You are like the wind
Gently guiding me by while barefoot on a beach
No matter how far, I’m always within its reach
Pushing me through rough seas like a sail
With you mountains are nothing to scale
Like the wind comes great change
And all begins to rearrange
You force the snow to sting my face
Foot prints in the sand you erase
You slow me down
Mountains still all around
I wait for your storm to pass
With each half full glass
But behind every storm
Lies a sunrise to keep me warm
In that light I shall lay
Because long I have waited for this day
Correction correction I wasn't looking for affection
Just trying out a line, I usually get rejection
When you said yes, I was taken by surprise
You really don't have those dreamy eyes
You fell in love with my words, not with me
It could have been anyone, can't you see
Yes I took you home, and we got busy
But surely baby, you don't make me dizzy
Yes you're nice and look mighty good
Don't get your feelings misunderstood
What we had was a night of pure bliss
We never even had a passionate kiss
Don't get upset when I have to leave
Not looking for love and I won't deceive
Tonight was special but I could have been any guy
So here is a parting hug, thanks, and good bye
He wasn't a homeless wanderer,for him do not feel sorry,
Owned vast lands in the prairies, his clans where roamed free.
They were hunters and warriors, the spirits they were guided by--
The elements from the flowing spring and to the mountains high.
Their footprints resonate with vibrancy in the vast lands,
Sole inhabitants for eons, their unique presence on sands.
Colorful paintings adorned their mountains and caves,
Carved animals- those spirits protected these braves.
And their hearts harboured kindness, held on to their trust,
But were hearth trespassed and souls pure, ravaged to dust.
Women sitting outside their tepee, weaving baskets of reed,
The warmth of the sun, where their bodies would be left to bleed
On a cold November, the old man winter spread his icy hands,
Looked on helpless, the Cherokee exodus from their lands.
Dragging their dreary frail bodies, heart braves,
Those mark the "Trail of Tears", the silent graves.
Promises false of white men, were treaties made and broken,
Not to fire one standing under "the Stars and Stripes"- the words spoken.
The hearts were torn open in "Sand Creek" as it happened,
The bluecoats open fired, all peace laws were slackened.
The natives were riddled with bullets, no tears left to weep,
Blood red on the earth brown, bodies lay in a heap.
It was never a war, which they were meant to win,
The troops were raised to kill, unaffraid of committing this sin.
The earth was their dwelling place, now their soul was bared,
Imprisoned in the reservation camps, lives that were spared.
Those who wouldn't suffer in the camps, for a life so demean,
Into death trenches jumped, piercing flesh went deep a skene.
Free their spirits, for ages now their souls homeless roam,
For the earth is still waiting for her children to come home.
As their legends around the campfires will be told,
Joining them in the bright flames, rise their spirits old.
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3rd place in the contest
For PD's Contest : "Hardest Poem Challenge"
My Assignment : Couplets ( 15 set or more)
Categories: Funeral, Native American and Art
Title: Hello's and Goodbye's
(done within the stipulated 3hrs time)
Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels.
Just turn back the time, I just want a moment.
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it.
I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the perfect mate.
A montage of memories that rush my soul.
My eyes fill with tears, I'm losing control.
Just keep it together, it's what he would want.
They all say the same, but I stand in front.
Happiness swells, yet sadness prevails.
Like Christ on the cross, with hands full of nails.
Life has a reason, and death isn't treason.
-It's moving on up.. A lifetime's a season.
I look to the sky and say my goodbye.
The time won't turn back, I gave it a try.
I close my eyes and imagine this-
Paradise in a place full of bliss.
World peace in a piece of the world.
Without loss and bombs never hurled.
Snow that falls that doesn't freeze.
Sun that shines that doesn't cease.
A land where "The forever" is real.
A scene where the sick always heal.
Life with infinite love, like gusts in the wind.
Two little doves, with eternities to spend.
God has a plan, fool-proof to the core.
Now Granddad's with him, a reward of much more.
I’m going away for a while
Life seems to have stolen my smile
Some of you I will miss so much
Maybe later we’ll get in touch
In Cyprus my daughter I'll see
T'will bring joy to sorry old me
I won’t have much time to be here
But some of you I’ll still hold dear
I seem to have lost some desire
Due to the mishap with the “fire”
Not so proud of what I have done
So I’ll escape to have some fun
My heart is made of marshmallow
Bruises by gal or by fellow
Don’t worry, it’s just for a time
Maybe later I’ll try to rhyme
But for now, it is surely goodbye
Hope to see you all by and by.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
If I picked my Valentine
she'd be a perfect 10.
She'd have blonde hair with highlites
and answer where and when.
