Best Shares Poems
birth, creation, dark, death, earth, history, metaphor
OUTSIDE-IN---INSIDE OUT! © TANKA
Very green flushed carpets
Sky blue azure topped ceilings
Tree branched sofa chairs
Mirror sea rippling four walls
Windows and doors shut!
REBIRTH! © TANKA
Infant birthing new
Into mankind-likened modes
Start fresh from homed sights
Cultured to suckle blind
On natures ‘tested’ recollected notes
Left ‘one on one’ in thought sense!
Earth’s Time Shares © TANKA
Earth imploding ‘noted’
Fished from science scales to date
Attention everyone
Demise for man’s brutal act
Shrinks to pin-head size!
MARKED SPACES! © TANKA
Caterwauling winds
Float the once settled landfills
Forming 'blocks' of sand
Balanced on set place-mats
Dwindle down to nothings.
A LITTLE SALT PLEASE! © TANKA
Salt beds remain ‘still’
Air-dried salt mines reap
Sea tides, air-dried onto land
Leave the needed salt shares
Flavour 'salted' dressings over time
Enhance life’s food plate!
FORMIDABLE THOUGHT! © TANKA
Too many thoughts stockpile
Hanging words staged 'left'
Rehashed until spent
Sending 'mood-eating’ topics
To announce ‘inner’ moon ‘tides’!
work
SHARED AIMS! © TANKA
Unity bids man
Into work managed mindsets
Oiling the forces ‘toil’
Producing metal and brawn
Empires bleed open!
SET STRIDES © TANKA
Brain building 'strides' learnt
Leg and body builds in time
All in a heady breath count
Balanced events mate
Affecting lifespan!
A Friend Shares Pear Bounty.
We have a long time friend
Who has a great pear tree.
She can’t begin to eat them all
So shares excess pears with me.
Pears long been my favorite fruit
Oh I like peaches all the same.
But when I can get good pears
That’s the winner of the game.
We laugh when we discuss them
A few may have a “wind-fall” spot
Some might want to toss them
But with me, they’ll never rot.
You see, I have a plan in place
To use them, one by one.
As I trim aside that “rough” spot
I always feel like I have won.
Often a blemish is skin deep
Like many you find in folks.
When you get down to the heart
That outer blemish is oft a joke.
It you find there’s part’s & pieces
You just can’t really use
Merely set those parts aside
Remember it’s just a bruise.
I often remind myself
As I’m cutting away the core
If even half the pear is lost.
I’ve more pear than I had before.
I have a personal recipe
I use amidst “pear” season
I scrub them up real good
Cause peeling is out of reason.
I quarter up the ripened pear
Don’t eat it raw ahead of time.
I trim away those darker parts
Slicing up the rest real fine.
I place them in a sauce dish
Made to stand the micro wave
That handy oven I like to use
Many hours of wait can save.
I sprinkle generously with sugar
A bit of cinnamon now on top
Will help these tasty pear bites
Have a flavor that just won’t stop.
99 seconds on the timer
Will nuke them up, well done.
Then add a bit of milk or cream
Will be pouring on more fun.
So my hat is off to our friend.
It makes me smile now when we meet
The sight of her oft brings to mind
Those tasty pears that can’t be beat.
Written by oldbuck, Nov. 25, 2017 as he had just finished a warm bowl of sliced pears topped with whipping cream left over from Thanksgiving.
Who Shares Your Path
Miracle Man
3/3/23
The path that ushered a person into my life,
was also the path that took her away.
Some friends move on long before it’s time,
Others I’ve felt, their welcome will overstay.
Once, my life was greatly impacted,
by a stranger and most unlikely person.
God placed her in my path for a reason,
and when she left, I felt things worsen.
25 years later through an internet search she found us.
I thank God that she saw something in us worth returning for.
She is now the Daughter we never had!
Tom
as my dog and i were on a walk
he said
we have to have a talk
about the way we are constructed
it was then
that he instructed
when you say
top to bottom
about things that we've both got 'em
what you mean is front to back
i'll admit
i was taken aback.
he said
just as night follows day
when you open your mouth
to say
back to front
in a kind of flip-flop
what you mean
is
bottom to top
he barked i believe our walk's complete
can i now have my doggy treat
some such as fireflies glow...but for humans...consciousness is a crack
for light to flow in
bodies are chemical batteries
and
neural network fractal sensory systems
that
exist in earths magnetic and suns energy fields
as
solar panels with on-off switches
to
wake as light or sleep as dark
states
called conscious or unconscious
that
we might navigate minds full of thoughts
stan sand
What temptress is this that calls to me
and fills my heart with wanton bliss?
She wears a veil of showers
oft mistook as tears,
as She tiptoes through fields of melting snow;
wrapped in a misty shawl of fog.
Who is this whimsical sprite;
this paradigm of hope,
silently luring me to her bosom?
Highlighted by a beam of sunlight
I thought I caught a glimpse of her face;
reflected off a drop of water,
as it trickled down a melting icicle.
And then, I felt Her hugging me,
ever so gently.
Her breath was warm as a Spring breeze
and I recognized April.
