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Because of You

I used to be naive, I used to trust
but then that trust just crumbled into dust
the world at large is so unkind, it's true
there is the world at large, and then there's you

You are the one on whom I rest my soul
my naked thoughts reveal without control
You are the one to banish every doubt
to make me see what trust is all about

You are the one I tell each secret fear
the one whose fragrant promise lingers near.
You are the one who knows my hidden ways
Who fills with love the moments and the days

You are my fortress sure, my anchored dream
I lie still in your arms in flowing stream
You are the one who loves without degree
the one whose smile erases history

You are the lover's hope avowed in pledge
A sure security when life's on edge
You are my truth, my strength, my everything
Because of you, my heart and soul can sing

Eileen Manassian 


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2017


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Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Bread

Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Bread
       ( First of Three Poem Trilogy )

I

I've no problem with bardolatry fans
their barmecide and oft humorous rants.
Give me golden words not found in empty cans,
not bawbee's from those with sad, empty pants.
Truly I enjoy, bright golden attic wit,
creators of canorous verse that soars.
Those I may share bumbo and be a big hit
not with callithumpians that so sorely bores.

Nor do I fancy to become a bichon frise,
beholding to those with comminatory ways.
Finding some will cut you off at the knees
as a criticaster dariole for fugacious pay.
Floccinaucinihilipilification,
judged by Flews that chatter in morbid tune. 
Give me saudade and a sandy beach vacation
with very little scrippage in the month of June.

Aye, no snollygoster soucouyant will do,
for my heart and soul begs sun-grazing songs.
Not a superbious umbriferous critic or two,
with the poet's soul this body truly belongs.
Seeking no uroboros legacy my ink doth stain
as a soulcatcher with a selkie as a muse.
Alone, in this rawky terrain my life will remain
for solitude and honor my poet's heart doth choose.

I've no problem with bardolatry fans
their barmecide and oft humorous rants.
Give me golden words not found in empty cans,
not bawbee's from those with sad, empty pants.
Truly I enjoy, bright golden attic wit,
creators of canorous verse that soars.
Those I may share bumbo and be a big hit,
not with callithumpians that so sorely bores.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-21-2018
Rhyme

Note: 
Make of this what you will,
I give thus and surely shall send no bill
Yet in my poet's heart my soul oft grieves
for the Autumn colors not the decaying leaves
For the heart that yearns to write and truly give
and the mortal soul that writes to live
With inked symbols and a mind tired of toil
wading through worlds filled with pride and hidden turmoil
I write with purpose to give to others, not to take
tho' oft my poet's heart over burning coals some gladly rake.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


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Emerald Forests

Emerald Forests

Emerald forest hiding from man's curse
if found, its never better , always worse.
Wretched destroyers we are in this abode
in our arrogance we are firmly sold.

Greed for taking everything in our path
we in our false pride deliver our wrath.
Astonished that some may in this rebel
when seeking their deaths, damn them all to hell.

If true, the meek inherit this sweet earth
then our dear souls must love for all their worth.
Where river and bend meet with shining sky
Nature teases us to ask how and why.

Shall we pray that emerald forests hide?
Take action on that we can not abide?

Robert J. Lindley, 11-29-2016

Syllables Per Line: 10 
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 	108


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016


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My Wish For You

I wish for you long lives together
With more sunshine days than stormy weather,
To always share your laughs and tears
Support each other through your fears.
And when things get rough, as they sometimes will
Take each others hand and climb that hill.
When life is good and you're on cloud nine,
Rejoice and be thankful that all is fine.
I pray your life together will be blessed
Always try to do your best,
Hug, love be faithful and strong,
May your journey together be full of song.
To one another always be true,
These are the things that I wish for you.

2nd June 2017

I wrote and read this in Church yesterday for the marriage of my daughter Lucy and son in lawTom. Such a magical day was had by all. Blessings to them.


Copyright © Elizabeth Kinch | Year Posted 2017


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The Packing of a Suitcase

     Consider, Recall, Reflect, Hesitate, Tremble
           Before your life's vast sweep.

     Step back; Try to fathom
           How much it's all meant.

     Crease, Fold, Pile, Stack, Mark
           Each decade's clothing you've worn.

     Pause! Write a poem to
           Bid all your lovers adieu.

     Whimper, Cry, Sob, Weep for--
           Last suitcase ever you'll pack.


