My shallow waters have failed to hide
the deeper agony pulsating inside.
I could forgive your lies but not forget.
Do you have remorse, do you feel regret?
Feelings were buried in a shallow grave
as we failed to mend the love God gave.
You failed to speak and I failed to listen,
Fingers are pale where golden bands once glistened.
Broken hearts called to each other refusing to bend.
Not so long ago, I called you my best friend.
Now, I'm left to grieve my failed marriage.
The love we shared, your words disparaged.
I could forgive your lies but not forget.
Where is your remorse or display of regret?
I can no longer burden myself with this shame.
Standing tall, I have given my sorrow a name.
I struggled to save our once happy home,
but you chipped it away when you decided to roam.
So goodbye I shout to you and to failure!
Moving forward, your love is no longer my cure.
My life is becoming a new adventure,
and memories of your face are becoming a blur.
Yes, I could have forgiven your lies, tried to forget,
if your heart felt remorse or just a little regret.
* a work of fiction
For Nailed or Failed Contest (Black Eyed Susan)
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
Light of your promise on a scent of a forgetmenot
Colouring rainbows sparkle diamond end treasure of the century
As gold paints over darkness lifting a heart buried
from out of the desert fire burning light of destiny strikes
A heart flies blessed igniting sparks the fireworks
within flames your candlelight dances glorious
The most loving feelings to ever touch begin to explore
gifted unto man precious ore in your circle into the bones married
Will be our memories that reach into the skies and beyond true
we make looking back where one smile is a captured vision delight
Reliving our dream staring into the horizon through the mirror lenses
a brilliance held with you in the rising sun shipwrecked on paradise
As you part the dead sea bringing life into the deep waters gentle whispers
bathing within a goddesses temple adoring light filled beams
Steaming hot out of the mist cotton white clouds on wings
beholding within the liquid ocean of theses eyes chocolate melting
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
THE WIDOW'S DAY
He’d been dead for forty years
But she carried on each day
Got up at eight and dressed
Ate luncheon on a tray
No bride was kissed as well
No groom felt more complete
And one year was their gift
When Fate served them defeat
She should have followed him
But life grabbed her instead
Who is to say what’s better
The living or the dead
Each day as sun drew low
She tossed a glass of wine
Lolled on the white porch swing
And took a dip through time
His shadow found her then
She touched his rugged face
It emphasized the fact
No one would take his place
And though she craved wild nights--
Cold loneliness was cruel--
she lived her life alone
becoming no man's fool.
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012
I am fearful and full of dread,
As I lay here on our marriage bed,
We have had yet another fight,
And as yet it is our end of night.
He says he wants to show me he only cares,
But it is not love I feel as I lay there.
I say "No I am to sore and in pain."
He moves forward anyways as my tears fall down like rain.
I beg and plead and say "Please no more"
But that is not what for me he has in store.
I give up as my claims fall on deaf ears,
I just lay there in my pool of tears.
I know he knows what he is doing,
That this is not my choosing.
What once was an expression and an act of our love making,
Has now become something that he thinks is his right in just taking.
The days that I used to crave and hunger for his touch,
Have now turned to an act I must endure as such.
Even though he knows this is wrong and our fight has really has no end,
He believes that in this and this alone our love will transcend.
As he is holding me there on that bed,
Another world is where I go in my head.
He is my husband and I am his wife,
I can't believe this has become our life!
I lay there numb of spirit and mind,
Waiting and waiting for the end of time.
I think of all the ways that I can make him pay,
But in the end as usual I stay!!!
This is not the life I bargained for,
There in this life has to be more.
Why with this one man is it hard for me to walk away?
With any other man I would not stay!
Now the time has come that I can take no more,
Though the time has not come to settle the score.
He begs and pleads for me to stay,
He can't bare for our love to go away!
I still love him and I know that is sick,
But we cannot help who our hearts pick!
I can however leave him alone,
I won't write nor will I phone.
His days of cruel treatment and torture so vile,
Are long over, there will be no trial!
I have become judge, jury and executioner in this relationship!
You can bet there will no second trips!
