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Like the Evening Star guided ancient mariners through calm or troubled seas
Let it guide and help spread this message of Peace to the far ends of galaxies
May it become the ‘Swan Song Poem’ of all time for one and all to see and perhaps even reach world leaders.
Please Share it and make this a powerful message.
(This ‘Pyramid of Peace’ concept was devised by Winged Warrior and Maria Williams)
Written in conjunction with the input of the remarkable Poets of this Poetic community.
Thanks all our friends, let’s spread the word.
May the ambient Angel's singing adorn this blessed earth - ~Winged Warrior~
Lay our cares and troubles aside linking arms as in rebirth - ~Maria Williams~
Let the armada of love set sail
To kiss the shores of those who need healing - ~Silent One~
And across the seas of difference
To hearts in need of loving - ~Carole Duet~
Open our heart and souls in giving, thus we truly live - ~Robert J.Lindley~
May we find the strength and conviction to love and forgive - ~Paul Callus~
And bring smiles to others by the way that we live - ~Becca Tegan~
Accepting our task beyond any reason or control - ~Cecilia Crasto~
Assiduously all souls strive for the very same goal - ~White Wolf~
Help me, O Lord, to regain that wide-eyed compassion and peace that comes with trust - ~Victor Buhagiar~
A prayer for the vision to see beauty and love in the living world around us
Peaceful bodies, peaceful minds
A peaceful world when our love combines - ~Arturo Michael~
May the world find joy in the winds of peace - ~Joseph May~
The thunder of war will be silenced when humanity’s roar for peace is heard - ~Demetrios Trifiatis~
Praying for the day when hostilities cease - ~Vijay Pandit~
May you watch over us as we travel the path of life - ~John Gondolf~
When this world is full of troubles gone rife
Let us as poets bring together a life without strife - ~Brenda Chiri~
Though time zones separate us like a vagrant breeze
We are connected by our willingness to share our selves with our hearts' ease -
Whether young or old, big or small, we wish for peace for one an all -~raw thinker~
Let there be light to shine the way for each other today - ~Heidi Sands~
While angel wings cradle us with their warmth as we pray - ~Eve Roper~
Let there be righteous examples of kindness to show us the way - ~Andrea Dietrich~
Sharing sapiential pearls of peace in spiritual strands of unity - ~Susan Ashley~
We will set sail on a peaceful voyage from now to eternity - ~Martin Williams~
May the flowers of peace outgrow the weeds of war - ~Robert Haigh~
And tranquil grasses be not imbrued red anymore - ~George V~
Drink from the fountain of his love and ye shall thirst no more - ~Annieve Leonardi~
That man war no more ten thousand angels sent to sing
To this humble place 'A Star of Peace' this night would bring - ~Old Buck~
Fill our hearts with your heavenly joy so we find true happiness - ~Akkina Downing~
Blessed be our union in prayer as we implore your kindness - ~Afzal Nusker~
My heart fills with wonder at celestial creations
Gleaming Peace not just for me but for entire nations - ~Judith S~
Huddled as one in winter’s dark, may unity light salvation’s spark- ~Ilona Rapp~
Profound closing words from our friend, a spiritual and philosophic guru -
No land or sea would ever be so vast
To prevent us, my dear brother, my caring sister,
From building the blessed by heavens bridge of peace and love
End prayer by ~Gary Bateman~
May Almighty God in His most divine and infinite wisdom help and guide all people and societies of our mortal world to begin the process of healing the divisions and problems that tear us asunder,
And that we all pledge to especially help those who are least fortunate among us. Amen!!
May it be you journey on
To light the day - When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
Believe and you will find your way
A promise lives within you now
~A Happy, Safe and Peaceful Christmas to One and All~
An Invitation -
All are welcome to join - please feel free to Soup Mail me an approximate a 15 syllable contribution and I’ll gladly add your entry to the Poem.
