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!
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
bailiffs of bop
Miles from the mainstream
a milestone of
modern modalities
kind of blue
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 with prejudices endemic,
But I’ve also seen a great many achievements for good
Encountered a majority of folks doing what they should
I’ve loved and lost, while enjoying many friendships
Along the way, and I can say, I’ve had a darn good run,
So when I go, I hope folks’ll say, “He surely did have fun!”
Please no tears when you learn I’ve bought the farm
I’ve tried to live my life without doing anyone harm,
I’ve done the best I could with what little I was given
I’m looking forward to a longer run, of course, in heaven.
written on December 5, 2021
my 80th birthday!
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, accomplishing. then-
27, 28, 29, 30-these were achievements i enjoyed, accomplishing.
-now, there's 40. looming, smirking, menacing.
arms crossed-fearful and stern just above the horizon.
40-The Great Divide.
YOuth-a distant memory, old age beckoning.
WHoever said age is just a number,
had not, yet-met-40.
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 known by his doings, whether his work be pure, and whether it be right.
May 19, 2021
3rd place, "Charm me" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 5/23/2021.
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 the strong man
Molded strongly with teaching experiences
Nowadays, is a loving husband and father
Hopelessly devoted to his dearly beloved wife
Until someday, death till you apart forever
Leaving as a legacy two beautiful daughters
Celebrate with your dearest ones your big day
Recapitulating the most important moments
Captured in the bottom of your gold heart
Keepsaked for the future coming birthdays
Dedicated to an excellent Poet and esteemed friend
At his birthday
6-14-2016
“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 hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ.” (Philippians 1:3-6 of the King James Bible)
First time meeting brings surprises
both for the instructor and the learners
and I was not exempted from such mixed emotion-engulfment...
It was the commencement of my teaching vocation
and my faith fervently faced fears for firsts
in the classroom arena as a neophyte
marked with the role of an adviser…
That was more than three decades ago
filled with reminiscences worth basking for
of nostalgic “throwback” episodes, devoid of cuts...
Here am I now savoring wondrous greetings and messages
from that batch of eager students through the “facebook”
extending their love, and I feel like enclosed around God’s embrace…
Constant virtual chats with former students
strengthen all the more our vibrant relationship
from the once learner-mentor partnership in the school
toward great friendships blossoming well…
making me never regret becoming a teacher
indeed blessed by the Lord for such milestone.
March 20, 2023
1st place, "Writing Challenge - 'M' Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/21/2023.
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
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 cherished,
since then our world has become smaller
are we ready for this unwelcome caller,
we have arrived at the influenza’s milestone
this will travel from time zone to time zone
this time we can rely on antibiotics and drugs
do we know if they will work on these bugs,
though we must live in hope so go out and grab
your essential free or expensive vaccination jab.
09/25/2018
scary or spooky contest.
sponsored by Tania Kitchin.
Today marks a milestone
Highlighting life's style shown
A classy, sophistication few women have ever known
An aura shining brightly that is all her own
No longer a child, into a woman she has grown
All the beauty, grace, & intelligence she has shown
Prepares her for the day she must stand on her own
Does she realize she will never face this world alone?
A mother's love is a strength that is written in stone
Forever, will a mother's bond remain a skipping stone
Guiding her daughter as she journeys into a world unknown
An elegant lady transcends from the childhood she has outgrown
Like a mighty Queen sitting atop her ornate throne
Anywhere is everywhere, captivating all places through which she has blown
An Angel, she rises above the challenges out of which she has flown
On a pedestal she will forever emanate radiance outshone
Destynee, an alluring beauty the world has never known
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 from all the interest
We gave that egg then,
You'd think we had laid it
Instead of the hen!
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 I ask of the dissident is to consider my plea:
to neither retaliate or harbor any bitterness for being so harsh,
while I am ready to achieve another milestone
marking this fateful day as my new dawn...
The fall of Socialism made way for Democracy,
the Berlin's was taken down away by hands seeking freedom,
where evil once had cultivated the idea of a supreme race;
and while some empires fall, others rise even greater than the previous ones!
I have seen one fall in my turbulent life-time, an empire built by the Czars,
and who thought I'd have been so lucky to witness this from a free country:
in which to worship God is not prohibited by any means;
and I express myself knowing no measure in sending massages across
an universe which believes more in materialism,
and hates the idea of being spiritual and liberal, but chooses conservatism...
Anyone can achieve another milestone
and have his or her name engraved in stone,
marble and bronze statues of the famous are put on a pedestal:
I read their plaques and admire them all;
will mine stand on a similar altitude,
or unfairly deny me the crown of laurels, confining me to solitude?
If so, no storm would lap against me, and no sun would scorch me,
and the lamp-posts with the evasive moon wouldn't gaze down in sympathy;
but my uncertain joy can't prevent this event from occurring tomorrow,
and whatever the historians decide, many will read my obituary...
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
How could I not love the level to which you live life perfect, so insouciant
You would walk beside me in heavy rain, with no umbrella; to contentment
We are both happy with our makeup, souls binded in water so succulent
A combination of an unlikely myriad, to which we equally compliment
Each other in a way that no one else would find the same contentment
You are simply a convivial representative for my life's failed acknowledgment
I hope you find this to be your own; a beautiful milestone of combined sentiment
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 from the company
Of one the one true supreme
He has shown me thing are never
As they seem
I have achieved many milestones
In my life and with more to come
I have heard it quoted “I have miles
And miles to go before I rest”
But never the less I know I have
Been blessed
In the midst of striving with fate,
Searching for dreams that debate,
Here’s the reason not to be afraid,
To try harder and not hesitate.
They’re celebrating milestones in life,
The smile on their face shines, like winning in light.
With glittering eyes and curving lips so positive,
The dreams they’ve drawn are now real, fulfilled.
Crying isn’t always gloomy,
It means another life that shines brightly.
Thinking of a reason to live life to the fullest,
Genuine love as the light that brightest.
The laughter that brings others happiness,
The embrace that gives the feeling warmest,
A hug that touches the heart with faithfulness,
Eye to eye, sharing a love so pureness.
Every love in their flickering eyes,
Struggling sometimes, yet it’s the prize.
The mouth that opens unpredictably,
A heart that beats with excitement and warmly.
Realizing something—the want, not the need,
The so-called freedom offers another lead.
It’s about commitment, it’s about decision,
It’s about something in everything, bringing the conclusion.