay with him, to make things work, solving each problem, fixing every broken part, a promise to, in the end, be together, married. I take them easily, from your willing hands, your previous thoughts, and the love you give me. So when, that night, me basking in the bright light of my favorite computer game, battling others on the fields of justice, the League of Legends, and you gradually rolled over opened your eyes, glistening, impossible to miss even in the dark, enclosed room, and you ask of me, with thoughts of purity, "Come to bed, I want to sleep next to you, feel your warmth" I lost myself in you, and even though I wasn't tired, I wrapped up in the large warm blankets draped my arms softly over you, and lost myself to my own Subconscious, in hopes you will see, through the most inner parts of what makes me, that I truly, truly love you too.
The singing is about to end, Happy Birthday, my little friend. Please think before killing me, I'm just a cake candle, you see. One exhale from you and I'm out. If I had lungs, you'd bet I'd shout. I want to live and grow hearty, Not die at a birthday party.
Our love is infinite Forever is what are union is Complete is what you make me When Dark clouds are before me I know you are not far behind Watching over me Guiding and Protecting me always Imperfect perfection Is our relationship Tears fallen, hearts broken But, when it is all said and done I know you will be by my side Because you live your life just to love me Loyal and true You have been there Through all my mistakes And never thought any less of me You always said that I was perfect in your eyes Though my life has lacked achievement and stature I feel like the richest woman in the world Because I have what most people search their whole lives for A soul mate who completes them Your love is a priceless gem that I will always treasure Thank you for loving me
They walked together hand-in-hand down a golden path through trials and tribulations, through hopes and dreams, joy and fear; with mutual sacrifice and collective determination. With passion, purpose and enduring love they remained united for half a century in a beautiful relationship that made them one.
eyes of sunken hollow pupil skin stretched thin as tallow stooping for a coin so shallow and falling for that pretty shimmer hammered with a faierie's splinter pupil eyeing in the snow so shallow the sallow heart of him with legs unsteady and brain too heady he let the pretty shimmer go and wept to bleed bright red white snow
Born into the family of seven Handed over the last born baton By the other descendants of the Pa Noah "Mekolani Olajide's" fame. Her sojourn in life starts from The far down "Sora", Sora to "Odo Alafia" "Odo Alafia" to the West of "Oraborode" "Oraborode" of "Odojomu" "Odojomu" of "Ondo town." She shone like a million star in all. "Ariyayosi" grew up eating the fear Of the Lord as Breakfast. Brave and Intelligent "Yemi Mekolani" alias "Mama Ondo" leaves no stone unturned as She prepares her self-discipline, hardwork And cleaningness as Launch. As charismatic and erudite "Pa Noah Olajide" "Baistically" prepares "Aribabagbojule" Dinner Meant to cushion the effect of Ups and downs of life All these in the Biblical Ark of Noah Of the Pa Noah Olajide;s house. No wonder the other kinsmen I mean the six others of the Olajide Strong Spiritual Siji Innocent Innovative Iyabo Fearless Fascinating Fisayo Lanky Lively Lanre Lenient Lawful Luwale And of course Faithful Famous Funmi , Gave her all the needed love to Make her shone like a million star. Aunty Rose went through the rigous of Secretariat knowledge as part of the needed Catalyst to catapult her to Queen Elizabeth palace Right into the waiting hands of amiable Martins Babatunde Martino, a loving and understanding husband Has all it takes to thank God for giving him A good wife, indeed a vessel unto honour. The emergence of Sade Innocent, Later Sade Ronik, now Manchester University Was the needed tonic for quest for greener pasture. The lovely wen-wen sound of a new born baby That signaled Sade's entrance was Not enough to distract her focus. Similola shone like a million star Then comes the arrival of Saintly Sagacious Sayo And ever Stylishly Shy Seye on stage. For the lead cast role has Scientific Splendid Sade at the back of the stage. As a Sister, she is a rare gem As a Wife, she is rare breed As a Friend, she is a rare specie As a Confidant, she is a rare seed As a Teacher ,she is a rare scroll As a Mother, she is a rare plant. Alayande Stephen .T August 10th,2005 7.30am Packaged for my Aunty's Birthday in London Its was one of my earliest poem, hence, the Colloquial usage in the poem.
Regardless of what the world may say And who always gets it right, anyway? Endless ideas, personalities in one pot! You're still the greatest the world has got Never lose sight of your Fathers' dreams Of God and freedom's vibrant song HAPPY BIRTHDAY U.S.A.!!!!
September 9, 2001 I was only five When I learned what a terrorist was. Sitting in class Talking to tiny Ben When the teacher from across the hall Busted through the large wood door. Her eyes were in tears As she pulled Ms. Martin out, Everyone was silent. We listened intensely To hear the news she was given, But no one could make out a word of it. Ms. Martin walked back in slowly, With a face of terror and depression. No one dared to say a word. A large, deep breath was taken Before she finally spoke, "Kids, it seems an airplane was taken by terrorist... They crashed it into one of the Twin Towers... Everyone is dead." My heart skipped a beat, My breathing stopped. I looked at Ben, Ben looked at me With eyes of question. I stood up and hugged Ms. Martin, She cried out With grief and sadness. I wasn't really sure why she was crying, Maybe it was that the people died, Perhaps she knew someone on the plane. Fifteen years later, Exactly, Almost to the exact hour, I sit here and write this remembrance.
Transfixed upon a lucite sunray the iron blood of longshoremen washed beneath the whisperings of the bay a pupil canvas pierced through by the scalpel of elephantine deceit vision yellowed in the flowering of a lost identity the young man swallows deeply and mourns the gist of his first twenty-nine years.
A ritual born as radiance toils straight forth from my center eye threatening to overshadow everything that you are like a bad cancer that takes life from afar that takes back what was never given and return what was never there as a sign you truly care if not now when, how and where? I can't feel back very long I can't send back what went wrong I can't sense that in a fog that's encircling so many pawns A blue baby is always sad just maybe there's more to that his happy gland broken, he hopes it back pick up the pieces then glue them intact I am more than a maybe but less than a yes more better than average yet far from best at least not the worst its reserved for a time when I give up trying and pay all an unpaid mind A care these days is hard to give a bad decision is hard well lived a stare unknowing to spark a burst that sets off a chain into random verse that starts a seance of heavy chanting until blood and sweat build from heavy panting I'm alive, survived where others fell went in and came out of the wishing well with more than just a fist of pennies I let loose a wish so pretty it will radiate now for years to come why do I wait forever when twenty eight years have come and gone?
( Song of Solomon 4: 16 ) We Walked In The Garden At Midnight We Walked Thru The Garden In Moonlight Among Azealeas & Verbenas & Blue Jonquils Sweet Honeysuckle, Yellow Primroses & Daffodils Among White Phlox & Orchids & Pretty Pink Quills Two Lovers Holding Hands In Romantic Thrill Your Touch Grows That Budding Power Still As We Walked In The Garden At Midnight We Walked Thru The Garden In Moonlight Among Tulips and Lilies and Wine-Hued Amaryllys Intoxicating Lilacs & Jasmine & Ground-Cover Iris Breathing In Lavender & Vanilla & Bougainvillea Scents Wafting Heady & Sensual Yet of Shy-Perfume Strength While Walking In The Garden At Midnight While Walking Thru The Garden In Moonlight A "Home Sweet Home" Brass Plaque Cast Soft Glints By A Heartshaped Box Holding Moonflowers & Herb-Mints Symbolizing Love's Nature The Way It Was Meant & There Was A Touch of Citrus Somewhere, Just A Hint Wafting From Beyond Our Closest Neighbor's Fence Bowed To Our Queens of The Nights As Darkness Squints and Slender Topiary Stands Crowned With Hyacinths Guards Our Garden Where So Much Time Is Spent Walking In The Garden At Midnight Walking Thru The Garden In Moonlight Our Garden, Well Tended, Cultivated Thru Till & Toil Thorn Blooddrops & Brow-Sweat - Has Moistened Our Soil Sprouting Tendrils & Offshoots That Loops Softly In Coils On Our Garden's Ground - Grown So Large & Lovely & Loyal (as More Queens of The Night & Roses Reigned Royal) The Story Is: We Saw The "For Sale" Sign ... & It Was Love At First Sight For Our Family & Our Future, It Would Fit Us Just Right We Bought The Ground-Plot - Our Land of Dreams So Bright ... Built A House, Made A Home & A Garden of Delight Filled With Peonies, Carnations & My Philodendron-Fetish Hydrangeas Spilling Riotously All Over The Trellis Ivy Interwoven All Thru The Surrounding Lattice Periwinkle & Prize Winning Magnolias Embellish As Cattails Encircle The Pond - Our Garden's Chalice We Walked Past Gladiolus & Silver Sage At Midnight We Stepped Into Our Private - Garden Stage In Moonlight Our Eyes Became Stars A Reflective Shine Our Lips Became Sprinklers - Our Arms Were Vines That Clung To Both Limbs - Yours & Mine That Attached Like Roots of Evergreen Pines That Rose Like Stems That Bleeding Heart-Flowers Climb Among Four O'Clocks & Hollyhocks & Silver Thyme While Wading Thru The Garden At Midnight While Wooing In The Garden In Moonlight (Part 1 of 2) Copyrighted ©: 8/30/2013 By: MoonBee Canady
Eighteen years of sorrow and abandonment. Eighteen years of drowning in my own tears and the pity of the pathetic bystanders. Eighteen years, and it finally comes to me in a sweet epiphany: MY life starts here. And what a better way to begin a life than to share it with another? With a woman no words can describe, no matter how beautiful and exotic (it would be an insult to say I could, for she is anything but definable). I have an eternity to look forward to with this woman who I pale, literally, in comparison. The woman with the dazzling eyes and perfect smile. I can forget about regression and progress to achieve everything I never believed existed in the world. At least, not anymore. I hear in her voice the sincerity I have craved my entire life. It's a wondrous thing when you can admit, wholeheartedly, that you can literally hear love bubbling up inside the crevices of someone's soul. She has opened my eyes and ears, spirit and heart, when I needed a rescuing no one but her could have offered with words unrelatable to a past that's eaten holes into my heart. And she calls herself lucky...
