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Indelible

I was seventeen, had one year left of high school and a boyfriend I didn't even love. It was the end of summer, and I was on the verge of a night indelible because it was incredible for me. If "tall, dark, and handsome" had a face, it belonged to one who walked into the store I worked at nightly all alone. He brought with him a smile just for me - beautiful, magical, seducing. Were he music, he'd have been the warmest song to ever touch my soul. Perhaps it was the moon, lunacy-inducing, that made me crave his visits more and more, for he'd come each night into the store, his ritual to tease me with his glances; then stand in line with just one purchase, engaging me with words deliciously belying that he spoke my native tongue. Did he know I fairly worshiped him? And where was Aphrodite to let her dear Adonis wander free? I learned eventually he was staying with a brother and soon would be returning to Quebec. I do not know, but I can now infer the moon waxed full by the time he asked me out, for I had waxed complete in my audacity. Knowing it was his last night in town, I closed the store up early and fled with my Prince Charming. The stuff of poetry that night transpired. . .fodder for the several poems of romance I've since penned. Sitting in his car in front of my own house, late at night, into the early morning. . . The way he gazed into my eyes, teaching me of butterfly kisses and his breathing his sweet breath along my ear lobes, the way our fingers interlaced, the way he caressed the small of my back. . . He taught me how small things can be just as sensuous as that act of love that virgins do not know, and he branded me with a yearning for a sweet romantic love I'd never felt so strongly, nor would I ever know again as wonderfully as I was shown that night, for others in my life I've kissed, yet I have never missed them. My dream love wrote me postcards from Quebec. Then it all died out. I married. A few years passed; then I got a call from him, completely unexpected! Somehow he'd tracked me down to my new home. I took the call, as I held my firstborn baby daughter in one arm. Heart in my throat, I told him it was nice to hear from him, but I was married now. So though I'll never know what "may have been," I'm still left with the memory I chose to make with him that one day of my life, my very best, because for just one night, I was Cinderella. A prince still holds my slipper, and infinite romance lives on inside my poems.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Time Machine

Ride with me on my time machine to a different time and place
Return with me and let me see if I can put a smile upon your face
To the days of AM radio and the TV was black and white
To lying in a grassy field and counting stars at night
Popcorn and soda in the balcony at a Saturday matinee
Parades led by the High School Band on Decoration Day
Dressing up and going door to door on the night of Halloween
Cigarettes rolled in your shirt, pretending to be James Dean
Pep rallies before the football games, everybody stand and cheer
Going in the woods with your friends at night, sharing a quart of beer
That feeling inside, turning red, when she smiled at you at the dance
Wanting to kiss her goodnight, but you were afraid to take a chance
Playing chase tag at night in the neighborhood, hiding behind a tree
Holding hands with your first steady, so all your friends could see
Medicine Show at the end of town in a giant canvas tent
Saving pennies for a rainy day, fasting on candy for Lent
Going for a Sunday ride with Mom and Dad in the family car
Playing in the yard at night, putting lightning bugs in a jar
Drag racing on that long stretch of road, Chevy was hard to beat
Stealing peaches from a neighbor’s tree, always seemed so sweet
Riding bikes all over town, never knowing the meaning of fear
Identifying cars by their tail lights, make and model and year
News and Stooges at the theatre before the movie starts
Valentine’s day I love you written on tiny candy hearts
Easter bonnets and picking flowers for Mom on Mother’s Day
Opening day at the community pool the last weekend in May
Sock hop in the auditorium, collar up, trying to play it cool
Meeting friends at the usual place, everyday after school
Six for a quarter on the juke box, music that would move your soul
Return with me now to those glory days and the birth of rock and roll.

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse | |

LOVE at FIRST SIGHT

Love was in the air when he laid eyes on her.
Childhood; elementary and even high school with her.
Walking towards her, he greeted her.
Anxiety spiraled as he hugged her.
Conversation grew deeper as he sat with her.
Wanting to get closer because he was falling for her.

Another woman called pausing the time he was having with her.
Knowing he had to answer; he stepped away and spoke to her.
She stated that something wasn't quite right with her.
She said that her stomach had been bothering her.
Now he's thinking back if he came inside her.
Thinking if she lied to him about her tubes being tied within her.

Does he blame himself for listening to her?
Knowing right from wrong and yet he can't blame her.
Does he blame the devil for allowing him to be intimate with her?
Is he not a human that makes mistakes just like her?
Begging God to make a way for him and her.
Asking God to forgive him for committing the sin with her.

God said, "relax my son, you were only dreaming of her."

Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT | Year Posted 2012

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Notes on Dating a Latino: What You Don't Learn in High School Spanish Class

One. Latino boys like Buffalo Wild Wings. It isn't clear why, but it's definitely emerging as a pattern.

Two. Latino boys are persistent. When he asks to kiss you for the first time, say no. Why? Because you've known him for a matter of weeks and he is not your boyfriend yet. Don't worry... he will continue to ask every week until you say yes.

