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Hidden Treasures of the Humble Poet
This is to a gentle poet
Who spends time as if in hiding
Humble and kind, not needing praise
Writing only for the love of writing
The things you’ve written are treasures
But their beauty is hidden away
Overshadowed by people in the spotlight
Who receive attention every day
But you… you’re the sound of silence
Like wings of a bird in flight
The flicker of light in a distant storm
The twinkling of stars at night
You are beauty which goes unnoticed
Like the first cup of coffee’s steam
The sun setting in the evening
Dew on the grass in the morning
You’re the warm glow of subtlety
Lavender blowing in the breeze
Fresh air after a rainy day
Salt in the air near the seas
Thank you for showing your beauty
Not only in your lovely poems
But also in your true character
In the humility you have shown
I hope one day you’ll be noticed
Get the praise you have been deprived
But for now, be safe in the shadows
Soon enough, your day will arrive
3/16/2013
This is dedicated to all of the deserving poets who may never have a tribute written for them. I can think of several off the top of my head whom I'd love to write a tribute for... because of their humility, compassion, and kindness, evident through their poetry as well as their comments on poems and/or blogs.
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Whiteness
Winter frost on willow trees
Weeping tears of snow.
Halos 'round the opal moon,
Hopeful, humble glow.
Ivory keys collecting dust,
Itching to be played.
Tresses bleached by age and time,
Thinning as they fade.
Empty pages bound in cloth,
Ernest for a word.
Naked rows of birches -
Noble and absurd.
Endless skies of cotton clouds
Eager to unfurl.
Strings of sparkling diamonds,
Strands of subtle pearls.
Shovel, shiver - still, it falls:
Snow subdues the world.
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Goodbye, My Child
Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs
Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found
Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling
Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found
To where the ridges merry make
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers
Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found
Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong
Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found
For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found
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Poet
Poet—Your words,
Like garments of
Gold and silver thread,
Shimmering in sunlight
Or bathed by moonlit glow,
When shed—
Leave me breathless,
Caught up in their naked truth
And timeless flow—
And I become aware
Of nothing else.
© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong
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In Celebration of REAL Men
The strength of a man is not determined
By his muscles or his brawn
It is determined by his strength
To admit when he is wrong
The wisdom of a man
Is not determined by myriad facts
It is determined by the way
That wisdom is seen in his acts
The integrity of a man
Is not determined by his claim
It is determined by the reputation
That follows around his name
The love of a man
Is not determined by mere time
It is determined by each moment
That he makes you feel sublime
The sexual prowess of a man
Is not related to his size
It’s how he satisfies your needs
And what you see there in his eyes
The chivalry of a man
Is not determined by his manhood
It is determined by how he nurtures
You to revel in womanhood
The passion of a man
Is not his need to self-gratify
It is determined by how often
He makes the effort to satisfy
The wealth of a man
Is not seen in monetary things
But by those things that are free
That to your life he brings
The age of a man
Is not seen in the age life deals
But by the strength of his heart
And how young he makes you feel
The sweetness of a man
Is not determined by what he says
But it's determined by the fact
That you want him more each day
The humour of a man
Is not determined by a hurtful tease
It’s determined by how your laugh
When his words your heart please
A man is an awesome creation
That I’m determined to venerate
As Eve’s daughter much in love
This male wonder I celebrate.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
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A Tribute to The Highlander
His talent as a Bard explodes
From an exquisite mind it flows
Through an instrument of script
Flooding parchment reverberating
Through the psyche creating waves
Reaching the far ends of the universe
Words of truth deep sentiment flourish
Propelling legitimate personal emotions
Giving due praise to brave loyal and true
To God nature his love and fellow Bards and
The magnificent highlands he loves so well
Always uplifting inspiring and sharing
Accept this tribute from an amateur a friend
With gratitude for reading commenting for
Being just who you are, The Highlander
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To a rose
Ah, sweet bonny flower face
That sits outside my door
Nodding in the eve time
Waking gently in the morn
Nothing so pretty as your pink-tipped petals
Nor as fragrant as you, my rose
Your very existence is poetry
Sprung up in a garden of prose
Ah, but my lacy lillies
Sigh enviously at your grace
And all my quiet pansies
Wish silently for your face
But only you are the queen of flowers
Beautiful now and forever more
You, sweet bonny flower face
Who sits outside my door.
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In High Streets (A tribute to Homeless and Outcasts)
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Ladies in fox's fur
Versace,Coco Chanel
an empty hand begs
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My Tribute To Steve Jobs
Steve died
I cried
I weep
Can't sleep
I phone
Cry,mourn
I pad
Note sad
I pod
Hymn God
I touch
No glitch
I mac
Whiz pack
Icloud
Wowed.
written by yasmin khan
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Harmony Through Love
We haven’t been formally acquainted
Though your words now travel in me
A picture of harmony you’ve painted
Love truest, in the very highest degree
Trouble in the midst, but don’t stress
Look into the windows of the soul
Therein you’ll find your happiness
Where two parts become a whole
Partake of this newfound pleasure
Two rivers now flowing into one
The joy contained has no measure
Warmth radiating like rays of sun
On this road of destiny or now call it fate
To encounter true love, it’s never too late
Based on In Deepened Harmony by Nette Onclaud
I do not know you, but your friends desire you back. You must truly be a light and inspiration to them.
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