Looking about on a starry night An old man turned to his wife. . . "I see all the love we've shared somewhere -- beyond the moon in your eyes." She beamed.
35 years tonight without my mother, Way longer than the time I spent with you, Missing the fun we could have had, db May 2014
PIKE'S PEAK – (14,000 feet + ) Shallow stream Across the mountain path Along the sand and pebbles meandering… Rest stop and just off the trail then WAY off …Kansas!
(Part 2 of 2) While Wading Thru The Garden At Midnight While Wooing In The Garden In Moonlight Still Sharing Secrets That Our Shadows See On This Rendezvous To A Path of Our Life's Journey We Come To A Stop By A Stand of Myrtle Trees This Is The Spot Where The Earth Seems To Breathe As You Kneel In Blue-Star Grass Upon An Older Knee By The Purple Violets - Where You Proposed To Me Oh, What Better Way To Start Each Anniversary than In The Place That We Both Share Passionately ... When Walking Thru Our Garden At Midnight and Waking In Our Garden In Moonlight Written & Copyrighted ©: 8/30/2013 by: MoonBee Canady
Each year we talk of 911, but time has made it less, my friend. Have we already forgotten the holes in those lives it left behind? Their family's memories will last forever. A whole lifetime… What if you'd been trapped in one of the towers, with them? What would you have done while waiting for the end? With smoke billowing from below, and the heat rising within. The staircases and elevator shafts are crushed, you know… There're impassable. A few injured are with you, still? Would you believe you're going to die or live? Would you hold hands with other survivors of the crash? Would you wait a rescue from above? Would you pray to God? Would you smile when others prayed in another language at your side? Would you wait in silence? Would you simply cry? Would you take your phone out and call the family, you love? What would you say when you got them on the phone? This may be the last time to talk with them, you know. Would you ask your beloved to hold the phone, to hear the baby's breath? Could you even talk amid the tears and pain? Would you share your phone, for others to do the same? And when the building began to tremble and rock and fall… Would you cry out to God above? No one above survived. A memory we must not forget. But don't forget the thoughts and prayers that were going on within… Two hours of fear, hope, prayers and pain before the end…
Written in stone, not an honor but rather a reminder Written into the bone, no longer in pain but in solace Written and never gone, far longer than they should be Written as a tear on someones cheek, that was never meant to be Written as heroes for doing what we should all endeavor to do Write their names down, carved into the depths of memory A reminder there it shall sustain our thoughts and prayers And serve to constantly acknowledge that they have already Written freedoms verse. P.S. Those of you out there who are writing this down, and think that perhaps you will pen the next poem or prose in its antithesis. May I remind, that those who pen evils, will barely be a footnote to the epic that they have already written.
There once was a banana he did not have a nana until he got a name john was his name yay
A Fireman's light There called to duty , knowing the hardships toll When the flames rise and flickering high , out of control Strength courage, as the brother and sisterhood fireman brigade Rolls out the shiny red engines along Gods highway Each is hailed as they go about the towns, turning lights Side by side they fight the flames all through each tough day and flicking night They pull families on there back as they crawl in back drafts, near to walls Thoughts only rendering to save the lives of all they can, without having one fall They don't blink a lash,as they band together pulling one at time To there clinging backs passing them to each other on the ladders, and nets , sublime Knowing as they catch the families to there safety they give there all As they return to await another fireman's call by Deborah Shepard
Warm, cuddly, and just for me Me and my teddy are meant to be Through good and bad he's there by my side Always listening or making me smile My heart always flutters when he is near He is the one thing I hold so dear I'm so glad I found him Because he's the best thing in my life I wrote this poem to let him know The love I have sings deep within my soul And if you're wondering just who my teddy is Close your eyes and count to ten Because soon we'll be together again To live our life hand in hand. When I see him I almost run, I already know we'll have so much fun, I give him a hug and whisper in his ear, Stay by my side And we'll laugh and cry Trough thick and thin Until we die And if you haven't yet guessed My Teddy is you." He looks at me with a mocking smile, Almost as if he knew all the while. With his caramel eyes shinning like gold, He opens his arms and around me they fold. Don't worry my dear, the night's not yet through, Smile, be happy because you're my teddy too."
Nineteen fifty three monochrome life for us all colour sixty years galore
It's Saturday... It's today... The shouts are familiar afar behind the bars of my mind It's today… The streets are packed with people, but, the day's troubled in pain. Crows disperse off the trees, intimidated by the hoots of a 7 train I'm walking and time flees with the head fixed up in the sky. Can't help thinking, The Sun still shines, squirrels are frolicking... Today is my birthday. I take another lonely breath in, even the sea is celestial blue, It was four, three hours back, Don't know why, no clue, everybody is here, except you.
When he went away, He said,"Lehitraot,mama." Do vstrechi. He died but I'm still here Yes,in my heart I feel his love. But why did I live, And he did not? Auf wiedersehen Lehitraot. Yes,darling,I'll see you later, When the sky turns black and all the stars blaze bright I'll see you shining in the night. I'll see you in my dreams alas. Do vstrechi. But why you and not me too? Araka I can't understand. Lehitraot,beloved. A plus tard Some where in this world,you fell But no-one,not even God, can tell. God was absent then or in some other place He's gone again. They said He's died too, But He didn't have a mother like you. Do vstrechi. My breasts ache and my heart and soul, My breasts were made to make you whole. To feed, give love and to console. A plus tard And now they ache with grief as my tears fall. A bientot My body trembles in the night As dreams may bring my lost ones to my sight. A plus I'd walk across the roughest bleak terrain If l I could find my loves and hold your hands again. Do vstrechi. The bell rings on the ancient clock As time goes on as normal ,it doesn't stop. Araka I wish the hands of time could be reversed, And I was not living with this curse. People forget that I once had a son. They think my grieving has been done. Araka. But grief and loss and pain will never end Until the curtain of my death descends Auf wiedersehen. Meantime I look at flowers and birds and trees, But it's really you my deepening insight sees. Lehitraot. Th inscape of my heart is shown to few, An artist of the lost would know this view. I know I want to see just you. Do vstrechi. But for me there is no Auf wiedersehen Never again will you say What you said that day Lehitraot, Mama. Papa A plus tard Tot ziens. See you later See you soon. See you. You the beloved
Toe dit als eindig Daar was nêrens om te gaan Ek het myself versteek Gehoop iemand sal my kry Die dag het nooit gekom Soos tyd verloop het die pyn verdwyn Ek dog die herinneringe was finaal weg Ek was verkeerd Die keer is daar nie uit kom kans Uit die deur aan die einde van die oorlog binne my gees Daar is geen aan beweeg van waar ons op gehou het Daar is geen toekoms vir ons Ek het so baie van binne gesterf Ek het die pyn anvaar Ek sal nie terug kyk nie Ek sal nooit Jy weet nie Jy gee nie om nie Jy sal nooit besef Al wat ek weet van liefde is pyn Die persoon wat jy eens was Is dood en verot Ek lewe met 'n mes in my hart 'n Herinnering van wat ek nie kan wees Daar is niks wat jy kan doen Jy besef nie Jy ag nie Jy was nooit deel van my lewe Jy sal nooit wees nie Ek was gebore sonder liefde Onbemind
Today nineteen years ago, we said "Ido". This poem I dedicate, to you. The sun was shining then, as today, it was the fifth of may. Nineteen years, a long time, I'm so glad, your mine. I am not the easiest man, it's true, but I do love you. We , had many obstacles, along the way, we came through, look at us today. The fifth of may, our special day. Happy anniversary.