Three. Latino boys are really good kissers.

Four. Latino boys love their family. His cousins are best friends, so you probably already know several of them. If any of his cousins also like you, you might think this is problematic. Your boyfriend will tell you that it's normal, and it's just because they're jealous, and not to worry about it. You will probably worry about it anyway. Sometimes it's better to let things go.

Five. Latino boys are romantic. He will tell you how he loves you in two languages and struggle to find an apt metaphor which he can pronounce in the English language. Since his English isn't perfect, he uses his hands to compensate when he speaks,  uses a tilt of his head, a shift in his voice; he says most with his eyes, when he isn't speaking at all.

Six. Notice how he lights up when he smiles at you, like the sunrise... remember that the word for smile in Spanish is sonrisa.

Seven. When he offers to teach you the meringue, say yes. When you trip over each other's feet, laugh. When his face moves close to yours... kiss him.

Eight. When your racist father starts talking about socioeconomic classes, remind him that unlike your brother's American friends, your friends are sober. (Well, more sober. Do not bring up tequila. They're not potheads, at least.) Besides, your Spanish teacher is thrilled with your miraculous improvement in spoken Spanish.

Nine. When you go bowling with him and his cousins and he whispers in your ear that people are staring at us, tell him it's just because they're jealous that I have a boyfriend that will dance with me in public.

Ten. "Te amo" is a phrase that sounds prettiest when whispered.

Copyright © Cameron Hartley | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? | |

Shortest Love Story

Our elbows collided, 
'cause my desk is wrong-sided.
Made for a lefty, 
When I write
with my right.

Copyright © Kennedy Lea | Year Posted 2013

Details | Senryu | |

high school love

we offered our hearts
       eagerly sketched in wet sand....
             entwined initials
              
whispered in the wind
        promises too young to keep…
            first kiss at sunset
                            
a chill from the sea…
        such fragile love would vanish 
            in a wave of tears          


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For Linda Marie's "Sentimental Senryu" contest

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Ghosts of South Dakota part 4

	Of course on this night we are supposed to be asleep so Santa 
could come, but we hadn't been home from Midnight Mass very long, and the 
invigorating cold was not conducive to sleep.  Even the hot chocolate did not do 
much to help sedate the excitement.
	We were hoping for sleds that year.  The snow was perfect for 
sledding especially like we did it.  We tied out sleds on behind the car or pick up 
and were pulled through the hills.  We got our sleds.  My dad and my uncle made 
them for us.
	No television and only in the late years were we allowed to use the 
radio.  Batteries were to expensive for frivolous use.  We spent many hours 
playing cards or games.
	I took time out and went to high school and college and got my 
teaching certificate.
	My aunt taught there only one year after the Federal Government 
turned the schools over to the local government.
	The last time I was back there the out buildings had been moved and 
Indian families were living in them.  The school was dirty and unkept.
	Now the school is gone.  The ancestors who once walked these 
dusty plains are gone.  The Indians who were there when I was a child are gone.
	They are Ghosts.  Ghosts whose faces can be seen in the clouds.  
Ghosts  who still chop wood on those sub zero nights.  And the drums we heard 
in the middle of the nights are still beating.  They beat as strongly as the heart 
beats in a healthy body.  The laughter of the children still echoes under the 
bridge.
	The life blood of a culture, of a nation grows thin.  The Battle of 
Wounded Knee was the last battle to be fought  between the white man and the 
Indian on the northern plains.  It's cries still echo across the land.
	My foot prints in the creek did not last any longer than those they left 
in the dust.  But in my memories, this mile and a half by three quarter mile haven 
still lives.  And will live forever as a piece of unrecorded history.

Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2007

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To Elizabeth

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eye'd,
Such seems your beauty still. 
~ William Shakespeare


I have looked into the mirror
Looking for a trace....a trace of my youth
A trace of the girl that I used to be...
Is she there?  Buried deep? Is she still part of me?

Years can't be halted, change can't erase..
And there...in my face, are the lines of experience
Stories and time...I see staring back at me
A part of me wants to grieve for that girl
The girl that I was..   Has she vanished for good?

Oh, I do understand....
That I can't hang on to "then"..
To days long ago, when time was our friend
When summers, together,  seemed never to end
But, then............ , here by chance, we meet up once again.....

