A handsome man, a valiant son,
John Kennedy was he.
A man who rose to President
with civil rights the key.
Who can forget the many days
like Camelot they seemed,
when all eyes were on Washington,
they passed just like a dream.
Ah, we remember Jacqueline
a Vassar deb was she,
who walked with grace on his right side
through fame and infamy.
One thousand days was all we had
of this great President
before a gunshot took his life
for all the world to see.
We mourn him still, we miss his smile
his knowledge and his grit
for he and Martin dreamed a dream,
we reaped the best of it.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013
She drifted on black starlit glass
beneath the full moon bright
captivated by the beauty of
the tranquil, lovely light
floating on the gentle waves
the stars kissed her goodnight
and rocked into her deepest dreams
she floated out of sight
By Morgan Mise
Written January 6, 2013
Copyright © Morgan Mise | Year Posted 2013
This poem is a description of a glimpse of what I saw in Heaven. Heaven is a reality.
There’s a glorious place called heaven
A place so imperial, a haven
A sight that is indescribable
A home that is incomparable
An elegance of design
A beauty, forever shine
The crowning of architecture
The dumb foundness of structure
Is the work of the Mastercraftman
Jesus Christ, the saviour of man
He designed it and built it
As the home of just spirit
The roof so exquisitely glazed
A kind to admire and be dazed
A glittering floor of jasper stone
A work that awestruck to the bone
A mansion walls of sapphire
A moment of an eye catching fire
The stairway sparkled like clear glass
An intricate pattern of class
As I gaze in amazement before me
I was enveloped in joy, peace and glee
The fragrance in the room ravished my heart
Overwhelmed with awe, I never wanted to depart
The Poet Preacher © 2014
Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2014
Another year turns over, people look to see
just what the coming year will mean for you and me.
Tomorrow's worries aren't here, and yesterday's are passed.
Daylight's your new blessing, but it's really burning fast.
The seasons change so quickly, now that we're growing old.
"Seize the day my son", seems I was always told.
You cannot live life over, and you cannot take it back,
so make a first impression, be a leader of the pack.
We hurry every day, never noticing the minutes
flying by so quickly, time has no sense of limits.
Just talking all the while, we have such tales to tell.
If only every now and then we grab a rose to smell.
Take time for those you love, and those who love you, too.
For tomorrow some of them might not be here for you.
Teach your children honesty and show them some good deeds.
Because love will never flourish if we never plant the seeds.
Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2012
A New Year
Seems like just yesterday
We welcomed in last year
The days and months that followed
With others I did share.
Small steps and better days
I found throughout that time
Found what really mattered
When all was not sublime.
We took ‘one day at a time.’
With effort made a go
And yet time did go quickly
If you really want to know.
So here it is
Start of a new year
With new days
And challenges to bear.
Thankful for my health
And for my state of being
Grateful for my friends
Look forward to just seeing.
It seems as each year passes
We note things we missed before
Life has twists, turns and endings
Of that, I’m really sure.
So pop the cork!
Drink to the New Year!
Good things I wish
For all that you hold dear.
Copyright © Sue k Green | Year Posted 2014
Hello there January
It has been quite a long time,
For the most part I am fine
What a crazy past two months!
Hopped on this roller coaster
Filled with wild daredevil stunts;
Each hill I just go faster
The next time that I see you
So much will be different;
I just know I'll have good news
The future looks so brilliant!
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2014
The picnic at december end
The mob in the party
Restively chanting to God
For their healthy mortal
Tick tuck tick the tickling clock
The expected desire reached
Happy new year choruses
Roaring among the mob to the
Hisses from the mouths of
Warmth in the cold
Clitterings in the air from
Boom bang from a missileous
Overwhelmed the varieties
The melancholic tune changes
From the fire ablazing
Copyright © Olorunsogo David | Year Posted 2013
Be happy for you have not witnessed it
The time where Haiti shook and fell
On this paper I transmit
This event worthy to tell
It started like any other day
Everything was calm and nice
Maybe it was nature’s way to repay
Us for our vice
In a split second it begun
Everything was going up and down
No matter what, you couldn’t outrun
This destructive force shaking the town
After a while it ended
The place was filled with dead silence
I was with my siblings that I defended
Saving them from this death sentence
I saw a man running with blood
All over his face, and lost his arm
The rest of his body covered with mud
With an organ sticking out of his underarm
During this catastrophe
I lost a lot of friends, and family members
I would like to destroy that part of my history
But everywhere I go that feeling ember’s
I was unlucky to see the remains
Of what was left in this desert
I had to close my eyes for it pains
Me to see my people trapped under the dirt
Just the thought of writing about it
Makes a bed of tears in my eyes
On that day I was whit
My friend as he lays and dies
For what happened to Haiti
Pray it doesn’t happen to you
This pain will cause you to worry
When they say you’re safe is it true?
Copyright © Serge Comeau | Year Posted 2011
You've come to me again
much brighter and much fresher
than where it all began.
Another year of Income Tax
forced upon us all.
-Frightened of the Government
and fear the cops will call.
But then there is the lighter side.
That money's in the bank.
Thanks to Direct Deposit
and accountants I will thank.
The past seems rather far away.
-Forgotten and gone dark.
I wonder if you're new to me
or repeat a distant spark.
But when I think of January
or "Jan" I'll say for short.
You're more than an old problem to me.
You fill my life with sport.
I'm filled with your anxiety
that makes me want for more
and hope gives me direction
while strength's a place to soar.
And though you're only new to me
and somewhat of a moocher.
I know you hold the key for me
that leads me to my future.
Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2014
He's such a cute little dog
enjoys it, when you play around
his chew rope he loves to hog
loves being wrestled to the ground.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
We've had Scamp now for almost 6 months. We adopted him from the SPCA, just down the street from where we live.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015
In winter I miss the soft feel of snowflakes,
not the frosted and leaf-covered meadows;
and while green jays listen to the ravens' crow,
the angry wind whips trees with its hard blow!
I feel sympathy for the lonely woodpeckers;
in winter I miss the feel of soft snowflakes...
how frightened is the tiny shivering lizard
that tries to shield himself from the cold!
The red-tailed blackbirds aren't too happy,
they soar into a sky so empty and gloomy;
in winter I miss the soft feel of snowflakes...
more than the smell of roasted chestnuts!
I like to see snow fall, giggling under a hat;
if none falls, think how depressed I will get!
Come snow, I am ready to get my kicks!
In winter I miss the soft feel of snowflakes!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
White powder tree-dust,
Abandoned car swimming
In snow up to roof-rust,
No footprints, light dimming.
Horizon white, sky gray:
Early January cold day.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011