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017
(NOTHING MORE TO SAY)
I've seen the way you look at me
I've seen the way you look at them
Without wanting to admit, you hate everything I stand for
Lying to yourself, you are sweet, caring and better
Still, you look at me and hate everything I stand for
You are a cheat - A liar - A toilet flushing down rain
You seek and want my attention, yet you have no domain
Your THANK YOU's are cheaper than a grin on a Walmart bag
The light - The light - That shines upon your expression
Nothing more than.....
Sour grapes traveling towards the darkest region of the sun
Yes, simple prunes basking all the time!!!!!
Shaking powdered grapes from lobe to lobe
Watching humping wild hogs who can't eat cake
---Desperately you mock yourself---
Before you draw a blank, let me remind you
You look at me and hate everything I stand for
The way I smile, carry myself every day
I never claim to be perfect, but better with no anvil
You can't bear the way I stand in front of the soap display
I embrace with all my spirit, at the end of every day
I'm so glad I am nothing like you or them
In reality, I judged you the moment you walked in
Before the year ends, I will end my affair right here
I have nothing more to say
I hope you all have a great new year.
TaTa SKAT in the Hat
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015
A lost guardian angel, sitting on the edge of everything
I push my shopping cart along the cracks of destiny
My house sits on the corner of every mission street
My tin coffee cup feeds on caring heartbeats
My possession is the icon of war, six missing buttons
Navy and white my grandfathers 70-yr-old military tunic.
My Jacket- My blanket
My Jacket from which I am inseparable
My Jacket - represents the mobility of life
This Jacket is my home.
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
You asked me the other day, my friend, who
I am you in another body!
Yes, it is true,
Look how much the same we are,
No matter what,
I am born and die
Suffer and enjoy
Love and hate, just
I am a father, a brother, a son,
A mother, a sister, a daughter, just
Happiness I seek, family to raise I wish,
Peace to find I look for, just
I heal, just
I cry, just
We are alike
We are the same
We are brothers, children of
A unique father
My brother, my friend, my ally,
Why have we:
To destroy and
Our seas that narrow?
Our oceans that small ?
Our lands so limited to
Contain all of us?
Is it the case that
Our hearts are not big enough
Our minds not so wide-open to
Enfold all mankind?
Listen to me, my other self,
It is up to us to change this world, we
Have inherited, with its:
Virtues and vices
History and culture
Flaws and merits
Try to make it
Kinder and a more
Obliterating harmful beliefs
Demolishing injurious divisions
Destroying detrimental distrust
Annihilating racism and
Eradicating the erroneous feeling of
Bring the dawn of a new loving world,
Of universal brotherhood
With peace in our hearts, liberated we
Would be from
Past’s deleterious tribulations
For myriads of years, have kept us, fighting
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 MARCH 2015
NOTE! Today because of the “ World Day Against Racism” my moral duty, couldn’t
let me stay away!
This poem of mine is an old poem of 2013 that has been edited and improved today thus it is posted now as a new poem!
* I did this for all my friends who wish me to come back. I will come back when I am ready! Thank you for your love!
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015
Deep cuts from within.
She faced bravely the many hardships of womanly life
How did she end up like this?
Severe depression after her first mental breakdown
Sorrow oppressed what was willed
At present in the parallel universe,
Never aware of the world left behind
She will catch a brief glimpse of this world
---where everything is different.
Losing the veil in which includes time,
Aging without caring death awaits!
Her different personality replaces reality
Things appear normal in her eyes.
Although captivate in her own mind,
She feels this is freedom.
Being heavily burdened--
Every day she stares into different mirrors,
Smiling in her bipolar face
Without knowing insanity put her mind at ease.
