Best Some Poems
Once when my soul spoke,
you betrayed every word.
Then your tongue promised
to only sing with sincerity.
I danced for a brief while,
lost in your angelic orchestra.
Until I stumbled and you fell,
crushing our garden of roses.
Then keys fused only sad sounds.
Maybe it was me, but i'm sure
it was you, who left me alone on
that boulevard of broken promises.
Vivid violins cried, until you
snapped their sorrowful strings.
And I was right there, but
your eyes deceived you.
You thought it was rain drops,
not the tone of my tears,
electrocuting the heart
of my weeping guitar.
Chills from your silence
froze suppressed emotions.
Creating ribs of steel, which
shield flesh that is now stone.
Now your love belongs to
another innocent man.
Who doesn't know your song,
nor how your garden blooms.
Simple Musings
Silent One
28 February 2018
A lover
dies a millions times,
cursing the silence
of his tongue.
A poet
bleeds a million times,
until his heart has expressed
what matters the most.
When there is no poetry,
mind struggles to comprehend,
why what is expected to be heard,
is left unspoken.
When winds bring no respite,
all is forgotten in time,
memories may return to haunt,
but some hearts are meant to say goodbye.
Simple Musing
Silent One
29 April 2019
Silent, she slips from her stronghold’s security,
safely tucked high on the cliff in her nest.
Cautious, she stays in the shadows afforded her,
sorrowful, hesitant, missing the rest.
Her parents and siblings had sought out the sunshine,
flying the open air, learning their craft.
Soaring and diving, they basked in the currents;
she, feeling poorly, by chance, had stayed back.
Sounds like a cannon had rung out above her;
shrieking and screaming, she watched the first fall.
Caught in the open with no chance for cover,
savagely, swiftly, death came for them all.
Hugging the hillside, she used the thick foliage,
bobbing and weaving, avoiding the limbs,
calling on instincts she knew not inside her,
fine-tuned adjustments through flexes and trims.
Cover was ending; the ocean awaited her.
Her heart was racing, her mind strangely clear.
Mother had taught her to seek out the currents;
a warm water pocket meant updrafts were near.
Tucking, she dove as she flew in the open,
a bullet herself, towards shiny blue glass.
Braking so subtly, just at the last moment,
she shot across wave tops, dizzily fast.
There! A small change in the water beneath her.
Pulling up hard, she flapped skyward and soared.
Where she was headed lay unknown before her,
on past the sunset to some distant shore.
Bewitched again by autumn's laggard spell
Like alchemy, green leaves are turned to gold
Although the summer still has dreams to sell
I watch fall's silent sorcery unfold
Brisk morning breezes hint of coming cold
Forgotten are the yellow daffodils
The grass is brown where robins once patrolled
Who now, I'm sure, are sunning in Negril
And yet it seems leaves change almost at will
As fall performs his yearly slight of hand
Replacing summer heat with twilight chill
And leafy green to russet on demand
While autumn draws attention from my eyes
It tricks me not to notice how time flies
by Daniel Turner
Negril is a tourist destination in Jamaica
Laughing, dancing, having the time of her life,
Faerie Fun went from mushroom house to toadstool cottage,
Spreading joy,
Playing with everyone
In a kind and pleasant way.
There was going to be no sadness
In Faerie Forest today if she could help it.
It is up to me, she said.
I am the catalyst for happiness today.
She ate breakfast with the Nymph family,
And they laughed about silly stuff,
But no people.
She watched Lila Leprechaun’s Lilliput dance,
And she clapped and clapped while
Mama Leprechaun took care of the
Unhappy baby. Baby calm. All is well.
Faerie Fun was soon skipping
Up the walk to the most challenging
House of all.
Change your attitude! She warned herself.
Change your attitude!
Her jaw was clamped tightly shut now, and she
Was already filled with dread.
Pixie Dust! Her internal voice yelled. NOW!
The sparkly particles surrounded her, and settled down all over her, calming her instantly, and
Changing her attitude from not-so-great to wonderful.
Before she left Grump-Eater’s house, he gave her a long, lingering hug. No one gets me like you, he said.
Progress at last.
Sometimes it is simply a matter of us changing our attitude.
SOME STARS SHINE BRIGHTER
Some stars shine brighter
Some waves crash stronger
Some winds blow warmer
Some days are lovelier
Some friendships are eternal...
