Best Highlights Poems
The plant's thin crimson leaves, shimmered in the sunlight
on the side of the road
A tint of color in my mind, as I passed by
It highlighted all of its surroundings
I wish I could be so bright
Autumn has a way of enhancing things to its peak
Blooming with lessons of growth, change and letting go
Maybe it is time for acceptance, just to embrace the flow
Heidi Sands
10/8/25
The highlights in your hair, so familiar
Rays of sunshine, rays of love
I can't remember a time without them
I don't want to remember a time without you.
The smile on your face is genuine,
and Mother, I'll miss it so
The smile of my own, quite similar;
But I want you to know that I love you
Just as much as I know you love me,
So in the next year
In the next two
Please don't forget, ever,
That I really love you.
When I look into the brown of your eyes,
And the soft growing wrinkles in your cheeks,
(yet still that beautiful, youthful glow,
leading people to believe you are my sister)
Brings tears to the blue of my own.
Mother, time is racing faster
Though I'll miss you, I have to do this.
I know in whom I have trusted
I know in whom I'll trust forever.
He looks over us, you taught me that,
He will look over us, forever.
I will miss your tan and freckled arms
Reaching out to me before I walk upstairs,
But for these next years, I have to do this.
For these next years, I will be thinking of you.
In the next year
In the next two
Please don't forget, ever,
That I will always love you.
"Highlights of New Jersey"
New Jersey is quaintly known as the Garden State for fun
with sandy beaches kissed by ocean waves beneath golden Sun
amusement parks and midway piers stream wooden boardwalk
arcades offer magic machines with flashing lights that talk.
boat rides on blue Atlantic coast and fishing by the bay
surfing upon white capped waves as marble tourneys play
shopping at the mini malls, stopping for frosty treat
funnel cake or snow cones to alleviate the heat.
racing monster wheels doing 'wheelies' in beige sand
as lovers stroll the promanade in love while hand in hand
bed and breakfast hideaways to feed the appetite
miniature golf on hotel rooftops close to the Moon at night.
Memories in Margate with The Geeter With the Heater*
Convention Center marathons for dancers digging beaters
casino trips for tourists and residents alike
a visit to the Cape May Zoo or riding cool mountain bike.
roadside stands selling vegetables and fruits
plants and flowers beautiful from full grown or from roots
the scenic drive through highways or back roads share greenview
still munching on hot Curly's fries in circled crunchy chew.
a seashore paradise and a Summertime resort
with Christie at the helm with a positive report
museums of great art and historical conquests
a friendly atmosphere New Jersey loves to welcome guests.
sports reign supreme, with many choices of teams to cheer
fans follow scores from near and far in sports clubs drinking beer
good education for all children schools excellently rated
and seniors are protected in communities so gated.
a native of the Garden State am proud to boast and say
once you visit all the magic places to take your breath away
even Hurricane Sandy could not dissuade the residents
everyone joined in unison to assist with dire events.
New Jersey towns will build again in love with this great State
positive outlooks count so much .. even erases hate
and when we lay our heads down at night to pray
we thank God for His blessings in a very special way.
*The Geeter With the Heater - Jerry Blavat, D.J. at Memories in Margate Club.
*For Richard Tarr's New Jersey Contest.
The distinguished guests arrive
And sign the book.
The prima donna,
Wearing tight slippers and a jade necklace,
Warms her voice with a few scales:
Do, Ra, Me
Do, Ra, Me
The diva sings as soulfully as a sparrow.
Her heart is bursting all over.
Mozart approves and claps;
He is a phantom of the opera.
Finally, the crowd disperses
Like dry tea leaves blown by a solstice wind.
The evening was a success.
All who attended are as satisfied
As a covey of quails in a corn field.
Someone comments about the weather--
Says it is mundane.
More down to earth,
The janitor wipes fingerprints
From the arms of chairs
And weeps.
Sauce drips from your chin
To scold you would be a sin….
