Best Progressed Poems
Sun flow progressed from east to west,
with rays of light, the day is blessed.
Like suns imbue, rays beaming through,
my heart still shines with love for you.
Sun rays presume that flowers bloom,
and fill the air with sweet perfume.
Like flowers hue of red and blue,
my heart still blooms with love for you.
The charmed mystique of forest creek
that trickles down a mountain’s cheek.
Like streamlets spew their water through,
my heart still flows with love for you.
From Moon’s soft glow, the moonbeams flow,
and light the darkness down below.
Like moonbeams strew the silvery hue,
my heart still glows with love for you.
A candle’s light glows in the night
as shadows dance with calm delight.
Like flames that grew with heat on cue,
my heart still burns with love for you.
August 24, 2019
We became like pebbles on a beach
touching in the depths, caressing in the shallows
Crystal waves, crested us above the deep abyss
In ever ending caress, we were carried together,
brushing, embracing tribulations as we progressed
The further we were washed, the more we became estranged
Stranded we eventually became, the depth in our love drifted amidst
Slowly, different tides brought different waves
Cross currents were gradually pulling us apart
Discarded like driftwood, with it's meaning of existence
What we were, and what we had became eroded
It reached the point, where we couldn't communicate
All became lost as we entered our abyss
We aged like pebbles on a beach, only to be turned into broken stones
Though unconscious we are born
In pains we live, we fade, we die
But life like river flows on
Quickly and slowly we pass bye
The wave, the tide
They blow and kick us about
We wrestle, we fight
We cry, we laugh out
Life is for a season
Like flowers in sunrise
The tour for a reason
In life we strive to rise
On the path we stumble
Depressed and forlorn
The undulation unbearable
Bliss! Bliss!! We beckon
Life is really a journey
Some exit, some excel
Like pilgrims we journeyed
Though its path no one can tell
Like wayfarers we progressed
Dark cloud on our path abound
The rain, the sun our goal repressed
Excruciating pains, still we onward bound
Those who are now elderly sit and reminisce
of sweet idyllic days which often they miss.
Sitting as families in beaming abodes
whilst a flickering fire dances and glows
Cosy nights in with cards and knitting
and days in the garden, weather permitting.
Snakes and ladders with family members
bed time when fire burns to smouldering embers
At school they were eager and behaved well
parting from friends with kind farewell
walking home with no worries or cares
helping with tea, then bed after prayers.
Yes, they love to recall memories of times
they learned stories and recited rhymes.
Played games with balls and skipping ropes
grew up with imagination, dreams and hopes
Now the old are found to sit and moan
at the new technology they are shown
the transportation speeding past
how times have progressed much too fast
What happened to appreciating what you got
being thankful despite not receiving a lot
Now seized by temptation, money and greed
today we're consumed by the need to succeed
The loud and so-called 'unique' youth
appear as disorderly, rude and uncouth
the bright, colourful and distinct attire
Is received as offensive, obnoxious and dire
Teenagers walking in packs of elite
music blasting with no rhythm or beat
the old will avoid and cross the road
feeling hostile on return to their abode
The clashes in cultures cause opposition
juveniles grow with too much ambition
thoughts consumed with riches and fame
money, films, music and fashion to blame
little time for families, never mind schools
displaying no respect and breaking rules
What happened to growing with parents as guide?
what happened to strolling in the countryside?
Lyrics are timed to music
Out there - a distant shore
I’ve seen your face before
It’s De’ja`vu with thoughts of you
Then feelings of a loss, come tomorrow
Sometime - another place
I’ve seen - your smiling face
It’s De’ja'vu of thoughts I knew
Love is meant to be, not the sorrow
I searched, beyond the stars
I looked beneath the moon
I know JUST KNOW - without a DOUBT
My heart - will show me soon
Oh way out there - a distant land
That’s where - my love began
Now De’ja'vu fills thoughts anew
So happy again - come tomorrow
So far, beyond that star
We’ll kiss far beneath the moon
I know, without a DOUBT
My heart will show me where soon
I’m sure, with wings I’ll soar
With love, I knew before
I’ll spread my wings I’ll learn to fly
And never ever again - be broken hearted
Oh we can fly with wings on high
Then never ever again, we’ll be parted
Synopsis of total De’ja’vu play that these lyrics were composed for:
The lives of two lovers was torn apart way back in the 14th century when she was banished. The interference could have caused a Pattern shift of Destiny in the Loom of Time. Could a certain couple be the same star crossed lovers that have searched for each other through many lifetimes over the centuries?
