Best Moment In Time Poems
In that moment his eyes swirled
with all of the love he held for me;
with every ounce of life that he
would happily lay down for me
In that moment I felt the covering
of all the pain I had ever felt;
the vanishing of every tear shed
through the trials life had dealt
In that moment the wind whispering
my destiny became a roar;
lifting me from my path riddled
with obstacles, making me soar
In this moment my heart does
not hurt; my tears do not sting
Let me live in this moment for
life; until my requiem they sing
07/21/2018
She hid the pain behind a smile
as she walked slowly down the aisle.
Her doubts she struggled to restrain
behind a smile she hid the pain.
Their chosen song the organ played,
She looked divine in gold brocade
a veil to match trailing along.
The organ played their chosen song.
Of jasmine scent a whiff she caught
to mind a picture swiftly brought
a one-night stand in secret spent.
A whiff she caught of jasmine scent.
She felt impaled by sword of guilt
that entered deep down to the hilt.
No breaths of healing were inhaled.
By sword of guilt she felt impaled.
She needed time to clear her mind
erase the present, press rewind
bring back the lustre, wash the grime
to clear her mind she needed time.
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The film’s on ‘pause’. My fingers itch
to watch the rest, flick on the switch…
Will it be tears or loud applause!!
My fingers itch. The film’s on ‘pause’.
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This poem has been published in a PoetrySoup Anthology:
“Reflections on the Important Things” Nov 2023 (print)
Swap Quatrain Contest
Hosted by Emile Pinet
Placed 4th
4th October, 2022
Sleeping Beauties~ Moment in time....
As I reflected upon her picture; this fairytale revised ~
And how she disappeared so quickly
Yet but a passing vision before my eyes
Still not knowing, what it was about herself
Or why, her name kept resounding throughout my mind?!
For it seemed as though she had arisen out of nowhere
Amid this enchanting allurement, which had drawn me unto her soul ~
Trying to envision her, within my far away thoughts....
Knowing although, that it did not matter, in which way she shown?
Because it was her spirit that sparkled, her radiance unto me!
Listening to her voice; like the silver soothing waters, of a gently flowing stream
Her golden hair so glowing, as the rays of the rising sun
Tall and perfect; with a smile shining, like those of polished pearls
Eyes like transparent glass; bluer then the bluest skies
A touch as soft as the clouds; and her skin, as smooth as a virgins flower!
And as my lashes blinked, once more, it was then, that I could see her there....
Like a goddess of all man's dreams she was, flawless ~
Mesmerizing, her brilliance; as an Angel when she did appear
As I bowed my head, and thought to myself, again
How never I would of believed, that she, would have been the one....
But as a phantom which passes within the shimmering night
Beyond, the frosted window pane of sight
Before I had awakened, she was silently and suddenly gone
Yet my eyes still glimmer at the thought, of how radiant she has become ~
While she dances away upon the waters of her moment
I know now, that her beauty and her soul, shall forever glisten
These portraits of her wonders, deep, inside of me
Her~Like the stars within the heavens....
"Tis better to have lived and loved, then, to have never loved at all"
Upon the stage of life; where she pirouettes like a princess
Whirling within the winds of Eden; gleaming gracefully, as she turns ~
Smiling, as I watch her now; thinking, who would have ever known!?
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Sleeping Beauty, revived, amid a moment in time....
A moment in time, frozen in my mind
Vision of beauty,
an angel in my eye
Sunshine sparkling down
Brightening up my cloudy days
Life was on the downturn
spiraling
lost...
out of control
Nights of loneliness. days of false smiles
A few choice words,
consoling my cries
Those killer smiles you gave
Those deep caramelized eyes,
giving solace to my broken heart
Taking my hand,
you lead me from the deep,
into the light.
Upon the next shooting star
To you, I devote my heart.
Should I search for you through lotuses of gold
or climb pyramids of truth and go beyond the self?
If I were Ghost of Amdapor,
could I possibly un-clock the secret
of a shadow bringer's touch?
If I were perception at its best
would these emerald eyes transmute
into the umbra of your light?
If these wings of mine were Love
stretching further than the ocean blue,
could I cover you ?
If I were mercy's Angel
at deepest hour of need
would you be an echo of my living past
or the song of our tomorrows child
my love?