Our friendship born in childhood..so young, and carefree
You...with bright eyes, and brown hair that fell long
Around your high cheeks ...and a wide, gamin smile!
You were the one who's light shined so brightly
Who's charm, laugh, and wisdom I fondly admired
A girlhood where we danced together in sweet grass under sunny skies
And under nighttime stadium lights, to the music of the high school band

After years, that have taken us to separate worlds
In my mind, and in my dreams you have always been
The fair maiden, the one who held my hand
Two girls who made promises...who sat in the dark, under a summer sky
And talked of our "somedays", of our future, our hopes
By the light of the moon, we wished upon the stars

Now here in this moment, I have found you again
And here in this moment, I have found "me" again....
I can be that girl again....as we share our history
our moment in the sun, ....I am "her", again!..
I can be that child, I can be fifteen, I can wear a crown, upon a teenaged throne... 
And I can still dance to the sound of the drum, and the tuba,
I can sing football songs, and gossip about the boys, 
   and make fun of the stuck-up girls
     and laugh about the teachers we didn't like, 
                   and about the night of the prom, when I cried in your arms

I can hear Johnny Mathis singing "Misty", and the words will make me weep
       I can hear "Canadian Sunset" as it lulls me off to sleep

Perhaps the stars have faded a bit...but beyond the weary miles
They still shine when I look into your eyes...my dear friend, from the past...
They will shine through the ages.........where a summer will always  last....
         
                      ~                                    ~


For Frank's Contest:

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010

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Death - Reborn - Balassi Stanza

As I take my last breath
The pathway to my death
Is the Arc of a Rainbow

In Darkness, unforeseen 
With a Soul, so unclean
As a Raven’s or a Crow

I can feel this new Life
Sounds of bagpipes and fife
An Eternity, to Grow 

Inspired by Dr. Ram Mehta’s Contest
              “ Balassi Stanza “

Author’s Note : Dr. Ram has Taught me more English
Than my Jr. & Sr. High School Teachers : Combined

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

A Beautiful Man-A Poem Time Forgot II

                                         A Poem Time Forgot II
                                           Sponsor: Silent One

                              I saw heaven once again in your eyes,
                             and felt it in your arms when wrapped
                                            all around me...
                           Intertwined like barbed wire on a fence,
                         the comfortable warmth all came rushing
                                          back to me again...
                                 like grandma and her childhood
                             memories of when her mother would 
                                          bake cookies...and
                                       
                                                        ~You are a beautiful man.

                                  That old familiar scent of breath
                                   came stumbling down my neck,
                                and I recalled the time you held me
                          making sure I would remember that feeling 
                                            when I am alone.
                            Whenever away from your strong arms,
                                        I recall it to my mind,
                                         and all seems so new,
                                      like the first day of my life
                                             I am reborn, and...
       
                                                        ~You are a beautiful man.

                                     You came to me in friendship,
                                      now the keeper of my heart.
                                Funny how I never thought we would
                                             end up together.
                           Guess that's how love works sometimes.
                                        You always see it happen
                                  on those old movies and wonder
                              if it can really happen that way, and..
        
                                                        ~You are a beautiful man.

                                     Thank you for being so real,
                                         true and individualistic,
                                so full of smiles, laughter and love.
                                   How can there not be any love
                                            in you sweetheart?
                                     A heart without love is like
                                      an ocean without water..
                                            it does not exist.
                                     When in deep discussion,
                                       feeling lucky enough
                                           to listen to you,
                                    or simply sitting in silence,
                               you show me a love like no other.
                                    So, in return I love you, for...

                                                         ~You are my beautiful man.

                                        World Literature Class
                                               12-7-1996

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015

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15 and stupid

This poem was inspired by my best friend and her troubles: ) We go out on our first date, We go back to your house, Your parents are asleep, We go to your bedroom, You tell me you love me and that you will take care of me, I wake up thinking of last night your laying next to me holding me, You wake up and look at me and smile, You lean over and kiss me, I feel like you are the best thing to ever happen to me, You are my first love, Little do we know what’s happening, Nine months latter we are parents, We are planning our marriage, Our lives are set in stone now, We are parents at age fifteen, engaged at age fifteen, Life has just left our eyes, Now we are two teens in love living on their own parents disowned them, child with them drop outs of high school and working jobs to survive. What a stupid mistake we made at age fifteen. Under aged sex is not a smart choice unless you want my life….

Copyright © Emily Rakis | Year Posted 2010

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Pieces of Eternity (Seasons Finale)

