People make me smile the way
their eyes shine when they talk
about something they love
when they feed me food. Or tell
me how much they love me
when I look into someone's
eyes and see it I see that look
in their eyes I see love in them
When I see someone laugh and
have fun in what they do
The way they cry for there lost
When they give me a smile and
tell me how beautiful I am
People are beautiful well some
are and I wish someday I can
find someone who will look at
me and say "you have that look
in your eye" what look?
I want to find someone so
beautiful in the inside I can't
stay away they amaze me with
what they say an do how they
will dance in the rain and know
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a
rainy day and just talk about
I want someone beautiful
Here it is...a beautiful story about us....
The theme of us has been
written about for ages.
Love missed us,
Shared but not shared,
We did our best
Different kinds of battles
But battles none the less.
Life taught us how
To survive and we have.
Our worlds were so much the same
You have always been in my heart,
That's simple to say.
Men can be so transparent
And I am not so different.
Early on I knew
I was a romantic,
An Actor and Singer.
But war changed that for me.
At fifteen I saw your beauty
That is what I've had in my heart
to this very moment.
This is so fun....
Your have seen so meny
Coastlines from yaughts
while I have driven through the jungles
and marches of Honduras
to see the same sunset.
You there with me...
Something like Hemingway
I am to you you've said to me..
I like the comparison.
Yep, that's me.
And I can cook too.
Baby, your life is the stuff
of million dollar movies.
The glamor of Hollywood,
The Red Carpet
Doesn't care about last
But you are a fighter.
Your Father taught you lessons
In his own way as did mine.
We share that.
We aren't from
different social worlds.
Our values are the same,
We complement each other
If you can get past my long hair.
I love you.
You have given to me
a most precious gift
these past few days
Think of me and smile
Our time was shortly spent
Think for just a while
Of all the things we meant………
To each other we were Love,
Laughter, Smiles and Joy
Think of all those things
Then think of us once more
Remember our first kiss
Remember our first time
Remember I was yours,
Remember you were mine
The things that we would say
The things we use to do
I heard you sing a song
I wrote a poem for you
Didn’t think we’d be together
Didn’t seek, but we did find
A precious hidden treasure
A love so true and kind
Now when the Angels come for me
My home now in the sky
Don’t hang your head in sorrow
For me don’t even cry
I will send a signal
And you will know the sign
The Sun will shine its brightest
The humming birds will sing
Midnight will be the darkest
Think of all those things
The wind will blow so gently
I’ll Whisper in your ear
You will smell the roses
And feel my presence near
For you have known my spirit
For you have only seen
The beam of light now shinning
A dream that came to be
So just in case you’re wondering
It’s not because I’m free
But that I caught you smiling
And I knew, you had thought of me.
I'd do anything
To gaze at a
Full moon in the sky
Studded with the stars
I'd do anything
For all the beautiful
Things in the world
Which make me
Smile and happy.
Even a rainbow, a butterfly.
But I know,
I'm with the Gods
Most beautiful and
My rose of dawn,
I love you babe.
Your company is soothing,
Calming and reassuring inside.
You are like the bubbles
Of the fountain I moisten.
Your enchanting smile
Makes an illusion.
An angelic presentation
In your appearance
Which captivate me,
Makes me more attentive.
Bit by bit
I begin to recognize you.
My princess, my angel
I carefully watch your
Billowing, beautiful creature
Like my poetry.
My love, the fantasy
I want to invent you.
A heart that cries more than me
in my pain.
Whose congenial and benign teachings
make me sane.
A warm touch that dispels from me
the gales of worry.
Whose proximity ensures me that I'm
protected by her under furry.
A helping hand that always hold me
whenever I'm about to lose.
& my first teacher who makes me to
distinguish between donts' and dos'.
A voice and nothing more, an Angel
who is entirely mine just after my birth.
And she is none other but 'My Mother',
The God on Earth.
Although to define her in words is
beyond my skill.
Nevertheless I can say that her pace in
my life, none can fill.
She is the one who needs not a single
word of me to understand.
In my devastation, she is always there
to provide effusively her hand.
In the weariness of my life, with her,
I may lose to be in link.
But she ever remembers me whenever I
breathe or my eyes blink.
I can say that in search of heaven,
I needn't to go anywhere.
I would like to put my head in my
mother's lap, as its only there..
"I Woke Up One Morning."
I woke up one morning as if from a dream,
I had lived from being a child, to an old age.
I was struck by anguish and fear until I realized
that this dream was my awakened past.
I walked this earth with steady feet,
Carrying my mind in my heart.
Surrounded by some who cared and
other's who couldn't.
I felt betrayed and in return I wounded myself.
Those marks are invisible, yet the pain is deeply
felt with inner scars.
Along my path, I met my mother, a passive soul!
kind, and generous, unable to express her perplexed mind.
I met my father! unsatisfied at who he was,
blowing blows of anger and frustration, into his world,
yet sensitive enough To overwhelm his children with
silence and authority, which he called love and protection
from a world he feared.
And under his wings was no such living.
I met my eldest brother, who's joy on this earth was
short lived! A soul refined with inner depth and struggle
to better himself and love unbounded by more love
to those he loved.
I met my little sister, who will represent a loving
child within a grown sensitive, and sensible feeling
woman Her inner space, glows in her outer beauty,
which remained young coming from the depth
of her feelings, and suffering, and re-suffering,
while creating from her own flesh her home.
We left our native home where we laughed,
and cried, growing, hoping to fulfill a dream
not yet dreamt.
