Best Jointly Poems
Decades crossed our paths with treasured memoirs, with laughter - tears - thrown to heavenly stars.
Together we shared inner thoughts - feelings... we alone had binding - lasting dealings.
We know not when our lives will end or part, but always know we share love of the heart.
Woven together with family ties - tethered, handled in interest and never weathered.
Jointly we have supported inner strives, held each other closer throughout our lives.
Wiped away incessant tears pouring down, knowing assuredly we would be around.
Blood of same runs deep through each flowing vein, forming bond between sisters - proper and plain.
No time or tragedy can separate, not even through existence’s final fate.
As we grow and learn from our chosen course, I have learned to accept - have no remorse.
Although in miles we live so far away, in my poignant heart you forever stay.
I know for certain we will meet again, lacking all heartaches and enormous pain.
Will I know you, oh yes indeed I will, you will be the sister - from Fayetteville.
Copyright © 2017 By Caryl S. Muzzey
(07/07/11)
The times that the two of us would
Walk hand in hand- not a word would be spoken
But we would understand.
Sitting at the table - both in heavy thought
Wondering how it started
Why had we ever fought.
We both got up and smiled-and said sorry to each other
For our hearts knew, there could never be another.
We are truly soul mates,
and we know each other so well
And to be without each other-would be a living hell.
We may fight and bicker as all couples do
But life is not worth living, if it’s not beside you.
soul mates are two hearts and minds both jointly entwined
That want to be together until the end of time.
They know what each other is thinking
Long before it’s done and said
For two truly soul mates are in each others head.
Written: December 13, 2023
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An ovation for peace vibrates
everywhere around the globe
bringing everyone together
unified in opposing mayhem
at outbreak of violent conflict
wrenching love in a veil of bitterness.
If rhetoric could alleviate anguish
soothe tremendous pain
bridges that span a wider range
jointly building a fresh world
a borderless, unfettered mankind.
fulfilling lofty dreams of earth,
blossoming fields of roses
throughout a lifetime
conquering a season of sorrow
people's stupidity
exploring a tranquil path
beyond lines that divide
us apart.
Why Africa
Africa is yet again up in arms
And the host nation is South Africa this time
Africans, open your eyes and see
After these attacks what will we benefit
Xenophobia is like pus
The wound that is resistant to healing
Xenophobia is like mushrooms
Popping whenever a thunder of ignorance strikes
What did we mean when we jointly said
We, the people of South Africa
Declare for all our country and the world to know that
South Africa belongs to all who live in it, black and White!
In June 26 1955 a word went forth
The Kliptown word echoed through the globe
From that day on, South Africa’s mission
Was to accommodate all those who dwell in it
Now we are turning our backs to the world
Where our wealth is coming from
We have turned our nectar’s wealth into a doormat
Wiping our bloody hands with Freedom charter!
Can we really hide behind poverty
And blame foreign nationals for taking all our bread
Where else we struggle to make earns meat
Due to hand out attitude we adopted after apartheid
Our authorities has done well to appease sins of the past
They gave free education, social grants to name few
Other things can be free but we need to realize that
Self support requires hard work and innovation
My fellow brothers and sisters, Africans!
Resist ideologies that torn us apart
And employ neutrality to embrace other nationalities
Shun xenophobia and learn from one another.
My husband is a shooter,
Which isn't always fun,
As every weekend
He's out somewhere with his gun.
So quality time together
Can sometimes be quite sparse,
"But I have to have a hobby."
He tells me with a laugh.
Our daughters getting married
To a super guy called Tom,
Has he any faults?
I've discovered just the one.
He also is a shooter,
His hobby is the same,
He can't wait to get out
And with his gun take aim.
So this week we decided
To be a shooters WAG
And go along with them,
Maybe hold their bag.
So Lu and I rose early,
Up at the crack of dawn,
To go and watch them shoot
On this early Sunday morn.
It was then that we discovered,
She's marrying her Dad!
Just a fairer version,
Oh dear could this be bad?
They speak the same language,
Of floppy stuff and rabbits,
They have the same mannerisms,
The very same habits.
They pull out their guns
From gun sleeves in time.
Pick up their bags together
And up the hill they climb.
They put on identical glasses,
Taken from identical tins,
From behind they could be,
The dark and fair haired twins.
They stand and measure clays,
Arms up in the air,
Give each other
The very same stare.
Their heads move in unison
As they watch the others shoot,
They both rest their guns
Upon their right boot.
