Best Goldmine Poems
Like leaves on ivy vines and the taste of fine wine
In our hearts fill with tales of fairies, love, and sunshine
Leaving her beautiful inspiring presence behind
A goldmine of fine array of poems, friendships of sunshine
3/2/2020
From the poem "Sunshine Smiles"
posted 10/18/2016
A tribute to a very lovely lady Anne-Lise Andresen
What made you so special my freckle faced friend..
the day I heard you singing to a record, from your window next door.
Bell bottom clad teenaged knock out, with a ballerina's step..
In huge Cape Cod two story where dreams took form.
My mom hummed a tune as she ironed my best shirt..
Fumbled with your corsage, wondering why I chose red.
Last dance I remembered was always our first,
humbled by a mirage., in a golden gown dress.
Realized too late the secret your parents kept,
all the plans they'd made for you..
plain enough to see I wasn't part of them.
Not enough coins lined my pockets to set you free,
at least not enough for them to ransom you to me.
Some days found me prayin',
some I cursed right out loud.
Wonderin' does the one you share today in,
know the goldmine he had found.
Did he bring you eyes full of stars,
and promise all his tomorrows.
Realize what heaven sent gift you are,
never lament a heart left to sorrow.
Does he read them bedtime stories,
and tuck them into bed..
Listen to child borne wonders and worries,
every wild dream that fills their head.
And did you share those freckled hands,
every time you stopped to tie their shoes..
protect them with those same plotted plans,
your parents chose for you.
Do you ever hear that record playing..
among the distant stars that shined so bright?
New days come, battles lost and battles won..
lost in heartfelt wish that I'd been born..
that lucky seventh of seventh son.
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Sunshine Smiles
The skies open up to the beauty of Sunshine Smiles
Just the sounds of her name chimes
Sounds of her harmonize poems intertwining
Melody, rhythm, and rhyme
Like leaves on ivy vines and the taste of fine wine
In our hearts fill with tales of fairies, love, and sunshine
Leaving her beautiful inspiring presence behind
A goldmine of fine array of poems, friendships of sunshine
All the way from Norway
You’re destined to stay in our lives and flourish always
10/18/2016
Tribute to a very lovely lady Anne-Lise Andresen
Old mother's pot of soup is
Like a goldmine that promotes
And brightens my face...
Even it is not palatable to others,
To me it is like apple in my mouth,
Making my countenance rich and sure...
** FOR COMFORT AKPAN**
Rome’s underwater goldmine - traversing history best left upset
Rapid urbanisation of the last century
causes more slums to mushroom
in the major cities of the world
particularly in developing countries.
Unplanned townships make it difficult
for government to plan for better
service delivery such as roads,
electricity,health,water and sanitation.
Local planning authorities should halt
illeagal allocation of land which leads
to the proliferation of slums.
Government should keep planning
for the poor;and must find better
solutions of phasing out slums
which have characterised many
towns and cities of the world.
And slums lie on a GOLDMINE
(PRIME LAND)which can
generate great wealthy
for poorer communities.
chipepo lwele
29/01/2013
Christmas Rebels
It was about a weak
After that night walk
The unknown dangers,
Made known, turned me weak,
I was managing myself,
After my heart was pulled,
From where it sank,
I was yet in the oven,
Of my haven,
To dry up the coldness,
And the wetness,
Of that fearful night loneliness,
Today is Christmas,
The whole mass,
Was joyous,
Every home, glorious,
Meat was plenteous,
Rice and beans.
Was every homes means,
Children bouncing in,
New goat skin jackets,
Mother’s dressed in costly
Beads and all the way,
Father leads.
For Christmas had taking over,
Taking over the African Shrine,
It supplied a joyous sunshine.
Our pockets were full of cowries,
Like a goldmine,
Happiness was mine,
For the usual war seemed
To be hidden, and our teethes where like,
“Forever opened”.
Oh! Joyful, blissful, plentiful Christmas.
Providing joy each time it surface,
But joy has a slender waist that breaks so soon.
Christmas night came, so we visited
Our beds as night rang it’s bell,
(To be continued in the next, same Poem).
GOLD DIGGER
Once, a gold digger I met.
With passion, the goldmine all night long she dug .
What a way to discover a talent
A grave digger she became.
For, her grave she dug, whilst for gold she dug.
So she smiled at the thought of it,
Bringing a life to the world.
And she sets to the task,
Ready to take the challenge.
