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Details | Terza Rima |

- Peace, Love, and Gods Greatest Gift -




The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells

Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains

Both finding their way to people in the valley below

Christmas songs — let your spirit sing freely and loudly

Welcoming the Birth of Our Savior and Baby King

Who so charms the Angels on High and God Himself

On this night, The Star was so beautiful, clear, and shiny

Crisp and so crystal-bright, centered above and beyond

Reflecting now the Lord God’s most divine and holy light

There is real magic in the night air as Heaven rejoices aloud

The child and the infant’s divine soul breathe life now intently

Fulfilling truly God’s very promise and His hope to Mankind

Keep this Christmas spirit — share it with others near and far

Grace filled with good tidings as we dance on wings of joy

We all now celebrate in great happiness, love, and kindness

Christmas is forever — and you must never ever close this door

Faith always enters, carrying His guiding torch high and proud

And encouraging Man every step of the way on his long journey

Even in a simple cradle where the Baby Jesus so innocently lay

Heaven doth bathe His cradle with the warmest rays of divine light

Bespeaking the heavenly beauty, joy, and wonder of Our Savior

Amazing peace makes a lovely gift, I wish for all of us to have

As new life blossoms, wrapped in petals of an immaculate heart

God’s holy blessing, love, and intention are clear for all to see

That Holy Night the Angels entire sang mirthfully on Christmas Eve

Praising Almighty Lord God in Heaven on the birth of His only son

The Angels’ paeans echoed in their divine beauty across the Universe

To bring peace now, glowing with your love, is His divine intention

Rejoicing in God’s Greatest Gift to Mankind who was born in a manger

Destined to become Our Most Holy and Divine Savior — Amen! Amen!






Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 1, 2015 (Unrhymed Tercet)

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015



Details | Rhyme |

Ode to My Husband

Ode to My Husband
What a wonderful, magical surprise! Sometimes love arrives in disguise. I never saw this coming, Never anticipated such an awesome blessing. I was at the right place, When I spied your sweet, handsome face. It was at the right time, When you called me your goddess and I knew you were mine. Until I met you, I was like a sad, little bird with no songs to sing, With only broken wings, l had to work my way through some hurtful things.
But you came along, A real man, unselfishly offering me strong, broad shoulders to lean on. It was a long, slow process getting back on track, But you were patient and willing to take the burden off my back. When I was lost and alone, you showered me with loving attention, Tenderness, kindness, and consideration. You nurtured and cherished me each step of the way, Building my confidence and trust each day. Thank you for helping my fragile heart to mend, Thank you for helping me become whole and to love again!
Entered in contest "Best love poem #3" sponsored by Poet Destroyer A (5-26-2014)

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

Details | Terza Rima |

Peace, Love, and God's Greatest Gift

Peace, Love, and God’s Greatest Gift

The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells
Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains
Both finding their way to people in the valley below

Christmas songs—let your spirit sing freely and loudly
Welcoming the Birth of Our Savior and Baby King
Who so charms the Angels on High and God Himself

On this night, The Star was so beautiful, clear, and shiny
Crisp and so crystal-bright, centered above and beyond
Reflecting now the Lord God’s most divine and holy light

There is real magic in the night air as Heaven rejoices aloud
The child and the infant’s divine soul breathe life now intently
Fulfilling truly God’s very promise and His hope to Mankind 

Keep this Christmas spirit—share it with others near and far
Grace filled with good tidings as we dance on wings of joy
We all now celebrate in great happiness, love, and kindness

Christmas is forever—and you must never ever close this door
Faith always enters, carrying His guiding torch high and proud
And encouraging Man every step of the way on his long journey

Even in a simple cradle where the Baby Jesus so innocently lay
Heaven doth bathe His cradle with the warmest rays of divine light
Bespeaking the heavenly beauty, joy, and wonder of Our Savior

Amazing peace makes a lovely gift, I wish for all of us to have
As new life blossoms, wrapped in petals of an immaculate heart
God’s holy blessing, love, and intention are clear for all to see 

That Holy Night the Angels entire sang mirthfully on Christmas Eve
Praising Almighty Lord God in Heaven on the birth of His only son
The Angels’ paeans echoed in their divine beauty across the Universe 

To bring peace now, glowing with your love, is His divine intention 
Rejoicing in God’s Greatest Gift to Mankind who was born in a manger
Destined to become Our Most Holy and Divine Savior—Amen! Amen!

Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid, and Gary Bateman
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 1, 2015 (Unrhymed Tercet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Break This Rusty Cage: Tribute To Chris Cornell

You hard-wired me awake,
pointed your Badmotorfinger at a softened lock—
I mind-cut through rusted steel

and ran 

unlike motors that run on crucifix pitch
and exhumations of dinosaur bones

Seattle was the garden of sound:
a down-tuned spark 
for a daydream nation
trying to outshine the blisters
of forests that burned at both ends

Anthems for an alienated youth
who no longer saw God 
in the preacher's cataracts,
didn't nibble on dangled, plastic fruit,
and melted full metal jackets
into foggy distortion pedals
 
We outlived Kurt, whose blue still remains 
in bleached mud beneath evergreens
 
And after it all (in all), 
you crept back into the rusty cage
you'd warned us about in four octaves

I'm gonna walk the river down to muddy waters
where its rust begins to stain the shore—
follow its reflections like a pack of wolves

and run


May 18th, 2017
_____


"When the forest burns along the road
Like God's eyes in my headlights
When the dogs are looking for their bones
And it's raining ice picks on your steel shore

I'm gonna break I'm gonna break my—
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run"  

—Chris Cornell 

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 
BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
_____




Chris Cornell, July 20th, 1964 - May 17th, 2017

Rest And Rust (your metallic blues) In Peace


+/-


Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

SHE - In collaboration with RP - the Reluctant Poet

An Ode to Femininity and Romance -

The background music of this delicate poetic arrangement is intended to be played softly as you sit back and reminisce on romantic memories while creating new ones - Perhaps with a glass of red wine and - Oh! Don’t forget the chocolates.   

The cadence of her heart keeps rhythm to the music She sits alluring in the soft candle light Her senses so heightened but she ponders escape As butterflies flutter her stomach tonight SHE’s the mirror of all dreams Invisible strobes pulse as his aura manifests Eyes meet - energy spikes across in a mist Static shock she recoils as his hand touches hers At first she draws back but she cannot resist SHE’s the sculpture of natural perfection Warm embraces and moist tender kisses Twin peaks straining to break free from restraint Like coronas on planets - her circles a flare A consuming wild passion that cannot be tamed SHE’s the taste of pleasure and its themes Consensual yearning all inhibitions lost Outer trappings asunder - bare naked as created Petal smooth skin brushes skin - tingling sensations Intense tension of concupiscence now elevated SHE’s the rhythm of sensual orchestration Like the cleft in a smooth mound Caressed by the morning dew A flood of bliss and passion Crystal clear droplets accrue She’s the emotion of love’s fire Feathery strokes brush a valley of desire A precious pearl glistens in its soft silken fold Aching for release of an exquisite union With the sensually smooth bud of a single stem Rose SHE’s the personification of sensation Passion and love ignite flames of pleasure A tunnel of love bidding invitation To her rhythmic breath - the beauty of her charms Candle flames dance in perfect syncopation SHE’s the aroma of desire A pulsating Venus like the evening star She arches yearning to greet the risen moon In ardor of passion the lovers melt Climactic ecstasy close she purrs as they swoon SHE’s the song wafting from above Unbridled they move in perfect synchrony While deep from within warm spring’s release A joyous flood of bliss and passion To meet and to quench the explosive heat SHE’s the reason of loving stimulation In the gentleness of loves' creation Naked in the innocence of a newly born Lying languid and satiated like twin spoons nestled Awakes and looks at the glory of early morn SHE’s the epitome of LOVE The meaning of life - IS SHE
Acknowledgement: To RP (the Reluctant Poet), who refuses to be named and is reticent to be acknowledged as a brilliant Poet in his own right. This poem is dedicated to his ‘SHE’ and all the SHE’s in the world. Thank you so much RP for your contribution. (RP is not from Poetry Soup or any other Poetry site or publication). Footnote: ‘SHE’ - is an unashamed expose` on the beauty of female love and sexuality, the foremost gift of our primary instinct - the source of our existence. A Gift - of pleasure bestowed on humans to be enjoyed with no boundaries of age or gender. A Gift - of joy unrestricted to only the humans whenever fancy takes, unlike all other species which is restricted to time of procreation. A Gift - that owing to misguided conditioning of the ‘System’ and Religious agendas, is embarrassing for women to share and only appropriate to air in a sterile or clinical manner. A Gift - that is denigrated to veiled humor and has been disparagingly described in ugly words or actions. A Gift - that because of the stigma of communication, has been the cause of many women’s intimate health conditions from time memorial. And Yet - it not considered shocking to speak openly about our gourmet delicacies, our overindulgent eating and drinking habits. The topic elicits thought and makes one wonder - Why?

Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017

Details | Elegy |

The Last Gold Leaf

The last gold leaf hangs on the bough;
summer is just a memory now.
You, too, have gone, my golden friend;
our summer days came to an end.

We said goodbye; our chapter closed.
How I will miss you no one knows.
On eagle wings you split the skies;
your spirit soared. You had to fly.

My earthbound soul will bear its grief
severed from you on mortal reef;
but returning from yonder shore,
your love in waves will wash me o'er.

You've gone before, my trusted love;
I wait behind, your mourning dove;
yet, from across the great divide
your voice to me in dreams confides.

No, I think not that dreams they are;
but communion of the near with far.
On such sweet songs I stake my claim
to know and love you once again.

Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

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

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Find In Our Eternity, Sweet Love

Find In Our Eternity, Sweet Love 

 Find in my Heart,
 cast away misdeeds never to be embraced
 Find in my heart,
 a love of you that can never be erased

 Find in this Soul,
 a friend so gladly embracing all of you
 Find in this soul,
 true lover that forever loves all you do

 Find in my Dreams,
 golden paradise I built for your pleasure
 Find in my dreams,
 a deep love, gentle and without measure

 Find in my Desires,
 gentle touch, a touch of your pretty face 
 Find in my desires,
 nights seeing you dressed up in black lace

 Find in my Life,
 a sworn oath to your deep love be true
 Find in my life,
 to each bright morn, our deep love renew

 Find in our Eternity,
 a golden palace made just for you and I
 Find in our eternity,
 united love, as great as a Heavenly sky

 Robert J. Lindley, 02-03-2015


 note: I failed to write my darling wife her daily poem yesterday(first time in ten years). 
 So she being playful demanded I write a double good one this fine morning.
 I hope this effort will do. If not, then I am lost as this came directly from 
 my loving heart to her, my sweetest sunshine, my darling wife.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

BACK WHEN I WAS A CHILD

The song that moves and
 touches my heart is dance 
with my father again.
Because I will never forget 
the man my father was.
Back when I was a child 
I longed to be in his 
presence.
He had a larger than life
personality. 
His nieces and nephews
looked at him as a father.
“Oh lord I’m dying to dance 
with my father again”.
Everytime I hear the song I 
begin to cry.
I long for his hug
I long to hear his voice
“Oh lord I’m dying to dance
 with my father
again”
“ Oh lord we’re all dying
 to dance with my father 
again”.

4-4-17
Alexis Y
Inspired by my favorite song
Dance With Father Again
Written by Richard Marx And
Luther Vandross
https://youtu.be/wmDxJrggie8

Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Marsiya |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |

True Friendship


 ~True Friendship~
 (Couplets)


 True friends are really a treasure so rare
 There are not many like that who really cares.

 If you happen to have one exactly like that
 Be happy you got lucky,so toss high your hat.

 Real friends wish to share everything with you,laughter and tears
 And like finest wine they just get better all throughout the years.

