88 Keys
Bass,middle, treble range.
Piano, favorite instrument.
Unique sound.
Array of strings abound.
Dust settles.
Million songs created.
88 keys.
Each sound is beautifully made.
Peddle travels volume.
A music maker.
230 strings.
Moon light, playing
Settle and soothing.
Heart resting.
Tears falling.
Songs moving.
Dressed in black.
Sounds from a piano are magical.
You can live your life believing all will end well
However, where we end up we can’t really foretell
Expectantly looking forward, to a time of warm peaceful bliss
But if continually knocked down, would golden really be like this
That so called period of the golden years
Sometimes easily drifts away in darkness and tears
Lovely ebony and ivory
Together in harmony
Packed in wood
Sounds so so good
But before melodies can be heard
There must be a pair that are unencumbered
Yes
A talented two
Definitely will do
Gifted fingers that are light and feathery
Swiftly across the keys, rendering a sweet
melody
Chopin and Tyner are gently on my mind
Beautifully tickling the keys, oh so sublime
Reuniting with old friends is always lots of fun,
Because it’s been years since we’ve seen each other.
Back at the ballpark again for baseball in the sun
Swapping stories about our new lives as mothers.
It’s hard to believe so many years have gone by,
Yet, we all still look the same…well, almost the same.
We should keep in touch, even if it’s just to say, “Hi,”
And meet once a year to see Mike and Pattie at the game.
Although we live in different parts of the country,
I’m glad we all made it to our little gathering.
This get together means so very much to me
And the fact you all call me your friend is flattering.
So, as the weekend begins to come to an end,
I want you to know that I’ve enjoyed it very much.
Reminiscing about the old days with my friends
Keeps me young at heart…and it’s that heart you’ve all touched.
I am looking for a book I left
on a train back in 88.
A book concerning explorations made
on the Metropolitan line
between Harrow-On-The-Hill and Croxley.
An odyssey
only reaching its destination today
as I now circle low
over the Jovian moon Calisto.
Close to her sad old face
I can see that she was
a good mother and an unfaithful wife.
Diana, Zeus clad in the form of Artemis
all three orbiting a scandalous history
disguised as pulp fiction.
Her womb is full of dead stars now
but she shines by the light of Jupiter himself.
As predicted in an overlong story
they still circle round the same
orbit of West London,
where a book I had almost finished
must always lay completely unread
as a tale planted by the very God's
that stirred my younger mind
to be a train reading rider
in the first place.
I drove my truck into town, 88 degrees, hot and humid
No A/C, I was stuck in traffic, with road work and tourists
My radio blared to get me through, turned many heads
The grocery store had many empty shelves and prices high!
Yes, a pound of American cheese 7.60, other things doubled
On my way home stuck in traffic again, with 88 degrees
Radio songs in the wind from open window got me through
Until I saw the mountain rise, around the corner in the distance
- And I thanked God, I was almost home -
Heidi Sands
8/27/21
Salvation is such a real longing
for those having real godly hope
holding onto God's precious promises
looking for comfort enabling to cope
Wineskin in the smoke that's what it feels
no matter what never forget the Lord
in His word do trust all of the day
whatever time it takes hold His chord
Endurance must be prolonged so
come Lord my persecutors show hate
judge them soon bring righteousness
to point them to heavens gate
Pitfalls await dug by my accusers
who deny your law full of lies
the Lord's word so packed in truth
help me please hear my cries
Feeling almost beat on this earth
but I won't neglect your word ever
your love is always true and sure
that makes me listen to God's flowing river
(This is my " Psalm 119 project" which I began to write a couple of years ago, so this is the eleventh poem of twenty-two poems I've written over that time to cover all of Psalm 119.)
summer of delight
friends in all the right places
taste of happiness
'Remember the Times.'
Moving like a 'Dance Machine'
Oh 'Pretty Young Thing'
Until the drought of '88
Euphonic sounds adorned his walls,
as he, his wife, and daughter ate
and laughter tripped through carefree halls.
His wife caressed the ivoried keys
until the drought of '88,
their daughter sang with youthful ease;
each day a gift to celebrate.
That baby grand now bears the weight
of dust and silenced dreams once dreamed.
Until the drought of '88,
how strange such silence would have seemed.
Alas, a drunk behind the wheel
cut short his life at 28.
Unsullied joy was ours to feel
until the drought of '88.
In fond memory of my cousin Brian, killed by a drunk driver.
I saw her walking out the door,
Eyes met as we took the lift,
Hands touched, when we hit the bar,
I asked her out, that was her gift.
Went for a drive by sea and shore,
We watched the tide, I sensed a shift.
She took me to her room and said:
“Before we start, my name is Ted!”
The moral of this tale is plain to see,
Where there’s a doubt, retreat hastily.
drifting
away
far
far away,
the mood
lingers long:
life
lived
moment
by moment...
a
precious
interlude...
...en
pause
inspired by youtube clip of Annie's theme
Dallas beckons yonder
Bright lights and cold beer
Cowboys always wander
To things that ain't here
Dallas collects money
From those who can't spare
Tragic becomes funny
Just from bein' there
Romance seldom follows
Trips to our Big D
Female rarely swallows
Lines from guys like me
Success follows tryin'
Mabel is her name
Confessed constant lyin'
Loves me just the same
2/16/18
For Joseph Mays' contest 88 Syllables
SPRINGTIME WINS
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Winter stalling, snowing,
hiding springtime deep!
Snowdrops stretching, growing,
waiting for a peep.
Fauna, flora ready.
Winter not caring!
Springtime holding, steady,.
awake preparing.
Thawing beckons springtime!.
Hark, the robin sings!
Warming, caring sunshine.
Yay! A bluebell rings!
Springtime hiding summer
up its fertile sleeve.
Wanton, summer thunder,
doth springtime perceive!
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2/11/18
88 Syllables - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Joseph May
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