Maybe it’s unacceptable 
Live a life capable of a true fable 
True friends never end 
But take you back to where it all began 
But hey misery gave us something to believe in 
Stress became a greater award as we achieved sin 
What could I say? Our savior died on a cross tough as pig skin 
Never once cried over the loss 
Forbidden fruit, Eden garden 
Excuse me, my lord, I beg your pardon 
And so what if these medics carry life in a carton 
But I ain’t trippin 
Simply because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
That’s right until my dying day 
True lost souls from the dark side 
Forever, we as mortals ride 
Peace is nothing, I fend for quiet time 
Rebels in riot lines 
Previous high school graduates 
Symbols of an adjective running toward fate 
True personality suffer the privilege of inmates 
How could you hesitate to ask 
There’s no stranger under this mask 
Lonely and unholy, who’s there to console me? 
I want to get away, forever restless 
You can see my similarities with the ocean 
I’m stress less 
Because this is me until my dying day 
Please stop crying, you know I can’t stay 
I’m going to be the same until my dying day 
Over in that casket is where I’m trying to lay 
My son, my friend 
We are but pieces of eternity 
Mesh on, mesh off 
Even at our best times we’re soft 
Who’s to say I’d regret my decision 
To lead a sinners life without God’s supervision 
On a one man mission 
And I know I don’t come around much 
Got my palms in reality 
Searching for something softer to touch 
Whisper in my ear, death makes me blush 
And Hell only flatters me 
One and one, through matter the winds scatter me 
I ain’t trippin, baby girl get off your knees 
You’re in the arms of a future me 
And I can’t see heaven from a distance 
Fire me over clouds like a piston 
Marching through blood 
But it’s all mud and water to Darkhouse 
Stand still let me mark my spouse 
Live my life as an outcast 
How could you even picture me at my last? 
Dear lord show some mercy on my followers 
Bless those that swallow dust to follow us 
No need to borrow sympathy 
Unforgiving sorrow made my enemies envy me 

Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse | |

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Ever since the flames licked 

my fair pink burning flesh,

nothing in my life has remained the same.



I had to go back in to 

save my little brother Chris. 

 Life without him would kill me, 

besides myself I would forever blame.

 

Even though it’s been ten years, 

my face still feels the pain.



Having to go through high school 

with a scarred face is just lame.



I’ve got the body of a goddess; 

I must admit I’m beautiful from the neck down, 

but the hideous burn scars 

on my face have remained.

 

Months after the accident 

weeks before school started,

a knock at my door came.



An anonymous donor sent a box

 full of beautifully hand decorated

Mardi Gras masks made for only the fairest lady, 

that’s the day I got my new name.

 

Each month a new box of masks 

would arrive and I would wear everyone.

I became known as the royal shapely, disfigured lady. 

Mardi Gras was my fame.

 

One night a mysterious white box appeared, 

inside rested the most unique and intricately 

adorned mask of all.  It was a pure white mask adorned 

with a delicate French ivory lace, fluffy pure white 

dove feathers and shiny white pearls outlined the mask.  

White is normally considered lame 

but this was breathtaking, nothing plain.  



Inside the box was also an

 invitation, asking me to attend 

the prom with "Masked Bandit" Lane.



 I couldn’t believe it! All along it was 

my handsome next door neighbor and

 Chris' best friend, who had been sending 

the ornate masks to me.  He was my hero now, 

my enthusiasm could hardly be tamed..  



Lane had always adored my brother Chris and seemed 

to like me too. I always knew he had 

a crush on me, but I never knew to what extent. 

I rushed over to his house where he was playing 

with my brother Chris a heated basketball game.



I hugged him and told him that 

I would love to go with him to the prom.



Just between you and me, 

Lane and I will always be the 

masked King and Queen of Mardi Gras 

and forever in love we will reign.





 

 

Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010

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DNA

I want to explain
How I feel about you
The thoughts in my head
How my heart feels too

Your mom and I joined
And you were already here
I came onto the scene 
A little late, I fear

Just four months old
When we first met
"Who's this stranger?"
You were thinking, I bet

You woke up crying
And your mom was impressed
For I put you to sleep
Up against my chest

I fell in love with you
And took your mom as my wife
I remember those years 
As the best in my life

Boy, was I jealous 
When you met your "real" dad
I wanted to grab him
And yell at him so bad :)

We are married no more
Your mother and I
When I think about that
Sometimes I still cry

Many years have passed
My how you've grown
You're in high school now
And have your own cell phone

And tho we now live
Two states apart
I love you so much!
With all of my heart!

So remember you this
Miss Ashley Nicole....
You're my pride and joy
You're in my heart and soul

And I don't care 
What people think or say
It matters not to me
Your true DA

With lots of love,
                         Dad

Copyright © Robert Ginter | Year Posted 2011

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The Story of Granddaughter Lily

The story of Granddaughter Lily
By Franklin Price
4/14/2015

The story of granddaughter Lily
Is one I feel compelled to tell
Of talent that revealed itself
Really from the starting bell

At her birth and I was there
Entered the stage oh what a sight
Star of the show she was that day
A prelude to this Friday night

Precocious as a growing child
Entertaining was her thing
If one or more were in her view
Never missed a chance to dance and sing

Then came the play in seventh grade
Pirates of Penzance the name
Tried out for the leading role
And so began her school play game

We were there and cheering proudly
She sang and acted as a pro
At the end applauding loudly
We hugged her neck said way to go

The years have flown since way back then
She has performed in song and dance
Lily a high school senior now
Curtains in the Pirates of Penzance

We will be there to watch the show
Grandparents cannot stay away
We'll clap and cheer embarrass her
Celebrate this final high school play

I know this will not be the last
For entertainment is her thing
On to college and on from there
Excited to see what life will bring

Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

The Speed of Life

In the childhood home her mother spins her child
Round and round we go happiness seems to overflow
And the childhood  goes by; faster, faster

A growing child with so much energy running and having fun
Careless and free he runs across the yard
He is growing up; faster, faster

Only in middle school and already a rebel
Sticking up for a friend and getting in a fight
He has courage but still he runs; faster, faster

High school has come at last
The odd man out he cries for attention
Into depression he spirals; faster, faster

At the high school prom he meets a girl
The hearts beet together and the music beats in their ears
They are falling madly in love; faster, faster

Barely a year and a kid on the way
To work and back the same routine, every hour, every day
A wedding is coming closer; faster, faster

So far a happy life, and a good career
They buy a home and outside he spins his child
Another childhood is going by; faster, faster

His life was long another one has started from it
But now the ambulance move; faster, faster
And his heartbeat fails; slower, slower

Copyright © Evan Zeitler | Year Posted 2010

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OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

ON 1ST JULY 1990~ THE ANGELS DID SOMETHING ALMIGHTY
FROM HEAVEN THEY SENT US OUR LIFE-LONG DESIRE-A PRECIOUS DAUGHTER TO LOVE AND ADMIRE.
TRUE TO YOUR NATURE YOU ARRIVED WITHOUT FUSS OR PAIN--THE FIRST TIME OUR EYES MET WE KNEW OUR LIVES WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME

AS A BABY AND TODDLER YOU MADE US SO PROUD
YOUR VERY LONG HAIR, GREEN EYES AND SMILE-
ALL THOSE GOOD LOOKS MADE YOU STAND OUT IN A CROWD
YOU STARTED TALKING EARLY WITH MANY VOICEPRINTS 
YOUR CHARM AND GOOD LOOKS HAVE NOT STOPPED SINCE
YOU LOVED YOUR DOLLS AND PRAMS-- DREAMT OF BEING A “SINGER”
 AND VERY QUICKLY LEARNED HOW TO WRAP YOUR DAD AROUND YOUR LITTLE FINGER
YOUR BIG BROTHER DEVON--BEST FRIEND AND PROTECTER 
MOST OF THE TIME YOU GOT ON PERFECTLY TOGETHER

FROM AN EARLY AGE YOU SHOWED YOUR LOVE OF SWIMMING
AGE TWO AND A HALF YOU WERE ABLE AND WILLING
TO SWIM UNDER WATER AND DO MANY LENGTHS
THIS WAS CLEARLY ONE OF YOUR SPORTING STRENGTHS
AT AGE THREE YOU COULD BARELY WAIT TO START PLAYSCHOOL
“MISS INDEPENDENCE”, WAS YOUR GENERAL RULE
THE SLIDE AND JUNGLE GYM WERE YOUR FAVOURITE SPOTS
 AND TO OUR HORROR YOU WOULD CLIMB RIGHT TO THE TOP!
AT AROUND THIS TIME, YOUR FIRST BOYFRIEND YOU MET-
 HE LIVED NEXT DOOR, AND HIS NAME WAS BRETT

SOON IT WAS TIME FOR  PRE-SCHOOL
YOU LOVED YOUR TEACHER--YOUR NEW FRIENDS WERE COOL
‘SPRING BONNETS’ AND THE END OF YEAR SCHOOL PLAYS
THE TEDDY BEAR CLASS GAVE YOU SOME REAL SPECIAL DAYS
NEXT WAS ‘BIG SCHOOL’ AND YOUR FIRST CLASS
WE WERE SERIOUSLY ANXIOUS BUT FOR YOU JUST ANOTHER ‘MISS INDEPENDENCE’ TASK
LETTERLAND, MATHS AND LEARNING TO READ
YOU EXCELLED AT ALL THAT WITH INCREDIBLE SPEED
YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS CONTINUED THROUGH GRADES 2, 3 AND FOUR
YOUR PLACE IN THE SWIMMING TEAM HELPED YOUR SCHOOL WIN MORE

OUR MOVE TO AUSTRALIA… SAD FAREWELLS TO YOUR FRIENDS AND YOUR PETS 
BUT, GREAT EXCITEMENT YOU FELT AT ADVENTURES TO BE MET
A NEW SCHOOL--“METHODIST LADIES COLLEGE”
NEW FRIENDS--JUMPING A GRADE-- MET WITH SUCH POSITIVE COURAGE
YOU MADE US SO PROUD IN THE WAY YOU ADAPTED
MRS. WILLIAMSON SAID YOU WERE THEIR NEW CLASS ‘ASSETT’
.
THE ‘MR BEE’ SPELLING AWARD AND MANY MERITS LATER 
WE ALL GOT HOMESICK-- BUT YOUR POSITIVE NATURE DID NOT WAVER
THE DECISION WE MADE TO RETURN TO CAPE TOWN 
CAUSED YOU HEARTBROCKEN TEARS AND A PERMANENT FROWN
ONCE AGAIN A SAD FAREWELL TO YOUR NEW FOUND FRIENDS 
RETURNING TO S.A. FOR OLD ONES TO MAKE AMMENDS