Come to the place where the grass is green and real Where the trees can feel And the plants can speak the healing words Green When green is clean When heat is sand and mess and sting When air is fly and kiss and dream When type can make me so many things Be here with me Baby Kry to the drama kings And be the rain in the storm of life Be thee mess and strife I am wife Looking to get out get out get out I am always here it is always there I am young and real and fake and scared Money is green It grows legally and illegally Its like the room and chair cry stop Like the pain is real and heal is fake or not I love her energy I loved him momentarily I'm a collage of word poetry Master of disguise momentarily -Jess
once fleet of foot these paired feet two no longer fly and silver steps are measured in minutes as time whistles by humming the same old tune that touched us so long, long ago when only radios played our songs and films reeled black and white writing wild fantasies of adventure and romance into pubescent minds sowing funflower seeds on virgin fields of dreams… and fun we reaped in tons and heaps back when we were fleet of foot dashing through days and dough as though they would never end… but end they did… and as we swing into life's twilight zone hands intertwined in a union everlasting clinging to fleeting branches of our memory tree, know that the die is cast and though fleet feet never last true love flies eternal…. ~ P
It is about that time when firecrackers start popping small bombs exploding and flares shooting out beautiful colors the night sky will be an extravaganza for a few days and a lot of exploding noises during the day, it is the Fourth of July the day of our independence and during this time of celebrations we let the whole world know that We be Americans descendants of the native, the slaves, the rejected, the indentured and the unwanted, what we call immigrants our founding fathers put us under one umbrella and we called ourselves Americans as in United, though we live in different States we have fought each other through the years but, We be Americans and through fighting each other we finally realized to do this right we got to live together because We be Americans so we formed, meshed and we got some kinks still and we know that but We be Americans, so, after three or four generations if my math is right we don't want to admit our blood is red, white and blue unless somebody tries to mess with us then we decide what course of action to take the problem today is liberal minds want to be politically correct and that is so un-American but they be Americans to, whatever so , while you eat your cue and drink your brew remember, at some time or another all of us was what you would consider illegal but guess what? now you got it! We Be Americans! Happy Fourth of July America
The world that sets aside its halcyon days will not reprise the time we seized our genitals for one audacious drama starring two, will not recall the lightning strike that instituted sacrament to mark an end and set eternal fire upon a new creation, you and I. ~
Liquid filled dreams crept through the cool night breeze as a still distant thunder cracked the horizon. I thought to my self that an earth quake must be taking ground for it's sake. Safe over the hill and still quit far up aways my moms home baked cookies broke the day. I had my own "Loc Ness", quite the demon, and as not to sneak snacks was an easyprice to pay. My world began empty and cold as it seemed from one life bring wisdom. Rough enough storm to destroy, every thing that we knew, the tusnami -a wave of a storm. I confess to hearing her laugh what a story this was going to make. Later they tried to pan the bottom of the oceans floor hoping to avoid more. And I will leave you here on your own but then after it's done you'll be home. No matter what you'll stay, but if another one comes Austrailia is that way,my moms arm waved. And I see her begining to stare, her mind was set on wide open to get it all those people saved. I do still answer myself again and again about why if it hurts so bad, The answers all began to be crystal clear and the answer is; She worked hard to make it a decent place to live and storms bad enough they called in the Hubble. A tusnami destroys everything. Everything she loves about her life is in rubble. Based on the idea of how people live, And why she cares when they die, Fighting with intimacy, While they drag the sea to collect people who died, And my mind begins to wonder why the storms taking so long to decide, We are waiting here waiting for another heck of a ride.
I am happy I love my better half and kids The treasures of me they are. I am happy Days of mine are good and nights are silence No worry in my life. I am happy No debts, all the having are my own Simplicity the word I like. I am happy The In box of mine is full of friendly mails Show the true friend ship.
I have never come here because I was sure I wouldn't find you, but now that I have arrived this silent autumn's garden makes me feel you may be around I don't hear your steps like a lost tired ghost or see your shining transparence or listen to a whispered voice. No, I can't feel hot or cold or any creeping sensation. It is just that when I read your name in this clean and clear marble and saw your black and white picture where you appear so young, so healthy, (I had chosen it myself) when this silence invaded my soul and the image of this garden brought me the memories of your happy and strong steps through the grass of our house, and these memories came so alive I knew you were at my side Well, what to do? I sit in this nearby grave and lay down on your lap waiting for the old peace to come. Dad, is it true that you have talked to my brother and that you have helped him? Is it true that he has asked and that you have answered? I was the one who used to believe in such unbelievable things, remember? And yet I hadn't come here before today for I was sure I wouldn't find you. As you can see dad, I changed my mind. I changed my faith and so did my way two seconds after your leaving. I was supposed to be the strongest I am ashamed of my weakness Would you forgive me, my father? Could you? I felt lost, dear I felt angry, and I felt alone I hated God, I hated to be alive. Now that I have come and that you are here . . . I can see my wasted life Not anymore, my love Not anymore, heavenly God Eat this marshmallow pie I brought and let's enjoy your birthday. Thank you for bringing me back to the good old times and o.k., Mr. Silly for next year, strawberry pie. Patrícia Evans
(This is not my birthday...just a "what if" theme) There are a thousand births like mine in that cluster of the noosphere the rolling earth had left behind— where birth and death joined hands to siphon off the heavens in a moment, in a block of space etched by an evanescent time. A thousand births, a hundred years, and altogether disappeared as father of the father of my father will not cause extrusion of a single tear nor anything beyond a dusty line of history—the earth will not look back upon the airless cubicles, and I may smile upon the moment when my father smiled, and let it go. Within that crystal box, and scarce observed there is a breath drawn in, another sent away... a candle life ignited, snuffed, to float out to the stars, unseen, where memory is like the rising mist that one time only may refresh the morning air. ~
Twisting up my body emboldened Hyping my spirit to Planet 9 Thrusting gently my soul to an off beat Jerking up my feet in no fete Throwing hands in the air Moving my carcass to an unheard hurly-burly Heaping up dance on my hips Humming to a tune of no name Shaking ones head like an Agama. Until my Fibula was aching I became hyper-active For what, I queried myself? For a dance of no tune Indeed a Fandango only of the Spaniard. This time in Samonda, Ibadan. In my quest to situate the 46 years Independence Anniversary of Nigeria. We are dancing to no tune in particular.
Your hand holding my hand Your eyes locked into mine Our lips slightly wet from our kisses Your body singing my bodies song Your heart beating in time with mine Our minds thinking our same thought Your mouth speaking my words Your mine and I'll forever be yours For Lorena & Carlos, 2008. May you have a happy long lasting marriage.
the swans glided gracefully making circles on the pond the sun's luminous glow a mirror reflection of their souls. her heart skipped a beat as her lips parted to smile his arms wrapped her tightly tender fingers graced her cheek. he gently caressed the softness of her hair his touch, a warmth she always adored she clasped his hand in hers with care the feeling electric; the way it had begun. her hand stroked his lovingly she beamed with pride from within slowly she turned to gaze into his eyes he was her heart, her joy, the love of her life. he tucked her hair behind her ear cupped her face in his hands as he deeply & passionately kissed her rosy, full lips. they soaked in the moment of love's words through touch feeling the beautiful essence they had created with love. with nature as their witness guarding their precious moment they honoured their day their anniversay; the way it had begun.
The thousand arms of Lucy come beating on my door at that very second my instincts set on soul survival first I run and dodge them then I fight the losing fight until I am surrounded by a never ending night every direction wicked I don't know which is best is the fight still worth fighting when we have such little left? A needle in the darkness is suddenly stabbing me everything is a warning caught in hypersensitivity everything destroys me hurts me to the bone but I continue forward until I am far from home Lucifer and his army of degenerated brains existing in a real world like pawns in his warped game the world is all here, with the veil cast upon us you must now ask your God, why would he want us? Why would he need us? when he holds so much power acting brave until the chains pull with such force downward now we are enslaved to the void that forms before us little being known that we are in motion to be the great destroyer
Hold Me ..& don't let go until I tell you to. You see because when you hold me all my pieces mend together. And even the slightest cracks are filled with your love. Kiss Me .. Kiss me like theres no tomorrow. Because truth is there may not be a tomorrow. Tell Me ..Tell me how much you love me & tell me how much I mean to you. And don't let a day a go by without expressing how you feel. Because everyday is not promised however love last forever and the only thing worse than a goodbye, is a silenced heart.
That spooky time of year Creeps up upon us, again We celebrate death, goblins, and evil things We might as well celebrate Taxes If we are to celebrate creepy things.
O my Four of July, what dream of mine Shall I give you wolf? A job? A foreclosure paradise? A world of light Towards the spectrum of death? But such awareness call it nightmare – Not even the illusion of being buried by dust Under the heat of a claiming day Like silly worm tries to hold life telling the moon it is going To be a tomorrow better And sing the waste of a song That old song as you can see it.
