Best Looses Poems
Spring waits, as Winter slowly looses its grip upon the land
Water begins to drip from eves and green peeks through the graying snow
A bear wakes and stretches, and remembers how to be a bear
After all of these years,
Because you have stuck by me through thick and thin,
Candidly, I can tell the world that I love you more each day.
Dawns come and sunrises go, but your love never waivers.
Every morning you tell me that you love me and kiss my heart.
Forever is a long time, but life would be nothing without forever with you.
Generations change ideas and habits, but one thing remains constant.
Happiness is sought after, prayed for, cried for, and even died for.
I cannot imagine, now that I have found you, myself without you.
Just as flowers need the rain, I need your smile, your trust, and your dreams.
Kindled by your embers, my soul seeks no more.
Love has smitten me and my happiness has been found with you.
Memories fade in comparison to the passion in your soul.
No person, except by God strengthened, could give as you do.
Omnipotent, everlastingly, and consistently you are here for me.
Protecting, caring, and serving without fail, God watches.
Question not whether I know how wonderful you are. I do!
Remember the days of yore when love was new and dreams were large.
Somehow, locked inside of me is the strength that you shared, the love.
Tomorrow may see hardships, but together we can overcome all things.
Undying commitment keeps us two, forever strong.
Victory comes by rising above struggles.
We walk and the ground floats beneath our feet.
Xanadu looses luster without you.
Yesterdays have become beautiful tomorrows.
Zealously, our souls soar and joy sustains our love.
12/27/2016
Sleepwalker
And in the darkest sweeping wings is held all probable
The night of dreamings; wished embraces of gossamer senses ponder miracles
And leave their mark; ever in hope....
She is waiting
Pale in naked moon lit sexual stretches
Fanning shadows curve on satins anguished blue
To subtle bronzed drips rusted rivers
Lay about her in ever flowing delta’s of hair
These the coy covers of shoulders demure beneath their lifting expectation
Quintessence supplicant to floating hands; risen
Her slow beat thumps on a sudden heart
The fleur-de-lis arched beseeching the avid prayer of lips
The floorboards creek
And though through empty rooms the sighs may roam
Though forever it seems she has lain alone
There are eyes, by bat wing devised; by the caverns urgent aphrodisia
He has been gathered by the corpuscle of desire, to come to her
And by each and every silent unspent moan of longing
He inscribed this hours, fretful, reflections of her mantle parted
An eternal caress folded; ingress to her concupiscent heart
Mere Luna beams of dreams of loves physique, his love, made love to her
Dawns dissipation breaths
Remembering the warmth before forgotten days; where separated so
Bathes her awash in amber fire; and traces his finger along her spine
To leave her sleeping in those somnambulist foot prints
Looses in the languid illusive of arms, wrapped in suns breaking
Turning to the light he asks for its edifice, hold fast on waking
Struggle to define by wanting the irrevocable kiss; pressed to her
A taste recited by those gossamer senses ponder miracles
And leave their mark; forever in hope
The bond between a Daddy and a Little Girl is unlike any other,
Its greater than anything even a bond with a Mother,
When a Little Girl hurts her knee, she runs to her Daddy,
He takes all her hurt away, because it is his own pain,
When a Little Girl has a bad dream, she runs to Daddy for protection,
He hugs her in his arms so tight, and tucks her in and says goodnight,
When a Little Girl has a broken heart, she runs and cries in Daddy's arms,
Daddy asks who he has to beat, because they hurt his Little Girl,
When a Little Girl hears bad rumors at school,
She runs and cries to Daddy that they arent true,
He teaches her to be okay, He teaches her to be so brave,
When a Little Girl falls in love, she runs to Daddy with the news,
Daddy gets scared that soon his Little Girl will leave, but in front of his Little Girl he's brave,
When a Little Girl brings home the ring, and her Honey right behind,
Her Daddy greets him as his son, and swallows up his pride,
When the Wedding Day finally comes, and the Little Girl holds her Daddy's arm,
He hides the tears in his eyes, and finds the strength to finally let go of his Little Girl,
When a Little Girl has her own baby, her Daddy is in awe,
He hides the tears from his little grandchild, and makes a new place in his heart,
But when a Little Girl looses her Daddy, she finds her heart is shattered,
Because the bond between a Daddy and a Little Girl is unlike any other...
