Friends come and go, but some have passed me by
as swiftly as the sun that lights my days.
They wave goodbye; I give a little sigh.
It seems I barely had them in my gaze.
Sweet friends I knew from youth. Where have you gone?
My bonds with some of you I felt were strong.
But journeys that we each embarked upon
divided us, and now I write this song.
Its lyrics tell the longings of my heart -
to see and be again with each dear friend
who knew me when and shared a special part
which cannot be retrieved nor has an end,
for memories are shadows cast by sun
which haunt me even when my days are done.
By Andrea Dietrich
For Giorgio V's A favorite poem of yours! (Old/New) Contest
Voices choral, chimes of clay ring out
oh so merrily to a wintry sky
And earthen sounds once silent, still, now shout
in harmony and majesty, they cry.
A brightness sheers the air as metal sounds,
long cylinders of brass clink in the breeze
like childish laughter each fresh note abounds
a thankful note the past year to appease.
In churches, mosques and temples they sing
as clappers sound the tone around their rims
forged of metal, or blown in glass, they ring
resounding as the hours of this year dim.
Rejoice, rejoice a New Year has begun
Goodbye they toll and sing here comes the sun.
For anyone struggling in the holiday season!!
Although there's nothing much that I could add
to all the Christmas wishes ever made,
I'll wish for you that traffic won't be bad
the day you shop and that you may get paid
some kind of Christmas bonus for a change,
and when beneath the mistletoe you stand,
I hope you're not approached by someone strange,
but rather by a stranger who is grand!
And should you be so childish (I mean bold)
to ice skate on a lake or board the snow,
I pray for you that you don't catch a cold
or break a leg as down some hill you go.
My wishes, like my gifts, are kind of cheap;
May faith in them require no giant leap!
The bird’s house is capped with a snow drop.
The bird’s bath is a mushroom like form.
The branches all groan, snap, crackle, pop,
with the weight of the night’s snow so borne.
The cat’s on the rug near kitchen vent.
The furnace is pumping out more heat.
The tea kettle’s whistling with intent.
The old gal settles down with a sweet.
The car’s all shrouded, a sheet of white.
The trellis is a grand work of art.
Outdoors the benches all gleam with ice.
The new moon’s a rare, randy, upstart.
Darkness descends will a muffled whisper.
She sips tea and remembers who’s kissed her.
Mother’s Love (Sonnet)
Love begins at the time of conception
When a mother’s dear child grows in her womb.
Her life is changed to thoughts of protection.
Excitement and wonder of gender bloom.
This new little life will bring heightened joy.
A new baby is what dreams are made of.
It matters not if it’s a girl or boy,
Birth will bring happiness and so much love.
Teaching a sweet child as he or she grows
Is a most important tool used each day.
To teach how compassion and kindness flows,
As they emulate and do things our way.
A mother’s love, with every endeavor,
Is a gift to her children forever.
© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong
Happy Mother’s Day to every Mother and Step-Mother and Grand Mother and
G. Grand Mother. Happy Belated Mother's Day to those of you in countries
where you have already celebrated Mother's Day.
WHEN JUSTICE TOOK A HOLIDAY
Justice took a holiday today;
Peace fought back the tears.
The mourners came to knell and pray:
Guilt having choked the apathy of the years.
No eulogy can change the present or the past;
No commentary can ease the lingering pain.
What a mockery is made of “free at last”;
Only God has escaped the pointing blame.
Tomorrow will bring new tales to be told.
There’ll be no victory upon this cloudy scene;
Only memories of shades of gray of days of old:
Once again, humanity blinded to what was seen.
Yes, the more things change, the more they stay the same;
God forbid, we’re heirs to lives immune to festering shame.
So keep your eyes watching God while waiting for freedom to come;
The pursuit of happiness, life, liberty and justice, is still only for some.
But let us not whine and wallow in debilitating despair;
Let us not be like those who say they just don’t care;
With our audacious faith, there’s nothing we can’t bear.
So let us keep on keeping on with the last sweet breath that is left;
Let our cry be: “America! Give us liberty! We have given you our death!”