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013
The chalendar shouts it
15 years ago..you breathed your last
and I still see you in dreams
and I still miss you, Mama
I’m sitting here
in front of the screen
wondering….what it would be like
to see your smile again
wondering if you’d be proud of my work
I write, Mama
I write poetry
But you knew that
I wrote you many poems
and you loved my lines
You always believed in me
and you believed that one day
I’d make it as a writer
and you made me promise
to always sign my maiden name
after everything I write
so that the world would know
where the talent came from
you were so proud of me
I’m crying, Mama
I miss you so much
You made me who I am
I’m just another reflection of you
in love with words
in love with life
in love with people
in love with passion
the well respected Bible scholar
the one with a caring heart whom
the one with the ready smile
But MS had a hold on you
even before I came to be
and I had to witness
you succumbing to its power
It changed my happy dreams
into nightmares of losing you
I saw it all, Mama
As I was growing up…
I saw it all
And I died a million deaths
Waiting for the time that you would go
And you left, Mama
You left me
You prayed to go
to be free from your wheelchair
and you are asleep in Him now
waiting for the trumpet call
when you will be awaked from your slumber
your smile no longer crooked
your body no longer bent
your voice beautiful again...
how you mourned the loss of your voice, Mama
you will sing again…
you will run and dance
and pick flowers
I will be there, Mama
When you awake up..
I will be there to hold you and kiss you
and thank you for giving me life
and making me who I am
But for now…Mama,
I need to cry
I miss you…
March 19 is always a reminder
of what I’ve missed all these years
a mother beside me
to guide me and love me
and to tell me that everything
everything is going to be Ok in the end
but I carry you in my heart
now and forever…
You are with me, Mama
I love you!
I'll see you on the other side!
where there will be no more death
no more crying or sickness or pain
no more MS!
March 19 will be no more
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Isaiah 57: 1 & 2- The righteous perish,
and no one takes it to heart;
the devout are taken away,
and no one understands
that the righteous are taken away
to be spared from evil.
2 Those who walk uprightly
enter into peace;
they find rest as they lie in death.
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015
A Last Poem for You, My Mate
If Death comes calling in colorful spring
I hope it will come in the month of May
When our garden is filled with fragrant blooms
That you have tended in your caring way.
Pansies and daisies with their sweet faces
Look up to agapanthus lofty height.
Each bloom as diverse as we are humans,
Each offers beauty to my love's delight.
Please don't come in summer when school is out,
Time with our grandchildren I cherish so.
I can't think of ruining their fun time
I'm pleading, in summer, don't make me go.
The times that we share at the pool or parks
Is precious to me as watching them grow.
They fill my heart with such laughter and joy
I feel their love too...I'm letting you know.
Oh Death, come in autumn, my favored time.
When green leaves turn scarlet, orange and gold.
My eyes feast on beauty of changing trees,
Grateful for my seasons of growing old.
Autumn transcends my soul's true endeavors
To leave with you poetic words, my mate.
My legacy...to our generations
As we must all accept Death as our fate.
In winter, a time of quiet and rest...
When reflections of past mirror our views
And we watch as our life spreads before us
If it’s time to leave, I wish I could choose.
However Death, should you come in winter,
When the Earth like my hair is bathed in white,
I'd embrace your visit in my winter
To dwell forever in God's divine light.
My Muse, Mortal - Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Gregory R. Barden
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2018
Shadow not over the words of love
Love is a language known only to the heart
Hear it in the wind and the birds above
Paint it on a canvas skin and call it art
Eternal beauty walks among us all
Seekers of knowledge may know its name
But true wisdom lies in hearing its call
As the oceans causes the moon to wane
Its gentle touch, abundantly crystalline
Euphoric in nature, its secret is kept
With its healing powers all part divine
Though many an angel from love has wept
Compassion and caring, make love's trinity
And kindness a guide that leads to bliss
So make love your one and true reality
For you are worth much more than this
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2017
With his icy fingers he stole my smokey breath,
laid a sheet of slippery freezing cold by my feet
and then whispered in my ear right to the drum
that echoed in my brain with excruciating pain.
She, his wife was of a complete different temperament
quietly without fuss she crafted blanched cotton flakes,
each a masterpiece, unique as if she retained every design
she had ever imagined so each time she could create anew.