I Love You Daddy < 3
The Old Rusty Gate
Old rusty gate stands as guard without fear,
sightly slant at the back of my garden.
Blue bell creeper leans on as iits barden.
But it serves faithful since long thirty years.
Great watchman dutiful not yet broken.
Through day and night it acts as sentinel.
Perch for bird: Path for running squirrel.
It raises harsh cracking sound when opened.
Otherwise no complaint: Perfect watchman
I feel nostalgic and can't change the gate,
though visitors to garden get upset.
My oldest companion: I'm lts fan.
Old gate has captured thick reddish brown rust.
But it is still robust sturdy and strong
serving me sincere since thirty years long.
Struggling with time looses lustre, draws dust.
I am calling mason this afternoon
The gate will be repaired with new fresh look,
standing proud guarding garden at back nook.
To be painted and polished very soon.
07/10/22
Fourth place
Choose one of five
Contest by Joseph May
Title chosen The Old Rusty Gate
A Brian Strand Premier Choice
Contest by Brian Strand.
He stares at her picture,
the night dark in his room,
his hands are shaking,
hes phyced out, unsure what to do,
he thinks, what if he looses her,
and looses that adoring, happy look on her face,
his heart stops, he cant loose her embrace,
the tears fall from his fragile eyes,
they wont stop no matter how he tries,
they splatter on the memories,
she's in his heart, like words carved in emory...
she breathes his smell in through cloth,
his jacket held to her face, pressed over her heart,
her mind slips into the night,
the dancing thoughts have a nasty bite,
what will she do, if he goes away,
if she looses him, the thought makes her sway,
the tears spill down her cheeks,
shes crying so hard she cant even speak,
the thoughts in her mind remain so haunting,
shes phyced out, theres no way she can stop,
with every tear that falls her heart unlocks,
he's in her heart, like words carved in rock...
Waters rise, engulf the land and other ruses
we devise to block their flow, to stem the tides.
Anxious, we are left to ride the waves
on fragile barques bereft of sails.
Such flimsy arks (mere barrel staves
and baling wire) float up the sides
of great sea-risers like defiant snails
awash in slime. In time, seabrine looses
collective holds on congealed excuses
and in salt solution we dissolve.
To silver fishes we soon devolve
while worlds and stars, giants and dwarfs,
fade from mind like boats from wharfs.
And when to darker depths we dive,
will fishes miss us? Shall we survive
apart from sky, from air, from dry?
If at last we gasp and die
will crabs cavort? Can fishes cry?
No one wins in custody battles,
The children get shuffled back and forth
like cattle,
It's bad enough their family life has come
to a halt,
They have to keep reliving the horrors,
thinking it's their fault,
The feelings of wounds being aggravated by salt,
The partnership of parents may end,
but the children don't have to lose
their stable lives and friends,
All that will happen is they will become
transient people, who shun attachment,
not knowing whether to believe in God or the devil,
It's never a win-win situation when children have to choose,
in the long run everyone looses.....,
They internalize all the hate,
and begin viewing the world as evil........
Of ocean waves
their moon-powered course set rolling.
A wide river's flow
shouldering earth's water
and fertile soils toward broad deltas.
Nightlong thunderstorms
saturating all kindred life to the roots.
The wild, unbridled wind,
that frames and shapes the land.
Witnessing all these abiding powers
of earth and sky that grant life and know
its conclusion; only one phenomenon
reflects our deepest sorrow, loss, and grief;
stills and holds quiet those deep in mourning,
looses the fires of kindled love,
victory's elation---all human joy,
yet grants unrestrained catharsis and epiphany.
This most compelling paradox of power is found
in the shedding of even one human tear.
Of Tears
5-15-14 b.b.
