Best Are Hand Poems
Each midnight glow is like this fleeting stone
And I, although I cherish, cannot steal
Or thrust on shore to hold until it’s grown
Below the tides of eve that plunge shall reel.
I stand as each crest scoops into the deep
And vanishes like jeweled drops of breath
To lie with mother pearls I couldn’t keep
For tiny are hand stems to grip their depth.
So now and then I wish that I may dip
Into the twirling wavelets with my arms
And haul pink mollusks which slide from my grip;
For in their husks, the pearl of Orient charms.
If midnight enthralls me into her sea
Oh, gems I touch only in memory.
by nette onclaud
for Put Your Best Rhyme Forward Contest
"Man....Style"
by: Eric L. Boddie
A man's style
Can initiate a woman to smile
As well as inspire the Life of a child
At the same time, it tames that which was wild
And you know it will never show denial
It's always lame, flame or mild
And each time it's witnessed, it stays on file
Because it flows a distance with more miles than the Nile
So always remember that the style of a man
Whether he is light, dark or only slightly tanned
Can be the determining factor in if he will stand
In the space where a bride and groom are hand and hand
Or if he stakes claim to a piece of land
Either in the valley, on the hills or next to the sand
Because it has a role in determining his plan
It's how he will be remembered....I hope you understand
It's Man....Style
Conquer
Heart craves to weep,
Emotions dying of cheat,
In firm grip of sadness,
Going crazy in madness,
Is what depression means !
Just a bit of courage,
Self assessment to encourage,
Knowing world is bad,
Life is both cheers and sad,
Is what elevates the mood !
Too much if you expect,
Always in end will regret,
Roses that you loved,
thorns are hand in glove,
Is what you need to ponder!
Your own self you need to conquer,
No pills needed, why to surrender,
To defeat any forces that subdue,
To negative thoughts must bid adieu,
Dictionary with no antonyms ?
That's what in the end you will get !!
Written December 9th, 2014
For contest'Fighting depression' for Linda
Sponsor- Shadow Hamilton
Awarded 8th place
We dance we sing, we talk, we listen, we ping. Dreams are made of this. We walk, we eat, we laugh we cry, we console, we listen, no wonders why. We are magical, we are light, dreams of holding hands by the rivers moonlight. Dreams are made of this.
Together we are hand in hand, two against the world, you my women me your man. Dreams are made of this. We say things to the soul that hurt, we batter and bruise, we fight, we ignore, we cause fear we are sore. Dreams are made of this.
Through indifference, through pain, through rain storms, through the insane, through the mystery of me the storm always ends, two hands touch, a remembrance to commitment a remembrance to love. Dreams are made of this.
Without some struggle without some fight, without some tragedy without some flight, without some crazy, without some fear, then and only will love then be secured. Love is not solely achieved on perfection without pain love then has no meaning it must contain rain. Dreams are made of this.
Do not solely blame yourself nor solely blame others for the tragedy of love lost, you are human there is always a cost. Love In all of its fragility, love can be weak, unfulfilling, flightless, distant hope, and meek. Dreams are made of this.
Then that is not love, that is not real, that is not what you seek for only when love becomes forgiveness, love is not lost it becomes your strength your destiny your boss. Dreams are made of this….Poetry by Dean
Some say our love has been blind,
but love Endureth many things.
Our struggles all came with gifts,
gifts that were at times hard to see,
they made us stronger you and me;
And yet, we are still you and me.
Now reaching a milestone in our lives,
together we are working as a family;
as parents still teaching our children,
as children caring for our parents.
Wondering about what will be next,
it does not matter because I love you.
Our love has been transforming,
and as long as we are hand and hand,
I am happy to be together forever.
Happy Valentine’s Day Baby!
Edward J. Ebbs - 02/11/2015
I am not all happiness.
I am not as bitter as your smile
and I have no lips to make me sense -
to curve around my name and give
me more depth than the air,
than the dust I rise from
like the moon, night after night
chasing sunlight across the sky.
I am the antediluvian scrap of flesh
in the corner of my grandfather's eye.
When he laughs, I feel myself folding
with him into my own skin,
into the held-breath slip of sky
I inhabit, into this
airless gap of eternity
where we live solemn together,
my body like an accordion and
his skin crinkling with all
the mirth of his years seasoned
with every war he encountered
and the salt that scarred welts
into his corneas
time and time again.