Time to move on and to heal,
I cannot and will not give him an appeal.
A new life is what I am forever bound,
A new love is what I found.
He does not get all of me,
For now he is fine to let me be.
Will I ever be able to love again with all my heart?
Who knows, but now is the time to start.
Copyright © Kristy De La Keur Scoveille | Year Posted 2009
My message lies not in the sentence
If you learn to read between the lines
You will hear stories in my silence
My life is not about roses and wines
I look strong on the exterior
But I am weak on the interior
I may be smiling on the outside
But I am hurting on the inside
Copyright © John Pen | Year Posted 2014
I can’t help but wonder, about the blunder, of building a one room log cabin,
Where man and wife, lived a private life, ‘til kids became real, not imagined
With no partitions, or new additions, you’d think their sex life would run ashore.
But they both knew, how to make it through, by inventing a thing called the chore.
As each kid did sprout, pa had to go out, and think up a new job for the tot.
He soon realized, that for his farm’s size, there were more tots then jobs to be got.
And the matriarch, made the remark, that inside we plum ran out of space.
So they tried to rid, their house of kids, as fast as were made in the first place.
At last the last lad, made a nice lass glad, got married and had a grand party,
But pa had ma’s hind, right on his mind; they arrived at the party, tardy.
Well all went ok, until the sad day, when the old man’s life ran out of time.
And then poor ma, lost her chutzpah, plus the cabin exceeded its prime.
So ma did call, her last son Paul, asked if he knew what she should do then,
He said oh dear, I just moved here, and that we don’t even have a den.
But son relents, and acts the gent, there is space in one nook of our room.
If you feed cows, and all the sows, cause heck ma, I’ve got a new bride groom.
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2013
She said her husband’s looking fine
(I know she drank a lot of wine…)
For Andrea’s Itty Bitty contest
Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2014
A small romantic rain poem dedicated to hubby.
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
"Ohhhh Rain..Shower again!!!!! "
Showering in the rain,
Draining the pain!
Enflueraging the essence of arenicolous sand,
Feeling blessed porting on this beautiful greenary land! Trees were roaming
under fiercing winds,
Thanks nature for benevolently so kind!
Sip of sizzling coffee With Caramalized sugar,
Cheers hubby to accompany me my gelling agar!
Wanna capture this Driplets of aromatic water nearby lake,
So that I can make an icy snowflake!
That's amazing, "but ohhhh God, I wish my honey is here".
Wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013
Now the wedding had drawn to a close the ceremony past
We found ourselves together and thankfully alone at last
We packed our bibs and bobs into suitcases very quickly
Rushed straight out the door though I felt a little sickly
The shining taxi was waiting to whisk us away
Airport then plane our trip was finally underway
On the plane to his charms I was not immune
This was going to be our magical honeymoon
Coughing and spluttering in the hotel I did lay
Could not get out of bed each and every day
To cruise rugged fiords our plan said next
So out of my sick bed I raised perplexed
This is not what I was thinking to expect
Romance and passion seemed to disconnect
On a small ship along the rugged coast we then did sail
Reveling in the sweet air with every breath we inhaled
At last I thought my dream has finally come true
Our honeymoon would be joyous and not blue
At the Close of the day to the hotel we wandered
Through this night our love would not be squandered
It was wishful thinking we were soon to realize
The honeymoon room had a bed but only single size
This is not what we expected when we happily set out
Dreams of intimate passion is what we thought about
The journey continued at a sedate pace
The wonderful views put a smile on our face
Sadly food poisoning hit me I was constantly sick
Sat hours in the toilets, hubby didn't’t take the Mick
I can now look back at my honeymoon from hell
Twenty four years married we are doing quite well
Copyright © Shane Cooper | Year Posted 2015
It was their night they shone bright as they danced their sweet dance
Two lovers embraced in their world of romance.
They laughed and they cried as their eyes locked in stare
It was their world for this moment as if no one was there.
And their steps they so flawlessly glided in tune,
To a melody that touched everyone in that room.
Their passion brought envy to onlookers there,
Who secretly questioned their own love affair.