They congratulate each other
On a job well done,
Share a bit of banter,
Have a lot of fun.
Discuss with other shooters
The angle of the clay,
"What is your score card
Looking like today?"
So my darling daughter
Your weekends could be a bore.
When he gets back home again
He'll sit and analyse the score.
We'll have to get a hobby
That is just for us two,
'Cause Dad and Tom jointly
Will stick together like glue!
Rewrote our History books for the world to see
A worthier Icon there could never be,
Born and died over the span short of a century,
Baba Madiba became South Africa’s first Black
President in April 1994, finally, eventually!
Nelson Mandela was destined for this role,
As the masses empowered, flocked to the pole
A lawyer, an activist, a prisoner, a free soul,
His peaceful anti apartheid activism, a thorn
In the Government's side, but after Sharpeville,
His sabotaging tactics against those opposing
The ANC, brought about his arrest, his only desire
The African National Congress to be recognized
Was his goal.
He was incarcerated, but at his trial, he defended
His people with heartfelt passion
He would one day he promised
Become their liberator and stop inhumane
Tyranny – for this end he was prepared to die,
Outside the court among the masses, there
Wasn’t a dry eye.
And no bloodshed did South Africa see,
As was anticipated, rumours abounded, but
A kind, intelligent and brave leader, imprisoned for
Twenty seven years,
Changed an era with peace and raised no fears.
He was a much loved President by black and white,
He was elected for two terms, after which until he
Died, became a worldwide renown humanitarian
Across the globe international leaders
Praised and revered this humorous, intellectual
Man who chose to be honest, just and right.
He passed on December 5th at the age of 95 in
2013, indeed a sad event.
Which not even the Almighty could prevent.
Known lovingly as, Baba Madiba, Father Madiba
In Africa, our vast Continent, a multiracial face
Began to appear, no matter the race.
When he died,
By his side,
Were his loving children
And grandchildren and Graca Machel, his wife,
Who with Baba Madiba,
Shared a happy marriage and life.
A hero who cemented together a democratic state,
When the entire world thought, it was already too late.
* SHARPEVILLE A MASSACRE OF UNARMED BLACK SOUTH AFRICANS BY POLICE FORCES
* BOTH PRESIDENT MANDELA AND EX PRESIDENT DE KLERK JOINTLY RECEIVED THE NOBEL
PRIZE FOR REALIZING THE TIME HAD COME FOR PEACE, AND THEREFORE BRINGING
APARTHEID TO AN END.
‘‘ Honey, I am Home’’, I say.
As I am coming out of the stream
By the river side she is waiting
When she offers me a towel to dry
She whispers this into my ear :
What a good looking man you are !
‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say.
When the bully cross her path
And like lion I chase them away
On our way home hand in hand
She whispers this into my ear :
What a brave man you are !
‘‘ Honey, I am Home’’ , I say .
When she misplaces her trinket
And wrongly accuses me of doing so
After jointly search and find it in her pouch
She whispers this into my ear :
What a peacful man you are !
‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say .
At the guest house in the city
Where she has her birthday party
When I throw the key of my gift to her
She jumps at me and whispers in my ear :
What a kind man you are !
‘‘ Honey, I am Home’’ , I say .
When she returns weak from work
And I set the table before she asks
After her judgement to all I serve
She cuddles me and whispers in my ear :
What a caring man you are !
‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say.
When we sleep and she throws her leg on me
And I quickly throw away pyjamas
So we begin to measure who is the taller
When breth comes down and she sees again
She whispers this into my ear :
What a loving man you are !
‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say.
When our son returns from school
And says : mummy I need another shoe
And I go shopping and bring two anew
After he puts one on and smarter becomes
She jumps up and says this into the air :
What a good home I have !!!!!!!
‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say .
User’s name : Kayod5
Contest : Honey, I am Home
Sponsor : Dr. Ram Mehta
Christmas Day
On
Christmas
Day
our whole
family
arrives.
We
share love,
open gifts,
sit at table
for dinner,
hold hands,
pray,
give thanks
for one more,
Christmas
we
jointly
shared.
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Contest: A Christmas Waltz Wave
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Judged: 12/29/2015
In your heart give me a space
Generous and loving as is your face
And I will enter my full and whole
And be your love of heart and soul.
And I’ll hold you against my chest
And I’ll believe in you as always my best
I’ll feel your heart beat into mine
As we sweetly kiss as fond is fine.
I’ll seldom wander for an extra want
For none than you I think is more elegant
I’ll live with you today and tomorrow
Cherishing delight and chasing sorrow.
