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Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

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CAREFREE DAYS OF CHILDHOOD

Today we are having fun at the sea Mummy and daddy, Tommy and me. White topped waves tickle our toes Salty sea water splashes our clothes. Mummy and daddy are relaxing on the beach Tommy and I play happily, not far out of reach. The weather is cold and clouds block the sun, still nothing will stop us all having some fun. Daddy has a net and we searched in a rock pool We found a crab and sea shells, the water was cool. Mummy has packed a picnic for us to eat, how I am enjoying our beach day treat. I hope the clouds disappear and the sun peeps through then we can enjoy the beach neath skies so blue. We can’t rely on the weather even thought it’s June it was fun being together and we can come back soon. Contest Oil Paintings 1-2-3 Image 1 Sponsor Eve Roper Jan Allison 10~29~15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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SUMMER SOJOURN

golden beach sandcastles touch the sky childhood memories modern haiku Contest Short forms for Summer 3 sponsor Andrea Dietrich 05~21~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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THE RED PARASOL

Mama tells me I must shield my skin from the scorching sun This doesn’t stop me and my friend Amy from having some fun Amy went out exploring and picked wild roses from the bowers I can still smell the sweet scent of these now wilting pink flowers We can paddle in the blue sea when we hitch up our long clothes Then go walking on the golden sand; I can feel it tickling my toes We rest in the sand dunes and Amy perches on an enormous rock I sit on the soft ground and am careful not to ruin my pretty frock On my lips I taste the salty sea air on the warm summer breeze How I cherish my free time on such sunny days as these Contest –The Red Parasol Sponsored by Eve Roper 06~11~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Childhood Beach Outing

Dug deep down inside
and pulled out the memory file
about being a child
with my family for
a rare outing at Jones Beach,
we were all there with
my Moms picnic basket,
just in case we got hungry,
we'd eat one of her special treats,
My Mom didn't like the water
and especially the ocean,
so she sat on her beach towel,
applying suntan lotion,
the rest of us going for
a swim for some cool relief,
my Dad diving in first
to show his swimming techniques,
from how to tread water
if we couldn't land on our feet,
to how to cup our hands,
and stroke with our arms
in a nice easy rhythm,
I could tell my Dad was on
a teaching how to swim mission,
then some of us took a leisurely
stroll on the beach shore,
while some of us ran when
we noticed horseshoe crabs
eerily congregating,
my Dad picked a couple of them
up by their tail,
and after inspecting them
threw them way up in the air,
where they'd land somewhere
in one of the waves,
landing precariously with
a very loud splash,
I thought to my 7 year old self,
with pride and love in my heart,
my Dad is so very brave,
when were on the beach
he is my hero because
he makes me feel so safe!

Addendum: My deceased Dad was a terrific swimmer who worked as a police officer on a police boat for the Marine Bureau on Long Island, N.Y. from 1955-1985…rest in peace Dad. We love and miss you...

Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2016

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This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