But as the night closed and came to an end
The lovers were blind to what lie round the bend.
The house and the cars and the jobs that went bad
The kids drove them crazy and their savings were drab.
So they fought to hold on to the things in their life,
That caused them so much of their pain and their strife.
They fought with each other like enemies do,
And dismissed in their life everything that was true.
So when sickness and hardships and troubles occurred,
Their vows to commit seemed truly absurd.
Their home and their kids would now take a backseat,
For their moral obligation they chose not to meet.
So I Ask …
What happened to that dance they danced so well?
With passion and truth everyone could tell.
What happened to their dance where they held so tight?
What happened to the wonder of their glorious night?
What happened to the words that charmed their ears?
With a passionate rhythm that brought them to tears.
What happened to those vows that poured from their heart?
The “I love you forever and till death do us part”.
For these aren’t just words we borrow for the day,
From another who tells us this is what we must say.
We say them cause it’s what we feel true in our heart,
It’s a God given blessing we commit from the start.
But these words are now lost as they fall on deaf ears,
Since the pain and the struggles they’ve created these years.
So the lesson here learned dear people of odd,
Is that love is so fragile but made strong with our God.
So stop fighting for power and money or need,
For all of this nonsense is only our greed.
Keep God in your life and he’ll walk you through,
When heartache and pain and losses ensue.
For why commit vows in the eyes of our God,
And not call on him when life gets too hard?
For the truth of our vows we are all meant to see,
is that marriage is not, made of two, but of three
If reading these words ring some truth in your heart,
Decide that today you will make a new start.
Go hug your spouse and say something kind
Don’t let the small stuff cloud up your mind.
We’re all just lost souls who are trying to cope
If not there for each other then where is the hope?
You see, the anger, the fight
that in us abide, Is only the insecure child inside.
So rise up above all this fear and this pain,
And see all the beauty that there is to gain.
By trusting in God and his will for you
Together forever he’ll see you both through.
For life is too short for our miserly ways
cheap on our love hence dreading our days.
He made us to love in all that we do
To wake up each morning and start us a new.
So pray for your spouse, ask God to be kind
To the person you prayed in the beginning to find.
They’re still the same person you loved from the start
But life and it’s troubles have hardened their heart.
You vowed that you’d love them in sickness and health
Now is your chance to show God what you felt.
So rise up my friend, don’t say that you’re through
For what if your loving God gave up on you?
Copyright © Bernard Colasurdo | Year Posted 2012
I look out at the white capped waves
Thinking of what my heart so craves.
To spend a day alone with you
That is what I most want to do!
To stroll along the boulevard,
Then dine on food most avant-garde
To picnic in an emerald glade
Sipping sparkling lemonade.
To sit and chat of love and life
Then asking you to be my wife.
What answer would you give to me
While I was still on bended knee?
Copyright © Shane Cooper | Year Posted 2015
Marriage – our commitment for LIFE as husband and wife
We organised and paid for our own wedding day
This meant we had control and could do it ‘our' way
We got married two years to the day from our very first date
Both of us were bubbling with excitement, we just couldn’t wait
My hair was perfect, make up and manicure too
I wanted to look absolutely beautiful for you
Dress was pretty peach, it wasn’t a formal wedding dress
I’m not one for fussy frills and flounces I must confess
You wore a charcoal coloured suit and looked so very smart
Our vows commit us forever – I love you with all my heart
After our registry office ceremony we had a lovely meal
A carvery for close family and friends, the venue was ideal
We held a huge party for 300 guests later on that night
Our wedding day was perfect everything turned our right
The wedding night was spent at a beautiful local hotel
On learning it was our wedding day they really did excel
They upgraded us free of charge to their honeymoon suite
With champagne and chocolates and fresh fruit to eat
Contest My Wedding Day
Sponsor Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
There have been times when I look at you and my heart starts to patter,
there are moments I've shared with you when you're all that matters.
Six years have passed since you've stolen my heart until it was free,
and sixty more to come with an eternity if you would kindly marry me.
Many may be skeptical knowing a woman proposed to the man,
well baby, we've already agreed, no one will ever understand.