Then she heaved a sigh of relief
For alas the race is on.
The race of...
Caring,
Hoping,
Illuminating,
Loving,
Daring.
She's never for once carried away,
By life's numerous events.
She's never for once forgotten,
The day the race began.
I'll make it your golden day,
she had said with a tear.
When she remembers the pains of birth,
She put in all she's got.
And since it was only me,
The day of was carefully planned.
A gong sound to announce the day,
Soft and slow music for entertainment.
Good food and wine as supplement,
Stories and tales as encouragement.
Friends and visitors cheer in excitement,
Then a wish to crown it all.
For this single reason,
The week was usually blessed.
But all this was short lived,
My birthdays are no longer golden,
For the creator has taken the goldmine.
By happenstance, I found you
And my once empty, sullen heart
Filled to the brim with ecstasy
Hurray for happy accidents!
Dismally sad and blue was I
One jet-black day, then I walked
Outdoors, and voila! A goldmine
In the sky...sunshine
I searched up and down
Terra firma for gold; tearing cobwebs
Out of long unvisited nooks and crannies
And I stumbled upon a glistening diamond
I perambulated through footpaths
Of life, just minding my business
Suddenly I unearthed a jewel
Touched by the gods...happiness
I treaded uncharted far-flung places
Along the way, I discovered an
Unsought hidden treasure...love
Hurray for happy accidents!
Date written: 04/05/2016
I love money
It buys me what I want and need
It makes life sunny
Down the broad and spacious; I’ll lead
Some say money is from a sinister root
I’m not concerned about what some say
I’m happy when I’m rolling in the loot
And a windfall would really make my day
I love to stroll on Wall Street
My mood goes up with the Dow
A global market with patterns that repeat
A goldmine-with the proper know how
Money deliver me from malevolence
And this impoverished state
Increase wealth’s prevalence
Release my shackles and add fortune to my fate
The explorers are nine,
Voyaging to a goldmine:
A quarry conceiling glistening gold;
None needn't tarry to be told,
Before mounting hurriedly his horse -
Well-resolved to stay on course;
Big game can cross their way;
Ahead some large rivers may lay;
Energy in them will wax wane;
Nerves too shall soon strain;
Not to weary the men maintain;
To bear the brunt they all remain,
Until they reach destination desired
And get good gold acquired.
Wisdom:
Wondrous goldmine, concealing
Spiritual treasures untold
That
Only enamored with knowledge
Souls are able to unearth!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 August 2015
Note
Pete Barnhill was befriended by the late great Johnny Cash.Both were around 13 years of age at the time.Pete learned Johnny his very first chords on the guitar.The rest is history......
PETE BARNHILL - MY TRIBUTE
Pete Barnhill was born with a withered right hand.
All his life he fought a crippling disease.
His old Gibson flat-top, could play a mean tune.
Incessant infiltration of the breeze.
As a polio child, he was teased at school.
Mass of metal worn on his right leg.
But a friend was made, back in those school days.
And a lesson we should never forget.
Pete taught Johnny
in a shotgun-shack
a tub-thumping rhythm like a train on a track
among the cotton-fields
in the Dyess land
where the folk were poor
and the dirt was manned
A bedrock for bedlam down that old dust road.
Playing Jimmie Rodgers tunes and the songs of Hank Snow.
That railroad rhythm, came from Pete's goldmine.
Hear that embryonic baselines now, on Walk The Line.
Kindness is a language, that the deaf can hear.
Kindness is a Language, that the blind can see.
When a gift is gone then another comes along.
Lessons learned from Johnny for you and me.
So she smiled at the thought of it,
Bringing a life to the world.
And she sets to the task,
Ready to take the challenge.
Then she heaved a sigh of relief
For alas the race is on.
The race of...
Caring,
Hoping,
Illuminating,
Loving,
Daring.
She's never for once carried away,
By life's numerous events.
She's never for once forgotten,
The day the race began.
I'll make it your golden day,
she had said with a tear.
When she remembers the pains of birth,
She put in all she's got.
And since it was only me,
The day of was carefully planned.
A gong sound to announce the day,
Soft and slow music for entertainment.
Good food and wine as supplement,
Stories and tales as encouragement.
Friends and visitors cheer in excitement,
Then a wish to crown it all.
For this single reason,
The week was usually blessed.
But all this was short lived,
My birthdays are no longer golden,
For the creator has taken the goldmine.