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For Barbie - at Qualicum Beach

~~~ For Barbie ~~~
(At Qualicum Beach)

I remember children's laughter 
carried on the breeze.
I remember wading in ocean water,
barely to our knees.

We'd walk for what seemed like miles
on days when the tide was out
trying to find deeper water.
It was there, we had no doubt.

Soft sand between our toes,
dodging a crab or two.
Giggling and splashing in warm waves. 
That was me and you.

Those were magical days
and that beach still looks the same,
especially when the tide is out
and the ocean looks so tame.

When I smell the fresh ocean breeze
and it ruffles my graying hair,
I think back to those days 
and I wish we both were there.



22/08/2014 for Barbie's 59th birthday tomorrow

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2014

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Return Of Your King

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.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

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The Beach

The Beach There was one spot upon the hill where when the sun was just right, and you got up real early, you could see the ocean. Just a glimpse of it as the sun bounced its morning yawn across the bay. It seemed a million miles away, that strip of salty coolness glimmering in the distance. We had gone there once, riding busses with the windows open, the smell of city pouring in and the thrill of mystery and adventure building. The slender strip of ocean now become the suitor of horizon’s hand, hot grainy sand to sift between the toes and waves, Oh man the waves, that slapped against hot skin causing shocking shrieks and shivered smiles. The taste of salt licked slowly from the last French Fry, the feel of sand and stone in tickling erosion beneath the feet, the touch of drifting seaweed, the tightness of fresh salted, drying skin. Shared sandwiches and Kool-aid raised to gourmet grade by scented breeze off ocean waves. Hot seats on stifling bus and fast asleep, a stone to hold, a memory to keep. The spot will e’er remain the keyhole that I peek through at a day, one day, when we were there, the sun, the sea, the air, and me. John G. Lawless 2013 submitted to – Summertime Fun – Poetry Contest sponsor – Debbie Guzzi

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

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The Righteousness Of Love

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.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

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Bucket Full of Love

In his damp, snail smelly, back yard, water boiled in a vat.
"Hurry honey", said Grandpa, "the tide has just gone out".
In my six year old mind, we were in for a "great big treat".
Willingly, I'd fill my bucket full with sand crabs we'd all eat.

Overcast dark sky and dank fishy cold wind didn't dampen
spirits while scanning wet sand for holes that were sunken.
Intently digging, then oh so thrilled, I yelled,"I found one!" 
Clunk! Into my little tin sand bucket it fell; one prize won. 

Sadly looking, seagulls mocking, I'd managed only eight.
Grandpa smiled, dumped them in the vat with, "GREAT"!

Copyright © Charlene McCutcheon | Year Posted 2014

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Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

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upon a beach

Sand beneath my feet
A childhood remembered
with a breeze so sweet

Copyright © Amanda brown | Year Posted 2015

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Albert The Alligator, Florida University Mascot Story

A green sweaty swampy land
Maybe no place for a man
But it is a home to many creatures
Such as our friend's the alligators

Now not so long ago,
In their steamy mysterious habitat
There was a fog so dim it almost made it black
and it had large limb's that hung low on the trees 
And each slim blade of grass went an inch above your knees

All gators that lived here
seemed to be very ornary and mean 
And it was considered ordinary
To attack their peers With bone crushing teeth

One could ask,
Why are they so mad?
But it's not their fault
It's just the way they were taught how to act
Ever since their speckled eggs hatched
And learned how to make their jaws snap
 
However, not all gators were like this
There was one who was filled with happiness
He wore a blue hat and a bright orange shirt
Everyone reluctantly called him Albert

Because Albert happened to be completely different
All the other gators kept him at an arm's distance
They called him names and spat in his face
But his joy just never seemed to fade

See Albert had a huge dream
His dream was to be with the humans
As they yelled and screamed
For the local school's winning football team

Out of nothing but sheer excitement,
Albert shared this with the others
But they all laughed even his brothers

So Albert decided right then
to not care about what anyone said
And to pursue his only dream
No matter how long or tough it may be

The next day Albert left that dreary swamp
On mission to prove the nay-sayers wrong
And when he left that dim fog grew so dark
You could not see or hear a big dog's bark

So he made his way to the nearby school
Where he saw not no one, not a single soul
Every building was empty
From the top to bottom floor
The all of a sudden, Albert heard a thundering roar
"Romp!, Stomp!, Chomp!, Welcome to the Swamp!"

He rushed to the football stadium
Where he was met with open arms
He finally felt accepted, safe from abuse and harm
So with his new friends, he rose up in exultation
His life was anew, he was the love of Swamp Nation

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2012

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LAYAG SUG IS MYLIFE

What is Layag Sug? 
How come you're not answering?
Why are you asking?
For me to know
Why, isn’t it a bully to me?
No. I'm just plainly asking.
Why is it so hard for you to answer?
I don’t know why the question arises now.
I suddenly realize I don't know the meaning of it.
Aha for you what is it?