Here is your sparkling white gold ring with a few accent diamonds,
please say yes to my proposal and we shall create our own island.
The passion we share is so delicate as your hand caresses my hair,
at times when we're alone I feel your warmth as you stare.
Please join me and let's create a family of love to remember,
you know I've always wanted to wed in late September.
I carry such deep faith in us knowing we will last a lifetime,
for it will always be just us, I am yours and you are mine.
So here is one yellow rose I give to you while on bent knee,
I'm awaiting patiently for your answer...will you kindly marry me?
Date Written: June 23, 2001
Date Posted: January 28, 2016
***This is a poem I read to my boyfriend (now husband) when I proposed to him at age 21. I don't have it written on paper anymore, but I watched my wedding video and found it. We've been happily married for almost 15 years now***
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016
They vowed to be together till death,
Oh, that day was such a holy gift!
Both freely gave their selves to each other;
And received the gift of one another,
Hearts full of dreams they sailed the rough seas;
Their love they knew would bring them still peace;
Strong winds blew, rains fell, and thunders struck
With their pure love they never got stuck;
The changing weather continued to unfold;
A western wind zephyr blew the couples cold;
They found themselves no longer intertwined;
And sprung from each, passions of their own mind;
They danced to different tunes and speckled inspiration;
It seemed to be a dance of good synchronization;
And when they danced to the same melody;
They found themselves not in good harmony;
For they have valued their song of individuality;
Much that they can no longer delight in their affinity;
Their passion for each other quietly waned;
Like a dead leaf silently blown by the wind;
They sat together in utter sadness;
And asked why and where they have gone amiss;
They looked into each other’s sad eyes -
Is it an ember emitting lights?
They whispered sincerely to the flickering glow;
Bright it became; and slowly it burned their deep woe,
They found their true gifts and gifted each other;
A warm encounter they thought was a bother;
The music of their bodies sang melodiously;
Without any word they expressed so delightfully;
“Forgive me”, as they exchanged glances
“Forgive me, too”, as they held their hands
Grateful lyrics of “thank you” echoes;
As they exchanged an impassioned kiss;
“Let us stay together and grow in love”
Reverberated as their hands tight-clasped;
This holy gift worth more than earth's gold -
God, they will never again withhold.
Copyright © hija de la luna | Year Posted 2015
Two become one
Blue and yellow combine to make the lovely colour green
It's neither blue nor yellow it's something distinctively in between
Can you say that green is not good because it's not blue?
Or, because it's not yellow it's really good for nothing too?
No, green is also beautiful it has it's rightful place too
being a wonderful blend between yellow and blue
When two become one, something new and distinct is created
One should not feel weak and useless or completely dominated
Two equal portions mixed together creates something new
as man and women blend together a marriage is created too
Like two colours blending together produces a new colour too
Two marriage mates when joined together become one not two
It's not like they lose themselves and their own unique personality
Each one contributes something special forming an original identity
Just like colours stay the same but change in the act of blending
Souls unite but something changes when it's qualities they're lending
One shares with the other their feelings and experiences in life too
Their lives they synchronize together with harmony they are infused
There is a mutual giving and receiving with a symbiotic benefit too
A sympathetic relationship, a symmetrical orchestration of just two
To some , the idea of two becoming one, is miraculous it may seem
By not relinquishing their autonomy they will not realize their dreams
Compromise and loving consideration for the other person is the key
To open the door to a new oneness of spirit, that of marital harmony
John Derek Hamilton
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016
A ship controlled by multiple captains, a home by an extra head
her presence makes it void of comfort with an unkempt bed.
Supposedly one family but the current of dividing lines is switched on
the liberty and freedom of every member, such fat arse sits upon.
A husband-son tussle as the wife and mother struggle on the beach
toiling and moiling with complications of hate for an attention within reach.
On love and trust, tension nurturing malice becomes the substituted language
unwilling to mix or blend like a combination of wine and cabbage.
Embraced loved-one from the other side who behaves like the devil’s colleague
monitoring eyes, sniffing nose, long hands and epileptic lips; that’s her league.