IT WASN’T VERY LONG THAT YOU PICKED UP WHERE YOU LEFT OFF AT ALL
 ADDED TO YOUR TALENTS WERE NOW TEAM HOCKEY AND NETBALL

AS YOU APPROACHED THE FIRST OF YOUR TEEN YEARS
WITH YOUR LOOKS AND CHARM, INEVITABLY THE BOYFRIENDS WOULD APPEAR
SHOPPING, MOVIES AND MANY PARTY SLEEP-OVERS
CHOOSING TRUE FRIENDS AND DUMPING THE LOSERS
DANCE SHOWS AND DANCING EXAMS… YOU EXCELLED AT HIP- HOP
 FUN AND OF COURSE THE DESIRE TO SHOP

THE END OF JUNIOR SCHOOL-- THE FINAL ASSEMBLY—AWARDS
TROPHIES FOR SPORTSMANSHIP AND YOUR S.R.C. PRIZE GOT MANY APPLAUDS
SAD FEELINGS AT LEAVING YOUR OLD SCHOOL BEHIND 
EXCITEMENT AT STARTING HIGH SCHOOL WOULD SOON COME TO MIND
NO PROBLEM TO YOU, IT WAS ALL JUST A BREEZE 
AS YEAR BY YEAR YOU CONTINUED TO ACHIEVE
SWIMMING AND ‘A’ TEAM HOCKY MATCHES ON THE ASTRO TURF 
YOU EVEN STARTED TO LEARN HOW TO SURF
FRIDAY AFTERNOON CHRISTIAN MEETINGS AND EVENING CHURCH YOUTH
WE WERE SO HAPPY YOU FOUND GOD AND HIS TRUTH

THE REST OF HIGH SCHOOL PASSED IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE WHILE 
YOUR LIST OF ACHIEVEMENTS REMAINED EXCEPTIONALLY HIGH
YOUR ORGANISATIONAL SKILLS WERE ASTOUNDING
COPING WITH TOUGH SUBJECTS LIKE MATHS, SCIENCE AND ACCOUNTING
IN HOCKEY AND SWIMMING YOU MADE THE TOP TEAMS
NO SURPRISE AT ALL THAT SWIMMING COACHES MOVED IN ON THE SCENE.

THEY CULTIVATED YOUR TALENTS FROM STRENGTH TO STRENGTH
EVERY YOUR NIGHT YOUR PASSION SAW YOU DOING MANY LENGTHS
WEEKENDS OF GALA’S AND NATIONAL SWIMMING
S.A.SHORT COURSE, YOUR P.B’S, AND FAIR SHARE OF WINNING
TOGETHER WE CELEBRATED YOUR PLACE IN   W.P. SCHOOL CHAMPS THAT YEAR 
SO PROUD OF OUR BEAUTIFUL SWIMMER ALWAYS AHEAD OF HER PEERS 
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FIRST YEAR AT UNIVERSITY YOU BECAME SO INDEPENDENT
 STARTING YOUR STUDIES AS A B.Sc. STUDENT
IT WAS ALSO THE YEAR YOU LEARNED TO DRIVE
GOT YOUR LICENSE—DAD SPOILT YOU—NEW CAR—RESPLENDENT


YOUR FAITH AND TRUST IN THE LORD STILL REMAINS FIRM
AS YOU WALK AND GROW SPIRITUALLY DAILY WITH HIM

SO MUCH HAS CHANGED, AND YET SOME THINGS REMAIN
YOU BEAUTY AND TALENTS SO EASILY MAINTAINED
YOUR  LOVE OF SWIMMING AND OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENTS IN WATER
YOU KNOW WE WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR NO. 1 SUPPORTERS
AND NOW YOU ARE 21, SWEETHEART 
YOUR WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF YOU-- TODAY IS JUST THE START
IT SEEMS LIKE JUST YESTERDAY THAT YOU WERE BORN—
OUR DAUGHTER~LOVES BRIGHT SHINING LIGHT~ WE ADORE
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED IN EVERY WAY 
WISHING YOU GOD’S RICHEST BLESSINGS ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY
HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TO OUR BABY GIRL

TO HAVE YOU AS A DAUGHTER HAS BEEN A REAL PLEASURE
-YOU HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL BE OUR MOST BEAUTIFUL TREASURE-

(FOOTNOTE: OUR DAUGHTER WILL BE 23 THIS YEAR, HAS COMPLETED HER BSc. AND HONOURS DEGREE’S IN PHYSIOLOGY AND GENETICS AND NOW DOING HER MASTERS DEGREE IN EXERCISE SCIENCE. SHE IS ALSO A PROFESSIONAL TRIATHLETE—DOING SWIMMING, CYCLING AND RUNNING AS ONE DISCLIPLINE)

