Best Milestone Poems

Dismal stars out
Contrite to feelings
The moon glows brightly.
The storm is inside.
Tears form as I cry.

Regret, I don’t.
Have I done wrong?
Here and now stand
Weeping for hope.

Willow tree
Sways in wind
Vision rapt

Hope gales.
Godspeed!

Life
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 Penned on January 02, 2015!...

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Today I crossed a milestone in a most eventful life
Fourscore years of wonder in a world awash in strife
I’ve kept a sense of humor in the face of utter gloom
Honored my commitments, married an incredible wife.
I’ve lived through awful wars and horrible pandemics
Frightening social upheavals...

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they say age is just a number.
it was-but now, it's not. 
it has become, an adversary. 
something to be avoided-at all cost. 
7, 8, 9, 10---these were friends i looked forward to meeting. later-
18, 19, 20, 21, these were  goals, i looked forward to,...

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Joyful bath spree 

in this comfort zone of his, verily free

unbound from wheelchair, basking with glee

he counts through sign language, "one, two, three..."

Milestone --- expectant heart thanks God for --- since we see

triumph exuded by special child*, we call “Sweetie.”

*Proverbs 20:11 Even a child is...

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A new decade is in front of you to embrace
Reaping the sow of seeds planted in years
Walking the path life has traced without fear
Collecting the joys and sorrows within you

Looking back, makes remember memories
Younger days without  worries in the mind
Until one day, you became...

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“I thank my God upon every remembrance of you, Always in every prayer of mine for you all making request with joy,  For your fellowship in the gospel from the first day until now;  Being confident of this very thing, that he which...

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the extended hands

of an excited mother -

a baby's first steps


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Writing Challenge 5, May 2019 Senryu Contest
Hosted by Dear Heart
Placed 2nd...

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A yell and a cheer!
Our first egg is here!
The gift from our new hens,
The first of the year.
And Anna came running,
The egg in her hand
as if `twere a diamond
From some distant land.
We all gathered close
As she softly set down
The first home-grown
Of a soft, creamy brown.
And...

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Author Dana Redricks
February 16, 2017

With every pebble, unturned
With every road that I have
Turned there is a lesson to learned
Of which many roads I have traveled alone
Many of uncertainty of the unknown
Rather in company or on my own,
Alone as in the company of many
But never alone...

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History records the triumphs of the deserving heroes,not of tyrants,
on those eternal pages to remind Humankind of their sacrifice 
that were immensely cherished and safely  
sealed in its graceful memory;
let mine be regarded as such,
because my purpose is to expose greed and misery,
and all...

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DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OF A NERVOUS DISPOSITION.


Non of us are old enough to remember 
the nineteen eighteen awful influenza,
this pandemic documented as bird flu
hundred years on could be me or you,
then over five hundred million perished
now it could be loved ones, our...

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ME
Loving, giving, caring,
Always trying.
ME
Contradicting, dissatisfied, lying, forgetful.
I
Easily satisfied, slow to anger, quick to love.
I
Afraid, fearful, often lazy.

Inability to apply myself
TRUE
Ability to acknowledge
TRUE

Confident?
Never.
Right, almost always.
Right, not to you.
Right, never.
Left, long ago
Left, too late
Who said go?
I didn't hear them.
So you tell me,
Where does this road lead?
Guidance? Truth?
Too...

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(This verse is painted for my Loving Daughter P Suzanna Christy on her 8th birthday) 

It was the day she began to move out,
She’d been in the cradle of her mother’s womb
Some seven years before silently in her dreams,
And her dreams! Who knows? But He...

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You spoke a new language
  of rarefied air
  guided nonchalantly 
  through curving channels of brass

Conduits of cool
  juries of jazz
  floating past soulful valves 
  harbingers of what will come

Slender fingers
  improvising storylines
  magistrates of melancholy
...

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& I am proud of my 100 poems goal but as this morning I HATE how this poem ends.  Stay tuned for a much better ending.

This poem is not about apples
although their skin is pretty red,
and its not about bananas
with their taste so sweet...

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