He however with his bravado with his swelled chest
would pepper speeding glass-like pellets into the air.
Sting our faces without regret. Salt our wounds.
Mercilessly bite into our flesh with his frosted fangs.
Daintily she'd sprinkle the sky with the magic of her cheer
feather the atmosphere in a delicate splatter of alabaster.
Layer by layer she laid soft sheets of snow to the delight
of everyone alike creating a playground of endless mirth.
His breath reeked of dreams frozen, nipped in the bud.
Already he had high jacked his sisters, the Autumn twins
sent them packing, hurried, gathering their rustic garments.
He had no love of his siblings except his baby sister, Spring.
His wife loving and caring would temper his yearly onslaught.
She knew of his pain, deep, abandoned by his father Summer.
At times she'd blow slightly warmer air to provide respite for
us mere humans and allow the sun to warm our weary bones.
They would sit together and it was her would bring out
the albums of family photos view pictures of his mother.
Her smile like music would soothe his stone cold heart.
He loved, when she'd visit in the guise of an Indian Summer.
With his icy fingers he stole my smokey breath.
I felt her presence there to temper his harsh avail.
Winter had arrived but when they walked as one
this magnificent couple dressed in their royal winter whites,
without a second thought you would bow in front of their regal
stance, a sight to behold, one that encompassed the entire land.
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name: Seasons
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015
I asked you what I have done wrong
But there is no response - just a stony silence
No words can convey my guilt, my inner sadness
This will be my last goodbye
My final letter to you my love
Tears flow down my ashen face
Tears of sadness, tears of regret
Tears fall on the paper as I write
They mingle with the damp blue ink
The inky water leaches into the paper
Its colour starts to bleed and spread
Until it fades into nothingness
I am empty, devoid of emotion
I can say no more
Forgive me for being me
Forgive me for caring
Forgive me for loving you
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
You hit when I was low
The pain you caused, you know
Threw dust on glitter glow
Made weeds of sorrow grow
Cued pent-up tears to flow
You hit when I was low
You hit when I was down
Made me a freak show clown
Took jewels from my crown
Gave not a smile but frown
Held me until I drown
You hit when I was down
You hit when I was sad
Made good turn sour, bad
Streaked pain into my glad
Bandied words like “mad”
Spilled ink on writing pad
You hit when I was sad
You hit when I was lost
Clueless to what it cost
Flowers: blighted in frost
My sentiments you tossed
My boundaries you crossed
You hit when I was lost
You looked down from on high
Not hearing heavy sigh
Not seeing tears I cry
Not caring if I die
And Still you don't know why…
To you I’ve said, “Goodbye”
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015
Cleaning out my refrigerator, an ice cube slides to the floor
startling the cat, and interrupting a locomotive of thought
that often tracks me down in a beam of light---
Today it streams through a window, where everything seems marred,
by doubt, and dust, crusts of ice and sticky jello spilled on a glassy shelf.
Oh, not the first time, this revelation of light,
I've had it before while kneeling on the floor as I do now,
and many times that I've knelt on a floor,
to clean up my messes,...
praying for help, praying for light, praying for forgiveness...
and now on the floor to sponge up melting ice, water and tears
Raising a young family...a life so demanding...
Caring and nursing...two sides of the coin...
My father and children....my husband caught between...
It wasn't the impossible...but was never enough...
The time took a toll....why did it seem cold....as cold as the ice?
Could I have held out?.... Could I have been stronger?...
A little while longer....
I shiver with memory,... or is it guilt, and regret? Regret, perhaps shame?
Is it only the chill of the open fridge door?
Or is it more?... So much more?
Hmm, interesting metaphor, "a open door"..........
did I leave it open long enough,... wide enough?
Did I do all I could? All I should ? Was I patient enough? Was I all I could be?
Was I tough enough to watch someone linger,
lingering on, I ponder it now...