 They will be loyal,honest and true no matter what you may go through
 A true friend will not hurt you on purpose and she always care for you.

 There are not many good friends around like this they're hard to find
 Better just have one true than maybe dozens that are untrue and fake in kind.

 So if you already have a true friend consider yourself very lucky everyday
 And treat well that friend with all the love and respect that(she or he)deserves all way.


 Dorian Petersen Potter
 aka ladydp2000
 copyright@2012




 February.08.2015 

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Tribute to Daniel

“In this life there’s been heartache and pain”
How could I begin to find love again
Desperado walking a tightrope
I looked down and Daniel gave me hope
 
“The first time ever I saw your face”
Cold heart melted, longed for your embrace
Your compassion and character shone
No longer could I live all alone
 
“You took my love and you took it down”
Felt lighter than air with feet on the ground
A love without chains, a soul unbound
But walls closed in as I watched you drown

"In a New York minute everything can change"
Sometimes life takes twists that seem strange
A human chain was formed to find my man
Reaching up was Daniel's lifeless hand
 
Efforts to save, resuscitate
Proved futile to fight the hands of fate
Casket sent home, called his folks to explain
“Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane”
 


*Foreigner’s “I Want to Know What Love Is” 
*Roberta Flack’s “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” 
*Fleetwood Mac’s “Landslide”
*Don Henley's "In a New York Minute" 
*Elton John’s “Daniel”
 

By Carolyn Devonshire for Tracie's "Sing a Song for Me" contest.
Dedicated to my fiancé Daniel Sammons who drowned while we were swimming in a 
lake near Tallahassee, FL.


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

COOKIES

Now they say that girls are made of sugar
And spice, but good girls finish last my friend.
For there is one truth for all women kind,
Come hell or high water we will fight
For our right to indulge ourselves in 
The need for perfections greatest
Confections, COOKIES!!!
Yes we will take down that cookie
Puppet clown, dressed in blue,
For there is no fiercer monster known
To man, then a women who’s cookie
Faddish is left unsatisfied.
Peanut butter to chocolate chip,
Just pass the milk and watch out dude,
For women shall be the first to dip.
Call us the two fisted women of the 
Raw dough generation, we don’t 
Really care, just pass grandma’s old 
Cookie jar.
Roll me down the bakery sweet, 
No fragrance smells finer then freshly
Baked what ladies, COOKIES.
Sugar me sweet it’s the ladies favorite
Treat, by the bucket or truck load it can’t
Be beat, frosted or plain, it matters not,
But without Milk its sacrilege that is
No doubt!!
Now chocolate maybe the vise five to
Seven days a month, but cookies rule
As the male race drools, because honey
There is no doubt women will take you
Don’t for what, lets all say it ladies around
The world, all together now, SAY WHAT
COOKIES!!!!!!
By the way did I tell you my favorite
Food in the world, of course it’s very
Obvious, COOKIES!!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
DEDICATED TO POET DESTROYER
And to all women

Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.” 
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.

She smiled through her tears.  
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too.  His name was Pal.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

THE NIGHTINGALE LOST HER LAMP

THE NIGHTINGALE LOST HER LAMP Anita’s eyes were brown. She was the kindest of angels. Her speech firm with authority but reassuring with a glass- like sensitivity; she seemed to know all. Prompt as a rooster's first crow, that's how she is. She stands like a lioness ever ready to act, a channel to prolong the patient's life. Her heart is a captive cog of dedicated compassion: as a wife, as a mother, as a Dean, Professor, and as a nurse. She stood always regal in white. Bearing a sanction of life and death with each shot made by her gentle hands. She had Tiger eyes for signs and symptoms; sponges to absorb order and pressures, she was simply a lamp for a sick person. Our batch, she handles with iron fist. Labeled as "black sheep" – for some of us are noisy cans but empty inside. Black sheep but later turned into the cream of the crop. She stood as our Samson pillars then despite canyons of doubts and critiques, our batch defies the odds. Yet, one day a snapshot happened – She fainted while teaching. She was brought to the hospital, scrutinized and observed like the frog in my sophomore year. I was one of the nurses who rendered care. I watched, how the shining light in her eyes turned to stormy sadness. I have heard how her sturdy voice now sounded a tattered tape only syllables and groans, no more. Her before supple glowing skin turned a wrinkled ash — all tautness gone. Finally, she needs only bags of blood in two days her life passed my Anita... _______________________________________________________ Sponsor Thomas Martin Contest Name Show but Don't Tell Placed 3rd... O.E. Guillermo 5:15 pm, May 19, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

