Best Barbara Gorelick Poems
Below are the all-time best Barbara Gorelick poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members
President Barack Obama
Credited for getting Osama
Now along comes Isis
"Lord help me, another crisis!"
path - 12/1
Young and pretty, living a normal life
Suddenly her world would never be the same
Her lovely boy born with special needs
Her daily life now the toughest of games
She carries on with her head held high
Having a career, still being his mother
Constantly dealing with medical issues
Yet she would not change him for another
Nurses and doctors fill her daily life
Fighting for the services that he needs
Never one complaint does she voice
Knowing not where his path will lead
A special soul; accepting the hand dealt
My admiration for this woman so deeply felt…..
I am privileged to be one of his nurses...I have never seen a stronger
more dedicated mother..
Winter cloaked in the whitest lace
Spreads its folds across the land
Transforming the earth's tired face
In beauty she makes her quiet stand
For those who weep for summer lost
And long for days of idle breath
Those days come at winter's cost
She sings the songs of living death
For naught we argue with the wind
And rail at ice that will not weep
Hoping these days will soon rescind
And her buried promises keep
Winter dances with solemn grace
Dressed in her white gown of lace
Barren branches waiting
So proud of their naked silhouettes
The clouds sit on your head
Heavy with tomorrow's promises
A virgin velvet gown
Worn with the confidence of ages
Crystal morning dew drops
Transforming the harsh to heavenly
Barbara Gorelick 10/28/14
Some Form Of Crystalline contest
Wanting to leave a small footprint when I die
I often ask myself that age old question "why?"
When the mask I wore is stripped away at last
Will I be just a pebble dropped in seas so vast
Might I scribble in the dust some sign that I was here
A word or phrase that might bring a smile or tear
Now that the days are marching toward December
When there is not but words, will anyone remember
A simple poet's cry; the chapter closed and done
I am one speck in the vast sands of the earth
One voice, one heart, one tongue that speaks
One cry in the wilderness.....
I am many things to many people..
I am daughter, sister, mother and friend
Lover and supplicant ...
I am all the faces of human kind
I am strong, weak, peaceful and angry
I am man at his best and worst..
I am few in numbers if truth be told
I am a vessel from which words are poured
I am a poet......
He lived in a small place down by the river
Raised a few chickens and a garden to tend
Neat and clean but we knew he had little
But to us children he was a dear friend
Always ready to come play our silly games
Or happy to listen to our childish tales of woe
He knew when and where the fish were biting
His wonderful tall tales he was glad to bestow
He rode into town on his old cow names Irene
She didn’t seem to mind at times being a horse
If it rained he carried a big black umbrella
It was a sight to see, we loved it of course
You can imagine , our parents thought him odd
And I guess he was if the whole truth be told
But he was a special part of out young lives
We wouldn’t have traded him for a bucket of gold…
Believe it or not, this is a true story..
Barbara Gorelick- Sketch a Character contest
My window sill is laden with little stones
Of no particular color, shape or size
Given to me as if they were diamonds
By his little hand, my own special prize
Each one had its small story to tell
A recital of just when and where it was found
Washed and polished with loving care
Oh the stories, they went round and round
Small things make up the embroidery of life
The joys that carry us through our days
Like a collage of colored stones on the sill
A small thing, precious in its own way….
For Anthony's contest....
Underneath the exterior
Gardenias bloom unannounced
Lamenting that no one lifts the veil
Yearning to be seen...
Like shining jewels tossed into the air
Each note rings out with brilliant voice
Gifted fingers flying on ivory wings
This magic that makes my heart rejoice
Music that rocks me on gentle waves
Or ride where raging fires have been
Coloring the prisms that are my tears
The piano- evoking emotions from within
For Kristin's contest - "Soul Tunes"