During our lives we meet a lot of people
But some will conquer a special place in our hearts
They'll be the ones for whom
We'll fight a little harder
We'll cry a little stronger
We'll cheer a little louder
We'll worry a lot over
They are the ones
That will always be there for you
Laughing with your happiness
Holding you during your tears
Some are in the same city
Others on a continent away
The distance doesn't matter
For we carry them always
In our minds and in our hearts
So they're never really far away from our thoughts
So my dear and sweet friend
Thank you for allowing me in your life
For always be there for me
Thanks for being my rock
You've a heart of gold
The most beautiful soul
Your light shine thru your poems
Your care and attention thru your words
I'll be always here for you too
Cheering for you every step of your way...
Take care of yourself and come back to us fast...
And... never forget...
To just be yourself
Because you're simply perfect
Just the way you are...
...and very much loved, my dear friend...
Love you, Darren
March 28th, 2017
Sometimes, it just takes some time
Sometimes,
we are born, with big dreams
Sometimes,
we are born having none
Sometimes,
we have to live, with our troubles
Sometimes,
we do things, that can’t be undone
Sometimes,
our hearts, may be broken
Sometimes,
we find true peace and love
Sometimes,
words are better left unspoken
Sometimes,
you leave when you’ve had enough
Chorus
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
for all of your dreams to come true
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
to find the perfect one, meant for you
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
being apart ‘til the storm subsides
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
a little patience, while the future unwinds
Sometimes,
the cards, we’ve been dealt with
don’t add up,
and are just not enough
Sometimes,
we’re anxious, and worry too much
Sometimes,
we’re blessed, with a tender touch
Sometimes,
the money comes too easy
Sometimes,
we may not have enough to eat
Sometimes,
life throws us a curve ball
Sometimes,
this life is bittersweet
Chorus
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
for all of your dreams to come true
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
to find the perfect one, meant for you
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
being apart ‘til the storm subsides
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
a little patience, while the future unwinds
Finale
Sometimes, it just takes, some time
a little patience, while the future unwinds
Sometimes, it just takes, some time
a little patience, while the future unwinds
John Derek Hamilton
June 12,2018
When life gives a choice don't ask why
Don't dwell in dark under a star-lit sky
If music starts playing go find your voice
Don't ask why when life gives a choice
Every life will smile bearing a gift of joy
Echoing sounds of a harmonious ploy
Spreading cheer, donning perky style
Bearing a gift of joy every life will smile
In times of despair, know there's hope
Happiness resides in everyone's scope
Blessings embody within every prayer
Know there's hope in times of despair
Upon every roof some rain must fall
Life once in a while answers your call
When love finds us, that is one proof
Some rain must fall upon every roof
May 14, 2018
Poem of the day on May 16, 2018
HM: Strand select 3 contest by Brian Strand
NOTE:
This poem is a Swap Quatrain. This form was created by Lorraine M. Kanter.
Within the Swap Quatrain each stanza in the poem must be a quatrain (four lines) where the first line is reversed in the fourth line. In addition, line 2 must rhyme with line 1, and line 3 must rhyme with line 4 and so on, BUT not repeat the same rhyming pattern on subsequent stanzas. Rhyming pattern: AABB, CCDD, and so on.
My daughter is my greatest gift on earth
It's been this way since day I gave her birth
T'will be this way till day I close my eyes
and silent lie beneath the starry skies
Yet while I live, I'll treasure her embrace,
and thank the Lord for touching her with grace
I'll be content in knowledge that she's near
To sweetly calm my worry with her cheer
I'll let her guide my feeble faltering frame
What joy I feel when calling out her name
This time that's left to me, her smile will bless
I long to see her glow in wedding dress
And once my girl is settled, free from strife
When she leaves home to be a loving wife
I'll pray to see her children, every one
Then it won't matter if my days are done
For some things never change, I'm sure you see
My love for her will match eternity
A daughter is a piece of heaven's best
When she's secure and loved, my heart can rest
Eileen Manassian
To my daughter, Shereen Nataly Ghali, with all my love
I want to talk to you about something
Well, l actually have a little gossip l know to be true
About certain letters in the alphabet
Please don’t share with another….its just between me and you!