Difficult years......but a fraction of life, is how it appears,....
Now looking back.... black fades to gray..
but it comes back in spades, to haunt me today
A little while longer.....
I could have been stronger....
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
When I talk to you. . . I'm talking to the wall
to photos arranged
across from where you hung the paintings
made by your own two hands.
Set behind the dusty glass of antiquated frames -
the photos tell of family, heritage, and you
in your youthful glory. . . of you with dark lush locks
that framed the face
of a rose in bloom
When I talk to you. . . I'm talking to the birds -
two sweet parakeets
now more than a decade old.
The cage is not as clean as it was when you were in your prime
and all was immaculate!
Now someone else is caring for these birds
which tilt their little heads and inquisitively
peer at me
as if to ask: Are we supposed to understand?
meets my ears.
When I talk to you. . . .I'm talking to the air.
It smells of
antiseptics, and today your room is stifling.
I push you
in your wheelchair
to the garden, where breath of spring awaits us.
I talk to you, but we do not converse.
I look into your eyes grown pale.
Their empty stare
upon the roses. I gently pluck one up
and place it in your thinning snow white hair
Posted 8/5/13 (204 Words)
Now used for Laura Loo's the Free Verse 250 words or less Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
around the corner...just!
light brilliant...trees freshly brushed...
a breeze meandering through the grass...
a baby blue sky, an occasional cloud shaped and reshaped,
...a waterfall roars like a lion...its spray soft as a lamb.
around the corner...Just
a lovers breath against my neck...a lover's lies,
an ego lift...a seat on that pedestal men dream of...
a bold kiss...an us in a crowd...a lazy summer day
outdoor chairs...an overhead fan, an open door
around the corner...Just,
rollerblades...a mountain bike, a jaunt in the park,
a movie house...a why not...an invigorate,
a swim in a freezing cold lake...
a restaurant night...an evening walk, a club...
dancing...karaoke...being a little wild...
so many images paint my mind...
...my thoughts march one by one
to want something so bad
to fear it at the same time
Just around the corner
I get back my life,
Around the corner
the loss of a life,
just around the corner...
yes I need to do that now,
yes I can wait longer yet...
responsible for her...
consumes the life I knew
the actors, the stage, the lights, the set, the techs,
a play, my life flow...directing stage.
Just around the corner my life waits for me
Just...! Around that same corner, death waits for her
Be careful what you wish for...
Around the corner...just around the corner
two tears wait for me
one joyous...one mournful
Around the corner I want to be
Around the corner wait for me
not yet, caring for my mother...still she lives,
I can wait,
I can wait...
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest Name: Around the Corner ...
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
Heart slowly dying
Memories re-fuelling forgotten dreams
Dreams to stir
Prayers to be answered
Penned 18 December 2014
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2014
I sit here alone...wondering...how much longer this...and in hearing
the question a silent icy fear blankets my body...the answer would
come wearing both masks...tragedy...comedy...this is my life. with
freedom comes death...it hangs over me like a Mexican piñata filled
with chocolate covered blades...so each day firmly slipped into
neutral I exist...barely a choice to live...so I ask myself...how
did I get here...the answer comes thundering from up above...
a dead poet speaks...son that is the path you chose at your fork
in the road... you don't argue the truth...you just throw cold water on
your face...no...you step into a frigid shower...cleanse your thoughts
...stand in defeat happy to feel something even if it is just the pain of
your nerve endings screaming...soaking wet and naked is the only life
you presently afford yourself...there is no one to hear your tears...
what little sound they make rolling down your cheeks...they are not
self pitying but rather wanting...of a loss so deep...what in your own
self appreciation defined you...you want back your art...it...that so
often led you back to the promised land...still you are not that hot
headed fool you once were...you will not stand on the mountain only
to shatter the tablets with their ten commandments...a cooler head
prevails...so you think...like a soap opera...these are the days of my
life...I am strong and vibrant...yes I am and I will walk as slowly as I
must towards my light and yes I will come out the other side a better
man for this.