A wise mystical character from the bygone era is a keen observer and blames himself for not intervening. He also wonders that since the Earth is the cradle of humanity, would humans have progressed past the cradle in this day and age.
Foot note:
Ron and I love musical theater. After seeing a disappointing play, he rose to my challenge in regard to the comment he made that he could have written better. The result was De’ja’vu, a Romantic Musical.
I wrote the lyrics in collaboration with him, but due to the enormous staging costs the music was never written and we abandoned the project.
The lyrics for this piece have been tweaked to ‘La mer’, also known as ‘Beyond the Sea’ and one of my Dad’s favorite songs. (Wish he was here, he would have composed the music)
Sorry folks, if and when we find suitable music to the lyrics of the Grand Finale, I’ll post it
Back in time,
in the wild, wild west,
a person had to stand,
to a face to face test.
If someone robbed you,
or stole your horse,
then to the street,
settled out of court.
Whomever drew first,
whether standing or not,
the people would scream,
he deserved what he got.
The sheriff held order,
in his little town,
and if one didn't obey,
he would lock them down.
Breaking in a home,
one better think twice,
or be willing to take,
whatever he got.
Then things progressed,
more laws were made,
and a peacemaker's life,
began to fade.
Politicians took over,
they had a plan,
and over the years,
we still don't understand.
Dragon found a Fairy Ring and quickly jumped inside! Heaven Forbid!
Dancing round and round, he suddenly disappeared. Yes! He surely did!
As he disappeared I knew that trouble would without doubt, now ensue.
So I blew out my breath, and immediately did the same, I’d seen him do.
As I landed, I followed the mob, knowing Dragon would be in demand.
Sure enough, there he stood with the great sword Excalibur, in his hand.
The future King Arthur was standing empty handed, looking kinda sad.
Merlin, however, not amused, started chasing Dragon and looking mad.
Without Arthur to pull the sword from the stone, Camelot wouldn’t be built.
You might say that Dragon was in deep doo doo, all the way up to the hilt.
Things progressed far worse, as Merlin shot crazy magic at Dragon’s face.
He missed Dragon… leaving ‘Sir Mouse a lot’, in Sir Lancelot’s place.
Dragon dodged a magic bolt, from Merlin, hitting Sir Gwain, like a mace.
Yep, if this kept up, the whole round table was about to end, without a trace.
So I jumped Merlin, bringing him to the ground, as I screamed at Dragon!
Put that blooming sword down!… As in: YEP! BACK IN THE STONE!!!
But by then I was changed to a frog, and a few croaks were the only sounds.
Old England had become the new Mayhem Falls, both alive and now found.
Suddenly, Grandpa Troll appeared, yanking the sword from Dragon’s hand.
Putting it back in the stone, he bowed to Merlin and all of his medieval land.
Next he grabbed Dragon by the ear, and me as I hopped across the ground.
We quickly made an exit… by use of the Fairy Ring, now so very profound.
Camelot’s problems, would no doubt, be from ‘Sir Mouse A Lot’s’ overload.
Imagine what might have been, if we’d never helped see, that day bestowed.
Would the world have been better? Would Camelot have longer survived?
We’ll never know. But the Moral is: Beware of Fairy Rings and Dragons!
For they can bring about the worlds end, as we know it, on any given day!
Camelot had that story put on a Tapestry along with Arthur’s great event.
He dutifully, also, pulled the sword from the stone… Yep… You might say…
For them it had become ‘A Great News Day!’ As I did ribbit and hop away!
Written by Carol Eastman 8-29-2016
Coffee aroma tingling the nostrils,glow of the first sun ray on the skin,
pleasant sight of a blooming flower--all have become bygone,
since man is busy chasing money.
Smile of a baby,beauty of a drizzle have been forgotten.
he is so focused on goal that he no longer
looks at the field he is playing in.