Arriving there, open door to floors bare
Moist was air, dwelling effusive with peace
The enigma of time began to cease
Oblivion to all but ocean, just stare
Simplicity for a few days; nowhere
To go, timeless, watch Gulls instead of Geese
Yesterday's ravenous problems release
Now live on sublime seaside oasis' air
Aster, Willow won't sway in zephyr this day
Only kaleidoscope color 'pon water shone
Exquisite view for me, myself, alone
This ecstasy delight not auspice by they
Lilac, Lily doesn't bloom, chrome rust away
Impervious bug repellent glistens in defiant stone
God with us
The soft warm shades of twinkle lights,
reflects, muted, from love worn orbs.
Serenity it does afford,
to all our weary souls and hearts.
Each decoration is a part,
to the testament of years rewards.
They glow richer, as love absorbs.
Sweet memories, they do impart.
Paper, glitter, from a child's hand.
Delicate hand blown glass Angels.
Beneath a star that rests above,
popcorn and cranberry garlands,
tiny hand painted, silver bells.
Thirty Five years of Christmas love.
For the contest: Holiday Hearth
Sponsored by Linda Marie
Here on display, one million twinkling lights
Brilliant designs with colors that delight
All for a holiday that’s met with heart
Giving is the key, sharing is the part
Bulbs that are used vary from year to year
Started with larger, bulky ones endeared
Now becoming many smaller ones shown
Lovely LED’s ignites the unknown
Beauty is the key word, collection’s bright
Covering all of my house that’s in sight
Top layer solid blue, the middle…red
The bottom is the Christmas green that’s said
Each color shown in their separate parts
Shines as one in the end, bright to impart
I gave up on you years ago
Felt love in my life had to go
Felt free and strong without care
Never needing wanting another there
Life has changed so much since then
Looking inside I take to pen
Wonder have I grown up yet
To include something more than a pet
Another February comes to be
Alone again hello, just me
Valentine's day it comes and goes
Will I again receive a rosé?
Will this be the year I'm ready to see
If someone can share their life with me?
Oh, how lonely might I be this sad year?
With no chocolates, love, or Valentine. . .
A Halloween at home, Christmas, no cheer,
Now February, with none to call mine !
So will I spend it sadly, bored, at home,
Writing, or reading, or browsing the 'net?
Spend a lovers holiday all alone-
Distracting myself, hoping to forget.
'Least without chocolate, I won't gain weight.
And the flowers would just wilt anyway!
And it cost money to go on ONE date,
So why do I care, it's only one day. .
'Cause Cupid shot not an arrow, but dart,
Oh, and I want to be someone's sweet heart!
The creatures that could fly, flew out this night
They brought forth their powers, with them their might
The black dragon is largest on the list
They are the strongest, waving their clawed fist
Next would have to be the fairies so trim
Wielding dark talents purely on a whim
The dark gargoyles fly around with great ease
Spreading the fear of death and dire disease
As sure as you think the darkness would win
An angel flies high, way up in heaven
She saves the Earth from all evil around
Drops down some angel dust right to the ground
And quick as a flash evil leaves this place
Angels left to sing the beauty of grace
Entrant into Gail Doyle's "Angel Dust" contest
For eons, as a spirit on this earth
I’ve dwelt; I still recall the autumn‘s cold
when I was human on this new year’s birth,
that “hallowed eve” when spirits would grow bold!
Our homes were unlit and uninviting
lest spirits might possess our souls that night.
We’d gather round the fire priests were lighting
and whooped like ghouls to give the ghosts a fright!
Through time, I‘ve seen such changes, and a drought!
I followed my descendants to the shore
of this America. Here kids go out
on their new “Halloween” from door to door.
My kin had wrongly feared the likes of me.
This night is mostly about the candy!
By Andrea Dietrich
For Russell Sivey's
Halloween Fun Contest
We wear the green, St. Patrick's Day,
In honor of the Irish Saint
Who chased all of the snakes away
And bade them not to come again.
An Irishman without complaint,
Will celebrate in pouring rain.
The shamrock pinned on colleen's dress
And found in every Irish home
Was plant St. Patrick used to bless
And explain the Holy Trinity.
On every path where he would roam
He walked in meek humility.
We wear the green St. Patrick's Day,
The shamrock pinned on colleen's dress.