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015
She doesn't believe in quiet love
wasn't born to bleed shyly,
couldn't care about the cost of conquest,
Too beautiful to be bitter, and too young to be cynical,
a cerebral seducer, a critical killer of caution,
too clever to be a casualty of competition,
the antithesis of a quiter
a warrior woman first,
the woman for whom I thirst,
When the battles are long
with the night swallowing safety
and your armor heavy
come to me with body ready,
be naked in my handsome hands
which grip your fatigued feet as if they are my clay of choosing,
sit into me in a bath of luxurious warmth, chamomile lavender calm,
Rebel Girl, happy and hugged with your back against my caring chest,
trusting my rubbing, loving my touching,
your lips moving in silent approval,
The war will return for us
testing our bruised wings of heart,
but tonight we defend this castle of loyal love
sheltered from storm and suffering -
Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014
If I had only one gift
I'd give it to you
In hopes, you pass it along
With a Smile
Sharing is Caring
The True Meaning :)
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015
Sarah’s Story - Mental Illness
Sarah, the “Crazy Lady,” was a familiar sight,
roaming the streets any time of day or night.
Her foul body odor announced her presence,
as she paraded around in her filthy, smelly garments.
Walking barefoot regardless of the weather,
in her state of mind, she couldn’t do better.
Children teased and made fun of Sarah,
reciting ridiculing ditties, adding to the drama.
Behind her a lively entourage would follow,
taunting and calling her names creating a sideshow.
They howled with childish laughter,
as Sarah hurled angry profanities after.
An avid collector of all kinds of trash,
she transformed her abode into a garbage stash.
Sarah’s odd behavior made her fair game,
to unkind people who had no mercy or shame.
While many folks turned a blind eye,
young boys threw rocks and other missile,
at the roof and windows of the shack she occupied.
Behind bushes, they would scamper away to hide,
as Sarah furiously dashed outside,
brandishing a machete, cudgel, or broom,
screaming out curses, damnation, and doom.
Like a cancer, her mental illness had devoured her brain,
and before long, she was officially "certified insane."
Most agreed it was for her own benefit,
and for the good of society to be rid of this "misfit."
But even though she was locked away in an institution,
no psychiatric treatment could cure her mental condition.
When Sarah finally died, she was unloved and alone;
her passing was hardly noticed, and she was mourned by none.
Note: This piece was inspired by a true account. While we have made great strides in the study of mental illness and understanding it, unfortunately negative attitudes and beliefs toward people who have mental health conditions are still common. Thus, as a society, we still have a long way to go to improve our attitudes and to show more caring and compassion for those who suffer from various types of mental illness.
Contest: Mental Illness
Sponsor: Nathan D.
Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015
Are men supposed to show their strength
denying doubts and fears?
Should they pretend to play it cool
concealing all their tears?
When things build up would weakness urge
temptation to give in;
should one betray signs of defeat
because of hurt within?
There is a line where macho ends,
it’s there for all to see.
The mask is ripped and make-up melts;
emotions are set free.
For men are at their strongest point
when they are free to cry.
Why must a man lose confidence
when tears spill from the eye?
For men in touch with feelings are
a treasure trove to find.
Each woman’s dream and deep desire’s
to find one of the kind!
A man who’s strong enough to show
he has a caring side...
well, such a man is sure to be
a woman’s joy and pride.
