Best Dialogue Poems
She speaks of trees in morning mist
A promise of leaves all color kissed.
Discourse in shades of russet tones
Her loss of emerald leaves bemoans
Her cadence heard in whispering leaves
With cooling winds she summer grieves
In mellow tones her course made known
She squalls till all her leaves have blown
And with her branches bare to sky
Bids to summer a fond goodbye.
Own emotional wounds
Waiting for a seed to germinate
Evergreen, my little bean
The child who was never born
A handful of soft down
Glass bowl with pink walls
with an opening to the universe
Death, no sign of life
A quiet heart
in this star-crossed trip
Blocked by rivers of tears
The painful experience
Unprocessed trauma
When things are difficult
frustration, sadness,
anger and longing
You become completely paralyzed
A piece of my heart
will always be in heaven
The inner dialogue ...
if you only knew
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25.10.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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If only you knew Poetry Contest
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2nd place in the contest
Should I whisper words
that hang on memory’s peaks,
cumulous across my forehead?
A world of words - connected
like tides to the moon.
Words that mingle and rise,
as mist from a valley
or, dwell in half forgotten dreams;
endless as ocean waves,
or vistas of flowering fields.
Beautiful words
that tell me of my place.
Suzanne Delaney
A feller I met with a twinkle in his eye
Quite the enigma you see.
Said, "I ain't got no dough... not a single penny!"
Said he, "ain't got no cash... not a single plug for a cup o' tea."
"Couldn't buy you no drink / not even a dime's worth of time
Wouldn't dare ask you for no drink in my silly whine."
"Never saw nothin' finer... not a sight to behold
Then, your fancy top hat... not plated with gold.
In this fine conversation... though, I confess,
I don't know nothin' much... not more or less."
"Don't know nothin' much 'bout music... not a single note
But begged the whole bar not to leave me croak
In this sea of confusion... though- I confess
I ain't got no answers, not more or less."
Confused, I just stared / mouth agape and wide
"So are you broke or not?" I finally couldn't hide.
He winked / then chuckled / a sly knowing grin
"Don't you fret none... my friend / I ain't never givin' in!"
"Never learned nothin' clever / that ain't no surprise
But I sure ain't unhappy, not with tears in my eyes!"
A poet / a pauper / a prince; his stories spun gold
Ain't nothin' like his tales / never gettin' old.
We made a bond that don't nobody understand
A friendship ain't never been seen in no other land.
Finally you asked for dog’s point of view -
The dialogue of depth, long overdue.
Without a word I’m whistling in the dark,
Articulation’s muffled by the bark.
Seems all I need is to frolic and play,
It’s true, but man! I have a lot to say!
Firstly, thank you for making my dog’s life
Domesticated bliss versus tramp’s strife.
Grateful I am, loved, trimmed, walked, bathed and fed,
Well-groomed and I would like to think, well-bred.
Anatomy and science, not my strength,
Honored that pampering goes to great length;
I must be one exquisite species group,
Since my poop is collected in a scoop.
But I often question, why am I spayed?
While my master so frequently gets laid!
If deemed as your best friend, a well-known claim,
Isn’t making me beg for treats a shame?
Sit down, shake your paw, play dead, dance and prance –
Shallow, degrading, ludicrous commands.
For you I’d sacrifice my life, my friend,
I’d snarl, chase, leap and tackle to no end.
I pretty much follow one petsy rule -
You got the bone, thus over you I drool.
But, master, while I’m fetching your thrown sticks,
Don’t waste your time teaching old dog new tricks.
Be aware I’m an easy pet to crack!
If you love me, I’ll always love you back!
June 6, 2022
In his stern deep expression
and his tender caring gestures
When he is in silence, also in solitude.
He concealed the mystery of love,
beauty, and the experiences
that he had encountered in life.
He reasons as he walks,
and contemplates every epiphany
that had happened in his past and present time.
He laughs and keep walking
as he shakes his head
then retreats as his heart races
panic and fear as his past comes alive.
He ask himself; is it all this true?
What’s going on?
Why are these ridiculous feelings?
He wants to disregard his emotions, but he can not.
Finally …. In his enlighten self debate
He, surrender down at his feet
Astonish at his finding.
Oh Sweet rose of the night come
and dine with me tonight
drop your petals in the bosom of the sea
and raise your eyes towards the skies
and gaze at the stars as they pass by
What sweet fragrance flying in the air
Spreading its petals far and near
Oh purple rose of the night come
and be my shelter tonight
I have waited for almost ten year
And all I see is your shadow dancing in the rain
And all my waiting seems to be in vain
Oh purple rose you are so kind
You are filled with love, laughter and delight
What sweet music is playing in your heart
I can feel the melody when the day starts
What peculiar sound is blowing with the wind
If you listen carefully you can hear it
when your mind is still
Purple rose you are the remedy for my soul
I can hear the thunder rolling and horses galloping
and the Duke of Canterbury chanting a strange hymn
as he tries to wake up the universe from its slumber
It is a decade old since the universe rapture his soul
and the multitude sits on top of the mountain waiting
for fish and bread to break the terrible curse and the basket on
Altar tells the tales of mankind physical hunger
It is just like yesterday when a miracle passes my way
I will board the train and travel from country to country
until it find its destiny. Purple rose will you me accompany
on this final journey?
The terrain is rough but we will have good luck
Oh what sweet joy awaits you,
someone special is admiring you
And they can see you,
someone is waiting to take you across the sea
and your spirit will be free
and you will have a grand jubilee,
spread your fragrance around
and walk boldly through the town
you stirs hearts far and near
Purple rose you are so dear
we have so much to share
I can see you sitting over there.