A Tribute to Jayson, My Brave Warrior

A Tribute to Jayson, My Brave Warrior
My dear son, Jayson When you called late last night to let me know You were deploying to go overseas tomorrow In spite of my great resolve I broke down and sobbed.
The little boy I lovingly nurtured So witty and good-natured So kind, compassionate, and loving You’ll always be my sweet boy Even though the world now sees you as a grown man.
Recalling special times when I showered your baby face with kisses Or tickled your armpits Howling with laughter, you would beg me “Do it again, Mommy, I love it!”
I remember all those moments we had At times rocky, sometimes sad But most of all memorable and enjoyable. I remember your growing pains All your questions, anxieties, and mixed-up emotions Yes, we made it through hurdles you and I Making me laugh, making me cry But taking that journey together was quite priceless!
You’re now a strong, valiant, young man Willingly putting your life on the line Many have thanked you for your service And, my brave warrior, I am so proud of you When I hear your humble, heartfelt reply, “Glad to do it!”
You’re just simply the best! While you took a minute to leave the nest I’m grateful for the extra time we were given But I know It’s time to let you go – Go take your rightful place in the world.
You’ve grown wings like a fierce eagle It’s your time to fly high! Now soar! But remember that you are always a part of me And even though we may no longer hold hands We are still holding hearts.
These tear-splattered pages Reflect my anguished heart Knowing you’re prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice for your country I pray that you will return to me safe and sound I love you, my hero - my precious son. Godspeed! ¡Vaya con Dios!

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014

Details | Personification |

Kashmir-The woman

Kashmir is the innocent beauty of nature
It lifted me above all mire dark and dense.

Kashmir is the divine smile
It gifted me a peace beyond all of my sense.

Kashmir is the sorrow
It showed me a combined pain of poverty, corruption and terrorism.

Kashmir is the beautiful helpless unmarried woman.
Whose neighbors are trying to capture her body not sweet heart.

Kashmir is the paradise on earth without dream...
  
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA

( THE POEM IS DEDICATED TO EVERY WOMAN IN ALL COMMUNITIES OF JAMMU & KASHMIR AND POET ANDREA DIETRICH )

Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

Why I Love Him

I love Langston Hughes. I've written about him before. I've written about the Dream Keeper. I love the theme of dreams. You should read his poem, Dreams. However, today, this poem is speaking to my heart. Life is fine...Sometimes we are beset by problems that seem to do us in. Broken hearts...unfulfilled dreams...deceptive people...It's hard. I've lately become very disillusioned with certain people. Saying one thing....and meaning another. Twisting truths. Sometimes I want to give up...BUT LIFE IS FINE!!! ;) 

Enjoy this!! You'll thank me later!

Hugs
 
Langston Hughes, 1902 - 1967 
 .
I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.

     But it was      Cold in that water!      It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.

     But it was      High up there!      It was high!

So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love—
But for livin’ I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry—
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

     Life is fine!      Fine as wine!      Life is fine!

