Best Curtal Sonnet Poems
The weight of old age increases with time,
dragging spirits down a depressive hole.
And taking pills, prescribed to ease your pain,
the last years are anything but sublime.
You question if believing in a soul,
is vain.
You squirrel away cash you'll never spend
just in case hard times should show up again.
But you pray you'll never need that bankroll,
choosing to believe God’s will, in the end,
will reign.
(Curtal Sonnet)
6/27/2021
The voyage long, begun at dawn, and then
the winged beast of metal rolls wheels to ground,
loved ones, inside and out, bear only grins,
and recount old tales of "remember whens?"
The hours of waiting fast recede, unwound,
as passengers embrace their long lost kin,
they grab their bags, head toward waiting cars
with hope and faith, forget the "might have beens."
"Worth the wait?" said Gram, Gramp smiles without a sound.
His son beams at 'the wife' and passes round cigars.
The world is right and bright again.
OGE
Crushed dreams exploded friendships eroded,
stubbornness, selfishness and ego interceded,
expectations of true friendships forever eroded.
Mystique, curiosity gives the urge to peek,
but critiques week after week , send a message
there's a mean streak.
Always like a kid wanting to be applauded,or a
confused adult needing to be lauded, friendly at
times, ugly at others .
Yoyo idiosyncrasies
flexing like Jekyll and Hyde, a crazy pretender,
never had a nurturer, stuck in mixed moods
one that love and friendships eludes
In my eyes a canopy of sunshine,
melancholy days can make it glisten;
Above the darkness crazy as it sounds,
the choice to be buoyant is always mine;
Even when I feel I need permission,
do not imprison yourself with no grounds;
Let every ounce of that self doubt dissolve
put negative thoughts into submission;
A serotonin type high knows no bounds,
with a smile on my heart I rise above
the clouds.
(Valentine's Collection)
50.
I drown within your most beautiful eyes,
through wonderful visions of precious love.
What visions I shall come to visualised,
come my beloved to Heaven above.
Sapphire eyes do become my paradise,
I now join your dreams, my beautiful dove.
I now swim within your lagoons of blue,
entranced by the blue sheen shining love-light,
Ever I see the glory that is you.
I lose myself in your eyes shining bright,
you are my delight.
10/02/2019.
One day there walked into the little store
which at the age of sixteen I worked at
a gorgeous boy. I must have dropped my jaw!
Like a Prince Charming – someone to adore -
was that wonderful dark-eyed young man that
I saw!
I pinched myself because it seemed unreal
that he saw me (this boy who had no flaw)
and wanted very much with me to chat.
I think of him today and still I feel
in awe!
Oct. 30, 2020 for Sara Kendrick's 'The Speaker' Poetry Contest
The shower out there fully clothed in snow,
An a.m. stays, so will I remember —
A kiss let go in cold air, heaven white —
The very look of you through aspen boughs,
How midnight blew while icicles scattered —
Our first hours quiet under snow's brief time,
There melting in snow, our bodies, thinning,
Us giving in our heat into Winter —
I shook myself on brass; yourself was mine.
We've made baby snow angels imprinting —
Early morning chimes.
A snatch of sound is carried by the wind,
a delicate and solitary note.
There at the end, the pitch just slightly bends;
it rises for an instance as it floats.
So lovely, it is over far too soon -
and then, a second, similar delight!
The chorus brings a lump within the throat.
Then, there! Two darkened shadows block the moon,
seen rising from the lake in tandem flight:
a pair of loons.
Comes the inevitable moment to decide at last
Whether to stay or go; whether to love or hate
Whether to stand aside or bravely engage issues
To defy the odds and stand proud before the mast
To be late or early, to depend on timorous fate
Heart ripped asunder over questionable virtues.
Yea, lest anyone think fence-sitting is admirable
Or ignoring the necessities of every day’s wishes
The day arrives when we all must compensate
Stop the handwringing and become comfortable
By manning up to what life dishes.
written the week of June 20, 2021
Dreams and Reality
I met her in the Book-Fair, three days the fair lasted
And she was spotted on all days, browsing and buying my books
Eyeing me without talking; I could read her mind in her looks
As the tip of her lip touched my book cover image. The posted
Message on the wall of my heart conveyed her dreams and fixed
Them across my mind. So, I took the first step and blasted her diffidence
With a gentle smile, getting a charming smile with a girlish confidence.
That’s it; with ignited throbs we spent days; she then asked, ”What next?”
“A Long Poem in the pipeline and a pulp fiction in printing,”
She seemed bewildered. And we finished the day without talking more.
The next day, she was more silent, and then asked in haste, “What more?”
“A Mock Epic for my taste and a Romantic fiction to make it trending.”
I talked about books and more books as she talked with her looks; mere looks!
And we parted there, like crooks; realizing- life is more than books and looks!
The autumn leaves, like a fiery blaze
Blows across the forest in the fall breeze
Leaves on the ground, the woods is like a maze.
Birds glide from tree to tree with ease,
Gathering sticks and leaves to build their nest
The rattle of the leaves and song of the birds,
Makes this forest the perfect place to rest.
The beauty of this place can hardly be put into words
As I wander through these woods, I can hear it call me.
There is something special about the creatures here,
All of them live side by side in harmony.
There are no predators or hunters for the animals to fear.
And as the curtain of night fell upon the woodlands
I went back home to the warm embrace of loving hands
Importance of Humility / Reward For Generosity
LK 14:7-14
He told a parable to those who had been invited, noticing how they were choosing the places of honor at the table.
"When you are invited by someone to a wedding banquet, do not recline at table in the place of honor.
A more distinguished guest than you may have been invited by him
The host who invited both of you may approach you and say, 'Give your place to this man,'
Then you would proceed with embarrassment to take the lowest place.
Rather, when you are invited, go and take the lowest place so that when the host comes to you he may say,
'My friend, move up to a higher position.'
Then you will enjoy the esteem of your companions at the table.
For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, But the one who humbles himself will be exalted.
" Then he said to the host who invited him
"When you hold a lunch or a dinner, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relatives or your wealthy neighbors, in case they may invite you back and you have repayment.
Rather, when you hold a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind;
Blessed indeed will you be because of their inability to repay you.
For you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous."
I reach for you..... With my eyes into the heavens
I reach for you.... With my hand to feel your peace
I reach for you. .. With a heavy heart then blessed with your love
I reach for you.... With all my fears never afraid when you envelope my spirit
I reach for you ...To guide my days in the warmth of the sun I partake in your love
I reach for you...With All My Soul. ..To Give Thanks. ..for Your Blessing
sitting in the shade of a palm tree
came here seeking for answers
from modern cities,I flee
to the bosom of my ancestors
up to the blue bed,rising my dusted eye
on the horizon to the west
to the shining sun where it lie
knights on horseback,rising dust
hunting for phantoms so thirsty
for life battles will last
want nothing less than victory
everything is passing by me so fast
sands tickling my face,whispering "hey"
wake up it is end of the day