He touches my face, and I purple with the bruises
the sun inflicted on the flaking-parchment
knowledge of his skin.
We are love.
We are birthday-cake candles
half blown out before
the wish has time to develop.
We are hand-in-hand soldiers
and accidental splotches of red,
blood on lovers' lips.
We are a pattern woven through history,
sporadic and relentless
and beautific in inevitability.
And so we smile for each other,
secretive and mournful and gloriously
wise,
and we laugh at words that
have yet to materialize.
**For my Grandpa Clyde... your stories always made me sad and happy at the same time. I
longed for adventure like yours, and I ached for the pain you had to go through, and I loved
and love you very much. I hope you never feel lonely again.
It’s been too long since you went away.
Now nights are long, and days are gray.
Tears too frequent and embraces missed,
The sound of your voice and your tender kiss.
Your empty seat at the dinner table
Leaves us unbalanced, and life unstable.
When you are gone, all is diminished
The workload is hard and much unfinished.
But oh, how the joy and gratitude flows
When you come into sight and my heart explodes!
I discover how great and surpassing our love
When I see you again, we are hand in glove.
Every time you return, the house is reborn
The family is whole and there’s no place to mourn.
There is no replacement, no other can take
The place that you hold and the difference you make.
All I ask is: "Come home your place is here."
Stay with us forever and keep us near.
We value your sacrifice, service and more
Just be sure to come home and darken our door.
To touch a tear that falls upon your heart
And feel the silent breath to which I'm wed
To know your love, caress its crumbled part
This broken dream a darkened path I dread
So dance with me before my body's bled
And cross the floor held tight between strong arms
With my need to see your smile with its charms
Tomorrow I will go, I'll not complain
As war has come to pluck and bring its harms
And bind our hearts so tight in final pain
To feel the gentle shimmer of your soul
You quietly move your hand to impart
As silent space between our eyes control
Leaves burning lasting image in my heart
In lighted dawn, I'll go when trains depart
And claim this painful sorrow I must add
To you my love, this dance a moment sad
To me, it's a memory's lasting cry
So dance with me as if your heart is glad
My eyes and lips will only say goodbye
As bombs explode and light the blackest night
I find your face to calm my darkest fear
In man-made holes, we crawl in troubled fight
When battle's hell and soldier's death is near
I try to hold my dance with you my dear
As bullets fragment in their deadly swarm
And men are hand to hand to let blood form
In scented war with visions to forget
Soldiers cry out a name in warring storm
My final breath expels from bayonet
1/12/18 contest The Magic of Three
sponsor Broken Wings
Enough of all the ritiuous talk
of high morals, rolled up in napkins
and set to the table
You eat with them so dignified and free
Becoming what you are meant to become
what you really feel and love so dearly
You do not believe there is fire after the
mind shuts its doors, when the sun of your
soul takes eternal shade.
Your hands are hand made.
You did this once before many years ago
when you were trying do hard to hide who you
really were, who you were dying to be
You smiled all the time like everyone
were members of a roaring audience.
When you had something to offer
they were your best friends all the time
But when turned your back it was always the bird
Dam I really miss seeing your back
I miss flipping you the beard.
Now your looking at me confused
Don't you get it? I'm an animal... an almighty
human being, pretending to be civilized.
They love you when you were a champion
and when you started to lose they still loved you
but this time because your marketable
Now turn your back to me.
Young Billy hood
Stood like a wood,
Thinking about life
Failing to have a stronghold,
I too, a branch of humanhood
Knows and cares about your
Troubled mood.
I bet others understood,
stop swelling like a parachute
This is nothing but the truth,
Your fruits and growth are hand in hand.
In the eyes of fate
Time is not late
But articulate,
So hope to drink and eat and cloth.