Did you know that the letter U has quite the reputation
Creating unrest amongst other letters
Popular and loved by some
Disliked by many though as U is quite the go-getter
So lets start with the letter W
V and X’s next door neighbour
I do believe “W” is in love with “U”
Due to her natural beauty and confident nature
W is completely besotted with U
And as W’s adoration for U grew
A single U was no longer enough
So one U became two….known as W
Next…is Y who stands opened armed
Between the very disliked X and Z
Y is so very unhappy there
X and Z being the two most unpopular letters… it is said
‘Why oh why’, yells Y
‘Am l stuck between these two’
‘I desperately want to move within this alphabet
‘Beside the desirable and beautiful U’
Now, what l am about to share with you is of the most sensitive nature
It is in regard to the letter Q
Q frankly has some deep seeded issues
When it comes to the letter U
Q suffers with separation anxiety
Is fully dependent on U
Q is unable to function at all
Without the reliable U in view
U sits dutifully next to Q
So Q can function and thrive
Q will live a fulfilled alphabet life
As long as U stays with Q…..Q will survive
U feels trapped by the relationship with Q
As U loves another… it is true
U’s heart belongs solely and completely to F
Both desperate to marry and be known as F.U
In the verdant valley of claw-some tales
lived a lady in a cottage of tails.
Every morning, her cat Grey loves to sit,
sip chamomile tea until paws permit,
a scratch here and there to wake her spirit,
so the sneaky rodents nearby fear it.
But the cat knew not the language of hate;
she was a queen dreaming of love and fate.
To unleash the mice that hide and scurry
through the countryside without a worry.
The rising sun too knows how stars despise
grumpy kittens purring through greedy eyes.
And Miss Grey did nothing but deeply muse,
while vested in checkered silvery hues,
she crafted a plan to spread stellar light
amidst the chaos that dwells at midnight,
hopes for peace within the community,
gives all the lives an opportunity~
to shine and flaunt their soft furry wishes,
wave sorrows goodbye with purrfect kisses.
Friends with names, some with faces
all with voices to be heard
With a pen or a keyboard
and with thoughts from which we learn
Friends no less, from a distance
all with feelings meant to share
Welcome songs in the silence
when it seems no one is there
Words are spent, some are lavished
all are welcomed through the day
In this world, any kindness
is worth more than I can say
For Soupers
Another month of days has passed us by
We now prepare for cold November rains
For veterans our hearts will sadly sigh
With daylight savings time some sun we'll gain
The turkey will become our welcome guest
Our families and friends will visit soon
We'll realize how much we're truly blessed
And start to tire of constant Christmas tunes
But yet for some depression will set in
Because of poverty and loneliness
November is the time to call on them
To share the gift of hope and happiness
Thanksgiving Day we'll go to God in prayer
Remember those with nothing in despair.
by Daniel Turner
Some mornings I lie in silence
just staring at the walls
not a sound at all around
except the ticking down the hall
it can feel so refreshing
without a trouble or a care
but then I start thinking
how I wish you were here
Some mornings I bask in sunshine
warming up my bed
I lie in all its comfort
as my day's about to start
I close my eyes and wonder
about your pure and giving heart
how I wish you were near me
it was your warmth that I did feel
how I'd hold you close and not let go
make all these feelings real
Some mornings I wake to darkness
there's thunder in the air
rain's upon my window
and in my heart grows fear
I cuddle with my pillow
pull my sheets up over my head
it's then I miss your body,
your warmth and comfort in my bed
Some mornings I'm rushed and hurried
no time to lie in bed
no time to think, plan or ponder
no time to dream, hope or wonder
It's then when I miss your presence
When I need help getting out the door
those little daily reminders
getting my feet upon the floor
Some mornings I wake and smile
as I feel kisses upon my cheek
feel wind blowing through my hair
and soft touches all over me
it's then I know I'm in heaven
with you right by my side
We lie in endless mornings
Just me and my soulmate bride
*(For Me, the soup tastes good, For others...not so much.)
INDEED, there may be something wrong with the Soup
if spices don't get right many people will be leaving the table soon.
Good people have pointed out problems with taste and temperature to MGMT
only to fall on deaf ears.
Apparently the problems have been stewing for years.
There are hard working mothers, fathers, sons, daughters and grandparents
fighting for a cause in which they firmly believe.
They pay fees each year to a leader who they don't know and cannot see.
They taste and they eat and they share with the community.
They've invested with time and money and poured out their hearts with much
continuity.
Forty to one lopsided comment reply ratios have made their day hard
all these folks want is a little quality soup after punching the old time card.
I've sat at the table and witnessed smiles erase in defeat.
I've listen to their requests get neglected each day on repeat.
Where is the owner operator, could someone please step in and perform a
table visit?
Getting this restaurant up to code ain't everything I suppose, but it'd sure be
exquisite!
Now I'm just an outsider, secret shopper if you will,
Getting this change in motion would ease so many emotions...
consider it dessert taken off the bill.