Copyright © Kim van Breda | Year Posted 2013

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I will always have faith in you

 Light my world with fantisies
For there shall be a day in a life 
Where the stars smile so bright 
cause I see your smile 
and I know my day will be all right 

cause your right there next to me 
as I go on my first day of school 
it may not be as easy as I thought it would be but 
I know your right there next to me 
And I smile at the thought of you smiling as I sing this song to you
I've always knew just what to do 

Someday I will be a superstar 
I will give us the life we never had
we will be a happy little family
no matter what I do I will always try 
cause I am not giving up on the lady who gave me life 

Cause your right there next to  me 
As  as I go off to high school 
 It may of got a little better since you been away 
I smile at thought of you looking down at me and saying "im proud of you, im proud of who you became, my sweet little angel 
is growing up" 

I am not letting go of what I used to have 
I am just being happier cuz I know its what you would want for me 

So look back at all we have been threw 
Its your time to shine and give that girl what she derves 
I have grown but she is still so young 
I will be there soon enough 
I only got a few years to go 

So while I am away
Make sure her happiness is still with you 
She  will love you forever just like I do
Cause I see your smile a thousand miles away 
I know we will meet again 
So for now I will remember 
that smile on tuesday night 
tucking me in and telling me "goodnight" 

cause your right there next to me 
as I am coming home
I have my own little family now 
We are coming to visit and say hello to you my dear 
I see that smile as I am driving home 
its been a long time since ive seen your beautiful smile

So dont forget that I love you 
I have always been here to help you understand how a kids heart 
can change so fast whens they have been threw a lot 
Someday they will tell you thank you 
I have a learned alot from you 
I dont know what or who I would be 

So I want you to understand that you dont have to be here for me 
I trust in you 
Like you can never see 
I can hear you saying "I love you" 
I have always had faith in you 
I hope you know you will always be in my heart

Copyright © Heather Bateman | Year Posted 2011

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For Always

Every moment I can't see your face;
These are the days and nights when I miss you.
I ask that you stay for always,
On sunny days and when it rains too.

If I speak to another pretty dame,
She's not the flame inside that grows.
In my heart you will remain;
This one thing I'd like you to know.



©2013 Honestly JT
For Skat -Love's "Under 10" Poetry Contest

Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse | |

Silly isn't it

It's silly isn't it?
That I could fall for you so easily
And you not give two shits?
You spoke your drunken words
And admitted to always loving me
It was the best thing I had ever heard. 
When we hung out soon after
And I left you with a kiss
I didn't think the feelings mattered.
But as we spent time apart
I realized it wasn't the same
You had won my heart.
I got drunk and spilled my words
And you said you still felt the same
I was happier than a bird.
We made plan after plan
You always fell through
I felt like a speck of sand.
You told me you were trying to get a girl
I smiled and bared the tears
I had hoped to be the girl.
You soon stopped replying
I started to break down
I was almost done trying.
But no not tonight
I got drunk and spilt more words
I hope I did what's right. 
I thought we were the perfect fit
I fell for you so hard
But, that's silly, isn't it?

Copyright © Kimber Robinson | Year Posted 2013

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Pole Catching

Sitting there so beautifully-
the one who had stolen my heart from me.
I walked right by to catch his eye,
but caught a pole instead.

Copyright © k.m. braxton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

A Rose With A Thorn

Billy Bob had fallen in love

Consuming his entirety

Awakening his heart ached

Asleep his love passed him by

Though yearning he did not reveal

Valentine's Day loomed so near

Dare he reveal his true feelings

Nothing ventured, nothing gained

Was his one recurring mantra

He bought a card and wrote a name

'Stephan I love you, please be mine'

He inserted a deep red rose

inside the card and posted it

He waited on Valentine's Day

His quaking spirits were soaring

He received a card from Stephan

Revealing feelings were mutual

They arranged to meet after school

to Billy Bob's distress and grief

Heard that his love had that day died

from septicaemia  due to

pricking his finger recently

from the thorn of a deep red rose.

Copyright © theresa stephens | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Hello Again

Hello again my impossible girl,
I've been looking for you in this always changing world
and I have you, my impossible girl.
But, is it always what it seems?
Because every now and then I'll think
and every now and then I will dream,
that my impossible girl has found me.
Because even if I have you, will you see me?
I find it harder and harder to concentrate on the future,
when my future doesn't have my impossible girl.
So as every ball of rock and dust enters the earth,
and every birthday candle blown, 
and every night at 11:11, 
I will wish for my impossible girl to finally see me,
her impossible man waiting, 
for his impossible girl.