She'd be a little shorter,
yet tall enough to kiss.
Her reach a little longer
to torture us in bliss.
Her shape would be the bomb.
As sexy as they come.
With hair up for the moment
I'd meet her at the prom.
She'd talk a little faster
with words I'd say are smart.
Yet keep me to attention
in hugs up to my heart.
A smile just like a lion.
Her face a source of pride.
One to show my mother.
And then to make my bride.
My Valentine was perfect
as I lost her way back then.
How was I to know that she
would find her perfect 10.
How do you say "Goodbye" to a friend
How do you realise her life had to end
What a huge gap you leave which will never be filled
Remembering your smile your manner so mild
I will remember you with fond memories, Castle wont be the same
Remembering our bingo jaunts a fortune to attain
The curb you put on my spending
Whilst waiting for bingo to begin *
"Now Seren"' you would say just £5 each to start
We wont bother with this and that
I used to laugh saying ok
sneaking another in when she looked away
The time i won seven hundred pounds was so funny you see
I just calmly pressed the claim button, she yelled like a banshee
Thinking it was maybe a hundred wasnt that impressed
Til i saw it was much more than i had ever guessed
Your with your folks now Betti you have missed them so,
We will all get through this with you watching us, I know.
Hwyl fawr Betti oeddech yn ffrind da, bydd yn methu ti
goodbye Betti you were a good friend, will miss you so.
*. Can play slot boards at Castle Bingo Hall whilst waiting for session to start.
Costs 50p -£1 a game.
Betti was same age as me, diagnosed, tumour on lung 10days before she died, Left it too late to get help.
Funeral today at 12.30
And now I've lost my papers,
My passport and my wife,
The very essence of
My identity and life.
My bank account is empty,
My cloths and garments sold,
My skin and bones are ashes,
Spread thin on the open road.
My old car's broken down,
No wheels to touch the floor,
The motor been dismantled,
Stripped clean down to the core.
The bailiffs and the policemen,
Have emptied my abode,
The promises I made you,
Have been auctioned out and sold.
The love I hold within me,
Is all that I now have left,
The rest is bleak illusion,
The bind man and the deaf.
The imaginary people ,
I thought were my friends,
Have left the scene forever,
As the road of life does bend.
And now I stand alone,
Upon this lonely hill,
I gaze upon the meanings,
The years have silently killed.
In the roaring storms of thunder,
In the lightning in the night,
In the whispering of the children,
In the white doves lonely flight.
In the dust of many ages,
That has settled on my soul,
In the ashes of my humanity,
That has filled my begging bowl.
The ancient breeze is blowing,
Calling me to my knees,
To behold the light within me,
In the prison of the keys.
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BRITZ’S GIRLFRIENDS PAST…LAST EPISODE”
He is young, handsome and got all it takes
To get involved with him, girls get tied to the stakes
Early in his age he set it off with one in a relationship
The love was fierce; both were wolves and none the sheep
Quarrel today and settle today; the relationship seem not to last
Sincerity danced to the lime-light; someone will surely get hurt at last
He ignorantly made her jealous and she sought a pay-back
She left him for his best friend but later sought to come back
Marriage and family ties got deep in line; too late to get back
The first girlfriend in his past.
So heartbroken and sad; he refused to show concern
The latest girl was so pretty and that calls for concern
She was his childhood friend he shared kisses with
Another relationship in line; amidst tares he took out the best wheat
It all started off so well, he broke the heart of her cousin
They were too close; the girl was close to his cousin
Childhood friendship an advantage thought this one will last
Unfortunately, the happy relationship came to end so fast
They lost it all: love, compatibility, friendship and in themselves a taste
The second girlfriend in his past.
Tired of relationships, he dived into friends with benefits
It was so sweet an adventure; to every girl, he got a benefit
He became so free and there was no love seen to be found
Nothing to loose as its just sex and the girls were always around
Tasting all juicy like Solomon’s pear; Complications in line he got scared
Frightened out his shoes; friends with benefit? He was no longer prepared
In the midst of storm; just like Jonah , he remembered there is someone so dear
The safest adventure is a relationship with her and there will be nothing else to fear
Difficult as of the beginning but she later came to terms and vowed to always be there
The third girl; presently in his present…
D' Poetic Beast
Daylight hours too,
Can be insidiously cruel.
I'm sunshine on a cloudy day,
And I'm nobody's fool.
My manners will last longer,
Than any pain he can bestow.
The lessons from my intimates,
Outlive the insults he can throw.
There are still rainbows
Where my heart beats.
Look! He is walking
up the wrong street
For I am no longer his home
And I am numb no more.