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Ma Belle Femme

There's a lady I know as pretty as primrose,

With innocence of soul,

   how I know ----

None whom has walked this wide world 'ere

   more lovely than her dimmest delicacy;

The sweet of lavender envious in her passing....

   the King-Rose longs her deeper crimson lush,

   and divorce he the earth, to marry her but a day;

And death dare not take her

   lest he die in her love,

For holy her heart,

   where the angels take leave

   to but watch mere glimpses of her beauteous art;

   with eternal pledges the very ground 'neath her feet

   hallowed with heals,

Her wind as cherubin lungs to fill the sails of saints,

   a messiah for Epicurus ----

   for no ail shall last long in her soothing shadow;

Nay,

   the sun shall not shine 

   with same vibrance in her leaving,

But the stars align with her remembrance,

   and God in all His glory more joyful for her making;

For He made her from His finest silks

   and honeys from heaven.....

   a mentor for Venus,

   (ma belle femme)

Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |

Mother Teresa and I

Mother Teresa
She is the mother of every poor people, injured people, ordinary people...

Always we remember the great news
'Mother Teresa will get the Nobel Peace Prize.'
It was one of the best moment in our life...

She lived in our city Kolkata (Calcutta) .
She ate our Bengali foods.
She loved us so much...

One day, I was twelve years old
I met  her at Mother House along with my parents.
I looked at her heavenly eyes.
I touched her sacred feet and hands.
I heard her divine speeches.
I love her innocent smile.

I told her only the sentences, 
'You are the mother of the world, 
Mother of my parents.
So you are my grandmother.'

My father hesitated. My mother was silent.

Mother Teresa said to me with smile, 
'GOD BLESS YOU MY SON'

Today my eyes are full of tears
Mother, I miss you. 
I love you so much....


SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA



(Mother Teresa founded the Missionaries of Charity, a Roman Catholic religious congregation, which in 2012 consisted of over 4,500 sisters and is active in 133 countries. They run hospices and homes for people with HIV/AIDS, leprosy and tuberculosis; soup kitchens; dispensaries and mobile clinics; children's and family counselling programmes; orphanages; and schools. Members of the institute must adhere to the vows of chastity, poverty and obedience, and the fourth vow, to give "wholehearted free service to the poorest of the poor".

Mother Teresa was the recipient of numerous honours including the 1979 Nobel Peace Prize. In 2003, she was beatified as "Blessed Teresa of Calcutta". A second miracle credited to her intercession is required before she can be recognised as a saint by the Catholic Church.)

Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2014

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How Could I Not

I cry Jesus...and you're there
Lord...nobody cares...
For me....the way that you do

When peace floods my soul
Like I've never known
How could I Not....love you

On the turbulent sea
There's millions like me
Searching...like I used to do

You said....if I cared
Then your way I'd share
And How could I not....love you

How could I turn away
How could I never say
Thank you..for all that you've done

For laying your life down
Turning my life around
For God giving his only Son

For taking my place
And amazing grace
For healing my heart through and through

For.....forgiving my sins
And being my friend
How could I not.....love you




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Copyright © Chuck Melugin | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |

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.

Copyright © wayland bunch | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Flowers die,Pictures fade

I wrote this in memory of my uncle.


Flowers die and pictures fade,attempting
to erase every memory ever made.

Letters are lost while the clouds roll in,
letting the rain pour and the sadness begin.

Feelings are lost and people pass on,showing
us we're the one's who have to be strong.

GOD gives us strength to keep our head held high,
not letting the wonders of the world pass by.

Love everyday and you will see,miracles
happen when you believe.

Nothing can stop you from living your life,
even when the pain cuts like a knife.

Some family we've lost and some still remain,
leaving only love and happiness to be gained.

Some memories fade while the best never die,
leaving you with feelings of wanting to laugh and cry.

People make the biggest impact without even trying,
then everything changes when they are dying.

Ton's of faces get lost in the crowd,
to your surprise certain one's stand out.

GOD gives you love and never leaves you alone,
providing a loving family along with a good home.

Life will bear obstacles and put you to the test,
but you have to be strong and always try your best.

Never back down from any hardship thrown your way,
it will make you stronger until your last day.

Say what you feel in your heart and never back down, even
when your taking your last breath take one last look around.

Angels are singing a song only you can hear,
complete the last part with an open heart,
and absolutely no fear.



                                         Flowers will die and pictures will fade,
                                   but your memory is one that will always stay.


