Best Calenders Poems
Though it wasn't long, time is eternal and is only limited by clocks and calenders we perceive.
A feeling, a yearning for someone else's soul. To bond with, to feel love for that soul. To care for that person. Love has no limits, one month or one year. Love and time are something we humans will never fully understand.
Then is the first moment comes as you sit alone and realize, your love is gone. It’s very existence seems to have left, extinct but not forgotten. That moment when you feel all hope is lost.
The first tear falls, evolving into streams of pain running down the cheeks she once and held. Walking alone with only a black shadow expressing that lost and cold soul inside.
So cold on the inside and out, as the brisk and dead depression blinds, then canvases your face. Then slithering up to your thoughts slashing whatever hope you managed to salvage.
That's when it feels like the end is near. Instead of a goodnight text, one sits in a corner and weeping, begging for an answer to God of why. Until you feel the once happy soul excrete out to a dark place. Then lay down and reminisce of the sweet, faint memories that once thrived so lively. Then fall asleep after hours, only to start the process all over again.
End the grief and pain
End the tears and shame
We did suffered in the hands of the rebels so we forght for peace to reign
Our future was locked up by them
Our steps were measured like witches
The killings and destructions were too much,so I walk through this memory lane
Hands in hands amonyously yet we face our greatest agony
I paused to look at the pictures on the wall,I saw mass destructions of the war and the impacts it created
Faces were painted with blood,we pray everyday and cry to the one above.
House burnt to the floor.
Our soldies fought and did their best now we call them fallen heroes
They burnt down our hospitals and we were left with zero
Pregnant women were slaughtered to know their babies gender
Teenage girls were raped,used and misused.
Schools were attacked and pupils were killed.
Teachers were used to carry out operations against their will.
Though I was young but the pictures on the wall can tell that my
people were used and misused.
Young children were trained and used as child rebels.
I learned that part of my village was a battle field,as empty shell of bullets I see
We cried for freedom and the previledge to be free
Tears overflow whenever I think about my country’s darkest memories
Pains within is what I feel,when I think about my country’s miseries
Hands in hands in harmony, we all fought and finally free.
It all lasted for eleven years as I take a look at all calenders.
Wise up Sierra Leoneans
Learn from your past
You are not a stranger to me.
I know of how you
made your life a bed of
bends and turns to heroism
The inks of your writings
are of the life of your flesh,
birthing immortal words.
I know how your name
runs down the throat of school children
and calenders bore your honour
While you left, and fed your mother with hunger
and daughter that you held dear to heart.
I know you brother,
and him, whose footsteps you followed,
Your father.
I hear Christmas is coming,
Santa songs people are humming.
Crazy days and cuddly nights,
Joy and love, fairy lights.
Hushed tones, mindless giggles
resound,sweet memories, curious glances
all around.
Yes, I hear Christmas is coming.
Can you hear the festive drumming?
Soon roast turkeys will sizzle in the oven,
puddings and dundee cakes eaten by the
ton.
Munching on piles of dried fruits and
cookies,
and women will be exchanging juicy
recipes.
Christmas will forever remain a gem
as a special boy was born in Bethlehem.
Yup, I hear Christmas is coming,
dancing with guitars strumming.
Baubles and bright lights dangling from
trees,
children coming out of grottos with
freebies.
It's this festival that teaches giving.
Do some good deeds while you're living.
In Heaven Jesus is praying for our
survival,
I'm sure He is hasty for His arrival.
Ho! Ho! Ho! I hear Christmas is coming.
It is time for redeeming.
Folks on the streets are dancing and
singing,
Even the grumpy ones seem to be
enjoying.
Christmas miracles touch all mankind.
Grouches become givers, selfish become
kind.
No reasons for sadness, no excuses for
failing,
the spirit of Christmas heals the ailing.
It's true Christmas is coming.
The joyous fever is just resuming.
In everyone is seen childhood innocence.
Intimacy and charity is common for once.
Chocolate coins and Advent calenders are
in vogue,
Visits are frequent to a Church or
Synagogue.
Everyone joins in to celebrate Christmas.