Greed to be at the top,has de-humanised him.
everything has become a battle and each one a warrior.
is this really what a life is worth?
everything in the nature enjoys being itself and lives in harmony except for us.
he is the only one who keeps track of time and chases it
down but in vain.
in the midst of tall and glass buildings he forgot the shade of trees.
he progressed in tech but fears himself.
invented weapons but always afraid of the inner self.
talks good but thinks bad.
no one has set alarm button for life except for man.
schedules fare for machines but man is living in it,
though when its hell,making others jump in the well.
A river does not create a new flow but flows to create a path.
only flows forward and never looks back what it has gone through.
not bothering about the journey.vigorously flowing ,assimilating so many new things.
A beautiful world is to be enjoyed now,not yesterday nor tomorrow.
An hour spent with nature is worth more than thousand lives.
Hope a day comes when man lives his life and letting others do the same.
she wore her black gown with such aplomb
proud and alone followed to the tomb
sad though she was to lose her man
can she cope on her own, yes she can
the grey graveyard ,with an open tomb
she wore her black gown with such aplomb
lifting her head all could perceive
the tears falling as she stood to leave
her eyes misted tears starting to fall
remembering when love conquered all
she wore her black gown with such aplomb
she gave a last look at the tomb
friends became lovers as time progressed
loyal to the grave their love confessed
as they gathered and wept around the tomb
she wore her black gown with such aplomb.
penned 28 January 2016
As the day progressed
My brother...
Was in deeep stress
Tis had no other way
But to let him go...
Fly away...
Into the Arms of Jesus
As we let him go..
I felt the Spirit of Peace
Spirit Of Love
Christ Angel came
Took my brother
by the hand
Fly away...
Into the Arms of Jesus
Someday.. in Time
I too... as many others
Shall Fly away
Into the Arms of Jesus
But those whom
have Not yet come to Christ
Please do so.. while your here in this earthly life
For tis be... Whenever your time shall be
Then Eternity
There is No turning back..
Now is the Time
To accept
Jesus Christ into your heart
So.. when tis be..
Your time to depart
From this Earthly world..
You than too.. my brother my sister
Shall Fly away
Into the Arms of Jesus
When fall had settled in
like a mellow multi-colored cat,
purring with contentment
in the beauty of its prime,
Fall crept past the summer of its youth
and sprawled before us.
It stretched out in splendid coolness.
Yes, fall was a cat of many colors -
an orange burnt almost red
among patches of sunshine yellow and spicy ginger.
Everywhere we looked
we saw those brilliant hues.
We had decided to drive up to the mountains
where October’s trees had begun
to flaunt their brilliant new colors.
We passed several orchards
on the outskirts of the town,
seeing apples and pumpkins sold at road stands
as our drive progressed to Canyon Road.
Suddenly we were struck with wonder
by a beauty even more than that of a multi-colored cat.
On both sides of us, the colors cat-sprawled
across the faces of mountains,
and when the wind blew, the trees moved
like the waves of a giant ocean.
The multi-colored cat had changed into a sea -
a sea of marvelously clad colorful trees
that rhythmically moved and glistened
as if they were indeed an ocean’s waves,
color-tossed beneath the midday sun.
We spoke few words, for our eyes
were filled with fall’s enchantment.
When we reached the man-made lake
where blue water glistened as vibrantly
as had the leaves of the mountain’s trees,
we turned around and headed back home,
savoring the ending of
our perfect autumn drive.
Sept.10, 2022
For the Fall Flavors Poetry contest of Regina McIntosh
My avatar is simple; I’ve not got
a special symbol or the picture of
my pet or of an actor who is hot
nor some poetic quote or sport I love.
No parent, sister, friend or spouse is shown
like some might post up as an avatar.
No special plant or flower have I grown.
So what or whom have I got as my star?
It’s not so hard to guess what’s showing there.
It’s me and not a caricature.
It’s from three years ago, so it is fair
for some to say, “yes, that still looks like her.”
I had some older pictures up before.
But as the years progressed, I took them down.
The days I dyed my hair blonde are no more.
I always wear my smile though, not a frown.
My picture’s not the greatest, but I say
you’ll always get with me just what you see.
