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My cousin shared her wishes and dreams,
On our star gazing night, she whispered them so sweet
As a shooting star glided down from the sky,
She said, I wish ….. I wish…. all I wish are these tonight
Someday, I will marry a smart, rich and handsome guy
And have a grandiose banquet on my nuptial rite
We’ll be dancing like a lovely prince and princess ,
With all my wedding sponsors on their best suits and dresses
All in pink ,that’s the motif I will surely request.
She kept into her dreams as several years passed by,
Still searching for her prince charming who’s hard to find
Unconsciously going beyond the age to give birth to a child,
In a hurry at age of seventy, she took a rich ninety years old guy.
The wedding was held after a day or two,
The guy seated on his wheelchair with rheumatism on his toe
She headed slowly at the alter to accept his shaking hands,
Two nurses followed, so with sponsors dressed up in printed brown.
The highlight of the wedding rite started at once,
They held tightly with a nebulizers on the other hands,
But the words of oath, they took time to pronounce
False teeth were both misplaced and nowhere to be found.
Reception followed grandiosely in the guy’s mansion,
I saw many old men and women still eager to dance on the floor,
With hunched back, shaking knees, they twisted rock and roll
Then, sweet music played and my cousin danced with her groom.
But, we all wondered how did he stand alone?
He’s so heavy , I knew my cousin couldn’t help him at all,
With our great surprise, his nurse was at his side like his crutch
Everyone thought , he’s really a smart guy! Was he not?
Then, everyone followed them so happily on the spacious hall,
And in trio, they held each other so tight and moved like a fool.
Written: Sept. 15, 2012
Contest: My Cousin's Wedding (funny poem)
Contest Judged: 9/30/2012
Poet Sponsor: Joann Grisetti
The first born sister was delivered by a bear, the master of the forest.
Bestowed upon her by this master, was the spirit of courage and strength.
Through legends and time, she learned many lessons of old, these helped to make her heart strong.
She grew from a girl to a young woman with a soul old and wise.
But her heart still was not whole.
She was drawn to walk in the forest, where she thought she might find answers.
Alone that night in the forest, she looked up towards Father Sky. She summoned her courage and asked Him where she must go to become whole?
Father Sky smiled, down on the First Sister, stars made bright by his delight, at the sight of the First Sister’s courage.
He gave unto her a vision in the stars.
Father Sky then lit the skies ablaze with stars showing her Regulus, The Little King , Leo the lion prowled the stars.
Then He showed her the Goddess of Justice and Truth, Astraea.
A goddess from the stars, Astraea brought forward a Second Sister in line.
Tipping her scales, full of dust from all things magic Astraea bequeathed the
Second Sister with a heart full of justice and determination.
This sister was streaked with light, her gypsy heart ready for any adventure.
The road of adventure glittered, calling her into the forest.
She looked above to the heavens and saw the stardust of Regulus,
mesmerized by what she seen shimmering in the night sky she followed the path.
A Third sister was born, bound to the Second Sister, by Leo the Lion.
Although fair she was entrusted with the heart of the lion, the sign of the Leo.
With pride she grew, loyal and caring for all those on her path and all in her past.
Following the trail, she walked into the forest that night, guided by the lights of the Little King.
She stayed steady and true along the trail,
where the first and second sister had gone before her.
The girl ahead streaked in light did not give her a fright,
nor did she fear the roar of the spirit of the bear.
She heard Father Sky call unto her to follow the dust of the stars to that meeting place.
As these three sisters made their journeys along the pathway, each guided by Father Sky, they came into a circle of light. They could each see themselves in one another, brought together by the lights of Regulus the Little King.
I might sparkle in the night
but I'm not the only star
you might not see them in the sky
it depends on where you are
Am I the only light in your eyes
that makes you smile when you cry
if your favorite's what you say
don't you blink it might fade away
Only when we give everything
we're truly ready for better things
we invite ourselves off to drift
the steam rises and our spirits lift
Follow me, into sun sets
be brave and strong with no regrets
and when the sea takes the light
we'll find a new day after the night
there's still a new day after the night
Once, he had the most brilliant light
In Heaven, he'd been the star even at night
The most favored, the most beautiful
He never thought one day he'd become a fool
He was always pure, never felt insecure
Until Heaven borne one special creature
And the angels cried, the angels wondered
What would happen if they are no longer favored?
Angels watched as Heaven gave the man a special woman
My beloved one walked away, flame in his hand
Why the special gift for a man made in soil?
That was when anger and envy started to boil
The most beautiful star sat alone in silence
Heaven's in peace, can he dare start a violence?
