As I read the words my heart started to sing
For you had gave emotion to a non living thing
I can't ever remember feeling quite that way
I could hear the music that she used to play
I could feel her heart through the tears I cried
As I read the part where her Maestro had died
I imagined her there in her Rosewood Bed
Reading the most beautiful poem I’ve read
Velvet to her back with her bow at her side
Remembering the joy before Maestro died
She loved how his bow manipulated her strings
Together they were the most beautiful of things
What’s the only poem to ever hang in my den?
Elaine’s beautiful masterpiece titled, "Violin"
Inspired by Tracy's wonderful idea for
a contest and Elaine's beautiful Poem.
In the pauper's field, the wild cornflowers bloomed,
nature's timeless blessing on those entombed.
The Darkness at Noon
Taps - echo hollowly
over the grey stones,
acrid odor of gunpowder
stings all memory,
flag, creased, folded,
A last salute.
A darkness at noon.
John G. Lawless
My friend John Barnes is as special as can be.
When it comes to friends God sure blessed me.
There are some things we lose, while others we win.
Some games we play lead us into sin.
I’ve have been lucky enough without any doubt.
I have a friend who always helps me out.
He drove across the state to find me on the roam.
Said, “get into the car I’m taking you home.”
He never once asked for a thing or questioned me.
I reckon that’s how a good friend should be.
We worked together off and on, our entire life.
I’m on number eight, John’s with the same wife.
John and Lisa have most certainly had their fights.
In the end they always do what is right.
Work it out, stay together, never giving up.
Realizing they already have a full cup.
They have raised all their kids, which should include me.
I reckon that’s how a parent should be.
John’s not really my dad but he is my brother.
He’s a friend to the end like no other.
A perfect example of what a friend should be.
That’s what John Barnes has always been for me.
From the start of the game to the end of the show,
John’s been the friend who has never let go.
He has stood by my side through thick and thin.
I’m very proud to be a friend to him.
Through the love of my friend I was able to see.
This is exactly what a friend should be.
You guys know that twinkle that you see in a star.
When it comes to life that’s what good friends are.
John Barn's is my best friend. Him and I met in the Oilfields outside
of Bakersfield where he still resides. We worked together on many
different jobs together over the years operating heavy equipment. I
reckon I was about 20 years old when I first met John and Lisa, his
wife. I haven't had 8 wives but I have 3 had wives and 5 significant
others during the time we have all known each other. I'm very lucky,
as well as, very proud to have had them in my life. We may not be
blood but we are family. Several times in my life they have opened
their home and helped me. Never asking for a thing or questioning my
behavior. Of course, them I would never disrespect. Not even in my worst
days. In fact, I never was a disrespectful or rude person. I just had bad
habits. I wrote this in honor of them but it is how I feel about all of my
friends. You guys all shine in my eyes. God Bless, mj
When I think of famous duos, these two come to mind
No, it's not two lovers , nothing of the kind
No famous stars strolling down a red carpet walk
Reporters following them, hoping for tomorrow's gossip talk
But they've been around to feed us a quick meal in a bind
Or to eat just for fun and they come in more than one kind
First those two fresh pieces of white wonder bread
Creamy peanut butter onto each one is carefully spread
Next choose the jelly - grape is usually mine
But there is also strawberry, apple and many others are fine
Put it all together with jelly dripping down your chin
A big glass of cold milk, let the feast begin!
Yes, I think this duo is one worth the mention
Although, it might not get all that very much attention
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 had a little sister
Who grew up to be my friend
I thought we'd always be together
Until the very end
We shared so many memories
Of times we were young and carefree
Even though she is no longer here
She'll always be with me
Day after day year after year
I will always remember her with a whole lot of laughter
And few little tears
Sweet dreams are found, in the purple sheen
Of a lady's skin, where egg and seed convene
On the darkest night, or upon a foggy shore
Moon, stars guide you, to where Angels soar
Earths sky's the canvas, for thoughts to explore
Without obligatory words, you can create the decor
Find sweet dreams, passion and lust will overwhelm
Choose your words carefully, as your taking the helm
As you Paint your thoughts, in words, time can't erase
Bodies and souls will entwine, a willing lovers embrace
Moon sinks into earth's horizon, as your picture's seen
The formula for sweet dreams, is at the geometric mean
A mother's holiday should be everyday,
To show you the thanks I wish to repay.
A million word poem could never consist,
Of all that you do - a lifetime of lists.
So Ill keep it short - a miniature report.
To convey my gratitude for all your support.
Preparing this thank-you, builds tears in my eyes.
The bulletproof bond we share never dies.
Countless memories we've made as a pair,
Has given me more than I can compare
Your lessons of chivalry I've cherished so dear.
You've molded my heart to love with no fear.
Your lullaby songs that put me to sleep,
Created a herd of infinite sheep.
Happy Mother's Day Mom, I hope you enjoy.
Much love from your son, your grown baby boy.
- Yours Truly
Daddy, mommy, why are you laying me down on the grave?
I was dreaming before that you’ll be putting me in my cozy crib.
Are you so remorseful and that's the reason you are crying?
I’m only five months old trying to understand your feeling.
You got married so young and you didn’t know what to do
You didn’t take care of me in your womb but, still I love you so.
I was dreaming and wishing you to nurture me with your love
Give all the things I need until I grow and make you proud.
I am so deeply wounded, but I forgive you with what you did
I’ll just be your little angle to guide you both and your next kid.
As we bid goodbye then , bring with you my shattered dreams
I do plead, to my brothers or sisters make them whole again.
Daddy, mommy, thank you so much for my very beautiful name
Don’t forget your Baby Shalom whose love will forever be the same.
Contest: Unborn Babies Dream
Poet Sponsor: Scribe Marlon Linton
Written: Oct. 11,2012