All I can think of is that dented firefighters helmet As I recall that concrete and twisted steel tomb Those dazed and dusty faces lost in disbelief In the rubble of the fallen towers Only moments ago, the planes assailed New York Pulverizing the heart of the nation Steel supports gave way, bodies fell from the smoke Our delusions of safety burning away From the debris we plucked the pieces of hellish reality The rescue workers keeping theirs, and I mine Holding fast to the hope of a chance to find life Somewhere in the hazy gray of uncountable names Those who've been lost now sleep around us as we work Although they've been consumed and ripped Their spirits, our hope, and a brighter future remains Healing the wounds, cleaning the blood, and drying the eyes As we lifted a piece of broken wall the helmet fell free Tumbling down the tor of steely concrete to land at my feet Burning the truth of that day beyond any comprehension Side by side we worked understanding...that unspoken moment
Birthdays suck therefore I refuse to turn thirty-four August third just another day And that is all I am going to say
Oh... Oh... Come Into The Moon Light … And Dance With Me Tonight I've Pink Champagne, Lit FirePlace Flame And The Stars Are Twinkling Bright I've Put On Your Favorite Dinner and Rose Dress For Your Delight Ooooh, Come Into The Moon Light … And Dance With Me Tonight Heeeey, Honey, What Happened To The Lights? You Paid The Bill … Alright? Bring Me A Beer and That Remote Here The Cowboys Play Tonight ! Why's The Table Set… We Got Guests? Is That Dress A Little Tight? …… * *///// # # ////\\ I Don't Know Sam… She Just Picked A Fight ! Hauled-Off and Hit Me… With All… Her… MoonBee… M i g h t !
Lost with my last sights it seems little else could go wrong, Left without any legal rights it seems to be a dance and song, Caught outside the window of evenings long remembered, Only for the memories that will be willingly rendered, You are only a hero to me, And for ever that will be, Listening to my own hearts own empty desires, Moving only here making it now on dampened fires.
The jazz men of Grand Central Terminal Gathered on the dirty edge of Park Avenue Wearing the green-white guayaberas and some honeymoon sombreros. Suddenly we have been interrupted at the last minutes our jokes Because an old scholar of ours has asked to do so; He wishes to sing a song he has written 90 years ago! For a while we stood there watching his face. The small eyes not even the shadow of a failure. As far as I could see it he was right. We're no longer young anymore! But they shake their heads. "This our last chance And you aren't sure what it was. The line of Living And the line of being dead." As they're gazing over the bush land With my old blue guitar who's gazing the Speaker With whom they came to raise a question from a past with the tune Of "Green Bridge where I go to die Either I'll cry or flame myself by rage!" Even as now I talk, in shake hands too, they do not listen. And now and then, I see the reason, the handsome gull is growing Old too but not the fight their own And his voice was still sharp. Oh what a song! Moment by moment, I look at him. Look strong, Following each word well under the cloudless heart of ours. "Who is singing the Guantanamera's song in English?" Rise, manhood, for full grace, with fire in his eyes Once were waved with age-tears. "I am, with the birds!" He gazes at us, fascinated. Making a sound, when, just as we are ready to explain this is not for him, he turns back. Since we try to understand what happen, I can see him walking away to 42nd Street, untouchable by the wind. While us, like a group of kids We are still playing on the mug.
When I see you, I see hope. The hope of a soldier, Fighting his way in a war, Who wants nothing more than Just to make peace, and to Make it home. When I see you, I see light. It's the light of kindness. But its buried underneath Everything that's harmed you. And it shines bright just for The one you love most. When I see you, I see strength. Your strength overpowers all. It comes for the pain you've Ventured from, the scars that Mark your skin. They've made You stronger. When I see you, I see inspiration. With all you've witnessed and Dealt with, how you can make it Through is amazing. That solely Helps me to remember that I can go on with all this. When I see you, I see a hero. Like the one Marvel would make up. Although you've been to Hell and back, To the moon and Sun, you still have Just one piece of you that Gives you reason to stay. When I see you, I see an angel. You are glorious, magnificent, Greater than anything I've seen. You're sweet, loving, brave, And you ask for very little In return. And that's why I love you. You're wholesome, you've beaten All odds, you don't judge, you are Amazing. You are everything I could Ever want and more, and the best part: You are completely real.
My birthday is coming, so should i say when? should i be happy or sad or be as chipper as ever? Does birthdays matter, when you are turning old? I am sure my birthday is coming... so is it when, again?
Admist the rocky mountains And the natural springs Comes a better place I remembered things under this lamp post is where you first asked me to take your hand in marriage I remember you down on one knee and the snow was just starting to fall You looked like a little lost puppy looking for a way to speak I took your hand and said yes That was over twenty years ago And to this date we still come back to the Springs of Colorado and say I Do Tribute To Colorado Rocky Mountain High
Free Our country, right or wrong. No, our country. Not perfect, needs work Work harder, laugh longer Stand taller, give easily Love deeper, share daily See clearly, talk softly Go quietly, feel deeply Play freely, sing loudly Be Proud.
Shut in three days howling wind whipping power lines dangle Ham and beans simmer atop the old wood heater. a head start on tomorrow's hunger four finally tired Children asleep in bunches scattered around the warm barn Mine and yours tumbled together. forgetting to be jealous we know it can't last Daylight spent carrying wood and entertaining children I am all out of games But nights, heart to heart we danced by the light of our sweet winter fire
A cigar in my mouth An ice chest by my side Every American this day Should hold tremendous pride A day such as this Calls for celebration For it is the birthday Of our exemplary nation Kids round the country Light works of fire And all of these children Never seem to tire Today calls for drinks Lined up all around Tequila shooters Time to paint the town Some may say I party too much They are probably right But I don't listen to talk of this such If they degrade me for my actions That is their own decision I don't care For my life is led with precision All of my life Everything I do Is based on freedoms Our ancestors chose to pursue The building block of this country What holds all things together Was written 52 in pen Made from a feather July the fourth Seventeen seventy six Our nation was formed Today was the day We earned the right to be free Our founding fathers deserve Our respect to the highest degree Many have forgotten What this day means Today years ago we broke off the ties To all kings and queens Life, liberty And the pursuit of happiness Is what our founders fought for 230 years ago today Round the world came a roar For this great nation Was finally made Our road to freedom Was finally paved Two centuries have past And some choose to ignore How our eagle Began to soar This day isn't about fire works It is a tribute Finally there was an end To this bold dispute We stood up and faced The current world power Victorious was the outcome This was our greatest hour To the warriors To the men To all I solute For this day is when We stood up and said no longer shall tyranny we will have to endure Freedom Was now finally secure We did prevail A day to be remembered For its epic scale
It was a baren world We fled without a feather of pride After the storm was gone Escaping the aftermath to hide What in you was going on I remember the fury of the night And you coming, coming, coming But never reached beyond the thought While our lives in a drama was caught I was your butterfly And knew when flitting your net Unless my wings were given rest The agony of desire Would exhaust the dream complete So after the storm had battered roofs And shredded doors apart We gathered all that was given For safe keeping to our hearts And across the tattered landscape Of broken arrangements And sweet interminable arguements We pick our way Leaving broken poles of light Hemmorrhaging water mains Trees cast on the rubble before our sight And proude places we could not recognize again Things so solid Fallen to tide of air, leaning on our fear Amidst the squalor's emptiness Being gripped in the sense of nothingness And precarious or vulnerable, I do not know I like a barge was towed against the flow And Wilma was gone Long gone, the poor discontented winds, the storm And looking beyond the first meet In what language did we learn This was supposed to be love Because after frozen life of tepid cities Compassion becomes a need to give I saw the dove beating in your hand A heart about die But I could not outrun you We fled beyond the limits of all Gommorah And love breathing hotly Its pounding footstep keeping pace With our puffing bodies Out of wind, with so much wind already wasted In the destruction of everything No obituaries are intended For so the days that well were blended And I wade these moments Breast deep in memory I wish I could explain cruelty Or tell the world some science That would make us beautiful Without the disgusting violence of the heart What is it that provoke rational people To expose their meaninglessness As if we were all dogs Crotching landmarks everywhere And I could not have known with my eyes turned away For I find great pleasure in the scent of flowers And scant time to sniff The vulagarity through us like flotsom drift There is such a terrible beauty in the past When the present can only a momengt last O yes tomorrow though Tomorrow and tomorrow is so better off It is always better what we do not know Always better you should know Reality is a pale reference To our expectations So I will not chide The borrowed time And I bear no envy to such a clime Without the wretched writhing storm.
Under a witch's moon blows the wind that blows within she sings her songs in out of tune In her troubled heart sorrow blows across her soul on a restless storm of going . . . . away Her slender shoulders carry weight unmeasured of you who looks inside and weeps and God you were a friend and she cries a river winding through valleys dark where you have gone and Where endless deserts end sand catches between her toes scuffing pretty plumes of prismed moonlight into dust
A feast of joy in my heart.. All in the season... Jingle the bells.. The beats are the same as my hearts. Smell and touch of the weather.. And the taste of chicken.. From the sky.. I will pick a star to adore my neck,. The dumb sing a song of merry christams.. Merry seems uending.. Such as freedom from a prison. I smell in the air,the effect of a laughing gas.. To this beautiful day,all to it.. The rain claps.. On this day,between my foes.. I bridge all gaps.. All pains,today,santa shall mend.. From our hearts we sing songs..Of jingle bells to the end..
As I awake each morning, I thank God for a safe night. The birds are singing, And the sun is so bright. What a difference today is, From yeateryears, when woke discouraged, My mind full of fears. To accomplish simple tasks Was more than I could meet. For me to leave my comfort zone, Would only leave me in defeat. I lived behind closed doors, Not a friend to find, but in my isolation, Found restoration in my mind. I woke this morning giving thanks, For the sun shinning bright, Knowing today wii have its fears, But with God's help, an easier fight.