Yes, he would for the love of Heaven
So he called all his beloved brethren
War would never do good for anyone
He knew from the sight of blood in his hands
And stared at the ground where his brethren laid
From the bloody battle, my beloved angel turned away
His wings unfurled, made of pure Heaven and glory
They were as black as night, magnificent and lovely
He made once last glance as he begun to descend
He knew he made a mistake he could never amend
It was his nature, no other pleasure than flying
But his heart broke knowing that he's falling
He landed to the ground, broken and wounded
Tears from his eyes, he felt ashamed and abandoned
He stood alone in the middle of the night
His wings dimmed, slowly fading its light
For the first time, he felt the rain on his skin
And for the first time, he shivered from the coldness of the wind
He looked up and saw his brethren
Why did they follow him, he's a Fallen
They bowed their heads, still loving him
So he decided, He's Lucifer and no longer the Son of the Morning
The soul of the crab
Oh how she hides behind that shell
Lets no one see her feelings
She’s practical in everything
But those feelings have her reeling
She’s sensitive, and hurt easy
And her moods they be so many
And yet she has not one bad bone
Malice, she has not any.
She be the one for queen and country
Digs into history
She’s always loyal to her kin
She loves her family
She’ll protect them with her life
Don’t no one touch her man!!!
She has a brilliant memory
And she’ll get you when she can.
Her mother, she loves very much
But her children more than that
Wherever there be family
That’s where she would be at
And how she loves to entertain
And cook delicious food
And always she will be a mother
In her heart will be her brood
9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
Sometimes silly things happen,
like that, now, old night,
when we named a star,
just to enjoy the following of the cliche,
the sibling from the one that brought us apart.
Hearts filled with the whole innocence from,
You being the one,
and I being the best one.
What contained bits of the irony of us calling our first love,
knowing with our premature fascination for words that,
is the start of a sequence,
is what comes before all others in time or order,
which was indeed what it was.
And sometimes not so silly things happen,
like us growing apart.
or mainly, growing,
for us to realize that we were - actually - not that into each other.
But back then, in those minds and hearts of two young and naive preteens,
we would believe anything that came from the others lips,
those lips that were our firsts and till then our only ones, or so we said...
to keep up with our diminishing innocence.
do you remember how our star was called?- I asked, that one last night.
hoping you did remember, knowing you didn't.
To receive the expected answer,
which just confirmed what I already knew,
you did too.
After that kiss you said good bye,
and never looked back,
which was actually fine,
cause I had already done that,
not out loud.
Now you know,
sometimes silly things happen,
like me saying it now,
Thank you my first love,
I'll never forget those lips of yours,
Following acts of terror
rapt within their spell
volunteers move in concert
kindness starts to swell.
Midst deeds so heartless
passersby watch stars appear
cursing the darkness.
Citizens forget themselves
showing raw courage
assisting first responders
dealing with carnage.
Sensing splendor on the wing,
viewers watch as stars reveal
acts worth rememb’ring.
Hopeful doesn’t mean stupid
That doesn’t mean I wasn’t stupid
I was in a state and messed up
Simple as that.
I could dramatize
Spill all the stars from my eyes and mouth and cry out for answers but,
My spirit can dance alone.
A lapse in judgement will not throw it off beat because it dances to a cosmic drum. My heartbeat and no one else’s.
Dropped my shield
Set myself on fire
Burned up a daft dream
And fell to ashes.
I’ve proven to relate to the phoenix
Both of us know what it’s like to die a quick death and come back stronger
Time and time again
Our ashes swirl into the manifestation of our desires and in that I find my comfort.
Hard topped, granite counters
Tough as nails kid
But kid is man or at least he pretends to be.
Smart phones aren’t so smart but, I’m writing this on one
Sedatives and sad, country music mood swims through my veins.
Excuse me, while I go have a drink with that phoenix.
(orignal date: 2/15/11)
This is my momemet of clarity,
pulp fiction no ly,
just look the man in the mirror and as why,
it is the education rules or rules on sport so where is my chair of sure lucky nest at flat feet at my success of my school degree of sucess,
they say the groupiees are at the door before you reach the age of 18,
so in vision my dream,
late for class,
in the teacher eyes he's first to be sit it,
over and over regulation,
but who is you valdation the best left hand pitcher or kid with the highest iq, words to truth life by,
life by the america education system is going truely die fast like the lip syncing of nsync,
or what band was that, (ban)
ratical achievment, hand held glory, bold state meets,
word to digestion in fact i would take back it in fact i hope it inhance me in fact i sit down giving the facts
why is that average player that is deserving of scholarship isnt even look at twice but in fact the guy that make all the shot lingerie
to the fact can't even learn the bases,
bases which include square to the root the bases being give outstand interview and the bases is getting truth scholar the excess to a worth school
Lost life in gamble,
and dropp out college by second semseter
i say to the world it lot more kids that gift not talent that didnt pursue that dream
What is our duty to stand by,
who is the role model,
the father or the athlete or insteady of a
father not a dad who eyes swallows to see the act of patrism reinstill and left out mention words of constiution and more out reach skretting,
if iam to live by those words i just wont died but those rules but for me
my roots speak for it self
I speak out for legend that star game with one 'Fist to Sky'
know how they fight for segeration and ask how can they forget where they came from
and ask who the true true american hero to that of a child that role model! !
i say the role model ofhis age are the college star that turn pro that spoken
on behalf of a nation, on the rightfulness of a equal salary and fair profit of sale
for future pros,
this poem is for you even thought it was written a year or two before the intermedation.
but if it wasnt for the pros that got the education would they had won the lock out that effect generation to come?
I rest my case...