What is Layag Sug?
Is it a signature to every statement you make? 
Or a line you share with someone?
Being a signature to every statement 
It is also a line to share to make Sulu familiar with people today
So what is Layag Sug?
What do you think?
I don't know a Sulu boat?
What do you think?
You can share what it is so we could explore
I will give you my meaning
After you give interpretation
You're not answering are you?
Just say so if you're not
I don't have the entire night waiting
Layag Sug is about my life
Longing for the independence of beloved homeland Sulu
Literally Sulu Sail!
That’s Layag Sug seen through my lens of thought
And my experience in life!



A poem made to explain the meaning of Layag Sug through the question of Sulu Gypsy. 12:44AM, 9 March 2013, Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia. Let Us All Save Peace. Layag Sug!


Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2013

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Winter Beach

After the rain, 
the speckled glint of shimmering sand
is now muddy brown.
Like a blind, closed tight on the warmth of summer,
the winter beach has shrunken in,
changing the colours of my day into
a darker palette, shades of grey.
The sun shriveled
pale faced and worn
as the cold season begins.

Seagulls a beacon
against a slate November sky
their sound, comfort to a lonely beach.
The steps down to the water, pea green,
slimy weed on stone
bright against an ink-rippled tide.

Seaweed colours bleed into my mind while
textures playfully mingle.
The salt air stings my nostrils
caresses my lungs with wellness.
Sea sounds carry from the shores of Wales
as I crunch the length of the ebbing milk tide.

I look to the horizon and imagine another me
walking a beach somewhere over there,
listening to my thoughts, 
as they channel the sea
Grateful for this beauty, the gift of the nature
I look over my shoulder, my footprints remain
solid, as in a freshly cemented path
their sound, echoes in the shells.

Copyright © Eiken Laan | Year Posted 2010

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A Sea of Boyhood Dreams


An expansive view of tumbling sand and lasting memories make seagulls swoop in broad paintbrush strokes over brothers bonded by baseball and a broken home. Within a sandcastle, two boys taste salt on their tongues, a savory blend of pinky promises, dolphin sightings and an acute ache for adventure. Innocence crashes between truths untold and manhood. Whether a plethora of clouds settle in their sight or brown eyes squint in midday sunlight, their bare feet roam through foamy waters. Down the beach, over conch shells and starfish, freedom thrills. With curiosity and cartwheels, spry minds and lanky limbs, youth salvages its adventurous spirit. Four hands assemble a paper sailboat, not seaworthy, of course, but fine for fistfuls of fantasy with a deck wide enough to hold their dreams. Sandcastles and sailboats, cartwheels crashing in waves, daydreams falling asleep under charmed stars, wide eyes seeking sand crabs - these moments salvage each boy’s adventurous spirit in swept paintbrush strokes and shadows of silver-lined clouds in the sand. We categorize innocence, oceans, promises, adventure, dreams of boys and paper sailboats. We try to soak up an expansive sea. I hung a painting on my wall and tried to unalphabetize it all. Life is messy and beautiful. Without the taste of salt on my tongue, I could only live vicariously through the art.
Rhonda J Saunders, written 11/15/15 for Eve's Oil Painting's 1-2-3 Contest Inspired by painting #1

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!


Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013

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Beachside Memories

 
Dreaming of Beaches: and days by the Sea. Dreaming of Grandma, playing with me. We played by the ocean, and buried our feet in the sand! We ran from the tides; and those memories are Grand. We searched for buried treasure; and what did we find? The greatest treasure of all; was spending the time. As the tides were down; What did we see? The grand Starfish, and Sea Anemone! We found sunken ships and tried to catch crabs. We threw rocks in the Ocean, and strolled hand in hand. We played until sunset; watching the sun melt into the Sea All along laughing, my grandma and me. Finally in darkness we headed home; Counting the stars, down the boardwalk we'd roam. The lights on the ships are so pretty to see. Thank you grandma, for sharing them with me.
written in 2004

Copyright © Danielle Fenske | Year Posted 2015

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Orange

Hawaiian sunsets -
my freckled legs wade through it
whiffs of a beach-fire
take me back to childhood days
close 'nough to warm, but not scorch



For Andrea's TANKA me a COLOR contest.

05-12-13

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013

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At The Beach

Scorching sun Waves lapping the shore My sandcastle floating away

Copyright © Eunice Adrados | Year Posted 2015

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Running Into The End Of Time

Running from the end of time just me, my thoughts, my voice and I now turn, in paralysis, by fear to see whats under that dark figure what I saw, Words can never define I stood there wided eyed, jaw dropped in awe at the end of time just as the sudden, terminal sun dying from the same cancer in everyone the great lord, so sick of his design now comes in full vengence into the end of time...

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

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Surfer

The boy scans the horizon looking into his soul
And the beauty of the waves as they roll

Sun sits just above the lowest cloud in the distance
Today there is no resistance

Breaking into a run for Neptune’s playground
The beat against his board a familiar sound

Smiling to himself for the freedom he knows here
A break he sees the next one is clear

A few strokes and he stands guiding his board
Through the enchanting spray and the roar