Purple rose you are so enduring
And It’s time to arrange the meeting..
" Lord I woke this moring with the words lost sheep on my mind "
" OH! what do you think it meant? "
" well I pictured myself as a sheep in the meadow where the grass is dry, patchy and bare "
" Oh! what happened then? "
" well Lord i turned round and all the other sheep were no longer there "
" where did you think they could have gone? "
" I thought they might of been thirsty and maybe went to find a brook
so I thought I would go and take a look "
" thats good what did you find? "
" I found a stream but the other sheep were on the other side
but I could not get across as the stream was far too wide "
" OH! what did you do then ? "
" I began to wonder what to do
then I heard a voice come out of the blue. "
" What did the voice say ? "
" the voice said do not fear don't dispare
I will help you cross over there
then a kind man appeared out of nowhere "
" what did the kind man do ? "
" He gently carried me across to where the pastures are Green
and the other sheep asked me where I had been "
" Thats great! what was your reply? "
" I told them that I was in the meadow
LOST and all alone
then the kind mans voice said
" my lost sheep welcome home "
" Great you have got it "
" Sorry Lord I am lost now"
" Yes dear you were once lost but now you are found "
" You no longer have to wander in the meadow all alone
for I am the good shepherd that always brings my lost sheep back home. "
No matter how bad our life has been the Lord always brings us lost sheep back to where the
pastures are green, never will he leave you never will he forsake you. to anyone who is lost
Just ask the Lord to show the way home he will come and fetch you. Amen. to anyone who
feels Lost God will find you and bring you home.
Diane Christian
Best of friends, for countless years,
we had the best of times.
Now as my eyes are filled with tears,
your soul to Heaven climbs.
The path we take, not always clear,
I feel so lost without you here.
Your last words, prophetic now,
“I’ll be home soon”- you knew somehow.
You left me here, I’m so alone,
but I dreamed Heaven had a phone.
We talked all night, you fell asleep,
I held the line to hear you breathe…
Copyright © 2013
A talk between
Two big eyes and
Two big mouths
To share with a friend
A true common interest
Dialogue of men.
Argument:Contrary to popular myth The Bible does NOT teach that the wife(woman) is subservient to the husband(man).
HE:
lean,
lean
upon me
SHE:
love,
love
without desire
REFRAIN:
*Lean,
lean
each,
upon the other
SHE:
My spouse
my source
**head,
of we two
HE:
My helpmeet
counter-part me
REFRAIN:
One flesh
together
he, and she
with
THEE
* submit a physical act- to lean upon - we upon Jesus, in Jesus we lean each upon the other,in marriage the wife upon her husband
** head = source (as a spring is of a river) as Jesus is the head(source) of the body of Christ(the church) and the husband is the head(source) of the wife joined together as one upon marriage.
We have a beautiful liturgy
so dramatic and impressive
that one may be glued to it,
be involved and participate.
It presents a new movement,
along with its recurring theme,
a celebration of life and promises
that God, our Savior, makes us one.
He teaches us to serve others,
He teaches us to give humble service
He makes us aware that we’re followers
of his preaching to love one another.
It’s an act of self-giving to love others
as depicted in foot washing at the last Supper
where it happens on Maundy Thursday
as he institutes the Holy Eucharist
as well as the sacrament of priesthood.
It’s so rich with images and symbols
especially in our attitude of serving people
these are reminders that we’ve a role,
a mission to fulfill, a faith to proclaim.
In my own country where there’s poverty,
corruption, injustice, and inequality;
it’s a chance to incarnate in reality
what the gospel teaches us to do.
Though some hurdles may hinder
to move freely and be with the poor
yet the love of God for these people
is our priority, the preferential option.
Doctor said, “Oh! Yours one is no more.”
“Is it the news of her death?”
He cried out loudly and got out silently.
Do men have a right to live or is it an obligation
for men to survive in this world of full of disgust?
That decision, though no one but men themselves have to make,
the blind evil almighty WILL,
the way, way, greater will than that of men,
does not allow this world as the world that for men to live with
at least comforts—in fact, though we must struggle to survive,
come to think of it, this bitter human world may well be
a better place than paradise, no one ever visited heaven,
but we are told so.
Then, where in this rotten world
the seed of tragedy hides its effects on human lives,
and makes men more miserable than ever?
Perhaps, though, the reason for tragedy may have resulted from blindness of the evil almighty WILL.
It rests on men’s lives for men cannot gouge their eyeballs
out from their eye sockets to become blind themselves like
the evil almighty WILL.
If the blind WILL’s temperament is to exact obedience of men
to its one-sided tyrannous power, all phenomena men can feel:
rains, winds, moon, sun, and twinkling stars
should be the implements of torture to men.
The helpless men under this absolute power,
however, should not allay the will that is to live
with colorless asceticism, the will of desirelessness,
but create gigantic eyeballs and stick them in WILL’s deep
and hollowness like the bottom of a bottomless pit to provide
it with a sight of acute discernment.
And if it can be done,
rains, winds, moon, sun, and the twinkling stars
are just another movement of the part of universe,
the beginning and forever blessing to all mankind on the face of earth.
Nonetheless, there problems in human society
remain still, and that is, even in this great blessing,
men would add more ugliness to the ugliness that men shaped
and carry as a second nature. [History proves it.]
Then, eyeballs that see the world with keen eyesight
should fabricate,
not for great WILL,
but for men themselves, to see rightly.