The silver moon hides behind the grey clouds
Largely hidden, full of life, and quite proud
The werewolf howls great and mighty tonight
Brings fear to many, showing lots of fright
Lit pumpkins at the entrance brings warning
Where hollers are heard that are alarming
The pumpkins guard an old house, house of fear
Legends hold victims galore in its rear
Within the graveyard they’re held without bail
Their souls removed, their life was very frail
Turned into animated skeletons
They roam the cold cemetery commons
The light was quite dim, as the moon peeked through
In the dark night creatures will come for you
It's time to book a holiday
Where we'll go I cannot say
A beach resort, or bush retreat
Maybe a chalet cosy, sweet
Maybe somewhere across the seas
In Bali they tell me "life's a breeze"
Somewhere I haven't been before
Same, same, it can be a bore
Now I know, I have a plan
Perhaps I'll take a pin in hand
Stick it somewhere on a map
This could do the trick may haps
But I want to go somewhere
Just anywhere I just don't care
An inspiration left me,
Gone out of my sight,
Her I hardly ever see,
Be it day or night.
When we talk together,
We seldom ever say
How it is I've met her,
Each and every day.
When we walk together,
Out to the points end,
I know that when I'm with her,
I'll always have a friend.
So as we start into Thanksgiving,
Thanks to "that" which gives us living.
Within ashen sky, glistening falling flakes flow.
I hear them, whispering gently to and fro,
Not saying a word, they speak gently to me.
Telling me of beauty above, I’ll never see.
Each one a different wonder of life’s bliss,
Rendering, touching crystal clarity, not to miss,
Surrendering glory of nature, with snow,
Before my eyes, smothering green, glittering so
Lazily lying upon all, silvery frosty covers adrift,
Announcing another season, arriving now swift.
Now the sound of crunching, an allegory,
Kidnaping moment, amidst such glory,
Each day continuing, upon nightfall glisten,
True sensations, winters blanket disposition.
written by Cecil Hickman
date written 11-19-12
December 18, 2012
Beautiful lies known as little white lies
yet one is no more deceptive than each
The truth is what makes it afraid of light
It's important we practice what we preach
Imagination built on lies destroy
Imagination built on truth create
Conquering evil we try to avoid
Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate
Perceptions and images make it real
Origins of Pagan rituals true
We've wandered down this path for a bum deal
Now more lies are created all brand new
The mask behind a beautiful white lie
is the truth with a constant shield, but why?
Atlanta 1997, my first visit to America I recall
I went with a friend called joyous Jessica
With no real intention of “dressing up” at all
But to see and know what Halloween is after all.
There came a beautiful girl Iris and asked me
If I wanted my face to be painted for Halloween play.
Nodding I consented, I don’t know why till today
She painted my face as nothing in particular to see.
Ah, the experience of looking into her eyes blue
Touching her alluring body almost to the full
And she touched my heart while she painted
It was the beginning of relationship wonderful
What a sweetheart! What a heavy Halloween fool!
Wherever you’re, Iris, with love I’m still painted.
Heavy meaning wonderful
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fifth Place win in:
Contest: Holiday hearth by Linda-Marie, the sweetheart of the PS
I was shaken, my jingle bells taken, ornaments on a runaway corporate sleigh
It had nitrous oxide, investors selling so high, stuffing stockings with my pay
There were elves with cleavage, garters and high heels, twirling on candy canes
And then there was Santa, 10,000 I fathom, having a Bud and watching the game
Oh what have I done, my mistletoe belt buckle undone, clutching a coupon in pain
From my confusion arose, a few sticky ho ho’s, caroling Christmas has come again
Frozen my chatter, this rooftop never fatter, held hostage by a holiday of cheer
Building superstores for a thrill, reindeer on the grill, our 24 hour savior is here
I threw open the door, red tagged a commercial whore, a price check I was needing
Not to my surprise, this place had supersize fries, and just a hint of insider breeding
Cross-eyed speaking, restroom reeking, why the see-through thong with the GPS
Kamikaze carts diving, my crippled heels crying, damn you people for having sex
Bruised and battered, a world raptured, by a fat man with a bulging sack
Barbies with inflatable boobies, Hentai movies, Christ please hurry back
The room looks over and starts to chuckle.
