Exquisite, this expectation as dusk
mellows each ruffle on her robe de style*,
warm her expressions, candid, unrushed
for lake waters return that sunny smile.
A hem trails the shore with tulles of twilight,
overcome, the hush of angels almost cries
at grace in upsweeps and poise held as night
steals her away with a sorrowed sigh.
Dark this vista til she yields her jewels,
moonstone and topaz, citrine and ruby,
all her wisdom to forever unfurl
in fireworks, a blaze of poetry.
Love left its mark, Heaven is now altered
by a flourish that brightens even the stars.
*** We will miss you, Linda Marie, but your poetry, light, love of life, will continue to live on... GODSPEED....
* A Robe de style is a long gown with a wide, billowing skirt
I’m fortunate in that there have not been
too many I held dear who passed away.
I knew folks from my youth already grey
back then, including some who were my kin,
who all moved on -good women and good men -
as well as kids I’d known back in the day
who died too young, and to the world’s dismay,
bright stars have died that we’ll not see again!
But I had no connection very strong
to any of those souls except for one,
whose destiny was an untimely death.
How sweet and wise my brother was! I long
to be with him again. I know he’s won
his rest, where he now draws eternal breath.
Written 10/27/13 by Andrea Dietrich
for the Eternal Breath Contest of Gail Angel Doyle
(A tribute poem to Connecticut Shooting victims)
Whilst time is not in our hands to bear
Whispering hushed sound, steals someone’s life
A lithe gunman brandishing gun to err
If only I hold time, I’ll stop the strife
The ephemeral laughter of childhood
Bequeath memories to posterity
Be an advocate for gun ban, I would
Parents felt like dry leaf in an eddy
I speak of my thoughts, hopes, and prayers
A glimpse of dulcet smile one last chance
Felicity in heaven cloaked the fears
For these children once have a dalliance
One by one, far and near, gunshot broke out
In silence, their presence you can’t live without
Posted also in Voicesnet.com (Jan. 2, 2013)
right and wrong are no longer clear as bell
the truth at times can be worse than a lie
God is in Heaven and Devil in Hell
all the truths we seek may be in the sky
here on the Earth there is more confusion
wars being fought as the poor being ignored
doesn’t matter Muslim Buddhist Christian
we all have a desire to move upward
it’s our hate and ignorance that hurt us
similarities not differences
we need open dialogue without fuss
we all need to unite without fences
let’s do like Lennon’s song Give Peace a Chance
then we all can enjoy French fries in France
love is a wonderland.
which gives us the feel of both heaven and hell.
heaven appears when you say"i love you".
heaven appears when you "love me a lot".
heaven appears when you "hug and kiss me".
hell appears when you"fight with me".
hell appears when you"leave me lonely".
hell appears when you "hurt me".
in a second hell will change into heaven when you are near me.
hell will disappear in a second with tears on the eyes.
that tears is the way which takes us to heaven.
heaven appears in the heart and it comes out with a smile in lips.
that smile is the lighting which brings brightness in two members life.
love and choose a life partner. let a lovely life.....
God never turns his back on you,
Even during your darkest hour,
When things may get the toughest in life,
Which make you question,
Whether He really exsist ot not,
But He has never left your side,
And He watches over you always,
During your good times and bad,
For you need to believe in Christ,
To see the light of the gates of heaven,
Which will brighten your everyday,
For you will feel his presence in your life,
Cause He is there to guide you,
All along your way...
Does my beloved soul mate still see me
When he glances down from heaven above
On our blue orb can he find a girl so wee
A young lass who hung on his every word
Can our future reunion he foresee
If I cry out his name, will I be heard
Our Earthly time, albeit far too short
Has carried me decades beyond his death
Will he still be my most chosen escort
In heaven’s grand dance floor where angels sing
As time passes, I still count every breath
Does he know I still wear his wedding ring
Can he hear my laughter and share my glee
Knowing he above others I preferred
Written March 23, 2014 for Craig’s contest
Which is better? To love or not to love
(a woman)? To love--and love well--is good
so long they who love love without falsehood
and count the other as their heart's pet dove.
To befriend (her) is better; never shove
a lady-friend into a lover, should
her virtuous friendship and womanhood
belie an injury that rob her love.
However, to love God is best. Not I,
but the claims of this life--O Destiny!--
make it so that men like us must decry
love, and sin, for a life of poverty.
Although, if God wills it, love will find me
in heaven's field,--in heaven's golden lea!
I can't continuously catch this connection
coroscating so cordially as a cure...
Captivating my cranium contemporaneously
contaminating collation of common sense.
I can't think...
And our growing link
makes my heart sink
with your every wink!
Are you reality?
I reach right past self-denial's ruse of
what's real with no rest reeking of regicide
fearing a relapse regarding regression.
Recklessly running rampart racing
to our heart's reunion.
Your soul saying "Speak sonnets of Sensuality".
So sexy yet sensibly sweet...
Seeking to be shown your sentiments.
You're the destination of heaven above.
And I... am in love!
By: Soul's Floetry
A relief from stress, such a sweet paradise
A deafening crash then a blinding light
Poor boy, your fate is sealed like loaded dice.
Due to beastly luck this child I must smite.
Perhaps he'll go where I have yet to behold;
This kind, bereaved, extinguished progeny.
Ill-fated boy, please reach those gates of gold.
Oh, child! Why walk the streets of Germany?
Fully at rest for all eternity,
All I can do is hope forever that
Maybe the last thing you saw wasn't me.
My last image? Your torn figure laid flat.