Marinara grin
Being adopted living in the country
an only child but knew sweet contentment
although had beginnings of a stammer
life was happy feeling no resentment
At the age of 12 there on my own
watching my football team for the first time
being given freedom at Kilmarnock F.C
felt good just there myself so like rhyme
To Blackpool in '77 for my first hols alone
really felt good driving my mini on route
eventful time there lost wallet and car
but found car ok, so had a nice ice cream cone
Have felt fulfilled at Scots Assoc. for Stammerers
providing support for those who stammer
appeared on Scottish TV in '87 in advert
this felt good control in front of the camera
The holiday highlight of my life
arrive in Geneva at 90f so hot
Switzerland breathtakingly beautiful
go Jungfrau high snow/sun you've got
Then om 2012 I took early retirement
to make me so happy and fully free
having time to be in the countryside
watching nature and all there is to see
Looking back thinking of one so special
my dear Christine one so special and true
many great times spent over our 32 years
it's been a real whirl all because we said I do!
(This being my 2000th poem, I thought it appropriate to look at highlights in my life I had forgotten about and how they had influenced my life.)
Hedge holly,pearl bordered
chalk hil!,common,marbled white
in small heath,marsh,
silverwashed..
ephemeral fellow...betwixt
a milkweed speckled wood
and a meadow clouded yellow.
A tribute to the UK butterfly species
In the lovely Dublin theater
where dreams are fulfilled
excited spectators hushed
In the silence of the night
with avid expectancy,
Bucks Fizz entered the stage
his music is a hidden gem
waiting to be performed
In a lovely breeze
a mellow silk thread was spun
akin to the moon's silky glow
I have hopeful dreams.
In the song 'Making Your Mind Up,'
they sang with clear voices
the audience leaned in
ready to hear
words have hidden meanings
with significant implications.
a galaxy of splendor
It's unlike ordinary life.
and are held captive
within its seductive embrace.
With voices that soar
they danced and whirled
with every movement
a lovely expression displayed
skirts swung
In utopian harmony
A glimpse into the future
they were whirling
every rotation brought free flowers
a touch of cosmic charm
a trail of delicate silver threads
from sparkling strands
Into the waiting hands below
voices burst with delight
they showed me their weary souls
while others can't consume
allow yourself to cry
whether from pure joy
evolved from a deep well of sadness.
weary spirits found rest
from exhaustion after a while
amid Eurovision magical lure
time stood still
the brine singer gaze
large and tender
someone uttered a song
that aimed to unify hearts
and whisk spirits away from here!
"This song was crafted for you, my beloved,"
she sang with a sense of urgency
then it accelerated
It's as graceful as a waltz
under the dancing stars.
twisting and falling from
skies above, to earth beneath
bystanders were enthralled
they left me behind, lost in a daze,
their devastated feelings
the beat captures my attention.
Where the tides of time glide
as the final note reached the air,
they were aware of this peculiar world
Under the stars
Bucks Fizz was presented
beyond just their vocals,
they weaved their magical gifts
similar to fabric producers
creating something fascinating
Their skirts pointed outward
akin to arrows
To faraway places
Where love and aspirations exist
Let us reflect on the Dublin scene
Where music meets magic
We have always danced together
During ephemeral times of skepticism
Let us revive the ageless ritual
Where skirts swirl.