A Mothers Love My mothers Love, I feel so strong, She shows me constantly, we have a special bond. She hugs, kisses me, sometimes too much. My mothers Love, I see her tears, I know she is reflecting on the past 12 years, We play, we go for nature walks, we splash in the clear, cool, refreshing river of the Minnehaha Falls. We spend hours, gazing up at the clear blue sky, our hearts skip a beat at the sight of a red tailed hawk. My Mothers Love, is unconditional, We have each others heart, forever sealed, Our love for Nature, is truly mutual, My Mothers Love, she tells me, Was started the moment I was conceived.
Finally the day Relaxing in my lawn chair Barbeque grill smoking; Smells oh so good! Volleyball over the net Family fireworks—Wow!
Glamorous, fun and full of life Always an interesting and loyal wife Around the village she is known For living life in her own particular tone For her family she does prepare Many a feast beyond compare For the animals so oft alone She has given much love, shelter and even her home Come Christmas time the house is all a glitter As Audrey runs around doing the annual jitter Smiling from within is this special being Generous, giving and all seeing Her energy would seem to overflow Never one to leave others low This is my grandmother The Great Grandy Whose life runs circles around those less than 80! To my life you have brought Something which can never be taught You gave yourself, you made me smile As I saw you go the extra mile Within my thoughts I hold you dear And in that way you are always near I close my eyes and picture your face And know that time cannot displace The essence of the inner you That in my life now follows through Thank you for always being such a dear Your effect on my life is more than clear
America my home, America is where I grew up, America where I thought I was safe. One day America let me down, It was not longer safe, the place where I grew up. A terrorist attack happened that day, I was at school ready to run away. There was fear in the air, more than 30,00 people lost their lives, which is not fair. Four planes crashed and many died, I was so surprised. The world trade center towers are not longer there, they are no where. I went to school like any other day, but watched the news instead of played. I hate the thought of this day, But it is one I will remember forever, everyday. We bought flags and stood with pride, for our country we would not hide. We will find whoever did this to us, even if we have to travel by bus. This is one day that will never go away, September 11, 2001.
Dear Aunt Louise Happiest of times are made so By people around us and Those connected by The crossing of paths.
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how i love the times we have already forgotten in the slip stream of another argument as to how it really was oh how i miss my clarity and now you tell about how you also miss your clarity and as we try to mesh these different stories together we turn into lava waiting to cool into soil that produces palm trees macawes and beaches but thousands of miles away from one another standing like shells washed in from archaic oceans we listen within the conch to hear our far reaching tell tales with hard ears and tongues of barnacles
After millions of seconds, every second seeming, much longer than the other. All we wanted was good news, all we wanted was you... A night with little excitement only listening to the music, and watching stars make lame jokes, my sister and I heard a ring, only faint cause the phone was outside. Praying that everything was all right we only wanted you safe, we hear a sob from my mom. As the moment my life fell apart the good news never came. You ran, you jumped, you swam, you quit. Why? I don't understand. We still haven't stopped asking questions, Why you? Why us? Why then? Those questions will never be answered. It's been almost five years Why?! When you left you took a part of us with you, My mom says hello, Can you say hello to Ashley for me? I hope you take her camping, and watch the stars at in the sky. I hope everything's alright. I know your dad came to join you, Does it make you happy when people join you, maybe that's what was going through my sisters mind, maybe we all miss you more than you'd expect Ever since you've been gone, there has been a silence, never questioned cause we don't want to face the truth I wonder if you had more time if you wouldn't have done it, do you regret it, or do you like the silence in the clouds. We will never understand why you ran. Life hasn't been the same since, it's gone done hill from there, you will always be in my thoughts.
How many of us suffered to death? How many of them gained more wealth? How many of us mourned? How many of them earned? How many times we suffered such a pain? How many times they will do this again? They are Cruel but… We don't have to be.
Come away with me… to a place that's safe and warm, where love abounds and none can harm; to a place where clear blue waters meet hot white sand, where we can stroll together forever, hand-in-hand. Come away with me… to a place where dreams take flight, and they don't disappear with the night; to a place where crashing waves serenade lovers lying in a hammock in the shade. Come away with me… to a place where we can be free, where you can be you, and I can be me; to a place of dancing in the rain, where we can leave behind all the world's pain. Come away with me… to a place where our bodies become one, on a blanket under the stars or under the sun; to a place of no secrets, no regrets, where forgiveness lives and hurt forgets. Come away with me… to a place where bodies entangle in passion's embrace, where gazes linger and wild hearts race; to a place of ecstasy, joy and peace, where fireworks explode, oh sweet release! Come away with me… where no one else can be, a place reserved for just you and me. Just hold me tight, get lost in a kiss; for in that moment is where this place exists.
On this day 12 years ago- I said yes to a man I knew would love me through and through. This one is for you Destiny, its just another word for me and you. Life is funny how it plays you, bringing together strangers like you and me. It was not love at first sight, but more like a curiousity I wanted to bite. The first years were the worst, I was following my sometimes rocky destiny. You were there holding me tight and wiping my tears without a fight. Your love never faultered or failed, never once did you bail. Good times and bad we have had it all, and your still here standing tall. My love for you has fully bloomed, more then I thought I could ever give. Destiny is what I say, for it seems to me we were always ment to be. Thanks to the powers that be for bringing you to love me. Thanks to my husban for twleve years of loving, always and forever.
Loud fluttering sounds, adorn the cameron skies Butterflies,heavens light shelterd us Timeless petals lay on our jasmine pillows of grace I love thee, kiss my lips There are two angels, one of the sight, cradled lull Lightness tenderly the voice of your gentle soul , I am she I shall feel this with cherubs laughter, each angels sleeve Tenderly you carry the rose to my breathe Beneath, all rafters, I seek thee With scented candles dancing , celeste teas We shall kiss my winged one,Watching rippling of tides estuarine With many woven dreams, I miss thee
Each day I open my eyes and the sunshine through my window and I wonder what's out there. Who's going to be main course today for dinner? Chewed up and spit out like some piece of prime rib we all need to be Carnavour or we were all better off dead. Counting off the terrorist stories and tragic mysteries of how many girls disappeared today? Oh next it might be me. That's why I look both ways when I cross the street and on dark nights I stay on the sidewalk where there's light enough to see my predators lurking. Because you never know in the jungle " she wrote" and she'll finish it. She's not sympathetic to those who are idiots because your just walking and you'll fall into her trap. You better be smart or she'll have you lying on the ground crying. Don't think she's a punk because being ignorant never got no one a slice of pie. She's sweet but she can also be bitter, and you don't want to catch her on her bad side. Dreams and determination can keep you on a straight arrow out of the jungle but some never leave and they never will.
Walking down the Serenity beaches, soft stranger of my eyes Endless seashores with twilight souls , in the shadows you called me Beyond the reaches of thee, I could feel your heart so far away Caressed in souls love, I await you Beauty in my angels window, his velvet dark wings can be seen To the raging's seas I call he To dusty mirror shedding my equine Come what may , to my Rose lithe Shall the mornings bring sweet treasures Whilst thou my heart? All feathered brightest stars, Each waking part Sacred reunion laced auras, I feel you Take my hand, My gentle spirit See the blue espied moon, cascading whispers It captures forever in my soul silvery kiss, My secret one Lyrics for the melody you sing in my forgotten soul Romance , hypnotic essence In quadric moon rises murmuring kiss
Today Scoring scores three times I must move on To wait the rest of my death
Ba-bump. My heart flutters when you're around. My eyes gleam when you tell me you love me. Our love is strong. It is whole. My soul is complete. You fill my other half. Ba-bump.. When your body clashes against mine, My body becomes agitated for more, With only the slightest touch. You know me inside and out, And I love you for that. Ba-bump… You don't cause my tears, You scare them away, The moment you hold me. Ba-bump…. Tell me everything's alright, Scare my tears away. Tell me you love me forever and for always. Cause my heart to flutter, And my eyes to gleam. Then and only then, My pain will end, So that my soul will be complete. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.. Ba-bump… Ba-bump….
We get off the plane and smell the lovely air. Hawaii. One of the most beautiful places. I look at you and smile. "This place is beautiful," I say, spinning around. "Yes, it is," you say and pull me close. "I love you," I say. I love you too," you say and kiss me. Hand in hand we walk into the setting sun. The sun's poking through the shades in our room. "Good morning beautiful," you say when I open my eyes. "Good morning," I say and smile. "I've got a surprise for you," you say and smile. I look at you questionably. "Just get dressed and I'll show you." "Okay." You take my hand and lead me down to the beach. "I heard you've always wanted to do this," you say and smile. You point to two goals. My face lights up. "Sand soccer," I say happily and look at you. You kiss me and smile, "I figured you'd like it." We walk down to the two goals and we'r e put on a team. We play for hours and hours. When the game is over, we sit on the sand by the shore. "That was fun," I say and look at you. "Yeah, it was," you say and lean in and kiss me. "I love you," I say as you warp your arms around me. "I love you too," you say and smile. We watch the sun set on the beautiful sea before we head back to our room. The next day we surf. We surf for hours. "This is great baby," you say as we sit on our boards. "Yeah," I say and smle, "you must really like doing this," I say and brush a srand of hair from your face. "Yes," you say and you lean in and kiss me.
