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Details | Light Poetry | |


I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |


He started out kind, loving and sweet;
My husband brought me flowers every week.
He'd bring me some roses, or do something silly,
And come home to me with one small lily.

Instead of using a vase, he would use a jar,
And bring me home a flower called the Morning Star.
We enjoyed each other and he would do something crazy
And bring me home a flower called a Daisy.

Then I noticed he began to change,
He started doing thngs kind of strange.
He would bring home flour and ask me to make,
A thin layered chocolate seven tiered cake.

Or he would bring home flour,
So that I would bake him a pie.
But no more flowers;
To behold with the natural eye.

Then one day...I knew it by what he said;
That man brought home a ROSE and laid her in my bed.
At that moment I almost became a widow,
He said something about Rose lying on my pillow.

I turned my back to go away to pray,
Dear Heavenly Father please listen to what I say.
I thank You for my husband and the relationship we had,
Now dear Father things are turning pretty bad.

He is still a good man, kind, loving and sweet;
But we both need deliverance fom satan's deceit.
The flowers he brought me were nice to behold;
Then suddenly things began to turn really cold.

The day the flower he brought home could walk,
I knew at that moment Father we must have a talk.
You said in all things give thanks and praise Your name,
For only You could make things the same.

As the Father and I discussed what my husband had done;
This caused me to draw nearer to His darling Son.
My husband's actions brought home the best flower of all,
Day or night, on Him I could call.

Jesus, The Lily of the Valley; the Bright and Morning Star.
I now knew Him personally, no longer from afar.
I went to tell my husband what had been done,
And how he had brought home Jesus, God's Only begotten Son.

I told him thank-you and that he too might get to know,
Jesus the Rose of Sharon and the Power of the Holy Ghost.
He's water when you are thirsty, and bread when you're hungry,
Food on the table and He never leaves you lonely.

He's your mother and your father, a heavy load carrier,
A heart regulator and a burden bearer.
He's peace, kindness, love and gentleness;
And above all the flowers you brought home...Honey, He's the Best!!

Penned in 2001
This is dedicated for those who have been betrayed.
Learn to forgive.  Daisy Marie Yant

Copyright © Daisy Marie Yant | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

The Last Strains Of The Decrescendo

The last strains of decrescendo were still in my ears
Dancing at the masque party time flew leisurely on downy feathers
The night was still youthful, the breath enjoying every fragrant inhale
The last strains of the decrescendo were still in my ears

I was jostled to my senses when it was announced that I had won a free plane ticket
To a destination of my choice. Why me? How? What competition? When?
I quickly revived before entering we were given forms and timed to fill in a destination
And one name whom we wished we could have taken along in sqeezy thirty seconds
I packed my bags and a week later boarded for Las Vegas yearning for my hubby
I couldn't control my smiles as the  plane took me off on my maiden foreign tour
The strains of the crescendo were rising in my heart

A dainty air hostess  smilingly tiptoed to me, asked for my cabin bag to accost me
To business class, served me snacks and wine and gifted me a black velvet box
Wiping my hands with a serviette, I gently opened the box 
To find a welcome note for a week's stay  at MGM's GRAND Skylofts  suite
Gambling and itenary  at the host's cost and my daylights went out.
The strains of the crescendo were rising in my heart

From the airport I was driven to Skylofts where I was received with a warm tet-a-tet 
Eyes sparkled at every measure while being escorted to my suite
The bellboy kept the luggage down before the suite, didn't unlock but knocked
The door was opened by my husband with a black rose in hand and a smiling face
The strains of the best crescendo were in the air.

January 3, 2016
Contest: Combination Of Three Words- secret box, plane ticket, favourite flower
Sponsor: Laura Loo

Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2016

Details | Monoku | |

Flower on Her Desk


flower on her desk  secret admirer  mum's the word

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

"Trembling of the Shy Temple Flower"

 "Trembling of the Shy Temple Flower"

i shall tremble at your every command
to sever only you
would be my greatest desire

let the ground be humble
to the rumble
of your feet

i am your faithful temple
shy flower cover me
only your tears
will water me~

let me be your
reverent faithful
one desire~

and i will
wash and heal all of your wounds~

do what you will
with me~
only softly say
my name~

and i will shyly say
the most caring
words to you~

your will~
is my will~

for i care only
for the rumble
of the trembling
of your feet~

aka lyricvixen

Copyright © verlecia fields | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse | |



Every line not just the bus the cafeteria at least in the lesser smaller rules would 
have a line and must produce the TICKET to get the product eye can sense it 
does not matter now ewe eye has glazed and interest has wandered back to the 
television or the window even oh please ewe pay attention. A stub of counterfit 
will not benifit the lame or halt or worried for there gender there they must have 
the goods in hand the concrete tender the dough rey mee the stuff that makes 
mens greed the money. After carefull consideration of the facts it takes the 
monkey on his back to make the money that he needs to carry greed to pinnacle 
mountains on his overactive garden of imagination he is ON the MARK he is 
Standing Toe to Toe with JOE and active in his quest and merciless at rest he 
makes his way down the line with TICKET in his hand no matter if its milk or 
meat or love or final resting place. Who is that on that cactus patch does it rally 
matter MOE his name was JOE they ALL was JOE he could have went on down 
the road but stayed to die in cactus OH what was his name it never matters to a 
martyer his spirit fled when they killed his body his name is JOE. He had his 
ticket in his hand a purple flower clutched so hard he bled. He hollard out her 
name he called her Violet and then he came to knoe his GOD again this time in 
person he has his TICKET in his hand but what is left is NOT man just another 
NUMBER on the list just another burial to be placed he had his TICKET in his 
hand a violet flower he is now a man at rest. 

Jesus Freak Homeless 

Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2007