Best Sian Poems
Thirty years since Mrs Meckin
Said "Sian, who are y' markin'?"
on the hockey field
Wind chillin'
Legs freezin'
Knuckles reddenin'
Clutchin' the rubber handle of my Mum's
old hockey stick
Always third from last to be chosen for The Team
"No, not again, please don't let it happen again"
So humiliatin'
Bro always gets in
"Don't worry, Sian. Music's your thing"
So, moving house again with three kids
Out of London, away from the smog,
the stress, the jumbled up head
To the house with the gate.
A gate at the end of the garden
Through
To the Tennis Club
Narnia
The Secret Garden
A Whole New World
Of Head Space, blue sky, breeze and humour
Leave the worry of how the kids are doin'
The washin'
The cookin'
The state the house's in
The husband not returnin'
Til gone midnight on the cancelled train
Standin' in a huddle by the club house
Nervous laugh and a "How do you do?"
No wimbledon tennis whites
Just the baggy top to cover the downward sag of
Three labours, excess Chardonnary and taramosolata dip
Ball straight up to endless blue
Oh coach, "how DO you DO?!"
Ladies swooning
Chopper grip ready
Backhand, volley, rally, smash
Dash
For the ball
Which is just in
A new beginnin'
I am encapsulated by your love
Dramatized uncleaned in a soap opera
A World Apart, yet we have The Best of Everything
You are my Guiding Light
You are my Love of Life
Awaiting The Brighter Day
This I must certainly say
With In The Secret Storm
I submitted rest assured
We together Search for Tomorrow
It's hard to be away from you
In The Edge of Night, As the World Turns
In this The Clear Horizon, A Flame in the Wind
Oh, my darling I will promise you anything
Never Too Young, Bright Promise
Though we're The Young and the Restless
A World Apart, yet we have The Best of Everything
Engulf in those Dark Shadows
As we forever long to be forever, together
Throughout Somerset One Life to Live
As I give, as I give
Witnessing the battles
Passions of this Another World
Love Is a Many Splendored Thing
Rituals The Bold and the Beautiful Loving
The Doctors at General Hospital have tried to fix my troubled heart
The City for Generations in these long Days of Our Lives
A World Apart, yet we have The Best of Everything
Those The Nurses helping doctors
Keeping our love heal and sharp
Passions of this Another World
Love Is a Many Splendored Thing
Rituals The Bold and the Beautiful Loving
Hopes of marriage proclaiming our love
Procreation, producing All My Children
From Texas Santa Barbara
In Port Charles on Sunset Beach
It's Ryan's Hope to win you back Capitol
You are my Guiding Light
You are my Love of Life
Awaiting The Brighter Day
This I must certainly say
With In The Secret Storm
I submitted rest assured
Together we Search for Tomorrow
It's hard to be away from you
A World Apart, yet we have The Best of Everything
10/03/18
For Soap Opera Titles Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sian St. John
Within cries decreed with shadows mourning
Mortal sin translucent through eyes scorning
Brewing storms amidst silent atramental abyss
Accruing waves breathed loves lingering kiss
Minds melting transfixed thru ravaging ruins
Blinds building walls amongst cerebral fluids
Demonic seeds with remorseful ruling hands
Chronic dementia within bloodstained sands
Temptations afloat amidst sinking verbal voids
Frustrations colliding of inner spacing asteroids
Ignorance blissful with hemispheres declining
Innocence destroying within minds confining
Illusions manifesting with tribal ritual intentions
Extrusions of thoughts entwined with abstentions
Tumultuous seas of marauding cores deepening
Tempestuous squalls landing ashore secreting.
...a BDHR-[backward double helix reversible]
Mourning shadows with decreed cries within
Scorning eyes through translucent mortal sin
Abyss atramental silent amidst storms brewing
Kiss lingering loves breathed waves accruing
Ruins ravaging thru transfixed melting minds
Fluids cerebral amongst walls building blinds
Hands ruling remorseful with seeds demonic
Sands stained blood within dementia chronic
Voids verbal sinking amidst afloat temptations
Asteroids spacing inner of colliding frustrations
Declining hemispheres with blissful ignorance
Confining minds within destroying innocence
Intentions ritual tribal with manifesting illusions
Abstentions with entwined thoughts of extrusions
Deepening cores marauding of seas tumultuous
Secreting ashore landing squalls tempestuous.