Before the Deluge, God had forbidden His chosen people to eat animal flesh... it was after the Big Flood that He ordered Noah and his family to eat it. Why be reluctant to eat pork on New Year's Day... is it dirty and disgusting? But isn't poultry or beef any cleaner that pork is? Let me have this tasty meal, and ridicule those who won't: hypocrites, I say shamelessly.... don't call me a guiltless pagan, I read from the Holy Scriptures as God spoke so adamantly. Let me have sour kraut and black eyed peas along with red wine and crunchy bread: to celebrate what the Lord created and the Earth abundantly gives!
Broken dreams Torn at the seams Ripped apart Like a broken heart Left alone To restart. Time and again People part Till you find that special one To hold your heart.
Ancient giant tree Century old; Free spring leaves emerge Song of sorrow Sadness gives birth; New joy springs forth Live mass people's parade Invited guests arrive; Cheery celebration TV and new media Watching big parade buzz; Wonderful feelings surge Roaring full house Crowded grandstand; Plenty to celebrate Smiles now style Moments of grace; Kids of all ages Gratitude floods Attitudes change; Joy cements bond Leon Enriquez 10 August 2014 Singapore
Holiday Traveler Millicent from Milwaukee Wisconsin was using the library computer trying to adjust her schedule to actually catch her flight home her collage is in ROME. Tommy Thompson is in Albuquerque trying to get back home to Texas, Nome. The notion of travel upsets most people and they swallow too much Dramamine in quantities not meant to be consumed they leave the shelter of the dome depending way too much on average Joes as such as cab and hack motivators in a non controlled zone using money as a buffer as they roam to assure the certainty of connecting to the airport dome. Sholom waved shalom at Kiev airport and he will wave shalom when he returns as Solomon. Cindy Breckinridge cooked a turkey at her home and stayed there with the turkey frozen partly in the oven cooked on one side so her husband could have some. Little Johnny apple seeded all the trees in TerryTown and walked another mile with that silly iron pot upon his top. Charlax rode his bus to kill the time he has his pass his November usage paid from GOD. Thanksgiving time come. Holiday Traveler
Loyal listener.. perfect friend.. keeper of my secrets.. I feared you knew not your wortH! Offering your shoulder... my burdens to bear.. How we laughed at life's DramA. Velvet lies dripped from your tongue.. enticing a confession of my Love.. I prayed that we never parT. Enchanted by your smile.. infatuated by your embrace.. I gave to you my lovE How could you.. You knew what my heart felt.. I loved you so welL. Affection dead and buried.. remorse holds my hand.. my trust just an empty echO. Tenderness has deserted me.. callousness floods my soul.. I would have your heart on a shiV. Emotionless I see the real you.. my devotion dead..vengeance flickers I shower you with hatE!
Crowd everywhere This is a scene seen once in every score years The city centre bubbling Anticipation high Then out of the forest comes masquerades Only they aren't the major attraction Naked young virgins are They have come to celebrate fertility They mustn't match the bare soil Red rug are laid in their heed They match very slowly and majestically across the town towards the city centre Rain is drizzling to wash away the iniquities of the land Caps are pulled off and umbrellas are put off. Everyone must be cleansed by this falling water Finally the entourage arrive the market square The virgins make sacrifices to the goddess of fertility Hey!This is the cry of jubilation. Dances begin at the city square Everyone participates donning loin cloth The goddess has been appeased A new era has dawned
Dark fixed at night to fright in deep consciousness flight Gone in desperation quick fix to hide inside pain In heated pleasure silenced to a slow pitch Slowly In fetters sought with creatures among lines drawn in features Cemetary Dark in dusk who do we trust Blackened stench in negate trench A trance sold out advance per chance In limestone some engrafted in time A warm encounter with ghost sublime Fought back the tears to hide the pain Along lines asunder totally insane filled in dreams slight scream with Summer's rain Eyes filled up with coffins chill in brain Suffering chill down spine through a collapsed dispare Cemetary An eagle fly's above shelter lies dormant amidst the pain Not some door mat bent on any high healed excursion In the pit of silence nursed back the tear of ellusive hate Cemetary We carry dreams filled with timeless fragmentation in ellusive lines filled in imagination Carry me further down by the river pilgrims process shelter lieth dormant Amidst modest apparell to appease the night in sullen asps in seperation into a vile cavity; Chaste impulse that derives an analogy sullen fragments Cemetary very scarey even if your in the weary Trampled back its timeless clause by impulse an explosion of applause Cemetary Having long hanging viscious fangs that bite in the night to fright A shout of intense madness filled with sadness Shadows fixed within timeless clause A plausible cue toward a viable loss...
I love her more than words can say And I know nothing will get in our way I love her more than anything in the world And I know she's a blessing from the lord I love her more than I can express And could never love her any less I love her more than anyone knows And I know things will never get too low Because I love her more than anything.
There she lies in the sofa Reading a novel My lovely princess Born on a Valentine's Day Fair she was and cute Delicate and soft She exuded wisdom She portrayed love My Valentine pal I remember her smiles now Her solemn kisses She lived a life to her fill As I cast my mind back To the past Val seasons I spent with her Good thoughts re-echo In my mind We walked for miles We sat close to each other Beside the shore We admired God's unique creation The words she spoke On her twenty-fifth birthday Sounded so true to me "Darling, you really mean so much To me Your unfailing care surpasses My imagination Your daring strength Has brought us thus far You kept our secrets You shared them With no one else You kept me As a priceless Jewel You carried me gently In your hands" Today marks The fifth anniversary Of the day We exchanged Our espousal vows My heart is full of joy As I ponder over these things.
We get off the plane, back in LA. We drop our stuff off at home and go out for the day. You wait outside the bathroom door. "Baby," I say. You stop breathing. "What is it?" I slowly open the door. "Yes." I say and smile. "Yes!" you scream and pick me up. You spin me around and kiss me. 9 months later I step out of the car. 3 of us this time. Isavella. Our first daughter. "She looks just likeher mom," you say and smile. "With her daddy's eyes," I say and look at you. "I love you," you say. "I love you too," I say and gently kiss me. We're older now we've made it a long way. We sit on the deck and watch the sun set. "All or nothing," I say and hold your hand. "All or nothing," you say and lead me down to the sand. "30 years is a long time," you say to me and pull me close. " So is forever," I say. You hit play and Amazed comes on. "We'll make it that far, I swer," you say as we start to dance. We look at Isabella playing in the sand. "I know baby," I say and smile. We'll last forever. Nothing will break us. We'll always be together. Together forever.
As you count the days, I've been gone I wonder has much changed Since I last left home It takes so much more than I love you And a kiss on the forehead every morning To make a relationship work My hearts so sore and it keeps telling me If I go on without you much longer It's going to make this companionship hurt A warm hug won't make everything better But it helps, so forget these simple steps Charms could never linger in this weather For there is no such depth Still you count the days, I've been gone Still I wonder has much changed Since I last left home I know I can't be there every moment you cry But when I am, it makes your loneliness die And who's there to watch the children Maybe tomorrow lady liberty will burn I've come to find that you have much to say It'll be seven years of bumping heads in may So whether it's in my grave or beside you That's where I'm going to continue to lay I wonder do you still count the days I've been gone Tell me, has much changed Since I last left home
A lone blade of grass The sense of nature sweet with fragrance flourishing In times of uncertainty marked on a blotted page Within solace we release its pain, Shouts of madness torn asunder. Pilgrims progress sharpened its pencil Insanity Marked on a blotted page yet fully intact When will we act our age, In demonic torn relics of suede in billows creation To frolic in the inner ambiance of the day A humble way by which to bow the knee to pray Although its shivers down my spine in frolic Insanity In chosen ambiance onto its beckoning call, The way of a poor child after the fall Then marked on a blotted page all alone With emmense inner conflict & pain Shoulder to cry after the rain A quiver of the nerve pressed on a heal in sore vex plight Insanity Innocent killings of the unborn in their mothers womb To ceil their tomb from harming fumes Insanity Bras being burned in our streets Children returning to war zones we call schools The march of the soldiers & fools The eclipse of the sun had tainted my inner vision A quest for power in sore derision A decision of laughter in the height of the wind A feeling of neglect by which one faintly can depend Shouts of praise filled with sounds of laughter The preparation of a guest to await the great here after Insanity Children having baby's & crazy Crimes of the innocent in the blood on our streets Getting crazy in the linens on the sheets Crazy music as we learn another timely beat A heart pulse torn in a crazy way, A different dance display A laughter in the rain A page of intellect in my brain A bridge in circumstance amidst the pain Sadness in the heart again Perhaps its best to hold my breath Then count to the number ten In shadows the darkness creeps in Society is going straight to Hell!