My hair’s still dyed (I’ll tell you by the way).
I love my avatar, for it is me.
Feb. 3, 2019 for
Mark Massey's Who Is The Star In Your Avatar Poetry Contest
Why don’t you come now
To the plot of blue river shore
Where we would
In an intense chocolate mood
Sit in a sun rise satisfaction
On the grainy sand
And create pearl drops of time
From the rhymes of waves
With the vibrancy we behaved
Exchanging those fine chimes
From our moonbeam dialectics
And converging synthesis
Of our hilltop thoughts and marine activities
After a diamond quest
Like the river
Or inside the river too?
How wonderfully we regressed and progressed
Making those radiant rings of time
Sometime winged
Sometime pink tinged
Time is bland and monochrome
Unless from your chromosome
You paint it like Van Gogh
Arresting the wayward clock
During which
Regardless of Greenwich
Taking colours from our river-wave flowers
Taking flavours from our cellular tremors
Taking sounds from our nascent heart pounds
Yours and mine
In our proximity alkaline
Would paint the wavelets
In the cups and plates
Opening the normally closed gates
Of sweet sweats
From each pore
And millions of such pores
From smiling to laughing in a petrichor
Unlocking the thousand doors
Of a colour continuum
From San Francisco to Baltimore
As we exchange our breath
From our deepening cores
Raising a rivulet
In the blue pigeon’s breast
And the bulbul’s beautiful crest
A supreme rest
In a purple tumult
Shadows lengthen in ecstasy
As sessions come to a termination
(No termination is possible though
What happens is a slow transformation
Of one melody to another music
Speeches flowing into lyrics
The sounds into stillness mystic)
So therefore
Bringing to the fore
From the amalgamated core
A flower of fusion
Pure and fresh
Out of the flood
No mire or mud
Looking at us conveying greetings
We look too
And from the meeting
A poem is born
Why don’t you come any more
Very often I look through the eye hole
Of my expectant door
The wishes naturally soar
In case I may see you coming
Dulcet sounds your feet strumming
But it’s all mist
I almost don’t exist
I miss the oasis
Of the cleansing catharsis
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19 May, 2017
For the Contest sponsored by Neyda Ivette Negron
Baby Ben is on his way
Mommy's labored
Night and Day
Grammy's worried
OH
Please pray!
For those of you who
lifted prayer
God heard them!
Thank you for
your care
Baby Benjamin is here!
Oh, what a precious
Little dear!!!
After more than thirty hours of pre-labor, which progressed
to a long heavy labor for my precious daughter, Baby Ben
was born about an hour and a half after this prayer posted.
Praising our God and Father for this precious little baby boy
and his beautiful mommy!
"A woman when she is in travail hath sorrow, because her hour is come: but
as soon as she is delivered of the child, she remembereth no more the
anguish, for joy that a man is born into the world." ~ John 16:21 KJV
"Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his
reward." ~ Psalm 127:3 KJV
"Children's children are the crown of old men; and the glory of children are
their fathers." ~ Proverbs 17:6 KJV
It began with her misplacing things…and progressed to not knowing who I was…
She would wander away from home…for that is what Alzheimers does.
Yet other times she knew me well, she knew where she was…and when…
She was intelligent and lucid…she was my Mom again.
I never knew when Alzheimers had control…or when Mom would be released…
for that’s the personality of this disease…that is the nature of this beast.
There were times when Mom could sense my worry…and tried to ease my fear
She’d smile…a reassuring smile…and say, “Don’t worry, dear…I’m here.
But Alzheimers is unrelenting…at first making small demands
willing to let Mom have her moments…while patiently waiting to take command.
I remember the first time she didn’t recognize me…I bowed my head to hide my tears
when all of a sudden she was holding my face…”Don’t worry.” she said…”I’m here.”
We had no choice but to acquiesce to her malady…
to take her high days with her lows
It was only after my visits were over…that I let my anger flow.
And when she was lost to me forever…when in her confusion I’d see her tears
I would take her face into my hands and whisper in her ear…
Don’t worry, Mom…I’d say…there’s nothing for you to fear…
Wherever you’ve gone to…Don’t worry,
Don’t worry Mom…
I’m here.