An oddly beautiful stream of cider
Erupting from the nose of my uncle.
Kids waiting for a Christmas night rider,
All hoping to finally see Saint Nick.
Aunty Mary stands up and starts to twirl,
Nigh knocking over a lamp, she stops quick,
And she instead flattens the nearest girl.
Family running to see if she is fine,
We end up running into each other.
Dinner’s done, I head for the starting line,
And I’m elbowed in the face by brother.
It wouldn’t be family, well I assume,
Lack a trip to the emergency room.
A Soilders Sacrifice
Freedom for our country does not come for free
Each individual soilder gave his all for you and me
Leaving all behind, not knowing if our soilder would come home
Many family members sitting by the phones
Some soilders came back and his eyes wonder in space
We want to embrace them and the memories erase
God bless the soilders that did not return
The whole nation with your families forever mourns
The sacrifices that were made, soilders have to be tough
Our nation could never thank you enough
The soilder will always be a soilder within
Would not even think twice about it, would serve again
Yes, freedom for our country does not come for free
Each individual soilder gave his all for you and me
Fourth Of July poem
June 22, 2012
Outside his home a Geek finds a surprise
Three lit pumpkins desiring compromise
They wanted people to know their power
He soon found them giving him a shower
The evil resonates from deep inside
Each Jack-O-Lantern shows off its great pride
Fear that one experiences from each
A fresh heart is just what they do beseech
The Geek not knowing his untimely fate
Approached the pumpkins which he fears of late
Pumpkins swelled and grew absorbing his soul
He fell, leaving his mark right on the knoll
Halloween is not what it used to be
When children walked around getting candy
Entrant into Cyndi MacMillan's "TIMELESS YET CONTEMPORARY, A SONNET THANG" contest
Once copious, my heart, like trees lie bare.
Beneath dark skies are bursts of white despair
as winter chill takes toil down fallow road.
I can't remember warmth of times bestowed.
Take what you will from winter's stormy thrill,
but I shall hibernate in summer still.
Flamed tea nor fireplace can warm me not.
Not even spring can thaw this frigid spot.
Within this crypt, ‘neath gelid canopy,
on frozen bed, death lays and waits for me.
Slow beating pulse to hold this dormant state,
for it's my heart the frost did desecrate.
If set afire, still, I'll shiver through.
Not even flames will melt my heart like you.
Night is suffocating with lots of fear
Scenes of boogiemen and vampires quite near
A haunted house sits on top of a hill
Where spiders scatter about on the sill
A single light is lit in upstairs room
Looking frightful as if to spell some doom
Lightning flashes to reveal a graveyard
Where the dead lives again in his backyard
The pathway up to the dark front entrance
Is littered with Jack-O-Lanterns that dance
There are snakes that wait for one to walk by
So they can strike at him, cause him to die
The whole land smells of great fear and of fright
Bad place to visit on Halloween night
Dear holy child, I celebrate your birth,
and wonder at the bright and shining star,
that leads to all the joy and peace on earth
we all look for, and it is where you are.
Yes I will light a candle in your name
on Christmas morning, when I'm all alone,
and say a prayer into the burning flame
to thank you for the gift too few have known.
You are my bright and shining star, you know,
throughout my life, in everything I do,
The gift of love is all I have,and so,
I wrap my love in candlelight for you,
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa
Pitter Patter on my wall, who is it
I hear call.
In my room I sit alone
but I hear you send me a
Are you telling me a tale
of all who has stayed here alone
Oh my friendly titter tatter,
won't you tell me what is a
Are you lonesome too? or is it
just a ghostly boo.
Asking me to notice you.
A tradition in our house on New Year’s Day each year
Black eyed peas on your dinner plate will appear
A dish guaranteed to bring you good luck
If you want it all year you better eat them all up
I am not a fan of those black eyed peas
So smother them in onions and ketchup, if you would please
Doctored up this way I will consume the whole bowl
For the good luck that they bring has made me a fortunate soul
So, once a year I will eat those nasty legumes
And if I really am lucky …
… next New Year’s Day will not get here too soon
For the "Traditions" contest