Best Be Full Poems
An abundance of fragrant florets
constant reminder of regrets
Although they consume the misty air
they seem stale, because you're not there
Your absence has left a hollow void
Ghosts haunt turning the mind paranoid.
Just another day without you
Oh my love if only you knew
How the guitar still strums your song
One more day alone seems so wrong
The hands of time are no friends of mine
Growing old, should have been our shrine
In your world full of confusion
Life can be full of delusion
My love for you still remains supreme
Our reunion is my last dream
Just another day without you
Oh my love if only you knew
how the guitar still strums your song
One more day alone seems so wrong
The heart craves to hear your sweet voice
but your departure has left no choice
Now only silence is what I hear
Life has no sound without you near.
Only the room vibrating with cries
Won't you save me from this demise
Come before this dancer's heart dies
Bless me with one last sight of your eyes
Just another day without you
Oh my love if only you knew
how the guitar still strums your song
One more day alone seems so wrong
Still that guy who made your heart go 'wow'
Don't say its that final curtain bow
Senorita don't forget our vow
My beloved come back to me now
Just another day without you
Oh my love if only you knew
how the guitar still strums your song
One more day alone seems so wrong
The Silent One
Simple Musing
3 November 2017
As my spirit look down on the flesh,
Will it be angry or happy at death,
Will the life that I have lived be an inspiration,
Or will the whispers be negative conversations,
Will the church be full or will it be empty,
Will the tributes be 2,or will it be plenty,
Will the few that knew me laugh at me,
Or will children and elders cry for me,
Killed violently,would someone die for me,
Would my over-seas friends,really fly for me,
When "Across the Bridge"is sung,and the dust thrown in,
Will I be spotless or filled with sin,
Will the pastor preach that the Lord I had found,
When I am burnt or put under the ground,
Will my kids be comforted,I prepared for death,
Or will they be angry,I left them in debt,
One thing is for sure,death for the living,
So live your life to the the fullest,from the beginning....
A very wise woman once said I must write just for me.
Let there be no other reason for e x p r e s s i n g my soul-
For I have l o n g e d for this passion to continue for eternity,
and at my worst is when my journal seems to be full.
LET my pen proclaim my adoration for only my heart-
Let my verses s c r e a m my insight for only my eyes to see.
If there are souls who would like to t e a r my words apart,
then I shall sit back and let it go calm and quietly.
No other can determine MY worth as a poetess,
I am who I am and happen to appreciate my benediction.
Tonight I will s o f t l y lay in bed and sincerely digress
on the meaning of what my QUILL bestows without restriction.
I may not be famous or hold a popular moment in the light,
I may not be the best at every l i t t l e thing that I do-
I can sure be stubborn and I’ll admit, not always right,
but s e r v i n g my internal purpose I shall ALWAYS continue.
My pen loves to rhyme and my parchment loves my pen.
I have become a woman with whom has great worth.
Then please tell me why I seem to get so upset when
I am condemned for what I WRITE when feeling mirth?
I am a child of God who pours sunshine upon every word I write,
though there may be others who don’t see the value in every word-
I will no longer be losing any more p e a c e f u l sleep at night,
and I will continue to write just for me, EVEN IF UNHEARD.
*Dedicated to a beautiful and wise poetess who taught me to write for myself. Thank you sweet lady...*
Original contest: Poem of the Day
Date Judged: April 25, 2019
Date written: September 19, 2016
For the contest, Writing Challenge 4, May 2019, No Placement Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
I wish for you long lives together
With more sunshine days than stormy weather,
To always share your laughs and tears
Support each other through your fears.
And when things get rough, as they sometimes will
Take each others hand and climb that hill.
When life is good and you're on cloud nine,
Rejoice and be thankful that all is fine.
I pray your life together will be blessed
Always try to do your best,
Hug, love be faithful and strong,
May your journey together be full of song.
To one another always be true,
These are the things that I wish for you.
2nd June 2017
I wrote and read this in Church yesterday for the marriage of my daughter Lucy and son in lawTom. Such a magical day was had by all. Blessings to them.
I open my door to a brand new year,
and take a first step with jubilant glee;
a new beginning- want to jump and cheer!
Of all past luggage I plan to be free,
as blissful as a song bird in a tree;
as buzzing joyfully as a spring bee.
Snowflakes are falling to caress and kiss,
on a park pond ducks still drift, oh delight;
I am joyful for a scene such as this!
When I let nature inside it feels right,
whether it be summer or frozen white;.
even if spring or fall- or day, or night.
With my new year energy I am thrilled,
I plan to smile, to laugh, and with joy sing;
gloating - resolutions will be fulfilled!
I am in rapture over the whole thing,
to this fun awesome journey I will cling;
even, when sad sorrow threatens my wing.
I will rise above all weeping sadness,
and will be full of jubilant madness.