They have waited for this day with
eagerness.
Chanting in the air, Christmas is coming.
Let's see what this Christmas will bring
the A tragedy dear to the hart chase i wonder how hard
of not listening a life in kingdom for each player of
Cant be a show off more to life inside five times and more too
Lots a Noise trevor hold on to love woe explain the colors
to things, belongings names are in my hearts
I can not tell who- all the fire around of god please yer love
what can be a truth nor to worry base then i have days and
not i only; me, me to all fumbles more calenders more
that eternal God love lose lost if not then i have some fun-
like, would you, believe yes fun and let it go
dont worry child if I can't, big life
to be old of age it was said in me no master baton
and then to a die three times awaiting just the local all
if in sins regard cork although bed dem well the night be done
less than a love bold to guess funny loom well freak for the night
oh so more tales tell think happy fire and i wall have God-
heart of mine awake fighting began huge his love in my xlight
me in ill then yell virtually always the inside and out
how it transfix is in the skate civil! of me and just dreams
no more a mall stale were ye then but now? from a work of life
1-21-2013 The Best of Afternoons
Lying awake,I could see the light of day,
Through the door ,that of a keyhole,
Out of my opening eyes I notice, the lazy clock reaches up as the candle light did,
Somewhat like the night before,
On the wall,my calenders' picture,
A monkey in a sailor's suit with a pageboy haircut,
The summer breeze sneaks a glimps of future funny poses,
What will the future bring,hopefully more that just monkey business,
As in slow motion at first,surely- I race into the openess,
Seemingly resilient from a restless night of dreaming,
Through the sound of a far-a-way intuition calling,
Me out from into the sunlight,away from these cumbersome blues.
Is the show over yet cause I’m barely alive
seemingly upset but overjoyed with a new sense of accomplishment
Has rushed
Over me
Over you
Over anyone within a ten block radius
An orchestrated string of events being pulled in by a whirlwind of summer night air
I’m indulging the rich and starving the poor
Aren’t I grand?
They heard I was in town but forgot to mark their calenders
showing up as the lock was placed on the door
Bring back the accolades I traded in a long time ago for workmanship
I crafted my skills
now I’m at the top of my game
yet still a bottom
She hasn’t given up yet
I’m in for it now
Forty hours of mascara and dance hall moves only God would regret watching
a possible pervert?
a ridiculous skank on the verge of letting out an organic sigh of relief?
This reeks of ravage
our clothes shine like nobody's business in the corner of the room
Just lick
The sorority
Daring blanket art
Chivalry through a nuance
Am I hitting the spot yet?
Have I reached the point when I’ll be thanked for my technique?
If I could at least get a signature I could blow this popsicle stand to hell and back
Trust me the devil will appreciate what I’ve done with the place
He’ll grant me access to illustrious dining halls and ocean views
a personal caterer so I can pick at the meat of the sinners
It’s about time
I can’t hold it back anymore
our panting will silence the Earth
hot breath will eradicate treelines and cityscapes
For everyone to witness., but mostly just her
mostly
It is the 2012 world scare.
I wonder how they dare,
They look at the Mayan calender of years past,
They say the world may end at last.
Do they not reason
Has it become a thing of this season .
The Mayan's were all killed off,
Is that not reason enough.
For you see the calenders were done in slabs,
Inserted in the form of tabs.
They were done in blocks of time,
If they survived all would be fine.
Then comes along another scare,
Again how do they dare,
Tell me the sun spots will hit the earth .
Please now I am full of mirth.
Roll of the dice, a trillion to one,
Please tell me if I am well done.
I sit and shake my head,
Foolish ideas I am going to bed.
Cupboard is empty and the sink is full.
Crumbs on the counter and dust on the sill.
Blanket and pillows on the couch.
Heart and souls hollow like an empty pouch.
Trouble came knocking, so I locked the door.
It's the only company I get, I've become such a bore.
Daily calenders over a week behind.
The clock keeps ticking and tightens the bind.
How em I doin?
It's not hard to see.
From inside these walls.