Take my hand victims of hate don’t be afraid
I’ll pull you up and away from this place
Come with me into the night
We will walk down lanes of soft moon light
Come to me lonely souls
Fight for your right to be heard
Open your eyes sunshine
Day light has casted a hazy glow
Were not alone
Others walk this hidden path as well
Put down the knifes that carve your flesh
Sew up the wounds that bleed and fester with loves string
Take their hands
Hold them tight
Reassure the need to stay
For we all fear the fall back into abandonment
Cradle the young left on the streets
Fill their hunger by staying with in arms reach
Let us walk as one
A line that reaches shore to shore
For we are strong and loved
When we remember are hand are linked as one
Let your feet stomp down hate
Your hart sing songs of strength
Don’t let genocide harts think their forgotten
Let them find sanctuary in are rebel arms
For hatred has wounded and scared us all
Take them up and sooth their fears
Listen to their stories of war in time when it seems so unfair
Do not weep alone my loves
Let your tears falls on the shoulders of use that have healed some
Rubbing your back to sooth cocking sobs
We all must weep when things have become too much to bear
For you are not alone nor week
Even when others pass over you as if you’re unseen
So to all my passer bys
Bullies
Racist
And you that pray upon the “week”
I can not hate that what you are
But I will rebel agents that what you do
For us who you hate and torment out number you
One day you will feel the wrath of what hate can do
And when you do…………..
Even you may join are line
For even you will cry
Even you will feel alone
Even you will one day want to die
Perhaps you all ready do
Perhaps now you see
We all need love
Love from and for each other
We are all human
Even you
Written in the stars.
In darkness you find me,
With words on my mind.
The light has been stolen by nightfall
And I,
Can no longer function, so in a bed I lie.
I am in search of a dreamer;
I am in need of more time.
I am in need of distraction, salvation and many more;
I ask for nothing from you, whilst I give you my all.
I am forever entombed inside this man I have become.
My mind is awake, my tired body aches
And I am in need of your love.
I offer you my heart to cherish and to hold;
For I am the thief of the key to your heart.
I wish to unlock your innermost thoughts,
For they are made of pure gold.
You are becoming more and more beautiful,
As each moon departs.
I see us in a future, walking along autumn leaf covered lanes.
We are hand in hand, smiling and laughing
And we have each found our love.
The tree’s overhead keep us sheltered from any rain,
That a dark cloud above may befall us;
We are young no more.
As the grey tints our hair, we reminisce about our youth.
We were young once, but no longer,
But we are still telling the truth.
As our eyes fade and our legs begin to ache,
I whisper to you:
I love you now and always;
Our lives were entwined by the weaver of loves loom
And forever we shall be locked together,
Inside this romance of ours.
I have read it in the tea leaves…
That it was written in the stars.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Here we are still without you
one year later, there has never been a pain any greater
Daily, we remember your sound
your smile and the way you felt
I am so sorry for the hand you were dealt
We miss you so much it's unreal
To have you back we would kill
We want to believe that you hear us talk to you up there
You must know how much we care
Pieces of some of us went with you
so forever our bond is true
We will always ask why and we will never understand
and that will always make us mad
Dear God, it didn't have to be so bad
Each of us have our own special memories of you
man, you were so awesome Blue
We're doing the best we can to go on without you
some days are better than the other
then there is days that in the pain and sorrow we smother
You will never be forgotten
and as for the new cousin you never got to meet
he will hear all about Cam-Cam and know that he is called Blue
in honor of you
We love and miss you so much through the wind
we long to feel your touch
My dearest young man
pretend right now that we are hand in hand
I love you so much baby
For now I must go
God Bless your soul
drop in a bucket
the molecules dont stay still
moving before our motion
expression in many facets
the dimensions beyond a mention
these edges erased with questions
this isnt supposed be understood
is how ive come to understand
over analysis, exhausting our chance
to know what balance is
the lost are hand fed the cost
of cowardice
double crossed the callousness
this land is made from the tender it harvested
lender for partial attendance and partnership
sending the spark through electrons and consciousness
offerings of seeing a difference an animate object is
join me in gaining distance
full circle to feel resistance
hydrogen as a witness
what is this place's wishes?
Every time I see a flower I see your face inside
I love to look at flowers, their beauty cannot hide
See, flowers are so beautiful in ways that we can know
Through sweetly scented petals, in colors of rainbows
Bouquets of lovely orchids, bring thoughts and memories
Of dreamy dreams of meadow walks, and picnics under trees
I've had all sorts of dreams with you, walking lover's lanes
And always we are hand in hand, that common thread remains
Connecting all my thoughts of you with one unbroken twine
That weaves its way and sews the stitch that seals those thoughts as mine
I see your face right now my dear, do you know? I don't suppose
But if you could see me here right now, I'm looking at a rose