Oct.09.2018
Soap Opera Titles Poetry..."The Secret Storm"
Sponsored by: Sian St. John
N/A for contest
Wall
Within the confinement my thoughts her tears sweep through my marrows
As her lips intertwine within the shadow of my webs...
The thoughts of staying longer in her cascading emotions motioned my elements to rise
beyond her hyperbolic hips...
As the pulsating echoes from her temple stooped in between my element..
My metaphoric grip descended from Mount Sian
The moon stood mute, as mounts moan
The floodgate was open..
A beautiful ride all the way, because she was wall built with ceder...
Awoh awoh
“Souls and Bodies We’ll Lay Down”
Ominous clouds have
Invaded my soul;
Thrust swords into my heart.
Darker than the midnight air.
Stars gone forever more.
Bloodied hands in my dreams.
I dream not of tranquility
But of lightning and thunder
Pain and hunger.
I pray for your peace
Your hope and honor.
For blue skies and golden wheat.
I pray that your Trident,
Strikes the heart of evil
Bringing this aberration to its knees
Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
I beseech thee please
Save them from this hell.
May your anthem be sung
By all the peoples,
Of all the nations,
Of this world.
I leave you with this heart felt anthem of the Ukraine Nation
Ukraine has not yet perished, nor her glory, nor her freedom,
Upon us, fellow Ukrainians, fate shall smile once more.
Our enemies shall vanish, like the dew in the sun,
And we too shall rule, brothers, in a free land of our own.
Chorus:
Souls and bodies we'll lay down, all for our freedom,
And we'll show that we, brothers, are of the Cossack nation!
II
We'll stand, brothers, in bloody battle, from the Sian to the Don,
We shall not let others rule in our motherland
The Black Sea will smile and grandfather Dnipro will rejoice,
For in our own Ukraine fortune shall shine again.
Chorus
Souls and bodies we'll lay down, all for our freedom,
And we'll show that we, brothers, are of the Cossack nation!
III
Our persistence and sincere toils shall be rewarded,
And freedom's song will throughout all of Ukraine resound.
Echoing off the Carpathians, and across the steppes rumbling,
Ukraine's fame and glory shall be known 'mong all nations.
Chorus
Souls and bodies we'll lay down, all for our freedom,
And we'll show that we, brothers, are of the Cossack nation!
The lyrics of the anthem were written in 1862 by Pavlo Chubynsky – Ukrainian ethnografist, folklorist and poet
A-frican leopard can't change its spots,
I-n terms of man's character;
L-earning to transform is tough,
Y-es, trying hard doesn't matter.
M-onday November twenty-seventh
I-s in the nature's thoughts;
R-earranging the person is difficult,
A-sian leopard can't change its
S-pots.
this netherworld
this hospice of broken souls
this travesty of triumph’s trauma
blank pages
telling stories
sightless readers
sifting the ash
of scorched lives
charred character
seeking solace
on the edge
of night
©10/14/2018
for – Soap Opera Titles Poetry Contest
sponsor – Sian St. John
I lost the love of my life
In the secret storm
of our romance
Looking for a guiding light
For our love teeters on the
Edge of night
As the world turns
I will search for love tomorrow
Among the dark shadows of despair
Soap Opera Titles Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:
Sian St John
She had an almost insane love of life,
Her attitude exuded abject fairness,
She was the abominably busy butcher’s wife,
Cancer treatments turned her suddenly quite hairless.
Her love of God and Savior was her guiding light.
No matter how she suffered, optimism shone through.
The secret storm she held inside, a secret plight.
Each day, a gift, she treasured gloriously anew.
As the world turned, day by day, the same for many,
She found happiness, and determinedly ignored the sad,
Bringing joy to those who would have suffered plenty,
If they had not seen her beacon of hope, realizing she was glad.
At her services, a reoccurring theme was her love of life,
Her love for her family, and her incessant offerings of hope.
The busy butcher, now not as busy, mourning his lovely wife,
In honor of her, smiled through his tears, daring not to mope.
He could feel her love for him, beaming down from heaven.
Glad he was, she was not still suffering from her secret storm,
A storm she hid from the rest of them, especially her son, Kevin,
Who crawled into bed with his daddy that night, so toasty warm.
Written 10-09-2018 Contest: Soap Opera Titles
Sponsor: Sian St. James