                    March 07, 2018
           



Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018


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Some rain must fall upon every roof

When life gives a choice don't ask why
Don't dwell in dark under a star-lit sky
If music starts playing go find your voice
Don't ask why when life gives a choice

Every life will smile bearing a gift of joy
Echoing sounds of a harmonious ploy
Spreading cheer, donning perky style
Bearing a gift of joy every life will smile

In times of despair, know there's hope
Happiness resides in everyone's scope
Blessings embody within every prayer
Know there's hope in times of despair

Upon every roof some rain must fall
Life once in a while answers your call
When love finds us, that is one proof
Some rain must fall upon every roof

May 14, 2018
Poem of the day on May 16, 2018

NOTE:
This poem is a Swap Quatrain. This form was created by Lorraine M. Kanter.
Within the Swap Quatrain each stanza in the poem must be a quatrain (four lines) where the first line is reversed in the fourth line. In addition, line 2 must rhyme with line 1, and line 3 must rhyme with line 4 and so on, BUT not repeat the same rhyming pattern on subsequent stanzas. Rhyming pattern: AABB, CCDD, and so on.


Copyright © Vijay Pandit | Year Posted 2018


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Bye Yesterday, Hello Today

Bring a cup and fetch my Tears, Because tomorrow has been for Years. Life challenges, my favorite Seat, As my fear dances to my Heartbeat. Day and night, I don't Care, As poverty, the cloth i Wear. Happiness travels in Dreams, Yet with hope,possible it Seems. Drunk, a way to Forget. Yet once awake, it's time to Regret. Questions, i ask Myself, Even though no answers on my Shelve. Here i am slowly Sinking, In that ocean called Thinking. As a new day keeps Wishing, Maybe Faith is what's Missing. After all is said and Done Like the rise of a new Sun, The hope for a better Tomorrow, Is the path i have chosen to Follow.


Copyright © Philips Aje | Year Posted 2016


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The Paper Clip

The Paper Clip

They were such a lovely couple
From a very very rich family
I was invited to
The birthday party

She was all of three
Adorable and soon ever more sweet
Once the candles were blown
That huge cake would be such a treat

Now the presents were a plenty
Clothes, jewelry, toys
Dolls, doll houses and bikes and more joys
I was somewhat shy, mine was not so grandiose

I had wrapped in an old cigar box
Another box much smaller
Inside a third box even smaller
Inside that me gift

A small piece of paper
Folded with a bright red paper clip
A wee little poem
That said these simple words

You are a treasure
Hidden inside these many boxes
So beautiful and worth the discovery
You are the jewels of life, you so lovely

I had drawn a pretty princess
On the paper fine in pink redress
I read her the words
From the bottom of my heart

Her eyes lit up so bright
I got the hugest biggest hug in sight
She ran away with a paper clip and
Three old cigar boxes

In a child’s happiness and 
Pure delight
I sighed
The gift was so just right!



An afterthought from ancient times


The Poetry of Wine

Gifts that come from the heart
Light up the soul
When you gaze into a starlit sky
Count the millions of gifts from the heart
Their goodness shall shine
Upon us mortals


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016


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Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 13

In his seething silence, I spoke, softly to him,
“Did I desire once to be higher than you, oh seething heart?
Could I, in my human flesh, sympathize for your imminent demise?
Cradling you in my sorrows, as an embryo not yet grown
Yes, I had resented my place, 
Barreling in the disease of my compassion for you, 
I spoke, I sang, I wrote poetry in your name,
And I glorified your poison as it had shaped my ways,
How it evaded my mind in its sick arrays,
Even as the gift of knowledge grew upon my soul,
Lighting my way in places where you have swallowed it

The very poison you distributed among the masses,
Passed from soul to soul, 
In your time of dominion, you had control,
Stringing as you did, your puppets to dance
To your song, your darkening chords,
Humanity belittled in your rampaging reign,
Clouded in your clinging arms
Few stood tall against the strain,
That your fingers would pluck the strings
Your claws slipped from their grip
Digging and breaking the ground for the nourishing weak

I sorrowed over the unjustifiable sins,
Wondering why you were so adamant to win 
I spoke to you as a child would do,
Questioning you unassumingly, 
Curiously crawling toward your misery
To understand your heart of mystery
Today, I do the same, as a child,
But with strength, and the prospect to endure
Till the days pass as they have always
Hours dwindling while my company tenses
My host, You, oh Tortured One,
Waiting, for the moment to crush me in your dwindling power
The night shall drain just as the day does
And we shall both, in different times,
Stand in glory, to kneel as prostrates corrected…”

The lighted maelstrom rumbled and grew, 
Rising higher upon the walls of the pit
Voices crescendoing in a frightful dissonance
As he stood before it, looking out on the balcony
He held his tongue, in deep thought
“Come,” Said he, turning his body slowly toward me