Copyright © Marcus Jjaks Reyes | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Daybreak

I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday

Copyright © Andrew Shannon | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism | |

These Words To You

A warm tear in my eye
As I just wonder why
Why you had to leave me, fly away far
Now for you, alone, I wish to our star

There's so many love songs
I'll play them all, and think of you
I loved everything you were
Loved everything you do

Rise and shine on another day, with you away
All alone I am now, with nothing much to say
Your face is always in my mind
As I dream of the best I'll ever find

These Words To You, my love
I'll write them in a letter
And seal it with a kiss
In hopes that I'll feel better
To the one I miss

Girls that don't ask for much
Oh how they deserve it all
And as this love was such
She's leading to my fall

Her big beautiful eyes
A bold and loving brown
Still makes my heart fly
But still makes my lips frown

And that dirty golden hair
Always tied neatly back
So smooth and curly and long
Got my heart out of whack

These Words To You, my love
I'll write them in a letter
And seal it with a kiss
In hopes that I'll feel better
To the one I miss

Copyright © Andrew Shannon | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Confession

I lost all the color in my face
My throat is closing up
My brain is frozen
My hands are shaking
I'm naseous again
I didn't mean for it to happen
Why in the world did I ever hit send?
Waiting here like a fish on a hook
Reeled close and closer struggling to drift away
The hook is caught on my lip
I can't escape this
I can't breathe
The weight of this is crushing me
It's like carrying the world and the planets on top
Patrick, the name of a saint
Michael the name of an arch angel
Why did you leave me hanging?
Hands are shaking
Mind is frozen
Soul is burning
Mouth is dry
Losing color slowly
Fading away
Preparing for the big bang.
 

Copyright © Samantha Komornik | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

This Feeling

Can you tell when I talk to you
All the secrets I've kept
Can you tell when I talk to you
I'm so under your spell, I've wept
When we talk for hours on end
Do you have any idea what goes through my mind?
Typing and talking
I lose track of time
Sitting in class my minds always on you
Drifting away from reality
and making simulations of what to do
This image in my head won't let me rest
It's been buzzing around since we first met
Spreading throughout my body and infecting my chest
It's warming, it's calming, it's soothing all at once
It's taking my breath away and shutting my mind down
Letting me enjoy a taste of happiness
A taste of happiness is what I've wanted
for years, months and days
Just a simple sip from the cup of that feeling
and
Having someone to talk to
To express my mind to
Gives me hope
It gives me life
It gives me the feeling I'm not dying inside.
I feel saved.
I feel safe.
I feel you.
 

Copyright © Samantha Komornik | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet | |

Love Under the High School Bleachers

    LOVE UNDER THE HIGH SCHOOL BLEACHERS 
Some time ago, within a memory
deep in my dark, and most forbidden past,
when I recall your teaching only me,
there in the dark--with love that could not last!

Nor would we ever have such love today--
such great delight--but wicked from the start,
'tis in the past--and there must always stay,
but just a trace is here--to warm my heart;

so I can call--to mind--if late at night
when love seems not to be what love should be,
and I can feel in me, with great delight--
your love again--your lesson given me.

Here-in I be--still deep in love with you
the half-time of our love I'm going through.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

MISUNDERSTANDINGS

She was a sophomore who wanted to be liked by everyone.
Yet, she was good at putting a facade of a confident person.
She cared and loved those around her who hurt. 
Inside though, she was in so much pain from depression. 

He was a senior who couldn't care less about his reputation.
Many things had happened that put him at this stage of life.
Everyone thought that he was just a class clown.
Inside though, he was struggling with a dark past.

Both of them were aspiring writers.
She wrote because it was a way to let her emotions flow.
He wrote because he desired perfection with it.
They met in a writing class and became friends. Great friends.

The first time they worked on something together was in this class.
The teacher assigned the pair the prologue of the class novel.
Together, they bounced ideas off of each other. 
More importantly, this began the process of them trusting each other. 

He began to see a girl, who struggled and was all alone. 
A girl who needed an elder brother's guiding hand in her life.
He saw her as someone who he could trust.
So, he offered her his listening ear.

She began to see him as a guy who cared about her.
A boy who needed someone to care about him in his life.
She saw him as someone who she could trust.
So, she offered him her caring heart. 

He didn't realize what was going to happen.
She didn't realize what was going to happen.
Neither understood the other's true intentions. 
That is, until it was to late. 

A fragile heart was broke.
A blossoming friendship shattered.
The boy became distant to protect himself.
And the girl went into herself to stay safe. 

But as time went on for the two of them,
They learned how to recover and move on with their life. 
Though the memory is still with them, 
They have tucked the misunderstanding away in their heart.

Copyright © Tasha Taylor | Year Posted 2015

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Crazy

Hold me in your arms 
Never let me go because it hurts
Always stay close by me
Make me the girl you want me to be
I'll do anything for you 
Just stay with me please 
Never walk out my life
Don't make me cry and cut me in half
I'm crazy over you
Anything you want me to do I'll do
There is just one thing I want to know
What makes you love me the way you do?
People can call me silly
And say I'm crazy 
But I'll still love you 
This will stay true

Copyright © CJ Connor | Year Posted 2015