Follows a life with pressure, discontent,
pain, submissiveness we walked, unconnected
with our partners, divided, never holding hands
along the path.
Four new lives, time, events, war, death, tears and smiles...
engulfed our existence, until all that we call freedom
brought an unaccomplished freedom
short lived, yet lived.
I met my younger brother he our enigma our flesh
and blood runs together in different fields.
Children and more children they are our treasures.
Their pains and joys reflect in our lives.
Yet, nothing can cut through the thread that holds
our lives together.
Young and old and growing will remain enduring,
with every breath we breath, away or close,
we hear each other's silences.
Awake at night we see a portrait of beauty, love,
courage, and endurance and colorful.
Awake with a warm feeling that I am
that multiplicity of them, I am not alone
as they live in me and from me as one.
Contest Old Poem You Are Proud Of. Nathan. A WIN (Honorable Mention)
Anna Redmond put her own death in the Irish Independent as a mischief - or maybe ‘a cry
for help’. She married into Mr. Webster’s hotel and worked there slave-like. Her beautiful
young face, her red hair streaming, cheekily curling, her laughter eyes sad - her husband,
boyishly drinking all the profits. They said she suffered from her nerves! They said no
wonder Tommy drank the way he did! They always referred to her as she – she was a bit
wild, she didn’t fit in, he could have done better for himself – no wonder he hit her. Her red
hair dulled in a mental hospital. Anna Redmond, full of promise, beautiful and lively had her
youthful exuberance quelled by life’s circumstances.
Slowly dancing in the wind, swaying as to music
Rocking like a ship at sea to the whims of air and water
Her face shone bright with the tears of heaven
By consorts of every shape and hue, this elegant lady stood
White on white, her gown shown among those dressed in like manner
Looking upward, she opened to the rising sun
~Christopher Thor Britt
Poem about beautiful sunsets and the journey of life.
Spent all day walking on the beautiful powdery white beach. Picking
up oceans treasures, scallop shells calico in colors rich and diverse,
conch, coral, cockel, Sand dollar, sea biscuit, lightning welk, snell shells
of every kind. Ocean breakers emerald crashing and rumbling up onto
the porcelain beach. Wade out let it splash all over me so cooling and
refreshing along with ocean breeze. Splash on the face I lick it off,
exquisitely salty. sand Pipers skiddering along, Pelicans and sea gulls
in the indigo sky catching my eye. Such beautiful things my spirit uplifted.
Sun now kissing the ocean in an explosion of colors. I sit down
to take it all in. Orange, scarlet, green, violet, purple, amber,
gold, emerald, jasper, amathyst, amber, alibaster and every
hue inbetween. A glorious feastfor the eye and mind
to put at ease. Dark now as the golden moon
takes it's Majasties place. What a simply wonderful day.
Giving sigh it's over I could do this forever. Time to go back to my home
in Arkansas. We have beautiful sunsets there as well. Beautiful mountains,
streams, forests, springs, caves, clear lakes await for me to revisit.
The air is clean with a fragrant scent, purple, yellow, orange, lavender,
azure, indigo, cardinal, porcalin, pink and more colors than I can
describe wild flowers frow. Clear blue rivers rush with white roaring
rapids to float, forests of emerald abundant to explore. Mountains
treacherous to scale, Hot springs to sooth and heal both body and
spirit. Diamonds to find, red, champagne, blue, sparkling enchanting
exquisite. Crystals bound in the mines near the healing hot springs,
amythest, garnets, water crystals, rubies and jasper in georgeous
colors crafted into rings, bracelets, pendants, watch bands and so
many more elegant things. I may never get to return to the beloved
beaches again in my life, but I still have all these wonderous things
in My Natural Arkansas. However if I am fortunate enough to return to
the glorious oceans and beaches, I will once again enjoy the treasures,
pleasures, sunsets to behold so bold and vibrant, more wonderful
memories if it comes to pass. one never knows for certain what lays
ahead down lifes path so onward we go and enjoy each blessing
that the Lord has prepared to us to see. Hopefully we will learn on
this journey to love, care for and share with each other.
The Godliness of Adoption is...
Or is it not?
…A beautiful spring sprig floret of rose. A rose brought home from our humanity's colorful garden of trust? Yet, was it not all that long ago when the cut of each stem entrusted to its own gardener's worthy and caring hands?
Hands, now too soon stripped and emptied.
Hands that were easily led astray by the coersions of now self-appointed zealots.
They, with hands marked with ever stained bloody thorn pricked fingers, which now present each torn stem of rose on heaven-like sent pedestals; until met is a king's ransom; these thirty pieces of silver, the ask of many an angelic broker.
Or is it not?
...An act next to Godliness when these angels of guise are loosed to search in the mist of this motherland?
They, the finders of our pink and blue hued overflow spillage of souls.
This is nature of guised humanity. Delicately does it assist society in the dredge of waiting collection ponds, pools of tears that gleamingly mirror you and I; and from where our memory should fill with sounds. The siren-like cries of which, now link with our distantly lost... ...or coldly disengage of our not of want…
Or is it not?
...The beautiful water lilys of pond? Those that so serenely float above a never skimming conscience that is this God-fearing nation; a polarized complacency so sweetly lost amidst its own mesmerizing shimmer, and without inkling of shame, all innocence of eyes fail to see through transparency by such weakly given puruse. A view that cannot pierce the murkily veiled mire that hides just below its own watery reflection...
...And where underneath trails this triad’s tangled web that will soon unravel in route to tie with each long waited conscience…
Adoption is it or is it not our "Humanities with Consequence"?