Best Moment In The Sun Poems
Little cream cake on the train from France
Lit a fire in my mind and my heart began to dance
Memories buzzing through my brain
Thanks for the visit, I'm glad you came
Filled with fondest memories
Of days spent with you, heart full, carefree
Loved and adored, my moment in the sun
No doubt in your eyes that I was number one
Long ago you and I made a pact you see
You said, if you could, you'd come back to me
It's been a long time, didn't know how long you'd take
And just right then, you jumped out of my cream cake
I know love has no end cos yours is still with me
Whispering I'm here and will always be
For you I live my life like my life is at stake
Thanks Nan for your visit and for my cream cake
All day long we toil in a shop
which we clean from the bottom to the top,
Like bees in a colony or ants in a nest
Back and forth , all day long ,trying to do our best
We rise early and work our day away
serving others but never getting any rest
We waste our lives , in unremitting labor
Never knowing or caring what it has all been for
Senseless, useless, a waste of life’s precious drops
Getting into ruts , depressing and demeaning
Till we cant see the bottom or the top
Only then do we begin to realize that we are still alive
That life must have more meaning than nine to five
But give my regards to the mighty paycheck
This is what the world loves and respects
At the end of the day we drag ourselves to our beds
and wait again for morning to rise and do it all over again
Like clockwork we rise to our moment in the sun,
already bored and resigned to labor with no end
Except for the mighty dollar which we cherish and cling to
We must not take a break toiling in the sun all day long
Working as drones and controlled by anxious greedy men
We give them our all for the mighty paycheck
For this is what the world loves and expects
Listening to the lapping of the waves
complementing the murmurs of bench folks.
Doves are cooing, pigeons are scurvy knaves
patrolling the sand, clumsy oafish crooks!
Trade winds gentle on your skin, lover's kisses.
Wedding parties come and go, tourists pay
top dollar to eager photo misses.
No one hurries, time ordered to "stay!"
and it seems grudgingly to want to do.
Wind surfers carving initials in air
and surf with abandon, try something new.
All I could wish for without a care.
Reflect on a brief moment in the sun
and how fortunate to have a brief run.
My Dear One,
If our time dwindles down, to a single day...only hours, left to have
To spend it weighted down by tears, such a waste of time that is
I would want to share the simple things, and thank my God above
that I can hold you close, here by my side, and be glad that we've known love
To pull down shades, in a lonely room, and grieve of fate's demands
are not for us, we will smile and pray, assured of something planned
The choice is mine, to spend this time, where your heartbeat sings for me
My head might spin, but my heart would lend itself to such belief
No need to hide or to run away, there's a time for everyone
We are meant to have, our miracle, this moment in the sun
We would spend a while looking all around, in the place we call our own
The rolling hills, all the daffodils, the mountains we call home
In the evening's tide, by fireside, we will have our love to share
I will hold your hand, in the soft moon light, to music of the stars
All the friendly hills, that are standing by, they will miss us, you and I
But when sun has set, with a sad regret, there'll be rainbows in the sky
The stars will bend, above our heads, and will whisper soft and low
With a quiet peace, in the lovely breeze, those silent words we know
When our time is spent, what they do not know, is that love will never end
If the truth be known, we are not alone, we will walk, still, hand in hand
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About time,
I've paid my dues I've crossed the line,
This moment I thought would never come,
Is in my grasp, the deed now done.
Don't get me wrong, I loved my Mum,
But all that passed would surely stun
Even a saint or the Lord above,
So tiring being an aimless dove.
Now I'm ready to take the world by storm,
Show them my worth, no longer act forlorn,
The wife I always wanted by my side,
I can finally get into my Kingly stride.
The Little niggle that remains,
Harry's willful character that pains,
I've summoned experts to hear what they might say
To finally obtain a sample of his mysterious DNA.
I'm not claiming he's not mine,
But as Americans would shout, ‘I wouldn't bet a dime’,
Thank goodness I've got my other boy,
A stand-up chap that brings me nothing but pure joy.
As to Camilla, my soulmate from the start,
From whom they never could tear me far apart,
She now stands by me as my Queen,
You saw me beam with joy like a lovestruck teen.