since becoming housed here since this year
july first two thousand and seventeen,
tubby more precise where
with thee missus, amidst bucolic environs,
(one could don underwear
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
trees abundant with leaves of grass spare
zip cone: one nine four seven three,
this resident doth not find *****
disproportionate amount of time,
he spends never to overhear
the mostly soundproof walls
inside apartment b44 assigned midyear,
one bedroom living social space
gives ample opportunity to assess linear
ratcheting asper elderly folks inch along
chronological space/time continuum
fragile as jasperware
many experience diminution
of vital sensory organs, and oft time cannot hear
even without television blasting away,
no doubt harboring anticipatory anxiey sans,
grim reaper's unannounced visit they fear
their non verbal body language
(when aye espy and stride-rite past,
an old lady or man riding shot gun
securely strapped in wheel chair,
shuffling back where buffalo used to roam,
or trudging to common all purpose gathering place)
speaks volumes analogous to a frightened deer
when caught blindsided
within bright lights of an automobile 'ere
unsure which way to go, and dashing out in the thick
of evening rush hour traffic,
lacking notion, the figurative coast not clear
subsequently doe ting bucks killed, where birds of prey
thence loftily circle gracefully
gliding within upper atmospheric air
page number two:
upon scrutinizing what doth appear
as a hollowed out existence induces me to de clear
to maximize utilizing each precious moment 'ere
before each major metaphorical cog and gear
frankly zaps, this dude looks like a lady,
cuz ah ma longish bedraggled hydrogen peroxide tinted hair
me haint give a rats ass
what rumor mongers relish, and behind me back jeer
Since old people lack for purposefulness tis unlike to leer
that one day (fast as snap of fingers), lack of being ambulatory t'will be near
and upon limitation in physical functionality, aye aim to app pear
motivated to partake of mental exercises just sitting on me rear.
Truth highlights will carry you
as with wings to new heights
lifts you up as an able eagle
soaring to far-reaching sky-lights
As an eagle sees the prey a hundred miles away
so we ought to beckon The Lord for such "Eyes to See"
the majestic fountains of His Spirit ~while we may; while it is still "Day".
Copyright McCuen 2009
HIGHIGHTS
my gaze
a mirrored image
reinterpreted
an issue
so unsettling
an eponymous
enigmatic expression
appears &interacts
&thus enhanced
unwittingly
to completely shift
the perspective
chronicles the
inspiration
as a passive
circumstance
to emphasise &
frequent
the inner being
a
focus to
reflect
&
perhaps
regularly
respond
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
This year has seen God very near
working His providence through many a turn
giving real opportunities to newly speak
no matter how often others would spurn
Much enjoyment was given to me
spending time alone loving to walk
among God's created nature jewel
interspersed with coffee/cake in stock
Many splendid hours spent to read
history, bio, theology and poems
travel on hols to various spots
in UK as well as Italia to roam
Enjoy all my favourite classic music
gaining inspiration to move my pen
God is really so very very good
He's my light so high Hallelujah! Amen!
This day in June brings home good cheer:
Highlights attune joy's arc right here.
In just a day, so much reveals:
A certain way flings fond appeal.
Work well wise words that speak profound:
Good news in verbs that forge new grounds.
The plot fits play in curling form:
Thus stage fond say in ambient norms.
The pulse savvy with germ and wit:
Thoughts now break free to score kind hits.
Images free the surge of gain:
Ideas happy with joy's refrain.
So much to live as time sculpts thrill:
Know what to give as focus fills.
The flower blooms to bring forth fruit:
The passage grooms the champagne brut!
Sense a sure wave of kindred feel:
Amass a brave portrait that heals.
So go forth now as blessings sum:
See love endow such grand outcomes.
The journey styles a frame of mind:
Worthwhile the smiles that come in kind.
Leon Enriquez
23 June 2015
Singapore
Been teaching for nigh on fifty years,
Became a tutor later, my dears,
I've taught a bit of everything,
Maths and literacy my bells ring,
Teaching highlights can be fun,
When these Einsteins were so young,
An octopus has eight testicles,
I did read that with my spectacles,
Mozart sailed to Vietnam, you know,
We lost Vienna on the overthrow,
"We don't need no education!" they sang,
I made them do sums after lunch bell rang,
We gave them education somehow,
Despite being such fat old cows,
Need GSOH for this teaching gig,
Coaching treasures to dream really big!
face to face
so sweet
alongside
the
genuine
shaded
honed
into
a deceit
into
a
play of light
swathed
saturated
to inspire
to outshine
authenticate
a
pretension
to
chime
&
to
transcend
a treasure
to
measure
&infuse
then
transmute
&
efortlessly
entrust
the
eager
with
the
vivacious
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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