Shipping Rapping paper Giving undivided Temptation Counting minutes Unwind On the door step Knocking Surprise order Trimmed Unforgettable Original
Twenty third of September two thousand nine. A night to remember intoxicated, the casino smells of pine. I have just turned twenty nine... Loud, a mixed crowd. Drinking, gambling, I'm in the smokers lounge. Hunting, I'm a sex hound. Thinking, while dancing. We make our rounds. R&B sounds, Coming from above. Dancing with fury, drinking without care. Tomorrow is going to hurt, hungover, alone in my lair Jared Pickett 9/26/09 Asavvy1
30 years together today Sure does not seem that long But time flies when your having fun Its not always roses and sunshine I guess its what you make it , that counts You sometimes struggle with obstacles that get in your way Together you greet the challenges of a marriage The tumbles you meet get easier together Times are sometimes rough , but being a family helps out You look to the positive end of the stick and you survive Happy 30 th anniversary to my husband Let's make it last some more years
Like veterans Home from war I miss you As you were once At my bedside Like a stone I am forever rolling Roaming toward a reluctant Destination Apologies my friend I truly will miss you I am sorry I was just wondering If i'd ever see you again Here's to you my friend Discomfort The coldness That warms us all Do as you will But I became One to beg upon Your absence As you were once Along side my bed Apologies my friend I truly will miss you I am sorry I was just wondering If I'd ever see you again Sincerely "Memories of a few good men"
I sat up all night afraid of the answer, I peed on a stick does that seal my faith forever? Honestly tell me we were in love and then I will feel so much better. You said you wanted me the whole me, I said you complete me and then we finished it. I never meant for this to occur this new life that is struggling to survive, mommy needs, mommy wants, but what does this little thing ask? I can feel it as I touch my tummy it's like it's vibrating almost the same sound that my heart made when we hit extasy and i'll never forget. It was supposed to special, it was supposed to be real you told me you wanted this and now your pointing fingers at me. I am desprately trying to hold on to something that I never really had, I heard about the other girls is that why you don't want to be a daddy? Am I holding you down, am I tying you up? I can do this on my own if you don't feel up to it. It's the future it's here and i'm sad to say it can go either way... do you want to be included in it or do I have to trash your name but never call you daddy? I cried a million tears, my well is dry and my baby is trembling. She needs you and I need you I want this to be perfect. No more chasing after an image that was supposed to be us. I can't excape this not without causing some strange disaster. The girl looks up and glances at the stick and it turns out that it's negative, she smiles to herself and then she gets sad she walks to the telephone to make a phone call that would end all the madness.
the feeling that you know you have to let go of nonsense or die because everyone knows when they're maxed out and they just can't go on with the b.s. it's all organ shots at this point move to safe grounds and make due with the cavemen hoping they don't know about booze yet but when they do ... oh ... all hell breaks loose @ least it's a little while until the next jump the next desertion on plans for nothing on your menu of humans waiting for your maxed out presence whilst having no shoes and, possibly, no soul
Waking up in the morning, Knowing that if your hair isn't proper your going feel the sting. It shouldn't be this way but shallowness is what makes the world twist and turn. Beautiful people get hired every day and we'll never know if it was because of their stunning ness or their portfolio. Honestly the first thing you do in the morning is check in the mirror. It's not because your shallow, you just want to make sure that you look good because you know that people talk and if they do it shouldn't be you that's ever mentioned. It hurts to hear whispers in the air and your name is being thrown every where and there's nothing you can do about it. Fix yourself up, even add a little make up to hide the things that even a magnifying glass couldn't see. You turn in the mirror in your most expensive high heel shoes, Your just going to the office but god knows the trip there is like a fashion show. Your just walking down your block but it feels like a run way, Girls can't help but check each other out it's just the principle female instinct. All this pressure to make yourself look good 20 dollars down the drain at the best salon to get your hair done and then it's sweated out in the hot summer sun. What's the use you start to think, but you could never ever change... even if you decided to chop it all off you would still have to pay to keep it straight. You want to look like holly Barry that's a tough act to follow, she makes it look so easy and then you end up looking like some knock off. Are you from canal street some fake guy will ask? Because I could sworn I saw you your just another copy cat. Ouch that hurt you though as you kneeling down in the mirror trying your best to survive the sharks that are thirsty for blood. Tears pouring down your face and you cry until the morning. The tears have dried and your eyes are red, hair is puffy so you grab that comb and hurry the same routine. It's sad but it's true some say beauty should be natural but there's only few who are natural bueaties.
Happy Thanksgiving Working men, and Working women, And Children, Who are left behind Happy Thanksgiving Street's poets, Happy Thanksgiving Low-wage happy face, And the running delivery man Happy Thanksgiving, Streets, Trees, Lakes, Mountains Forests, And prairies Of America Happy Thanksgiving, Sisters and fathers In the big churches Or in their tiniest houses Happy Thanksgiving Soldier, Policeman, And firefighter. Happy Thanksgiving My friends My street mates My Café mates, My bus mates, Who is watching me And I did not notice. Happy Thanksgiving Who is sleeping, And who is dreaming, Who is on the road, Who is traveling By Plane, Boat, Car, Or who is orbiting Around the planet. Happy Thanksgiving Mexicans, Africans, Asians, And the European: The first who came And the last who are trying. Happy Thanksgiving The lost and found Happy Thanksgiving given Native America Happy Thanksgiving to the lost and found Happy Thanksgiving Seniors, Men, Women, Teens, Children, And new born babies. Happy Thanksgiving Eileen. Happy Thanksgiving America.
You have some things That I do not possess That I need from you; But will I be abased And look to you to receive it The way you will give it. I have some things That you do not hold That you need from me; But will you be humiliated And look up to me to take it The way I know to give it.
Cherished beloved child's spirit, tinged with sadness, you played us your soul, and we each took it away with us, in little pieces your eyes they haunt me still I miss the way they used to question and accuse my crippled angel, broken by the world's injustice, I feel the pain in your voice, your hair hung in pale streaks across the shadowed beauty of your face you radiate a light so pure, a steady flame set in a tavern window my beacon of hope through the darkest hours of my soul So like the single flame I now burn to keep watch through the long, silent hours of the night, every April fifth to preserve your memory gone too soon, love gone too soon
Sweet is only a matter of taste gentle for the soul who dosnt dearve the kind words She dosnt prejudge she only cpntemaplates The outcome that'll be the final verdict she saysdon't worry if you was figjting for the wrong cause it'd be plain for all to see And as I behold the spell she dosnt even blink to cast It's her burning desire yet to be fully understood A compelling conversation she seeks to engage to initiate. And then there's a need she feels A pull so strong its a battle to fight back Minds can't deny tell me tragedy can be prevented Tell me disaster is only a matter of time a matter is only a moment that never last forever See now ypu know the unspoken is so dear gravity dares me to take the plunge Her heart signals me to look in her eyea I look and see stealth and secretive thoughts she can't seem to hide, success to those who succeed I'm only sweet till you feel the sorrow I still hear the souls that scream for the unjustice that was done a minute is a memory yet the hours they spend strengthimg the needy is a powershift, strickly the advantage is clear, others see but don't say a word message I no longer attemt
The sounds of nature As I walk ever so softly, on the brightly fallen snow, I hold my breath to feel the suns glow, I look up to see an eagle soaring through the cloud draped sky, Oh how I wish I could soar through the sky so free, how peaceful that would be. The sun is lowering behind a bare tree so brightly, I love the glow, it shows God's light, to be in the midst of Nature's embrace, so tightly, to hear the sound of the cold winter breeze, I shiver so slightly as I feel the cold winter breeze. The different sounds that our Mother nature provides, I'm certain have touched many children's lives, may it bring joy, love, peace, such as the sound of of water trickling from a fresh water pond, seeing newly hatched tadpoles swimming about, is sure to delight my daughter no doubt. As I sit amongst these wonders, I can't help but breathe in and exhale my burdens, my worries, my burdens, I can feel tears welling up in my eyes, I feel my healing tears falling down my face, they fall down freely to the creek below, I begin to smile, for I have been made whole again, by our Never ending Mother Nature's Beauty once again..
His intention was not to fall in love right away but then you came along. You were not as bubbly as the other girls he met. There was something different about her. It was if he was destined to be with her. She seemed to be on some kind of a mission. He could see a faraway gaze in her eyes. He wondered what she was thinking about. She noticed him looking at her and said, "We are surrounded by splendor under the cherry blossom trees." "I could stay with you here forever", he said. Every year for the past six years, they came back to the same spot. The familiar unrequited love has rekindling in them. It seemed as if they never left at all. Just before they left again, they promised to never forget their rendezvous.
The pageantry was pure splendor, you may say I longed for the pomp of it The dazzling ceremony gone when tomorrow goes away The new milk to nourish the tired spirit There is a show man here Left out of everything but his own silence Don't you see it Singers and songs dancing away Potters and painters forgotten The sweet dead comes to life on screen and is met By children like strangers trying hard to remember How they forget, and still not knowing Except the dancehall gift of new liberty. If you had seen beyond the magic You might have known too How compelled I was love the boat on the waters Or anancy's white web bonding us At the edge of another day's feast. Every industry was there incoherent still And Rastaman lost his voice, they spoke for him Much better than that other silence And buzzard's beak breathing on his life. I was waiting still for the dignitaries ... beyond my expectation Or the pocomania excluded from the nation. I drank my cup of pride in slow, long sips.