Don't get me wrong,
I'm painfully aware my reign may not be long,
But while I'm here, I plan to make my mark,
Understanding this job is no cakewalk in the park.
I've got the Aussies wanting to jump ship.
The Canadians on their own perennial trip,
The Scots plotting for a Clansman King,
And Parliament seeking me do next to nothing.
Yet I've got a plan,
Something that will surely stun,
Become a multimedia star,
And thus take them all across the bar.
I can jig, dance and sing,
Fly helicopters, do pretty much of anything,
Plant trees, help save our World
How can all of this be thought absurd.
Politicians just blow smoke,
Send their countries near flat broke,
I instead bring Billions in
Collecting smiles from wheresoever I have been.
That said let me enjoy my moment in the sun,
Reflecting on all that's been and done,
My resolve is firm, my duty clear,
My life's work is aimed at all, both far and near.
So rest easy, enjoy the ride,
Sailing smoothly on a flowing tide,
Over a thousand years in the making
My oath is one of giving and not taking.
Once I held a diamond in my hand,
whose beauty consumed me like a fire.
With every sparkle the flame was fanned,
her every touch stoked my desire.
I was afraid to let her beauty shine,
my lovely diamond I would not share.
So in total darkness I kept her blind,
I shut the door and held her there.
One day I took her out to see the sun,
how she shimmered in those rays of light.
When her moment in the sun was done,
I put her in my pocket and shut it tight.
Somewhere in the night she disappeared,
for I had woke to find my diamond gone.
The day had come that I had feared,
the ray of light was taken from my dawn.
In my heart I allowed jealousy to rule
and let slip through my hands a precious jewel.
11/4/18
We sit inside a vault prepared to die
Proned to ashes scent fragrance ellusive tide;
Strong impulse as a caged rat hidden in a hole
The path is now broadened to the dire sentiment unseen,
The rocks that caress the usual quest;
Time
Through its barren climatic rest a modest approval
Through oceanic base temperments such as rural;
Time can't ever be taken back once it's had...
Among vested tempers with wings on fire
Time
A scorched in slight appeased gravitational pull
In created fancy the tug at heart to light a spark
Trust that the moderation of your applause may,
Equate logic with the most radical fear
Time
I shed a single tear to numb its inner pain;
Tranformation from....
Words in outlined frame abased through a filter,
The mystery in words is it any wonder...
Time
A line formation in its exquisite text duration;
Blinded columns of pillars scorched in fear
The heat of resolution had vanquished into air;
When will we ever seem to learn
Another moment in the sun having its page turned.
Shadows proned again in desolation sheltering demise
Twice bitten once shy to rely;
A devision of sorts sprinkled on its lethal bread
Many visions of sort twirling around inside my fragile egg shelled head.
Time
"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
Phyllis McGinley
Their shadows follow slowly behind them
close friends sharing a moment in the sun
disappearing into the floating clouds
playing Hide and Seek among the branches
They refuse, as shadow's do, to grow up
to stand still and stop that fidgeting
laughing as the wind tosses their hair
racing ahead to splash through puddles
Holding hands they engage in a mock skip
drawing closer as the sun's moment fades
close friends sharing a moment - drift apart
withdraw into an ever graying dusk
11/5/2020
Quote Inspired Poetry Contest
Constance LaFrance - Sponsor
Do you remember going to Bald Head Island? Must have been 13 years ago now. Well, I finally went back & the wind off the ocean was working overtime. It was blowing in streams, kicking the dunes around like paper. When I stood up out of my chair, I caught the stream square in my sternum. It pushed me back 2 inches, 2 feet
10 feet,
10 years–when time still hadn’t ground the pink and yellow seashells down into brown sand. When you were still alive.
It took me a moment to realize where I was. I couldn’t see my chair anymore, couldn’t see the waves. I took one step forward then another, 2 feet forward, 10 feet,
10 years.
and I looked up through the breeze, into the setting sun and caught a glimpse of you smiling. It was nice to see you again, even if it was just for a moment.
We were talking
About me leaving
For more than a month.
Almost six thousand miles away.
I'll miss our strange conversations,
Your funny, random remarks.
As sweet and innocent as a rose
with no thorns.
I'll laugh,
Remembering.