Her tantalizing scent, flippant ways
and sunny disposition,
gave Her away.
In the signs of the zodiac, the ram and the bull
both share Her heart.
And yet, April shares my heart as well;
for I was born in Her presence.
And each year, She marks my birth,
with a celebration of life;
and a plethora of wildflowers.
Dog shares recliner
Reluctantly
Pushing me
Toward the edge
Pretending she is
Asleep
Couldn’t past the 1st sentence in today’s Gospel
Describes Father Christ in deep mourning
His cousin
His herald
His friend is dead
Brutally and senselessly murdered
Father Christ wants to be alone
He needs to be alone
He withdraws
Grieving is one of the most important thing we do in life
Loving relationships we form in our lives
Are one of the greatest thing we experience
When a loved one dies
Emptiness can seem too great to bear
Ay need to withdraw
Even reach out others for help
Someone says grieving means” relearning the world”
Relearning to live without this cherished Person
Physically present in our life
It is comforting to know that Father Christ
Shared in our human grief
Loving Father Christ
When I am mourning the loss of loved one
Please let me hear You say
“Lean on me
I understand”
Remember
Your grieving is the other side of your loving”
Sr. Melanie Svoboda, S.N.D.
Turned to poetry by: Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Privilege shares with friends and family
the whys and wherefores of your creed;
lest your lack of concern and charity
keeps a faith hostage that they need.
July 5, 2020
I see the tired look in her eyes the way her shoulders hang and the little grin on
her face my baby is tired some one once said a good deed don`t go unnoticed, it
should of said a good deed doesn`t come without burden,
she opened her heart opened her home opened arms only to find more hurt
more pain more sorrow, she has a heart as big as any and loves better then any
one but she`s weary disappointed and uncertain,
Is she doing enough, is she doing the right thing, is she taking on more then
she can handle a flower can only take so much rain before it surrenders and
falls ,
I was raised by a strong woman who took every burden and turned it into a
positive, I didn`t think in my life time I would find another who had as much
gumption tenacity, or love as her,
No one ever said life would be easy I for one know, but she is so forgiving
understanding, and so reluctant to take from her self and give to others for the
sake of there happiness and the sacrifice of hers,
On my knees and hands together I pray give my baby strength to make through
the day , adversity, triumph, and victory is not on her mind seeing to it that all is
well with others every time,
The flower I fell in love with has a steam as strong as a tree, the girl I call my
wife gives more then any including me, my baby will always be there for any one
even to the negative her hand she will extend,
To her I have the utmost respect for after the tears, after sorrow, after it all she
smiles picks her self up and starts again, the woman who looks for nothing in
return opens her heart as a friend.
Sold All of Our Shares
Was a message for me that she had texted
And not award of what would happen next
About horrible Stock Market we were having
For sure, no one seemed to be laughing.
Values wend downward inch by each inch
And you had felt like you were in a pinch
As to which way to go and what to do
Were losing all of our money this is true.
Wonder what my advisor would think
Should in some other stocks money sink
We could have tried to be like a cool cat
And continue staying where you were at.
Miracles are in minds of politicians now
What we have to do is get by somehow
And never could find anyone who cares
So went out and sold all of our shares.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Its pain from past,
its pain that last,
its pain that's passed him by.
Its pain from words,
he wants for heard,
that's rarely read but why?
Its pain of life,
felt more than twice,
its pain that breaks him down.
He knows no cure,
one things for sure,
its pain that he has found.
Its pain from grins,
its where he's been,
its beauty he must share.
And twist with ink,
the pain he thinks,
will color up his square.
Its pain the poet shares...
My Love Shares Her Deepest Desires
My love shares her deepest desires with me;
She holds not back and reveals herself true.
Clothed or naked, she displays her beauty,
An enigmatic and seductive woo.
I am enthralled; she seeks my company
When there are those more debonair than I.
On a whim, my heart fluttered in the breeze
And was smitten by her attractive smile.
Into her alluring arms I succumb;
Her eyes lock with mine and close as we kiss,
And our hearts beat together as if one,
Embraced passionately in tenderness.
Love’s temptation, bonding us unified,
Feelings no man or woman can deny.
How can I do it alone that she is in children’s side?
A dad is seeking betterment his range is much wide.
Children are drinking and smoking, wandering for girls,
Not interested for marriage, wasting for quarrels.
Comes homes late at night gets late in a day time bed,
Sometimes mess is so heavy, home seems as a shed.
But wife didn’t understand, parents also have right,
To show them a path, a discussion isn’t for bite.
I were also young a day, time isn’t as they think,
My hardship isn’t for frugal as they deliver stink.
She is mine if she didn’t understand who will do that,
She needs to clarify, my partner is generous not a fat.
If she will regard her husband respect‘ll grow at home,
Nobody can get satisfaction in a battle for blame.
Co-operation is a solution can build peace for all,
We shall enjoy our shares although he is small and tall.
The wise I asked:
" Why have the shares of truth skyrocketed at
the stock exchange of human values, these days? "
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" Because the truth has become a rare commodity in recent times. "
He bitterly replied!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 September 2021