Collaboration between Paul Callus and Eileen Manassian
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2016
if i maurice yvonne could cry
i’d spread my tears
eternal over your
( say it, dare to be bold)
(then she could taste your pain)
but i can’t shed tears anymore
(tell her why)
(you need her to know)
(no i can't she'll leave me)
(get out of my head)
my mind beats differently now
i have seen the doctor
i'm not well...kind of
(you're blowing it)
(can't you see her face)
(quiet i'm trying to think)
it's not like a normal doctor
if i could feel
(you use to. you did)
i would touch you with
the hands of a silk maker
gentle and caring and with purpose.
i was diagnosed as bipolar
(there you got it out)
(was that so hard?)
leave me alone will you
no i'm sorry not you
they gave me drugs
i don't feel like i use to
not the mountain not the waterfall
(give it a break just speak plain)
(ok yes i will)
i can't cry any more
i have no sex drive
it's the pills
oh my God
i would and more
i’d run beyond to hold you
they make me docile
you'll laugh when you hear this
because you are always with me
(don't get all mushy with her)
i miss you
(ok bud you did it)
(let's just move on)
i have no answers, but
what you're feeling
you want us to be romantic
(i can't listen to this)
(i am out of here)
before being medicated
i was passionate
so very passionate
i'll tell you though
something’s got to give
something’s got to give.
September 11 2014
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
Warts and all
She made a mistake
when she kissed a toad
No castle or carriage
She chose a rough road
He had a few warts
he wasn't debonair or cool
Others scoffed and they laughed
But our toad wasn't a fool
For love was a potion
He knew she believed
He tried so very hard
With his heart he achieved
For she was so lovely
So caring and serene
concerned only with his heart
Not the places he'd been
It wasn't very easy
it was in fact it was tough
to be in love with a princess
and have less than enough
But she never complained
Not a whimper or cry
She said he was amazing
He was her special guy
So he worked night and day
from the inside he grew
he became all he could be
the Prince that she knew
Yes they found their happy
Him kind and never a jerk
Love indeed conquers all
with a smidgen of hard work
Together they built castles
chariots and other things
Traveled on positive thoughts
and the gifts that love brings
So if you see a toad smiling
know that that toad is just me
a kiss from my princess
thankfully set me free
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2017
Standing alone on this beach
Standing alone on this beach
remembering the sun greeting the horizon,
draping an aquamarine skyline
in swirling watercolor ribbons
enticing twilight to make an appearance
and the seashells we collected
while leaving our footprints
beneath a cheerful summer moon
sharing warm kisses as
cool water caressed our toes
where you drew a heart in the sand,
and we stood inside promising
to love each other forever,
then counted every star in the heavens
until the dawn returned
Now a desolate shore scattered with
mother of pearl shards
weeps beneath cold clouded skies,
saturated by a sorrowed surf of
wistful waves retreating from
the broken heart I’ve drawn in the sand,
one set of footprints within,
no longer counting stars,
not caring if dawn ever returns,
standing alone on this beach . . .
Written for the Lost Love - Free Verse or Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
Giving advice to OTHER men, on women
That's funny ... ironic "funny", I mean, (though I did chuckle)
As if ANY man ever had a clue what women are about ...
But, I suppose, I have learned a few things
Very painfully learned ...
But NOTHING is absolute with women ... nothing is empirical
So, I won't call my tidbits "advice", but rather "observations" ...
That's as close as I can come, (or ANY man that I know, for that matter)
OK, here goes - Firstly, LISTEN ... REALLY listen to her
That is, for me, the key to any relationship
But if you really listen and respond with care to what a woman is saying
Then you're off to a good start
We all tell little lies at times, for the sake of kindness
But strive to be forthright and true, always
Or it will shatter the bridge before it's barely built.
MAKE HER LAUGH ...
A sense of humor will take you a very long way with most females
And it doesn't hurt your OWN well-being, either
To be positive, up-beat, happy, and funny.
Yes, the old-fashioned, hold-the-door-and-lay-down-the-coat romantic
(Unless she doesn't LIKE that sort of behavior, of course).
Attention to little romantic details like your anniversaries ...
I mean anniversaries for EVERYTHING
The day you met, the day you first said "I love you"
The day you kissed, held hands, met her best friend, went to a concert
Every little special moment you can remember ...
The moments that put that "Awwww!!" look on her face
Flowers, chocolates, a four-leaf clover ... be creative.