A dolphin joins him on the wave their fun evident
A blessing of conjoining spirits now spent

A swell surges from the kiss of the tempest wind
Enraging the boys inner sin

Take hold of the reins Neptune he shouts
Again he braces for the watery bouts

The beach clears of visitors he makes his stand
Today I am no longer boy, but man

The companion sees his courage and swims near
Drowning is his inner fear

The crest of his wave broke only to rise again
Awaking the instincts within

He swims in front of his beast and stands proud
Turning his waist smartly to ride it out

He slips under the ripcurl entering the tunnel
A roar inside hint at disgruntled

The water closes in to seal him in
A chance to break him his back to end

Not quick enough he thinks to himself
As he races back to the beach in health

Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2007

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A delicious day

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Soothed
by the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while 
under the rocks
My bare feet 
swirl patterns in the sand
as I idly watch
a beach life unfold

Bustling mother’s set up home 
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags 
thick with togs and towels
Buckets, spades
strewn all around
a picnic stored carefully
under a shady umbrella,
they gather the children
skip giddy with glee
slapping sunscreen 
on lithe limbs
with index finger
warnings
of do's and don'ts.

My gaze drifts to 
little pink sisters,
their chubby faces 
alive with imagination
as nimble bodies 
straddle the sand,
all wrapped up 
in mounds of castles
studding their dreams 
with pearly shells 
and whispering tales
of pretty princesses.

At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
tip toeing warmth
into the chilly sea
up to their waists in
crested waves
dipping and diving,
an ocean of laughter
as young lads play
splashing and yelling
a ball in the air
they plunge.

Picking up my sandals,
I walk up the beach
under the bridge
past crimson valerian 
It’s balmy perfume 
scenting a delicious day

Copyright © Eiken Laan | Year Posted 2011

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My Girls

My Girls

My girls are all always on my mind
In my heart
Not within a stone’s throw
Make that a pebble-
Or a spit wad
Not that I’d use that method of communicating
Only disgust allows me the frustration of a morning
When I cannot reach out and touch their thoughts
Nor influence their minds
Every year there are more of them-
Every year I am inconsolable
Wafting around in circles
Wishing there was more of me to drain at their feet
In little circles pushing from the shore
There would be little sail boats
With real sails
And no motors
Only oars
And sweets and snacks to pack
For our picnic
Across to the island
We’ll call home









Copyright © Marian Baker | Year Posted 2015

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When you listen to the Seashell

When you listen to the Seashell

The imaginative mind 
Adventures will find
And stories forever to tell

In the deep dark blue sea
Where Mermaids will be
And pirates, if you listen, will yell

Treasures galore
On the vast ocean floor
Friendly dolphins will be there as well

You’ll swim with the fish
And get every wish
In the magic of the little seashell 

Copyright © Robert Broadbent | Year Posted 2016

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The Flashback

I was about four,
Was sitting on the shore.
And it was around two,
That’s when I met you.

You were strolling down the beach,
In your hand you held a peach.
On your face you had a smile,
And you wore the latest style.

You turned to look at me,
And then you smiled with glee.
“I might get a friend” You said 
And happily shook your head.

Towards me you made your way,
From the big beautiful bay.
“Hey there “ said I
And then you said “hi!”

`Bout ourselves we talked,
Through the beach we walked.
Quick friends we became
And then we played a game.

This was last December,
The time I always remember.
As I hold my guitar and strum,
Thinking about the days to come.

Copyright © Trisha Prasad | Year Posted 2015

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Bliss from Heaven

Oh my, little missy, what a fortress you created
Topless blonde toddler on the sand feels emancipated
The smile that brightens her sweet face can’t be understated
The beach ball beside her lays on the soft beach inflated

Take my hand, oh little one, and please do not be afraid
Come out from your sandy fortress and in the water wade
Why, look, the tiny hermit crabs are marching in parade
And down the beach two older boys are selling lemonade

Innocent one, I pray that life holds happiness for you
The world sometimes seems very harsh, but I will see you through
How blessed I am to share your joy, but we’ll share sorrow too
And one day when you marry, I’ll cheerfully bid adieu

Childhood years spin by so fast, I savor every moment
Because I have no doubt the bliss you bring is heaven sent

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012

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My Mother's Hands

You never forget your mothers hands,
Her gentle touch and the wedding band.
Her graceful touch and gentle play,
I still remember to this day.
If her hands were displayed with a million others,
I would still always know my mother's.

Copyright © Ricky Kendall | Year Posted 2016

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Time and again

Time and again, over the decades The lonely whisper, the beckoning cry Eerie darkness engulfs As reality dawns on us I revert, past the cobwebs dusting away remnant memories holding onto loving hands from afar, a joyful dance sprinting across the scorching sand there goes the hairband as I near, my spirit soar shoes came off, I tore days old, times dear distant recollections, near of the sparkling golden hue merging with the green and blue gone are those, days of mirth the loving hands had left only longings left behind time and again, over the years
© Nadiya (10 Dec 2015) painting #2

Copyright © poesy relish | Year Posted 2015