Free Verse
Where have all the feel good stories gone
I can't remember, it's been so long,
I hate to turn on and watch the news
I just walk away, with a case of the blues
Look, Joe Paterno just got the ax
cops just busted a guy for selling kids crack,
sexual harassment allegations, against Herman Cain
Mr. Rick Perry, looses train of thought again
Dr. Murray found guilty by a jury of his peers
a 7 year old dies, a community is in tears,
Berlusconi of Italy finally goes down
a cure for our economy, not easily found
I'd like to see a story, about a child being saved
instead of a story about them being slaves,
or a story of a pup, pulled from a drain
or a cure for someone in serious pain
Or two campaigners, with something nice to say
instead of finding skeletons any which way,
But I guess I'll just stop watching the news
and go through life with my own quirky views.
Suicidal thoughts often flashed across my mind.
I might have lived and died million times.
I searched for the way to reach suicidal point
Short cut, long cut any cut to reach.
But I couldn't get one
So I just postponed it for an hour.
My thoughts went on traveling too far
But it hanged between
If, that and this.
What will happen after this?
So I went on postponing
For days, months and years.
If I announce,
I will be self imprisoned
With charges of penalty and some punishment maybe,
For keeping such thoughts with me.
It's just illegal and burnt of shame just adds another one.
If I bring into action and I am dead
I will be just buried down dead with few tears shed.
If alive after all these stunts
A severe punishment on self
And I may come into the notice of many
Ashamed and chopped I will
Be whoever sees me!
It's as good as being buried alive.
For time being everything stands Postponed.
Though the topic is too harsh and rough,
Based on reality.
Such things happens when one looses control on self.
Be in a light mood while reading this poem
As you may also love
And I request you to postponed
If such thoughts you are keeping in your mind.
Postpone it for sometime!
Just see you may find another way out
As some minute changes in our life
Can bring a lot of difference in our thoughts
I know its just easy to spell be positive
Just postpone it for time being for you aren't going to loose anything
As the life is too valuable and precious which can never be reverted back
Once dead.
Just wait and watch patiently.
Sure a sun will rise in your way as it did for me too.
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
Geetha Jayakumar.
A hero never dies
Even when he looses his battle
Courage sustains him
I have lost my muse, where did it go?
To Arms!, To Arms! we most find his soul
before his spirit looses control!
I lost my muse, where did it go?
To Arms! To Arms! we most find his heart
before his mind falls apart!
I lost my muse, where did it go?
To Arms! To Arms! close the front gate
call out the guards and lay out the bait!
I lost my muse, where did it go?
To Arms! To Arms! check here and there,
from the darkness of hell to the heavenly gate
we most find his muse before it's too late!
I lost my muse, where did it go?
To Arms! To Arms! this can not be
I think I see her swinging from a paper tree!
I lost my muse, where did she go?
To sleep my lord from all the pain
lay upon her from your feathered pen
the paper she fears to be once again.
I lost my muse, where did she go?
I found her my lord! she was always here,
in between the truth and the fear,
So calm yourself and pen me a tear,
your muse, your muse was always here.
Stuck in a situation,
Not knowing what to do?
Blocked from all directions,
Tired of being sick, throwing and feeling weak,
The people I thought I can trust walked away,
I am tired of selfish people,
I am tired of being alone and fighting this without any support,
When this should be your responsibility too!
All you want to do party and play,
I am tired of facing problems one after another,
I need peace, relax and have nothing to worry,
Yet you bring hell to me!
All you care about is you and your career,
While I give my life and risk everything for us & baby,
I give up my family, my car and now I am broke and homeless,
And all you care about is you and your dreams,
It bothers me how you think & blind to see,
My dreams and goals for my life is in the trash can,
You keep asking for respect yet you cant even understand your women,
Without a cause there is no effect,
I just wish you would understand that!
This is not about who wins or looses!
This is about us fixing problems togather as ONE!
The daylight's darkness drops again,
The wind looses its controlling brain
And the dust protest in Peaceful anger
Thunder whispers banger
Hopeless than a motioned train
A droplet of a comic tragic rain!
Humans' legs on the race,
So not to miss the trace,
As roofs struggle space of air
For roofs know not who erred
The trees forced to bow
leting green and yellow pride down,
Finally, heaven open it's doors,
As sky looses it's keys to doors
Now the earth is drowning
Like the inhabitants are sorrowing.
But we may do without rain
But not water. Is water not rain?