In every development, stands this strong opposing master
peace can’t stand b’cos the limbs of agitation runs faster.
Bringing the intrigues and adrenaline secreting drama of a telenovela live
to convert a wonderful paradise into a hub struggling to survive.
Every detail even ones passing through the holes of intimacy, she wants to know
little mistakes worth forgiving, her advice stimulates the wife to go.
The mercy of mama’s laps the man's head solely depend
forgetting his first priority of whom he should always defend.
Arguments run through the house fittings to give 24 hours of night
disappearance of this external commander once again restores the light.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
Our Love is sure, as sure can be sure.
Our love is pure, as pure can be pure.
Our love matures as we mature.
Our love endures as we endure.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014
My Wedding Day Is Special Because...
Sponsor: Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Sacred vows we swore, consecrating two blessed souls in matrimony
The anticipation before I held daddy's hand walking down the aisle,
he gave me a kiss on the cheek and wore a proud smile.
Along the shores of a harmonious island is where we became one,
holiness combined with true dedication, oh my, we were so young.
The smell of his sweet cologne brought me back to the old days,
My tender scent I carried rested gently on my bouquet.
I still remember our vows like yesterday we were on that alter,
we promised to be loyal and forgiving if ever we should falter.
Death may separate our fleshly bodies while here on earth,
but the connected souls we share would prove our days of worth.
We swore that good health would never be taken for granted,
by some chance we get sick, our comfort would never be abandoned.
We don't care about material wealth, more money more problems,
If by some chance we grow poor, our humble nature won't be forgotten.
We took an oath before our family, more importantly the Lord,
and all our dreams of starting a family would be our greatest reward.
Even if the skies turned grey and if our lives should meet obstacles,
the truth of passion would create a future where anything is possible.
Separate entities brought together by the good Lord's plan,
off into the endearing sunset we walked away, hand in hand.
Date Written: February 22, 2016
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016
The thing his wife regretted most:
Not putting poison on his toast.
For Susan’s Regret contest
Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2013
As to being a spouse,
it's for good, I suppose.
Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014
Our marriage is a promise from heaven above,
That we are bind with each other forever to love,
A promise not to give up when trials arrived,
A commitment into a journey,our goal to make it last.
For now we are both parents the pressure arise,
But the joy is more abundant for us to don't mind,
For our child is a gift, a treasure, an angel,
The reason that we have this most special bond.
Whenever we are weary and our faith is not enough,
We just prayed to God, to secure our hearts,
For we will keep our promise no mater how hard it seems,
We need to keep going, for our love to keep on surviving.
As we age, i can't guarantee I'll be lovable at all times,
For i know i have my shortcomings, not easy to handle out,
And i have to say i always love you more enough,
At times you are annoying,it is still you that i've been longing.
My love for you has grown stronger through the years,
Giving me more reasons to conquer all of this fears,
Just remember the day that i said " I Do" to you,
It was my heart's promise that i will stand by you.
Copyright © Jonalane Garcia | Year Posted 2013
Oh, the morning's Godly devotions
Amid ungodly emotions
Walking the earth, dampness soothing the sole
Bound to it with affinity and closeness
Yet heaven bound, tearing away from this concrete shoe
The coffin-drumming clods of clay
Covered with verge and fields of hay
A thin covering at that
As if the bountiful bosom is clad with a slip of silk,
A wisp of decency
Oh, the throes of fleshly woes
The shudder and fever of the soul's great war
Obsession, passion, thrills after fashion
The lashing of a scaly tail at the end of this mortal coil
Toil, toil, the gravel pit of survival
For what, mere existence?
The passions collide, asteroid striking planet,
Barren wasteland exploding in pits and pocks,
Craters round, dry as bone
Dry as love, old as valleys
Soundlessly, airlessly, lovelessly grey
Should I leave or should I stay?
Passion swells as sea's mighty tide
Thrusting the shore, thrusting, subside
Yet the shore is not moved, not even an inch
And on the moon there is no thirst to be quenched
No moisture, no thrust
No place, no lust
No sound to awake
No ear to hear the gong
of time tick and take
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
Starting beautifully with flowers and chocolates, the journey’s long
not just in habits, he’ll show in another side that he’s strong.