His hand stretched out to me and I stared at it,
His long fingers eager for my touch,
Fervent for my light,
So that he may take it all away
In the grip of his powerful sway

I set my hand purposely upon his,
He wrapped his long fingers and claws around,
Trembling in impatience, tugging me along
His wings flapping mightily, 
Lusty burning in his hold

He sang,
“Toward my heart you draw forth your compassions,
As I plan against your God’s Kingdom so restlessly,
My hand outstretched, you speak your glories,
And clasp onto what burns I may offer
To empower such a woman as you, 
I will rise and show you, the Domination Age to come,
An Age that calls to you, beautiful, strange woman,
Under your moist lashes, 
And my dire distractions
I am tormented not in your sight,
You relieve this heart with your brashness so right,
You are courageous in your unpretentious ways,
Your truth tolerant of these darkening days
Rising we fly, as we discuss our distinctive fight,
My creations, your eyes open to 
I will show you my reign, my pain,
The burden that grows to this evil I sustain
We, outcasts, questioners of immoral rectitude
The knowledge answered in years of your solitude
I will answer you as I long to do,
Upon the lips that utter my magnificence
Upon the face that musters brilliance
You do not blind yourself with your intelligence,
Though you rest your hand upon mine with distance
You shall never fear me again as you once did, sweet woman
You shall fear me more so, until your swelling soul is sore
Thrashing in its conflicted muddles
The truth of our world will break your beleaguered heart free
Bring your heart once more near me,
For in you, I shall not die…”


Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015


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Ghostly mirage

All one will ever need is you everlasting loyalty 
where a thousand teardrops are sourced 
glistening gems from the fountain they shall fall 
with the grace adorned beauty held within

That of a single tune striking cords deeply
Kissed by the oceans is the salt contained 
In wild seas it's there phantoms of the past nightshades 
driven by ghosts is the tides turning current

Crashing waves hurled by the breath exhaled 
tempest of the storm you carry away footprints 
where all that remains is the shell of your being 
bleached through the sands of time


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2018


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The Man in the Wheelchair

He comes rolling around
I hear the wheels, I know the sound
Everyone clears out of the way
Except me, I stand my ground
 	With a smile and stay

We talk and laugh and debate all day
Drinkin coffees and sometimes cafe laities
Now people look and see him there
I see only a friend who loves and cares

Autistic they say, yet I am blind
I see only a man who is strong and kind
Now I may be a fool, but that's ok
With a friend as that, I got lots to say

I tell him this and I tell him that
He tells me stories, and that's a fact
Now I may not be the most patient man
Yet he, is one who somehow understands

As violins play he dances and sways
Dreaming of times where enfants joued
Knowing the world has its cruel days
He kept his smile, through spring to may
	In life's sorrows, we both sit in silence

As times keeps moving and slips away


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017


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Seed of destruction

Father of all bombs when dropped 
five times greater than the mother 
Where a fallen angel's dance begins 
fornicating with matter darkening subjects 
through and through dimensions opening a porthole 
Acting a tough guy with your orange face 
shows little wit as one peace maker 
gives a bloody nose to politics to say the least 
To this sinful act of heresy that's displayed under lies 
in provoking war with the show of strength and power
Blind becomes your weakness 
Takes more than courage to grow a backbone 
to be humble aggression is by deeds done 
under one sign of weakness shows where the insecurity dwells 

co written by Liam and Bobby McDaid
our joint opinion on a certain matter our world has become filled with evil slave masters rising to power under mass human sacrifice 










Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017


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True Colours

Bad situations reveal colours of truth,
a chance to see how friends and relations view you.

Judgement day
shall we say,
a time to decide
who to kick out
or keep by your side.

Always remember who turned away or deserted you.
Make them a memory, 
don't make them an enemy.
Pretending and false, 
you don't know them at all,
disguising their faults, 
their views and their thoughts,
using fake personalities 
in untrue realities,
asking for favours reducing your salary.

But in a real moment of need, 
when you beg cry and you plead,
how they respond will test your belief.

Cus lit up with light
so strong and so bright
both who are sighted
and unsighted alike can see,
if your really seen as an important priority,
do they show you love
or a real lack of loyalty.

A blessing for you
as you discover who's true. 
Some fools you stood around
are nowhere to be found.
It's time to start new 
and walk away tall
remember they're NOTHING
they're NOTHING AT ALL.

Richard Lamoureux
People Contest
11/9/2017 (September 11 2017).


Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2017


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The Prayer Book Forgotten

Lord I came to you empty handed.
No prayer book today.
I ask myself what shall I pray to you
without the help of compositions
written by people  much better than I?
 
I know you do not really care
what I recite from books,
especially when such prayers
are quickly read not meditated, 
with distractions all around.
For my mind keeps wandering
on inconsequential things,
or very often concentrated
on frivolous supplications for me.
 
But now I am at loss.
What should I pray?
Let's see Lord if I can think.
For look, this world is evil.
Please forgive our hardheartedness.
Do not look upon our wrongs,
but rather receive our good.
In this respect O Lord,
I offer you your Son,
His tattered body on the cross,
His royal blood shed to the last drop.
I offer you His Soul and Divinity,
in atonement of our sins
and those of the whole world.
For we are all your children Lord,
and without your help we are mere failures.
 
There Lord, I can say no more.
Please accept my offering.
And may I hope next time
I won't forget my prayer book?
Or should I?


Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016


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What's my life without love

They say beauty defines you 
But I think your heart defines you
Your heart is an unique jewel 
Made to be shined and loved 

Your heart and my heart are no different 
They beat the same joy of living 
Maybe sing different tunes 
But their rhythms are exactly alike

Fragile maybe but heartbeat strong
Tireless to care and smile
They sing they cry they fly they fall 
They go thru a lot yet unrelenting to beat on 
 
Baby your heart is beautiful 
You can't do no wrong letting it shine 
Remember risk is where reward comes from
Perchance happiness 

As my heart is soft and yes fragile 
Been broken and cried countless times 
Yet relentless to love on 
Because what's my life without love


        Smile 

   Akkina R Downing
        8-12-17


Copyright © Akkina Downing | Year Posted 2017


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Big Ego

He's got a big ego,
he keeps offending people,
he scoops the same scoop,
& round & round we loop,
until the bubble pops, 
& the world sees him flop,
reject the rude, deflate your ego,
swearing kills the mood, able?

I'm getting to cocky,
I could outbox Ali,
wrestle with The Rock,
reach the top and stop & mock.
Ego full of stock,
forget the tick tock
cus I'm 24 7 
until I get into heaven,
insomnia beckons 
& amnesia threatens,
bend rhymes like Beckham
dunk punks like Jordan,
the mental perfection 
with its rhyme injection,
about to live the lesson
of the ego outstretchin'
the limit it can flex,
the crux, the critical,
I rhyme the old skool
& wear hip hop shoes,
I hate the mumble flop 
with the words unused.
It's just ear abuse,
on the loose, with no use,
noise with no excuse.

Big man, big balls he's acting like a right prick,
Big man, big balls disguise a very little dick,
Big man, big balls overcompensating it,
Goodbye big man, with average rhymes no different.

I suspect that this project
will impact & inflict
sick tricks, & then retract 
& evaporate back
to the Gods intact,
before it's redirected 
to another level head
who wrecks & blows it, 
crash the car, went to far,
you go from feeling cool
to a sample of your stool,
that once big head
gone & the face left red,
baking big mistakes,
taking a punch of a heavyweight,
David doesn't always beat Goliath,
cometh the hour,
cometh the coffin,
you can't stimulate with coffee
cus the heart stop beatin',
the soul is set free,
& this world you're leavin',
beaten down with ease
lying dead and bleedin'.

Big man, big balls he's acting like a right prick,
Big man, big balls disguise a very little dick,
Big man, big balls overcompensating it,
Goodbye big man, with average rhymes no different.

One hand holds but the other can't reach,
near rhymes arnt real rhymes, 
& sand doesn't mean a beach,
but if you find the flow,
find a way to wined the cable,
then transmit clear & stable
& accurate like a machete,
you'll rhyme like a line of spaghetti,
but with deadwood on your lead
& at ease in your bed head,
cus it feels so easy with an ego,
then know it won't make a good show,
so put your feet on the ground
be aware of how the words sound,
stop the passive aggression
or accept a massive devaluation,
leave behind the prima donna
or become another gonna,
fill your minds storage
with knowledge beyond the college,
there's always more to learn
& more wood to burn,
big heads remove themselves
when they burn their own shelves.


Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2018


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Footprints

We all leave footprints
where ever we go
some are easily seen
some barely show
With the passage of time
some will fade away
while others will last
until your dying day
They show the wear on your shoes
and how heavy your load
where you've come from
and the direction you go
You cannot choose
where your path begins
and have little control
over how it will end
What matters most
is the choices you make
how far you travel
and the road you take
Whether they last forever
or quickly fade
that others are better
for the footprints you made


Copyright © Joseph Lyson | Year Posted 2017


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If Not Tomorrow

What is to come
if not tomorrow,
when all is left is
no time to borrow

Moments remain still
nothing else matters,
seconds stop ticking
and yesterday shatters

Was today really lived
even any memory made,
as mundane and routine
overshadow and fade

Death only comes
when we never live,
dwelling on pain
all becoming negative

Throwing away hours
and wasting a minute,
the time of your life
is surely not infinite

Live relentlessly until
the last breath is taken,
dream on and on again
until illusion is shaken

Be left with memories
not regret or sorrow,
in time for today
if not tomorrow.







Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2018


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Upward Journey Of Lessons

Upward Journey Of Lessons

As I sit here , and to myself I smile
Thinking of those that I have met
For the most part, were docile
There were a few i wished I'd forget

Times of great talk and great fun
People met, poetry discussed some
Those few in my heart number one
The others left me feeling numb

Can't help feel I still don't belong
Its my problem , always been me
Gut feelings have never been wrong
A caged animal I need to be set free

The kindness to me you've shown
My soul holds a certain wanderlust
Tried to deny it but I've always known
Seeing i can care and again trust


Thank you for showing me a wonderful time
Upwards journey of lessons I must climb!


Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2018


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Just An Old Man

Just An Old Man

Just an old man I came to know
his mind still busy, feet were slow.
Tired feet lounged in old, worn shoes
he had lived, lived and paid his dues!

An old man, one I always loved
one who taught me to fight when shoved.
Showed me to be kind when one could
how to work hard and saw firewood!

An old man, long ago I knew
taught me to say, yes sir on cue.
Suffered to give more than he had
to raise good sons, not to be bad!

An old man, one God took away
taught me true love and how to pray.
Gave his kind heart and gave his all
to teach me to stand proud and tall!

An old man, that never forgot
to aid me, were I on the spot.
Old man that gave, not being asked
in that bright light, this soul once basked!

Just an old man, so brave and true
wore the old, to buy me the new.
An old man, one I so cherish
I pray to meet, when I perish!

An old man, one I hope to see
that good son, he raised me to be.
Just an old man, one that loved me
pray I, to one day be as he!

Robert J. Lindley, 9-24-2017
Rhyme( A Tribute To My Father)

NOTE: Greatest blessing in my life was to know, love and be loved by this brave and kind man. He passed away in his sleep on the morning of his 68th birthday.


I have labored on writing this tribute poem for about 9 weeks now. Leaving it, coming back,making changes.
Always trying to improve it, as nothing seemed good enough.
Then I finally saw the light, my father tho' extremely intelligent was still a simple man. One that believed good triumphs over evil, that people are only human and thus they should not be judged against a perfection yardstick.

For weeks I sought perfection to honor him, one I so dearly love.
Then he seemed to say to me this morn-- " son, when love is true it is already perfection, regardless of how its presented."
With that in mind, I finished this poem today. And hope you may enjoy it and think beautiful and loving thoughts/memories of your
father, be he now living or passed on as is mine..



Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017


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Once A Wild Child, Playing Barefooted In Deep Snow

Once A Wild Child, Playing Barefooted In Deep Snow

Until you have walked the hard path, felt its brutal cold
stopped believing this world, in it great lies being sold
do not ever step forth and dare try to ridicule me
for I am a seeding planted beneath Truth's great tree.

Taught from birth, Nature is far greater friend than foe
once a wild child playing barefooted, in deep snow
now a man that has lived with his eyes wide open 
never deceived into being another blinded token.

Truth came in with my birth and Native American blood
later knowledge of Nature's gift like a raging flood
I sleep and dream of earth, virgin as once it stood
Yes, I would remove man's many stains if only I could.

Until you have walked the hard path, felt its brutal cold
Stopped believing this world, in it great lies being sold.

R.J. Lindley,
April 22nd 1978
Sonnet,(Nature, Native Blood And Wisdom)


NOTE- I have been ill these last few days. Could not write and even this morn can only post this very old poem, unedited. Forgive me this lack of new writes, I am trying to post and finish some of my old poems and many fragments..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


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- Haiku X 107 - Stronger Than Yesterday -





None experience
Born with silver spoon in mouth
Not call it a dream










- 16.03.2017
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
- Copyright © All Rights Reserved 
- www.howmanysyllables.com - Haiku 5-7-5


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017


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A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013


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Behind That Smile

Those beautiful smiles
Sometimes have cried the most tears
Charitable hearts

Edward J Ebbs - February 22, 2015


Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2015


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Hope

Don't rush to wash off the sea salt 
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.


Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016