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January 4, 2019
Poetry/Urban Sonnet/New Year - New Beginning
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1101-018-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Jubilant Joy
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
The newborn wolves, March babies, cannot see.
They need their mothers, like all creatures do.
In just two weeks, they crawl; then wondrously,
they view their world through open eyes of blue.
A few days pass; and it’s not too long when
they stand and walk; they whimper and they yelp,
then learn to fight while playing in their den,
but in the meantime, they will still need help.
Fed by their pack, the grey wolf pups get strong.
With family, they’ll never be alone.
The months go by so fast. It won’t be long
before the winter when they'll be full grown.
When new March babies come, they’ll do their part,
for in the pack, the grey wolf shows his heart.
Written 3/28/2015 for shadow Hamilton's Canis Lupus the Wolf Contest
In A Perfect World-Celebrating my Faves
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
If life was perfect there would be no more cancer...
There would be no more painful treatments, but more cleansing
of your bones. If only I could drain out your marrow and fill it
with my tender kisses. Every time I see that IV I want to rip it out
and burn it, sending it to the oblivion of hell. You would be living a
healthy, happy and joyous life. Free from the daily struggle to stay alive.
If life was perfect you would be sleeping next to me...
I would wake up and gaze at your perfect skin as you slowly breathe
in and out..in and out..in and out...
Now there is no more breath to feel gently on my neck.
Nights would bring intimacy instead of sorrow,
and mornings would bring me hungry for breakfast,
instead of starving for your touch.
If life was perfect I would hear your soft voice...
Vocalizing with you would be enough to carry me through another
dreadful day. My phone would ring and I would memorize every word you
said and play the tape over and over again. The tone you would portray would
be full of excitement instead of tearful goodbyes. "Oh, please keep talking,
don't let me go...."
If life was perfect we would dance under the constellations.
Hand in hand...body next to body...two becoming one...
with a whisper of tunes we danced to at our wedding. No more bed ridden
days and praying for you to take one more breath. I had a fear of your last breath,
and when it happened my heart stopped beating and my lungs choked up as
I drowned in memories of us under the sad moon. I have named a star after you,
it's called “My Love Sirius”. It shines all night allowing me to see you protect the
earth, like you protected me.
If life was perfect....
our journey of love would be shouted for every year we are on earth together...
"In A Perfect World" Contest
~1st Place~
Date Written: February 15, 2016
If I were a Who,
From down in Who-ville.
I’d be called Ra-who-l,
Cooking on my Who-grill.
I’d IM my friends,
On my Ya-Who.
I’d always be happy,
For Who-ville’s not blue.
I’d be full of enjoyment,
I’d be yelling who-ray.
I’d have a rende-who,
With my friends today.
For all the Who-girls,
And all the Who-boys.
Would gather around,
With all their who-toys.
I’d still write my poems,
On Poetry S-who-p.
For all of my friends,
There’d be a tribute.
And you could find me,
All over Who-tube.
I’d be a Who-poet,
If I were a Who.
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Inspired by Dr. Seuss
I am going to start this brand New Year,
with a tranquil song in my heart!
I will look at my deepest thoughts,
and find all the hurt of the past,
the sorrow and all the anger.
And in the flame of my mind all will burn away,
until only ashes remain on this new day.
Self love and hope will then be mine,
It will radiate from my soul,
and my heart will reflect great peace.
I am going to start this brand New Year,
with a tranquil song in my heart!
I will find joie de vivre,
and carry the sun in my soul,
and the moon in a golden place.
I will pour everything into my dancing,
my pen will bleed beauty into my writing.
Compassion, joy, patience, and truth,
are my new companions for life.
I will walk with a new attitude.
I am going to start this brand New Year,
with a tranquil song in my heart!
I will smell this life's sweet fragrance,
drinking in all the great beauty,
till my last day my glass will be full.
But, inside I weep for the war ravaged dying,
for all those victims lost, homeless and starving.
I will find ways that I can help,
I will make time for the homeless.
This is day one of forever.
I am going to start a brand New Year,
with a tranquil song in my heart!
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December 26, 2016
Poetry/Ballad/A New Song
Copyright Protected, ID 16-861-116-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Welcome 2017
Sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place
Standing at the church awaiting his bride,
‘twas meant to be the best day of his life;
When she arrives, she is not by his side.
His bitter tears he can no longer hide,
grieving for the one due to be his wife.
Standing at the church awaiting his bride
The coffin appears; her body inside,
She couldn’t be saved; the cancer was rife.
When she arrives, she is not by his side.
Looking to heaven, he prays God will guide,
giving him succour, at this time of strife.
Standing at the church awaiting his bride,
If she could see him she’d be full of pride;
they will meet again in the afterlife.
When she arrives, she is not by his side,
In his memory she’ll always reside.
his heart is broken; pain cuts like a knife.
Standing at the church awaiting his bride;
when she arrives, she is not by his side.