Be careful with your words ... they hear EVERYthing
And they remember every little promise and special comment
Even though YOU may not think of it the same way.
Find her likes and dislikes, and write them down, if you have to.
PDA's - just DO it!
Hold her hand in public, don't walk in front of her but beside her
Brush the hair from her eyes, give her quick, romantic kisses
Little through-the-day massages of her back or shoulders.
Avoid looking at other women at all costs!
Be valiant and chivalrous, and cook her dinner sometimes
Ask her how her day was ...
Tell her how beautiful she is and compliment her
NOTICE the little changes she makes in her clothes and jewelry
Discover her dreams and make them yours
Leave your arm around her, even if it falls asleep
Know the details of her childhood ...
Don't kiss her ONLY when you want to be intimate
* MAKE LOVE to her, don't just "have sex" *
Don't be satisfied until SHE is, (and learn how to nibble)
Learn how to have mutual climax, (you'll thank me)
Learn the special places on her body that make her crazy
(Nape of her neck, behind her knee, her ear, under her arm, palm of her
Hand, dimples on her back, inside her thigh ... there are MORE!)
Find those places and make love to them with your hands and mouth ...
Tenderly ... write naughty words there in cursive with your fingertips
Make pleasing her in bed your most important job!
LEARN what she likes and doesn't like, and be attentive to it ALL
Learn how she likes to kiss, and do it for hours
Kiss her everywhere ... and savor every inch
Kiss her with some of her hair between your mouths
Kiss her upside-down, (trust me ... it's amazing!)
Taste her like she's the most delectable, expensive candy you've ever had
And then share it with her ... in a kiss
NEVER let her go to bed or say goodnight ANGRY or unsatisfied
Find out what makes up her "Knight in Shining Armor", and BE it
DO. NOT. CHEAT. EVER ...
If you can't be faithful, you should not be with her ... period.
Jeremy Piven once said, "The Fidelity Bank and Trust is a tough creditor,
"If you make a deposit somewhere else, they close your account ... FOREVER!"
Learn it. Remember it. LIVE by it.
Make her smile ... make it be your smile.
Love her fearlessly, proudly, honestly, loyally, and DEEPLY.
Dance with her at unusual times ... even if there's no music or dance floor
BE CLEAN, take care of yourself, wear what she likes to see on you
Be polite and caring, and make sure others RESPECT her
Always, always make her the most important thing in your life
And make sure she FEELS that way
Don't be possessive, but be protective
Don't be forceful, but be assertive
Don't be angry, but be passionate
Don't be weak, but be tender
Don't be crass, but be sensual
Don't act stupid, but make her feel intelligent
Don't act like a loser, but let her win
Don't act indecisive, but let her choose
Don't act foolish, but let her guide you
And most of all ...
Treat her like the princess or queen that she DESERVES to be!
I know this isn't everything, but it's a good start
Besides, I'm still learning ...
And NO ONE will ever learn it all ...
Such is the sublime and wondrous enigma called WOMAN ...
And we wouldn't have it any other way.
* I just wrote this entire poem for the "Men Your Advice To Another Man On Females" Poetry Contest, and then remembered it was for RHYME only! Such are the wages of growing old, lol. Ugh! *
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2018
Sometimes words just aren't enough
to capture all of the magic that surrounds
the spill of the rainbow after a good storm
the twinkles that resound from a caring eye
the lick of the lips before that first kiss
resplendent, sumptuous, beheld
my mind wanders the forest that is me
searching for what now remains
the faults and the fissures
the fallen, and the free
the leaves fall one by one
opulent amber hues abound
ne'er is there a sound
no words but the beauty still exists
there's a rustle in the air
the bark begins to bleed
will the words spill out and breathe
a chestnut gallops by
smiles and winks her eye
the words now come
flowing with matchless grace
stunning, wondrous, sweet
adorning a remarkable face
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018