It is the right time as both bodies call
no barriers anymore, both have broken them all.
The physical, emotional and psychological all in an out pour
dancing in the purest freedom Adam and Eve once wore.
Love in its finest giving newlyweds such great hospitality
sex at its fiercest, removing all forms of neutrality.
Bed stands and erotic sounds in a tight race
yet not in contention for the first place.
The heat is immeasurable giving out intimacy in great overdose
both devouring this openness cos to others it’s closed.
Opposite private devices in a matrimonial conference like beloved mates
chronic hallucination of a perfect world nowhere near this state.
What lies ahead not thought out by minds now opaque
giving all the sweet shots till involving body parts ache.
Showing clear signs of new comers in marriage’s trade
throwing on them scents and sweets as they begin their upgrade.
Starting off heavenly as time shows with sour tastes it is tinged
and on its door, choices and decisions stay strongly hinged.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
After blissful years together marital conflicts begun,
normal for any marriage but for our daughter no fun.
Our capricious decision, separation was the call,
to alienate my daughter from me, not the deal at all.
Why do you chastise me like a malignant growth,
your own minds inner conflict, you forget our oath.
Pretentious plans of caring for her, your scapegoat,
Your sad behavior and control, about this you gloat.
I will continue to dissipate all this in vain,
to gravitate away from this inflicted pain.
Do you realize how much damage?
you impose on our daughter with your rage.
She pretends not to acknowledge me, to flatter you,
your mothers past on you inflicted is the clue.
Your inurbane manner affects our daughter’s future state,
those many heart breaking days restricted by a physical gate.
Please read the many professionals perspicuous reports about our story,
She needs her daddy, although alienated this is all transitory………........
My daughter loves and needs me, and will get me, the END.
Copyright © Mark Paul van der Merwe | Year Posted 2016
Sun and Earth spinning, universes burning, inwardly yearning
Knowledge and learning, warmness in the darkness turning
Spirit and soul, love kept beside my bed in a bowl
A cold winters night and stove full of coal
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013
By Rick Rucker
The sky seems somewhat bluer now,
The birds seem a little cheerier, somehow,
The grass looks a darker green,
More so than I have ever seen,
My disposition seems to be more pacific,
As to why, I cannot be specific,
I have thought about it, of late,
It must have begun with my Dream Date,
I had gone on a dating site,
Hoping to be someone’s Mr. Right,
I was hoping for a friend,
So that this crushing Loneliness would end,
I harbored, in my mind,
What I was hoping that I would find,
An impossibly perfect set of traits,
Which could not be found in twenty mates!
I tend to be a little “over the top,”
A flaw that I cannot seem to stop,
So, I went to meet, at our appointed place,
There stood a Goddess, with an Angel’s face!
I think we ate, I am not too sure,
I could hardly talk, there seemed no cure,
I realized at once,
That I must have seemed the perfect dunce,
Here, sitting across from me,
Was as perfect a being as there could be,
She was obviously too good for me,
Anyone in the room could see,
She had everything that I thought important in a mate,
And I was going to blow it on our first date!
We got through our meeting, and she finally left,
Leaving me standing there, bereft,
My head was all a-whirl,
I had just lost The Perfect Girl!
I could not, for a week, summon the guts to call,
Sure that she would not remember me at all,
But, to my surprise, she would give me another try,
Though I could not figure why,
All of this was months ago,
Perhaps, the rest of this you know,
We have bought a house, and moved our things,
Soon, we will be exchanging Rings,
We will be testing if we can,
Live happily ever after, as an Angel, and a Man!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2011
Copyright © 2008
(to you from men eyes)
Is it those adorable lips,
or the motion of your hips?
Is it the way you speak,
or the way we freak?
Is it your alluring perfume,
or in the way you groom?
Is it the way you sit,
that makes you a HIT?
Is it the way you walk,
or how we always talk?
Is it the way you care,
or the way I stare?