                                       In Loving Memory of my Uncle
                                             You will be missed dearly.

                                                   MAY 28th 2012

Copyright © Colleen Bono | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Tribute to My Dearest Daughter

Tribute to My Dearest Daughter
My darling daughter, Precious child of my youth, Dearest to my heart - From that wonderful moment When I first felt that fluttering of life, Rhythmically beating beneath my expectant bosom, I knew that I would unconditionally love you forever.
With deep motherly pride I helped you develop into womanhood Watching you become a strong, well-rounded woman. A loving mother yourself, you are not only a blessing To your own children and your family, But you are also a blessing to others - Those who hurt in life and need care and compassion.
With its ups and downs, life has transformed you, Challenged, nurtured, matured, and molded you. You are kind, thoughtful, generous, patient, and understanding, Unselfishly expecting nothing in return. You are a wonderful human being - You are a true angel. God bless you, my dearest daughter, my love!
Date: 7/26/2014 Entered in contest “Relationships” sponsored by Regina Riddle

Copyright © Kika Ayala | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

A Tribute To Justin A Bordner

Of the many stars I have seen,
Justin, you are by far the most exquisite
I love how you just mold into my heart,
Sifting the words we share part by part,
Lighting the path to inspiration,
Attaining your lightning connotation

I love how you relate to my struggles,
Allowing my feet to rest on your gentle wings,
How your loving eyes look in-between the lines,
To see inside such poetry, the divine intertwine

You do not waste your time in the sky,
Rising every moment in your heightening knowledge
You burn brighter for what matters
You hold tighter to the light with gladness,
And you are not afraid in the prowling wilderness
You are never afraid to express your genius

Long ago, I had wandered in the haze of many a soul
Closed and withdrawn in the strolls of dark foes
In your luminous presence, you awakened this dreamer
My eyes widening in the unity of word-weavers
To access your bloom was to shatter all doom
And in awe, I aspired to be a part of you

I love that you care of my virtues,
How you give and give tremendously
How we understand each other in synchronizing energy out of this world
I love that you will feel my heart, as I do yours
I will love these truths forevermore

A tribute to this burning star is never enough
You have inspired me beyond what I can see
Beyond what dreams a dreamer be
And for that, I must thank you,
As you persevere in your incomparable brightness
To illuminate my path, and our paths, 
Into the extraordinary, eternal unearthing of fate, fervor and fortune

For the “Tribute: Poetry Contest” 
Sponsored by The Silent One
August 4th, 2015

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |

My Dear Charmaine Chircop


Charmaine means love
Charmaine means happiness
Charmaine means tenderness
Charmaine means sweetness

Charmaine means softness
Charmaine means joyfulnes
Charmaine means gentleness
Charmaine means angel like

Charmaine means purity
Charmaine means truthfulness
Charmaine means angelic
Charmaine means kindness

Charmaine means sensitive
Charmaine means warmth
Charmaine means passionate
Charmaine means delicate

Charmaine means elegant
Charmaine means graceful
Charmaine means fragile
Charmaine means rare

Charmaine means exquisite
Charmaine means all these things
And more...



© Jack Ellison 2015



Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

How Shall I Write For You Tonight

How shall I write for you tonight when the words don't seem to flow? I could write about the moon and the stars and how, to you, they don't compare to those starry caramel eyes that look deep inside of me wrap around my sated heart and fill my life with glee I could write about your killer smile that brightens my every thought that gives me strength to carry on when sad or when distraught I could write about your compassion your powerful soul or your caring heart I could tell you how much I love you and how we'll never be apart I could verse a poem about how I admire who you are your virtues, values, giving of your time what you stand for or how I'm proud to call you mine I could write a song that would praise your love of God the less fortunate, His children and all of those in need. How can I possibly write a worthy poem that sings praises high enough of you when all you do seems right and just and your intentions are so true. Tonight I'll try to write my sweet of one who strives to rid the world of hurt So I'll close my eyes and picture you and hope I find the words

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015






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