If I were yours and you were mine
inside this peaceful lake
I call my heart,
Would you be rock salt or would you be,
water.
Dec 9 2023
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warm summer evening
bright, lovers moon smiles fully ~
gray sky, downy clouds
gazing at the moon
sweethearts share moments in time ~
soft, doting embrace
distance sounds of ships
warm water splashes on rocks ~
ocean sings and rolls
written on 4/10/2022
Brian Stand Premiere Choice
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A fleeting moment in time,
Is all I need for this rhyme,
Perhaps 10 minutes, no more
Sit in your armchair, close your eyes,
And to your utmost surprise,
Your life flashes past like an express train,
Happy moments with unimaginable joy,
Horribly sad ones, like the day
I lost my baby boy.
Where does each year go, life is greedy,
And definitely always needy,
Progress demands youth takes over the reins,
What will become of us,
Next week you or I are forty,
And in a decade we will be fifty,
Birthday cards sent to us,
Inappropriately witty,
You’re on the downhill now sis or bro,
You have to settle for second best,
Along with all of the rest.
You work you slog, but at sixty five
You are retired, what to do with each day,
Such a drag, but we all love poetry,
So we will never be solitary.
Soon we will be 3 score year and ten,
Our lifetime over, says The Book of Psalms
Psalm 90 verse 10, this is an older translation.
Today’s verse 10, has been adapted
Into many a version.
We wonder, how did we become so vulnerable,
We reach eighty,
And then ninety,
We could have dementia, our minds quite muddled
The way forward, every day a sad venture,
Or we could be arthritic or have Parkinson’s,
Chronic pneumonia, had an accident and
Broke our back,
At this age the cards stack,
Against us.
One day we can’t breath, rushed to hospital,
The family, children and grandchildren abound
No regrets, life has been profound,
We heave an accepting sigh,
As a tear rolls down from our eye,
Have we any regrets, is this that
Moment in time, you, means all of us,
And we and us, means as it does,
So you, us and we,
Means also my and me.
My husband, also sick, whispers, let go
My love, I’ll see you soon.
He lies next to me,
I feel cold, the clock strikes three,
It is mid afternoon,
Finally, my spirit leaves my spent body,
Hovering above my bed,
I wish I could tell them hey, stop crying,
Life is a journey,
And so is dying.
Fragile the stems numbered in their days
That dance in spring, in the falling rays
Above the hills weathered softly by a mist
When shone the first morning light of bliss.
That 'tween the thickets wild and coursing air
Sprouts a young sweet bud glimmering fair
Delicately clasped upon the sleeping fields
Gracing springtime's vibrant days that wields.
Melodies sweet that in subtle days intrude
The white lilies pastured in nature's interlude
That in fragrance sweet me swiftly to awake
To greet the lilies wild softly as they fall.
On the perfect dews at Shelly's delicate feet
When a heaving mist like clouds with slow retreat
Gathers swiftly in her eyes like an emerald flame
As a pleasant little song bird recites her name.
In the artful limpid garden 'neath July's sun
Which hungers for the sweet of her speech spun
Like some magical tone that nectars a soul
Maybe her heart is like a splendid marigold.
In the fullness of the bright and merry morning
In the days when our wondrous God is sunning
The wretched world silenced by its deafening grief
In forlorn gloomy seasons unclothed of relief.
When lilies doesn't wither but rise and bloom
By every dreamy river, by every vibrant tomb
Its the stillness of her lips I've deeply kissed
On sultry dews of bliss, 'neath the honey cypress.
Suddenly it all becomes lovable like mild copen
Suddenly her hands descends into mines and opens
A new horizon of love more glorious than a dream
But from breath to breath in fulgent days it seems.
The dark clouds will come to extinguish our love
But in sultry passion this mighty heart will prove
That I'd love you thro' time, stress and life's decay
Thro' tears, and the darkest moments of our days.
I've lived to see the brightest of brighter moments
And to see a falling moonbeam as you smile
But the brightest flame in life's magical moments
Is honey your love to last a lifetime.
A glistening cobweb, on an old timber gate
Rainbows reside in each drop of morns dew.
Thin strands of white mist in the sun dissipate
A scurrying mouse, weaving through the fescue.
