Best Retracing Poems
Recalling today is a token of life's affection,
I bestow a kiss on her paling cheeks
as we pace in a garden, she on a rolled chair-
muttering,"Hello, is there a party out there?"
Incidents shared haze like when we fell in love,
a tingle within from our first- built house ,
the splendor of our newborn's cry --
decades' photographs folded and reopened.
Now,we celebrate in bittersweet ways,
unearthing our dreams and milestones
repeating stories for her to own back , again
just like garden times shining in our eyes.
Roses I cuddle to adorn her. Will she know
a glimpse of time's pleasures---just one bit?
Somehow, she nods like renewed morn
Her eyes glow, " A gift from a friend ,perhaps."
Dated Jan 19, 2017
Valentine-- Form D Contest
Retracing a happening
Afternoon at the big hospital, far from home
I sat on my bed wearing a new pajama;
tomorrow, the surgery. From my window I could
see the zoo and cable cars going overhead so
punters could admire animals from above; but
think if a car fell into the tiger enclosure.
I had a packet of fags in the bedside drawer,
thought of sneaking into the loo, but someone
had removed the packet and lighter too.
I was in a strange mood, like I had hypnotized
myself and not me who sat on the bed like a lamb
that knows nothing of the morrow.
A brisk nurse came gave me a pill and a glass of
water, when I awoke my throat was sore, but
they wouldn´t give me water and I hated those
who had done this to me.
Three days later, a day in May, they let me go.
Dressed in shorts, open necked shirt I took a taxi to
the bus terminal. Driver helped me out of the car,
and I made slow progress up some steps to the ticket
office. A woman came helped me to find the right bus
and she carried my bag. Must have fallen asleep when
I woke up the bus had arrived to my home town and
took a taxi to the local hospital where the trek began;
my car was there but I could not drive it, chest too sore
and I worried about the stitches. A neighbour looked
after my dog feed and let her into the house at night.
The dog knew I was near so I took another taxi home.
glad to see me, she knew I was ill and didn´t jump up
and she slept in the doorway of the bedroom making
sure that no harm came to me.
in this world of fatal attractions and demonic temptations
we must retrace our steps to find our lost generation
in the grand scheme of life God gave us each a purpose or task
and we need to find that special gift in order to do what He has asked
we're all precious to Him and with each of us God broke the mold
and when He loses any one of us He desires we'd be returned back to the fold
yet the generation of today has become negative in mind
the media portrays them as being thugs of all kinds
nothing about them is positive for they seem to be all about self
and it's up to as adults to help restore their spiritual health
where would we be ourselves if our own parents did not have our backs
we're in part responsible for the next generation falling off the right track
we were too busy climbing up the corporate ladder to keep them in place
we turned our sheep a loose and did not stay on their case
we stopped reading with them, praying for them and left them on their own
and now we have a bunch of rebellious kids who think that they are grown
a lost generation out in the wicked wilderness
caught up in the world of violence and willfulness
it's up to us as parents to take on the responsibility
and go out into the wilderness and bring them back to safety
we must retrace our step and remember the last time
we thought of ourselves as a flock, a community of one mind
we started thinking as individuals and went out to do our own thing
and in the midst of our selfishness our children did the suffering
we were too busy to teach them to take responsibility
we were too busy to teach them to respect authority
we must retrace our steps and go back to that time
when we were the most important thing on our own parent's minds
now is the time to get down on our hands and knees and get right with God
and hope that we can instill in our children a righteousness of heart
so pray for the youth, pray for yourself and pray for everyone's salvation
pray that Jesus the Great Shepard can retrace our steps and save our lost generation
Back I go retracing steps.
Against the tide I must tread,
Following the arrows down in reverse.
Each arrow head points back to moments gone,
To a time before the dawn of days past.
The footprints I must retread
Lead backwards on the path trod.
Heel to toe carefully placed in reverse,
To echo the way I felt at each step.
To unravel the memories woven.
Rewinding your life's design,
Sopping up past tears you shed,
Muting the cries with rags and sound proofing,
Pulling back from embraces hugs and kisses.
Is the toughest part of these retraces.
With each step, a tale unfurls,
Of joys and sorrows retold,
Where songs I knew, old and new are unsung.
I walk through gardens which were once in bloom,
Where flowers long since withered, met their doom,
This journey back to the past,
Rejigs it, to could have been!
Walking to school with my grandkids,
I realized my earring was gone,
So when turning around, I did scour the ground
For the mate to the one I had on.
I didn’t have luck, but persisted,
Retracing my steps once again,
When I suddenly spied, lying on the curb’s side,
My lost earring, well worth an Amen!
But I realized the bottom was missing,
For there had been a dangling part,
So I searched in the grass; not a minute did pass
‘Til I noticed it there, with a start.
Though I still have to fit them together,
Now my earrings are back as a pair
And I’m feeling quite proud my persistence allowed
Me to have such a story to share.