Contest - Shadow Hamilton – Villanelle’s and Terzanelle’s Only
My first attempt at Villanelle form
11th June 2105
Dear freinds, poetry soupers!
So sorry I've not been around lately for I have a message to the world, THE GIFT! I now am presenting a TV show called Mind, Body and Sol here in Spain. I have also started my second book, my poems will be posted! love you all!!!!
THE GIFT is the answer of a bright new dawn
The law of attraction in poetry form
These poems guide you to a life of success
They are simple instructions, one can easily digest
I live by the law and my life is so sweet
I would love to share this inspirational treat
What I think about I bring about, It's incredibly true
It's all in the THE GIFT about dreams that come true
We all need hope, and now is the time
The key to success, a changing of minds
When you take this on trust, what you are about to read
It will show you how, in life to succeed.
The theory has been around for thousands of years
But been kept a secret, so it appears
Now it’s out, of this there is no doubt
I would like to tell you what it’s all about.
What you are thinking, and how you feel
Is creating your future, It's called the law of attraction
And on this subject, I have been very well tutored
Life seems to be full of highs and lows
We all need a shield for the knocks and the blows
Controlled thoughts, and controlled feelings
Will grant you your wishes, and all you are dreaming.
Nothing comes easy, like learning to drive
But when you have mastered it well, your spirits alive
Nothing can stop you; you're well on your way
Confidence takes over, it’s a brighter day
The same on this subject, in which that I write
For when you have mastered the concept
Your goals are in sight, you become what you think about
Sounds crazy but true, It's all in the poems
Written solely for you.
Read the rhymes, over and over
THE GIFT will be your 4 leaf clover
We all have the power, we all can succeed
Enjoy the poems
TAKE IN WHAT YOU READ!!!!!!!!
Thegiftifonlyyouknew.com
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A Pause Long Enough
I don't mind
if you sit
at the head of the table
I have no desire
to take your place from you
You can tell me your stories
Yes you can tell me of your many accomplishments
I will give of my ears
by listening intently
I will ask you questions
for I know how much you love to answer
We will celebrate you together
I will be interested
for I know that is what you need
All the while I am hoping
that you might wish to see
but a small part of me
That you might momentarily glimpse in my direction
That your eyes won't glaze over when I speak
I pray there might be enough air for me to breathe
Perhaps if I wait long enough
listen more intently
If I offer you more praise
Maybe you will be full enough
satiated
For then you might
look at me
Ask me what is important
read my heart
For in writing I find a pause
long enough for me to express
To answer those questions I ask of myself
The questions I wish you would ask
Yet somehow I know you won't ask
at least not now
For you do not have the inclination or desire to ask
For you do not wish to waste a single breath
on me....
You get to walk into a new day
While someone would give anything
To see a new day unfold
You get to inhale a breath of fresh air
While somewhere someone is struggling
For every breath they take
Your life might be full of challenges
While someone would give their last
Just to feel something,
Just to feel anything again
Your today might not be what you had in mind
But in this instant someone would love
To have just an inch of what you have
Do not measure your capacity by the lack of something
Measure it by the grace you walk in
Because every step and
Every breath
Speaks of grace
Even through pain
Even through heartache
Broken doesn't mean finished product
It means in production to refinery
©123016022016
For years the witches have gathered
Practicing their satanic rites of insanity
How many people have they butchered
Secluded, in this forested den of iniquity
Open fields surrounding the plateau
Making it hard to approach undetected
The going will be arduous, and slow
Foolishly believing they are protected
The moon always seems to be full
A shadow my only friend this night
I step over the warning ring of skulls
Easing toward the campfires light
I see four hags have selected a child
They begin branding his pale white skin
Odor of burning flesh, senses defiled
As the boy screams, my legs weaken
Pulling my broadsword free of its sheath
Slipping quietly behind the four witches
Barely feeling the sharp bite of its teeth
A just reward for practicing their fetishes
Standing beside the child I view the brands
The number 666, adorns his petite frame
Could this be the boy spoken of in legends
Born of Jackal's, heir to Satan’s domain
Gazing into his eyes, lost in the darkness
Aware I’ve saved the stealer of souls
I will not be a part of this evil madness
Raising my sword, one more head must roll
Out in the night
A wolf howls.
Dogs bark and coyotes chatter.
The birds are still;
Silence is their shroud.
Stars twinkle overhead.
Saturn turns and spins like a top.
Nothing is lost in that vast night
While owls hunt,
And bats dart like crooked bullets.
It is a portrait of calm
Predators of the night stalk for meat.
Ears and eyes for the night
Are on full alert.
Death awaits, giving life.
Earth's sustenance is full;
There is enough.
Nothing is wasted in this plan
Of grand nature's design.
Pain is for a moment,
Then life goes on.
The hunter and the hunted
Never sleep,
They only doze in fits and starts.
Soon a killer will be full.
Soon the nightly prey
Will be silent and torn.