Give me a space in your love and life
So I be your husband and you my wife
And I’ll give my all to God and you
And I’ll be honest, and I’ll be true.
We’ll share a breath and a bite of love
And bad romance to excite the nerve
We together will dance and jointly sing
And say ‘we do’, and wear the ring'.
In your heart a space please
And you forever become my miss
My life and all will be your own
And now we can in love drown.
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OUR GALACTIC PASSION
We are not yet one but no longer like sky’s distant two,
I sense your tender skin’s pulse and feel the lips’ pull of you,
And know from fire’s smoldering iris I need look no further:
Orbiting closer, jeweled worlds swirl around each other
Like planetessimals, no longer wanderers of ashen night,
Yet charted by twined veins, twinned together by buds so tight,
Gliding in space forever warmed in heaven’s embrace:
A fresher paradise than that created on earth’s rockface.
What existed then as a seed in your eyes faintly glowing -
All around now, winds of celestial fragrance blowing;
If lovers hold candles when time of after-dusk trembles
Then two can be one united by stars’ and sands’ marbles,
With only paradise’s soul bare as vulnerability’s essences,
This gift of near-sacred vow awakens everlasting senses.
So, on and on this carousel of dance and passion sustains -
Leaning on your hair’s trellis, you deign a kiss that ordains
A rehearsal of flamed vows for a lifetime in this bower
Where fruits’ memories bathe in love's enthralling power.
Our star visible to all as if multiplied nebulae are ascendant:
A twin-point merging in the expanse of lit galaxies resplendent.
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Submitted by nette onclaud
Written for competition “WHAT LOVE MEANS TO YOU”
written jointly by
nette onclaud and sydney peck (both members of Poetry Soup)
Often in the spoken word,
perhaps a long farewell,
Passion, romance soon to bud,
but only time will tell…
Once again yesterday,
and twice before next week,
in a simple act of kindness,
or a gift that’s quite unique…
An ode to trenchant dreamers,
matchless lovers from afar…
It’s okay – tomorrow then,
they gaze upon the stars…
Will two star-crossed lovers,
spell bound nonetheless,
spend their lives together…
and be jointly laid to rest?
Some believe the perfect life,
is likely just a myth.
Live and learn - and look again,
for life itself’s a gift….
Copyright © 2011
Christmas
Every
Christmas,
our close
kinfolk
arrive.
We share
our love,
great gifts,
good food.
Round the
table,
we all
hold hands
and pray;
give thanks
and praise
that now
one more
Christmas
was shared
jointly
with love.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Duplex
Sponsor: Jan Allison
Judged: 12/10/2016
Dusk fell slowly as the sun set,
No rain along the river course.
The wan moon rose with no regret,
The currents flowed without great force.
High whitish clouds gathered on high,
Below a siege of herons flew
In haphazard way in the sky
To the south where lemonwood grew.
The young man and his lithe girl friend
Paddled slowly towards a pier,
They got off, the woodland their end
Knowing that chestnuts would be near.
For when cold winter will arrive,
Then Christmas will be in full swing,
Roasted nuts would keep them alive.
Jointly lively carols they'll still sing.
Absence as I hear them calling
Broken as I feel them falling
Cardiac as it's stalling
Darkness has me crawling
Endeavoring to its installing
Fevered by enthralling
Giving into it appalling
Heartfelt gifts sprawling
Individual love is worth mauling
Jointly our worth is stalling
Kissing my lips, befalling
Loving her, a load I'm hauling
Missing us forever recalling
No joy in finding the end
Openness only serves to offend
Patience is just pretend
Quietly wanting more than a friend
Reliving does not allow us to transcend
Seeking solutions, don't bend
Time there's none left to extend
Unbelievably easy to condescend
Viciousness has no way to amend
Wanting left no desire to attend
Xenomorphic this relationships bookend
You had every chance girlfriend
Zero desire is left to be penned
A Forms And Words Challenge Poetry Contest
20th February 2023
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Waste no time contemplating your failure
when there is much more road ahead untraveled.
Taste the seasons upon your lips and speak
then of the things which to your heart matters,
Reaching beyond to grab hold of your goal.
Above there're treasure deeply genuine,
teach yourself about what lies within is
loved and the turning point of your self-worth.
In constant battle, your mind clears itself
and your heart listens for what it needs to
begin to trust the dreams in mid flight and
band them jointly a perfect gift to you.
Enter today of new beginnings smiling
center your heart around things lovely.
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