Best Lovingly Poems
I Lovingly Remember Summer
I remember the golden as tea, warmth from the
tangerine sun, on my young, tanned back.
I remember swimming in the cool lake and the
delightful waves, drenching my young skin.
I remember my going fishing and was so glad
when the fish got away and swam to freedom.
I remember the smell of outdoor barbecue pork
and beef, coleslaw and the closeness of family.
I remember jumping off the white, wood pier, into welcoming waves.
Despite being so terrified but overjoyed that I could do it.
I remember neighborhoods in Chicago and we rarely
locked doors, as there was an absence of fear.
I remember playing on the sidewalk with my childhood
friends, under the summer moon that came to smile at us.
I remember the freedom of no seat belt laws and we stood
in the back of Daddy’s car, played games and house.
I remember when cars were not made the size of coffee cans,
and were stunning, with huge,whitewall tires .
I rememcer the sane and beautiful music of the 1940’s like Cole Porter
and George Gershwin, playing in the car under full monlit summer’s eves.
I remember how we were so very proud to be Americans, whose theme
was whispered by the trees!!
Even though I am older~all these, are the paintings on my soul.
I remember the laughter and joys of my carefree days.
But ~ my best memory is a surprise, and is yet to come!
7/3/2024
verdant lacy moss
nestles tree in loving way
ethereal entrance
My ice blue eyes
Ice blue eyes ~ gaze lovingly at you
Radiating ~ joy to all I see
My motto ~” show kindness to all”
A smile chases all the blues away
Blue butterfly ~ flutters by
Such beauty to behold
I love nature, wildflowers, trees,birds,bees
All radiate God’s love
Stop what your doing ~ smell the roses
Be thankful to be alive
You are enough my friend
The world a better place because your in it.
Put on your coat or hoodie like me
Let’s go a walk in beauty that surrounds us
Autumn is springing forth
Awesome colours to brighten your day
Turquoise blue in child birth comes forth 'Tristan'
a treasured innocence baby boy by two parents and God has been formed
The creation of a new generation a dawning of a new life
making time so endless and an everlasting beautiful new light
Sired by a father who brings into being
the image of a prince as his tears show no yielding
Born to a mother of a rare and tender gentle soul
for her child she will ride the tides from young until old
The joy of a baby boy with wagons, hot cars and such
playing in the mud with a worm as a gift his small hands will clap with success
He will try so hard to follow in his fathers stand
but in his heart he will always have his mothers gentle hand
Take joy in this day and give thanks to God who has blessed you with a babe
delight in your new sons life as an angel in God's arms heavenly bathed
Taste and savor his love don't let a day pass without a hug
secure him and take his hand as he grows from a boy to a man
Capture all of his life's joy and embrace his spirit
for today you've been given the breath of life to a baby boy
now called Tristan who carries your lifeblood.
T Reams 9/17/15 copyright Dedicated to my sweet niece 'Ashlee and her husband 'Franz' on their first child 'Tristan' coming soon.
Valley was vast
View was the best
Sun was about to set
For prey, birds search to get
Breeze was pleasant
Passers were complacent
Boys bath at a pool
Crows fight like a fool
Sun became a lamp
Returning home were lamb
Distantly heard was melody
Thick forest was woody
Sun surges to set
Self was easy to forget
This thought, surely shall last
As I was lovingly lost!
Above poem is adapted from the eBook “EAGLE EDUCATES ENDURANCE! AND OTHER POEMS ON NATURE ” by Mr.V.Muthu manickam. Copyright is held by V.Muthu manickam.
Lovingly, Apu
Prithwiraj Chowdhury
Pulu, how are you? Are you all well, these days?
This pen is down on spark, too soon, quite a dismay!
These letters are tracing more and more blurry , even more than a foggy winter morn,
Where all these years got eloped, along the way? How come, a mystic fate, for so long?
It seems, as if , these gone days, the sundial rested the bonded mystery on a railtrack.
With a longer story to tell, between, I managed your address , now it is with me.
Silly me! I have simply forgotten to introduce myself, a thing in my task list, yet to see,
Can you recall me? I am roll number forty six, Apurba Kumar Roy, to be more precise.
Last time, I saw you in Nagpur, in a factory workplace.
Do you know what happened, then? I visited Khulna, Aparna’s village place.
Khulna, in Bangladesh, now, so the map says.
Who is there, still living in residence?
Is there anyone remaining, who calls you “Pulu”, other than me?
Kajol is a married family man now, he is posted in Calcutta, with his service.
Apart from all these, let us come to the topic of this letter, why so, why this one, now?
Do not have any clue to begin with words, to fetch a river of tears with cobblestones, to let you know.
It has been almost thirty years since we last met, no correspondence , nothing at all!
Perhaps you will say, “It is all your fault, why did you not do so, to add up to makeup?”
No stories of addition are left these days, all evolved with subtractions along a lifeline!
My sister left at age six, dad at ten, and while at seventeen, mom left me, for good.
And the spring on a blossoming twenty two, took away Aparna, too!
And not only them, in a seasoned present tense, all are gone, the smoke train engine, my nightingale of sorrow.
(To be contd.)
I watched you as you
Smiled softly, strolling through the stools.
Your shirt clung to you like
The spidery fingers of love that gripped me.
Your matted hair was silky soft
And your skin felt like satin on my lips.
Your name was heavenly on my tongue and only divine
Intervention could stop me from loving you.
But I doubt that even that, would stop the infection
Slowly rushing through my veins, paralysing me,
Heart outwards.