Black and white offspring of a paradise duck
Fronds of a fern beckon new life in their curl
Bees seeking sweetness into bright blooms do tuck
While a gecko peeks out and departs in a twirl.
Rata flowers explode with vibrant red lines
While fantails flush insects with spirited style.
Tangles of foliage making balanced designs
Stopping and watching this instant worthwhile.
Gone the hustle and bustle of rushing around
Enjoying the pleasure of simple wonders to see.
Never invisible these sights that are drowned
Yet infrequently treasured by both you and me.
When true love comes unexpected
Knocking gently on the door
And I open, then you enter
I stand spellbound on the floor
There is light that blinks and flickers
While the shadows dance around
Every heartbeat rhythmic music
Every breath heavenly sound.
Should I move or break the silence
Take your hands, look in your eyes?
I dare not disturb the moment
Where profound enchantment lies.
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[Published in Kavya Kishor, Bangladesh ~ 25 April 2023]
I stand at the doors of the funeral room and I am afraid,
Afraid of how I am going to get through this long day;
I knew the end was coming but nothing prepared me Mother,
No one is ever ready for a beloved's last gasp of breath.
Inside the room I gulp my sorrow and stand still and frozen,
The room glows with hues of many rose pink flowers;
In peace you lay all the ravages of illness have been erased,
Beside your coffin I find myself looking and I weep.
And I know this moment will be with me for all of my life,
Just you and me alone with the scent of roses and quiet;
I am filled with emotions and my body feels like a heavy stone,
My heart is completely and totally shattered, forever broken.
There is nothing I could have do to keep you in this world,
Oh, I feel hallow inside and I hurt everywhere and so lost;
But you have always taught me to be strong and to have courage,
So, I whisper, love you Mommy and turn to greet the first visitor.
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October 30, 2015
Verse
Written by Broken Wings
For the contest, Dancing With Descriptions, sponsor, Casarah Nance
Third Place
I look at you and I want to
hold you.
I want to hold you tight and
run my fingers through your
hair. I want to sit
behind you
as you snuggle against me and
get comfortable, as I wrap
my arms around you
and hold you
and nuzzle your neck
and nip at your ear
and lightly bite your shoulder
and kiss you
on the nape of your neck.
I want to snuggle with you to
let you know you are
safe
and wanted. That for just that
moment in time you are
Loved.
I want to hold you and caress you
and make you feel like
you are the most important
person in the world … for
you are.
T'was my foot that you grabbed when I fell,
fear-you seemed to dispel.
A drawing you drew to trigger a-new...
t'was my foot that you grabbed when I fell.
T'was my hand that you held when I shook,
a page was turned in the book.
The words that I caught from work of the thought,
t'was my hand that you held when I shook.
T'was my hair you caressed when I ached,
the warmth of your care how it shaped;
Eyes that had gaped from love that was draped...
t'was my hair you caressed when I ached.
T'was my lips that you missed when you kissed,
a moment in time in the mist.
You fell to the floor, I ran out the door...
t'was my lips that you missed when you kissed.
Making Today Your Moment in Time
Don't make the mistake of letting yesterday
use up too much of today.
Leave tomorrow until tomorrow.
Whether you're eighteen or eighty, I encourage you to have the courage to find
the magic in this day. Go out of your way to appreciate the deserving things here
before you; people who matter, places that will inevitably change, and
circumstances that get rearranged all too easily.
Remember that there's more to appreciate in this moment than we realize.
believe me: years from now, the truth of this will shine. And one of your sincere
regrets will be not knowing how good you had it..... at the time
Hi. I have never done this form. I went by the syllable count and format, but realized I did not do it as a folklore theme. So, it is not fully accurate. I posted it anyway.
I remember how you looked at me
A time in the past, but now we’re here
Like another life, in this moment to see
Suddenly, there was not a thing to fear
Music flowed so naturally, in sync
Playing without practice, in a blink
Yes, we found ourselves in every tune
Only we, without applause ended too soon
* This was a memory from long ago of special times writing some beautiful music, just the 2 of us. It was never played in front of others, which explains no applause. I was thinking how important it is to share creativity with others when it is created. Enjoy.
Heidi Sands
6/20/22