But I'll cry,
Missing you.
I know,
That when I get on that plane,
As soon as I turn off my phone,
I'll burst into silent tears,
Making sure no one can see me.
But I'll know,
That no matter what,
We'll see each other again soon.
And that rain of sadness will pass,
And happiness will gets its moment in the sun.
No matter how clihcè it all sounds
I suppose
there’s always good reason
to cry
sadness never has a tough time making friends
ominously,
this dark acquaintance often approaches
lending water for eyes
to cry
I suppose
there's never better time than now
to moan
grunting and moaning are long lost relatives
miserably,
feeding off each other
dragging stragglers along for the ride
to moan
I suppose
anxiety needs a moment in the sun
to worry
flipping, tossing, in a cerebral ceremony
fidgety
anxiously twitching
as everyone quickly moves
to worry
I suppose
there's no harm in a little dishonesty
to lie
while thieves join the party
deceptively
a terrible tandem
of dirty deeds and tendencies
to lie
I suppose
everyone has the ability
to struggle
with adversity, where melancholy mingles
blatantly
crying, grunting, and moaning
anxiety moves in permanently
to struggle
and I suppose,
there's a heavy dose of negativity
to digest
mixed with stress
continually
it may lead to one hell of a
nasty mess
to ingest
© 2011 ~JSLambert Esquire
I hold the hands of time
Today!
I hold the hands of time
Trying, trying to rewind them back to the day I went wrong.
I want to go back, to buy freedom
To find my love, to tell you what was left
I need that second chance
I want it.....
I want to have that moment in the sun
That last moment of your laughs and smiles
I want to tell you that one story,
I never got the chance to share with you.
I firmly hold the hands of time,
l will not allow them to move,
Until the clock ticks with forgiveness.
written by Tawona M Ranganawa
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"Beauty doesn't last forever, but for some it does" by Poet
the moment I saw you
I fell in love
butteflies in my stomach
stars spinning across my head
I knew right there and then
that we would spend our lives together
and it would be
thirty years of romance and love
deep, cherishable, constant
our dream together was a touch of beautiful
I thought it would never end
our love, a masterpiece
but all life withers and sometimes people change
our beauty had it's moment in the sun
but now we are apart
but I still remember our love
and those memories will never leave me
a beauty so pure
Lying in a patch of clover,
we're lulled to sleep by buzzing bees.
And resting there under the trees,
we let our feelings take over.
Snuggled together, our eyes closed,
my fingers gently stroke your hair.
And our hearts feel lighter than air;
two lovers, intimately posed.
Blanketing us with dappled light,
Sol tucks us in with a warm smile.
And Nature goes that extra mile:
scattering every cloud in sight.
As reality pauses time,
love forges two souls into one.
And makes our moment in the sun
extraordinarily sublime.
“Grandma look! Wildflowers!” I’m going to pick one for you and one for me.”
Grandma smiled, shook her head then said, “I think it’s best to let them be.”
“Some people think wildflowers are ours to pick…but I have to disagree…
Wildflowers are for us enjoy as they feed the butterflies and bees.”
"I will never picked a wildflower…not knowing how long that seed has waited…for its moment in the sun…for its bloom to be created.”
“I will never pick a wildflower…knowing once I pick it…it immediately begins to die…knowing the flowers that surround her…immediately begin to cry.”
“Every wildflower is beautiful…I consider every one…a friend.
How can I pick one knowing the moment I pick it…its beauty begins to end?”
“No, Instead I choose to gaze upon the wildflowers…enjoying their colors and their blooms…to breathe the air around them…to inhale their sweet perfume.”
“I’d rather watch the wildflowers as each day they continue to grow.
I’d rather marvel at how the sunlight and the morning dew makes the wildflowers glow.”
“No, I will never picked a wildflower…I choose to let them be…
Because I understand that wildflowers were not created just for me.”
So the granddaughter, holding her Grandma’s hand, enjoyed the colors…enjoyed the blooms…then closed her eyes and inhaled the wildflowers sweet perfume.
As they walked away the granddaughter looked back and a happy tear fell from her eye…knowing she’s leaving the wildflowers for the butterflies,
for the bees…
and for the next little girls who passes by.