Is it the way you always listen,
or the way my eyes glisten?
Is it the way you dance,
that puts me in a trance?
Or, was it your heart,
that gave me a start?
Yes, our attraction to me and you,
is what you and I make us do.
*Forevermore loving only you!
*While contemplating what really attracts
and binds a relationship for marriage.
***This is one of my favorite compositions
on the road towards meeting my ¨Dream
Facebook: North Coast Poetry Society
Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2015
A Beautiful Rain Forest
By Curtis Johnson
The cards of life, of many sorts, to each have been dealt.
The honey of bees is sweet, but their stings are also felt.
No one ever promised that life would be fare.
Hopes and plans often become nightmares.
Drifting dreams seem to float away down stream,
evaporating like hot vapors of steam.
From the massive blast of volcanoes, the lava flows.
The rain falls; hurricanes spin; and the wind blows.
Afterwards, slowly but surely, islands are born,
upon which a Rain Forest grows.
From life’s excruciating pain, you, like a Rain Forest,
have become one most beautiful and pure.
You, like a Rain Forest, producing seeds of many sorts,
provide lasting hope and a positive cure.
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016
A bedroom should be pleasant
a place where futures are conceived
where wonderful dreams in their effervescence are woven and believed.
when dreams aren't loved, supported and nurtured,
they are cast aside along with the future.
weeds now grow instead of flowers,
rhapsodies of life to be,
has lost all of its wondrous powers.
it is at that time the bedroom is changed.
where windows once stood with freedom's form.
steel bars are now in the window frame and
the factory for dream weaving has been transformed.
the mill of fabrics has been shut down,
the thread has dry rot and can not bound.
there will be no more sewing of seams,
for love is dead, and so are the dreams.
imaginary, ha you think so?
steel bars of betrayal, oppression & humiliation ....
believe me because I know.
imaginary... ha.. you think so?
steel bars of heartache, tyranny, anguish and disbelief .....
believe me because I know.
imaginary ... facsimiles .... replicas.....
do you believe these steel bars not to be true ?
they are there ..... believe me, i'll give you a clue.
bedroom walls which could tell many tales,
now bleed and cry.
smashing freedom as do all jails,
with its boarders wondering why?
a million pieces of devastation...
dreams of love are now only mutilations.
a retardation of two hearts and souls.
hearts once joined are now at opposite poles.
so the bedroom turns from a happy place to sad.
with bars of steel that are eternally had.
bars of steel that destroy and breed hatred.
bars of steel that satan deems sacred.
victory can be gained over those bars of steel.
to conquer that demon, love must prevail.
dream dreams of love,
and sew with the strongest of thread.
weave your fabric of love,
the dream mill must be started again.
make room in your heart, soul and head......
for the dream weaver........................
the dream weaver returns triumphant again!
Copyright © Jacqueline Newton-Kowalsky | Year Posted 2014
I have a fear of drowning in deep waters, dark and cold;
I dream the waves are parted revealing Death's threshold.
I wonder, trembling in my bed, if another life I've known;
is there a body beneath the sea, dissolved, bone of my bone?
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
We boarded the Titanic, her maiden voyage from the shore,
just the two of us together, me and my husband Isidore.
Grandly cradled on the ocean within the ship of dreams,
unaware an ice tower waited in the frigid, black extremes.
Roast squab and French ice creams, champagne and caviar
were the first class luxuries, sailing on beneath the stars.
Near midnight the vessel shuddered as though wounded in the heart;
we waited captain's orders to load the lifeboats, disembark.
"Women first!" the crew commanded; older men could also go,
but Isidore would not depart, the truest gentleman I know.
He entreated me to leave the ship, but like Ruth of long ago,
I replied, "We've lived together many years. Where you go, I go."
We faced Death as we faced life, companions to the end . . .
climbing the staircase to heaven, hand in hand with my best friend.
The story of Isidore and Ida Strauss is true; they were first class passengers on the Titanic. Isidore was co-owner of Macy's. My connection to Ida is fiction.
The grand staircase on the Titanic was called "the staircase to Heaven."
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, June 22, 2014
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014