The heat and fire and web of desire
That was woven by the spiders of passion,
Caught the flies of love.
It devoured them
Slowly,
Carefully,
Lovingly.
Like my mind seemed to drink in your presence.
Slowly,
Carefully,
Lovingly.
My eyes raked over every detail, not allowing
You to escape me. Your hands, those hands which I
Had longed to caress, touched my back softly,
And shook me from my observations as you
Had shaken my world so many months before.
You smiled gently down at me.
And then you disappeared, like a perfect dream.
Gone, before I could kiss you once again,
Slowly,
Carefully,
Lovingly.
To cast an infinite chamber
In certain places of the moon,
To twist and to waltz
Till the black night fades.
Then soften at sultry morning
Underneath a baobab tree
While afternoon stroked the horizon lightly,
Lovingly as I ---
A strange yet, delightful vagary!
To cast an infinite chamber
In the beloved areola of the sun,
Waltz! Twist! Twist!
Till the brisk day is done.
Soften at fallow night…
Underneath the baobab tree…
Night stroking gingerly
Lovingly as I.
baby, i'm stuck in the fog.
it is surrounding me.
trying to find a way out,
but there's not much i can see
except a shadow where you used to be.
maybe i can reach the light house
before you reach the sea.
but i know you'll find a way out
and lovingly leave.
~~ I Lovingly Remember~~
I remember being in my crib, hugging my Teddy Bear.
I remember, Mother reading poetry to me.
I remember, dancing and talking to myself, in a tall mirror.
And I remember, getting my first manicure, leather school bag,
with my initials, embossed in gold.
I remember, so well, the scary black-outs in WW II.
I remember, my very first Holy Communion.
I remember, rolling down tall hills of fluffy snow.
I even remember, my first diamond ring, set in rose-gold.
I remember, the joy of walking my playful dog.
But my favorite memory.………is still yet to come!
And on this busy day before a blessed Thanksgiving,
Please SHARE one or two of yours, that is in your memory shining!
Thank you!
With Holiday Hugs….
Panagiota xx
Under the moonlight
He sees her eyes
Once They embrace,
The stars, they rise
Day after day,
the sun shines for them, so it be
Someday they will find a place
To Carve their names onto a tree
Roses in her amber stained hair,
Daisies in his spring basil eyes
They are one until the earth turns to dust,
They will grow old and together be lovingly wise.
Ode to lovingly I love my love
I starve for your passion, you cause me grief reaction;
connected, bound, to never be crushed, in my eyes I do trust;
joined, to never disguise, my eyes lo! My eyes do so cry-cries;
forever, my lovingly I love my love;
Ode to lovingly I love my love, O so I love you;
Ode so lovingly I love my love, O so I love true;
O’ my so lovingly I love my love, O so I love you;
my dearest lovingly I love my love, it’s you that I so love;
connected, bound, to never be crushed, and never shall I be moved;
I see the beautiful world in your radian brown eyes;
my dearest lovingly I love my love, it’s no surprise;
Ode to lovingly I love my love, O so I love you;
Ode so lovingly I love my love, O so I love true;
O’ my so lovingly I love my love, O so I love you;
Ode to lovingly I love my love;
You are a stone, a garden, of your soul;
Joined, bound, to never fall never more;
Connected together, I bequeath to you;
I melt in your passions passionate are you;
I melt in your passions passionate are you;
Ode to lovingly I love my love, O so I love you;
Ode so lovingly I love my love, O so I love true;
O’ my so lovingly I love my love, O so I love you;
7/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
all hands around me;
purposely so lovingly;
co-provider mum;
~
so my life guider;
my mother, mama, mommy;
I thank God, for you
~
lovingly mommy
5/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
The memory of one night recently
Still wanders intently through my brain
I hear your voice in darkness and it leaves me
Longing for more and it excitedly drives me insane
You again had taken me places, and I ever so willingly went,
That no man has ever been able to find
All that with just you speaking to me through the phone line
Even with many around you made me feel safe with your voice being so sweet,
sexy and very kind
If all this with just talking over the phone imagine if I again ever get your touch
No control for me would be able to be contained because I need that so much
but this with her is something you have to do, you have to try
Yet you hold your hands to cover my eyes from this your afraid I'll cry
You keep the truth from me because of how I may take it I need to know why
I'm stronger now than you know
Do you cover my eyes from your truth
Because you don't just want to hurt my feelings and you want them spared
Or do you hold you hand there
Because deep down for me you and in love with me to and it's more right now
then you realize or let yourself care
You go ahead and try to work it all out between you two
Hope she feels lucky or once again have another chance with you
I sure would if in her shoes
I would show you all what as a man you deserve
I hope you give it a really good chance on making it all work out
Because if you didn't you wouldn't be the man you are and have always been to
everyone who's ever known you
You wouldn't then be doing just everything you could possibly do
It's true
So do it don't stop until you're done
If you need someone to talk to
I'll still be here
And still be trying not for you to shed one single tear
And please know that I have always loved you
I believe towards me you feel that way to
Here is where I'll be
If and when you need me
When you remember when you see
The other night so recently
How the memory wanders through your brain
How we can yet still drive each other so lovingly insane
Words Lovingly Written
With the firm held touch of a pen
Soft-spoken words unimagined
The peace of Christ inside the heart
The grace of His eternal forgiveness
God has created nothing more than beautiful
Pen in hand, words from Him so lovingly…
God has words lovingly written
SELAH
Dedicated to Regina Elliott
inspired by REGINA EILLIOTT
4/21/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
from anthology "God's Children New Poets, Poems and New Friends 3"