Phones disconnected, so no one calls.
Some might think that's what I want.
But like others, I know how the past can haunt.
How ya doin?
They ask.
Just fine, I say, as I turn and run away.
To when times were simpler and only in my mind.
Blinds are drawn.
I barely know if it's dusk or dawn.
Climates at 68, don't know the season.
Goin outside, there seems no reason.
Modern invention tells me all that I could want to know.
But, doesn't fill my heart.
And leaves my room with such a dim dull glow.
I DON'T KNOW
IT'S HARD FOR ME TO SAY
ONE DAY WE WERE
TALKING ABOUT THIS AND THAT
I STARTED SEEING THINGS HER WAY
GUESS I GAVE IN
WE STARTED BEING FREINDS
TOOK OUR TIME
THAT'S WHEN OUR LOVE BEGAN
WE STARTED TALKING ABOUT
CALENDERS AND KEEPING
TRACK OF THINGS
I FOUND HER TO BE SOMEONE
YOU COULD LOVE
THAT'S WHEN EVERYTHING CHANGED
FOUND MY EVERYTHANG
REMEMBER THE DAY THINGS CHANGED
WE STOPPED ACTING STRANGE
THAT'S WHEN EVERYTHING CHANGED
GOT IN LINE
TOOK MY TURN
THEY SAID I WAS CRAZY
A LESSON LEARNED
WHEN THEY ALL FELL OFF
I STAYED IN
SHE STARTED APPRECATING ME
AND WE BECAME FREINDS
DAY BY DAY
WE STUCK TO IT
MADE TIME FOR US
HELD ON TO IT
THEN ONE DAY
WE SET A DATE
INVITED ALL
COME ALL DON'T BE LATE
It is me, inside & outside,
movement of sensuous self.
Time sails through the mind,
a silken thread unbroken in names.
If only the death would erase the fear.
If only the other self meets my roots
and stir up the inner sap.
Reaching the end,
you tell me to remember
your name to latch on to memories,
to collect all the pieces
of conceptual loss & gains.
How we were fooling ourselves?
Nothing is left between us
to celebrate the dreams.
All the stray thoughts
could not give us insight
we were dusted off from start
to finish in our loneliness.
Once it was a glory
to watch carnations in our eyes,
now I am mourning the death of calenders.
SATISH VERMA
Acceptance Is DifficultY.
Hard for me to share.VerY DifficultY.
Places poems rhymes and times.
Women that I never ever saw.
Some idea of missing what I never knew.
Clouds aer linned with silver
and with lightening too.
Acceptance of a future memory.
Pining for a lost childhood.
Living in the present past.
Turning back inside myself,
running in the straitest line,
marking lines of darkness,
trailing fears behind me.
Calenders aer marked in time.
Fishing has to bee
done early
in the mourning.
Acceptance Is DifficultY.
Hard for me to share.VerY DifficultY.
Places poems rhymes and times.
Women that I never ever saw.
Some idea of missing what I never knew.
Clouds aer linned with silver
and with lightening too.
Acceptance of a future memory.
Pining for a lost childhood.
Living in the present past.
Turning back inside myself,
running in the straitest line,
marking lines of darkness,
trailing fears behind me.
Calenders aer marked in time.
Fishing has to bee
done early
in the mourning.
Dear Pops,
How does it feel on the other side?
Have you made friends or are u lonely?
Does it get dark at night or shines all thru?
Did you find the narrow path or saw the broad one?
Do they have calenders or mark anniversaries?
Do angels really have wings and heaven made of gold?
Pops, can you see us from up above?
Can you see how broken mum is?
The nights have been long and the day very cold,
We take turns to console her even if we also are broken inside,
Can you see how we have struggled on our own?
Time has failed to heal our hearts,
Nature has failed to abhor the vacuum.
We know we can't bring you back,
A million tears wouldn't change your mind ,
We have prayed and accepted our fate,
We will have to live through the pain even if it hurts, till it hurts no more.
We have fixed a date to lay you to eternal rest,
We pray you find peace on the other side
Rest easy pops till we meet to part no more.
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