Everything is your kiss so divine and sweet A touch of your hand is my only desire. Our bodies embrace and the Angels sing. My love is strong and till end of time. Your face envelops my eyes of a dream. A dream that is for real and forever kept. Deep in my heart and soul, cherished so. Every day our love is here and now. Every year it grows beyond any limit. My spirit commands that I love you dear. My arms await the next embrace we share. One sweet kiss from you is my eternity. I pledge to fulfill our loves hold and more. For you entered ecstasy into my design. For you my dear are my love supreme.
Are you as lovely as this dying day Because I'm weak, I'm fragile, I'm so weary Yes your as precious as living this day But I'm weak, I'm fragile My tears fall innocently packed with fury Are you as lovely as dying this day I could never live this life forever and smile I beg of you all, bless "Never" upon this child Maybe it's comfort in your arms that's so warm Kisses so sympathetic, yet frowns burn in such charm As we tiptoed in harmony How did your soul become so fond of me Are you as lovely as dying this day Because I'm weak, I'm fragile, I'm so weary Yes your as precious as living this day But I'm weak, I'm fragile My tears fall innocently packed with fury Are you as lovely as this dying day I'll console you warmly, Gazed upon eternal memories of us I'll crumble But we'll remain humble through memories of trust How far are you from this one isle Step by step It's seems you've been coming forward for miles I don't want to live this life And regret not asking you to be my wife
OUR DREAM (Dedicated to my friends at their Golden anniversary) As we both lye down to be of rest Fluffy pillows placed beneath our heads A Dream begins for both as one Blanket of envelopes the power of red In this dream, they gathered all To the showing of honor and cheer Toasting with laughter hugs with a smile All of our friends we collected through the years Children so beautiful all in a row Masterpiece to the eyes that have vision Each holds the link to strength we call family Placement of love in the heart no incision Can you believe this is what we have built? 50 years of the teaching and learning Experience life in magical ways Kiss on my cheek, I glow, flames still burning A celebration they say is in order Lifetime achievement for what we created Values, Respect, Commitment and Trust Just a few words held strong, never faded Night in shining armor is I Queen of the castle your throne I defend always my soul mate In this life together etched in stone Hummingbirds flying resting on flower To observe life's beauty has gifted Take a soft petal home for the warmth The cold sets in winter, desert, after Christmas At the end of my day I find refuge in knowing My best friend is the one I have chosen Relationship manifested from a dream we both had 50 light years away we remain together frozen
I'm super, i'm a hero but inside i'm broken like pieces of lead. I'm magic, I have super powers but at night they don't keep me warm. I'm safe from all danger but that doesn't mean that i'm not afraid. Danger comes when it wants and sometimes I can't reflect pain. Because when i'm just me and i'm not hiding behind some disguise it really becomes real to me and i'm not a fictional Character. And what happens then when i'm inviable again and people don't see me as hero material, will I miss it? Will I miss this thrill of people thinking that i'm invincible? They could always count on me to be there when they fell, but what about when I fell? Was I even allowed to not do well. Was I always expected to come when they called? Was I that predictable? Did my disguise fool people into thinking that I was immortal and that I had no feelings? But I just saved a baby from a burning building how can I not have emotions? I always question myself, where should I go who will be my next victim. Why can't life just settle? Why can't I not exist at all as a super hero anymore? Why should I always be the one to save you? Can't you save yourself and leave me alone so I can be who I really want and that's me myself and I.
What is getting in the way of our love? My parents, we both agree. Lets show them, What our love can be. We'll proove them wrong. Show them just how our love will grow strong. Here we are holding hands. The day we know we'll last forever. Saying I do. While I rub my stomach. A daughter on the way. Oh my god! Today is the day! Here she comes, oh honey I do. I love you more then words can say. Now ten years later. What else can I say? I still love you more then words. You still love me. Our little girl now ten years old. Two little boys, seven and four. Another on the way. My parents still trying to get between. Saying we wont last. We've got to proove them wrong. Now twelve more years. Our first turning twenty-two. Two reaching nineteen, three coming sixteen. Four and Five coming on twelve. Were did we go wrong? We feel like we're falling apart. But we know, we love each other more then words. We fight, yes we know. Teenagers and babies, Parents and all. What can I say? All great things must fall. All and all we were right. Love was the truth, We'll never change that. We prooved my parents wrong, Because here we are, Still pushing our love to go strong. Though we may feel our love is fading. Each time I kiss you, I remember when we were dating. The roses, the kisses, We still hold them dear. Twenty-three years later, You and I are still here!
H eaven delivered you this special day, A llow me to thank God in some kinda way. P recious as you were when you arrived at birth, P robally the cuttest little girl on earth. Y es, it is true, that day in September, God gave us you. B irthday present to our beloved mother, I ronic as that was we wouldn't have asked for any other! R enee is what they named you on this day filled with bliss. T hey can call you that I'll stick to calling you sis! H onored that I am lucky enough to be your baby brother, D elighted and overwhelmed that we grew up together. A lthough we didn't see eye to eye all those years, Y ou're still my sister and for you I'll always cry real tears. S ister, I love you for being my absolute very best friend. I 'll always love you sis, that's the truth and not pretend. S o Happy Birthday Ne-Ne, and hopefully this poem makes all your troubles go away!
Do you remember back in time when life was so beautiful,so calm? when things were not spoiled by technology when people could see each other often? Then days came when life is fast, when horizons above us is hard to stare, when the noise and traffic,and the digital world takes power... Do you want to go back in time and think for a minute what is there to remember,to appreciate or reject? Maybe you do,or maybe not, it is always your own choice. Life teaches us what it should, our discovery of the future being good or bad for us, to help or to destroy, what do you believe the most? And here comes the robot, dressed all in silver and wires, only that the wires are not visible,just the metal dress ! And it is this technology that matches you with the robot, can't the humans see? Not that I do not like progress,yes I do! It is just the sadness of leaving a world behind us, somewhere that we cannot find the way again and the trail to bring us back.
Sweet heart Sweet baby I promised I would take you to the Ocean Your Soul does not belong in a little box Your Spirit is too big to be confined I know that you are already gone but I cannot let go of you just yet Sweet heart Sweet baby I promise I will, one day, take you down to the water so that you can see the whole world and all of the oceans I cannot do that today Sweet heart Sweet baby I need your beautiful box close to me when I go to sleep, when I wake up I want to keep you a little longer I have so many more lives to live before I get to the place where you are now I know you led a beautiful sweet life I know that your journey leads you to a more beautiful place I need to keep you here with me Thank you for letting me keep you here with me I love you Sweet heart Sweet baby You came to visit me in the sunshine and in the wind Most of the time you're gone You took a little piece of my heart and soul with you on your journey You let me keep a little piece of your heart and soul here with me in return It was the best exchange I ever made
All night long Over and over again We danced In circles on the floor We held hands And each other close Only letting go To place the needle Back in the groove We would return Where we stood still Holding hands And each other close Until the music Moved through the static We kissed And caressed Again and again Until we danced Circles on the floor
I cannot remember yesterday The days without you near I cannot think of loneliness It's as if I woke up and you were there The lights eternal in the sky Shone brightly there for years Your love that so well holds my heart Has trampled darkened fears It was as if you were always a part As if your heart, you always shared I can't remember times before It's as if I woke up and you were there So, life can't be, there'd be no flame If you could not share with me As time permits us, our hearts dance In love, which sets us free
I can taste you. Almost feel your essence. The literature calls to me. The algebraic expressions romance me in my dreams. I crave the hidden books inside your huge library. Sadly membership isn't so easy to obtain. So I stared at you from a far looking at you as if you were something I could never obtain. I got denied access a year ago and I nearly lost my soul. There were no odd jobs I could do or any sob stories I could tell. I got barred access. For another semester I waited. For another semester I cried and felt unworthy. Until one day I picked my head up and wiped off the tears. I realized that I do deserve this. I put on my gloves and I started to fight I won't get denied not this time. I've never been this willing to fight to change my life before. Sometimes you have to break through the bars in front of your dreams or you'll never soar.
My lips tremble thinking about what you said last night. I close my eyes and dreamed of a place you couldn't make me cry. But your always in my dreams, Bitting, fighting to be seen. I don't want to see you, but you make it some how and torture me my soul cries at night to survive. I didn't want this to be how it is. You made me laugh occassionally so that's what love is? I cuddled, you screamed some how love is far away from what you said it was. I soaked in the bathtub for hours and still I can smell you on me. Don't you know how that feels crying I walked out on the porch. You made me feel so helpless and down and now that your gone I crave for your blood. I want you I need you, no one else beats me like you. But then again I guess i'm just addicted to lies and abuse you wanted me to like it didn't you?
There were two towers that had hit the ground. Though many had not been found; You hated the sound of the towers hitting the ground. And how profound that it may sound; But these two towers should of not came down; From someone that is abound and someday in hopes to be found; Now There is be a better sound; About the way our American Hero's had kept their ground; In hopes that any more of our towers will not be Falling Down. Tribute To 911 Victims And Our Hero's May You RIP -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Click Here to Rate My Poem