Best Stay Poems
The voice of my eyes
Speaks silent words
A language to be heard
What does it say?
Oh baby, it’s telling you
Telling you to stay
The voice of my heart
Thundering through my chest
As your head lies on my breast
Oh baby, what does it say?
It’s telling you
Telling you to stay
The voice of my body
These words my arms speak
As I melt and go weak
In the heat of your night
In the cool of your day
What, oh what does it say?
Baby, oh baby
It’s begging you,
Asking you
It’s telling you to stay
Stay…
Let your doubts stop turning
Give in to this burning
Forget what’s wrong or right
And stay with me tonight
Stay just a little longer
You’ll leave a little stronger
Stay inside my fantasy
And feed on my ecstasy
Be naked heart and soul
Lose control and be made whole
Let caged desires free
Let wantonness just...BE
Oh taste and touch and feel,
Every wish in me come real
Oh baby, what do you say?
Let the world just melt away
To your paradise, I'm the way
Oh baby...right now...TODAY
Just
PLEASE
~*~ STAY ~*~
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Thy Wondrous Life Was As A Butterfly's Brief Stay,
Poets Tribute Series, third poet, John Keats
Poet, where flows tears for thy premature demise
tragic death of thy soft heart, body, gifted soul
majestic verses from a poet truly wise
poems of deep splendor, thy words did so extol.
Thy wondrous Life was as a butterfly's brief stay.
And in thy heart, triumphant was thy sweet word play.
Poet, can praise seep into thy slumbering grave
or upon hearing such voice, does thee seek to rise
and in true caring, thy words again hope to save
by talented hand, let pen scribble out surprise.
Thy wondrous Life was as a butterfly's brief stay.
And in thy heart, triumphant was thy sweet word play.
Poet, does moon's light cast shine into thy abode
as blowing sands of time, thy rest slow ticks away
can spirit, with honor, thy sad story be told
of poet, that Fate's hand, forced thy dear Life thee pay.
Thy wondrous Life was as a butterfly's brief stay.
And in thy heart, triumphant was thy sweet word play.
Poet, not enough we admire from distant time
magnificence of thy genius in golden verse
thy heart once beat in verses heavenly sublime
before death delivered its dark and early curse.
Thy wondrous Life was as a butterfly's brief stay.
And in thy heart, triumphant was thy sweet word play.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-28-2019
Rhyme, ( Tragedy of the death of a young genius and truly brilliant poet )
STAY WITH ME
Stay with me, hold my hands so tight.
Stay with me, I need you here by my side.
Stay with me, until the clouds get dark.
Stay with me, I'll take you somewhere we can hide.
Stay with me, you are the only one I want.
Your breath,your smell that make me high.
Stay with me, I want this room to burn on fire.
I'll let you win this broken heart if you'll stay with me ,tonight.
Stay with me, I need you here by my side.
Stay with me then hold my hands,'til clouds get dark.
Stay with me, there's somewhere else that we can hide.
Stay with me, I'm begging for a one night stand.
This life isn't be this way before,
When I met you, I broke the rules.
I became free and saw the light.
So please stay with me ,tonight!
Stay with me, the time is short.
You'll be gone soon in open door.
Stay with me until my eyes were closed.
So I can save the memories when you stay with me, tonight.
written: 4/30/2014
An end-of-August day, the air is crisp--
the only hint that fall is on its way.
And we’ve gone to the park to share this bliss,
for school will soon cut short his time for play.
The wide, paved paths meander round a pond,
'neath walnut-laden trees, and over creeks.
Bike freed from training wheels takes him beyond
my grasp, and off he rides with ruddy cheeks.
But soon he takes a spill and grabs his knee.
His little chin aquiver but no tears.
A kiss and Batman band-aid remedy.
“All better?” He nods bravely, quelling fears.
He scrambles to his bike and rides away.
I wish that time could slow and summer, stay.
5/1/2019
May 1, 2019
Specificity in Poetry
Sheri Fresonke Harper, Sponsor
~3rd Place
POTD 5/3/2019
Favorite Poem from May 2019
Julia Ward, Sponsor
~2nd Place
What Happened To GOD’s Old Fashioned Women?
Women who were careful how they spoke and didn’t use
profanity to get their thoughts across. Who loved their
husbands and children and their GOD.
Stay at home mothers raising their children well and respected
their husbands and worked at having a loving home.
Old fashioned women who were careful how they dressed,
and did their best to keep their children safe but in
line with the rules of the home.
Sometimes, mothers and their children went to pick beans
and berries to help out with the family finances and
with school clothes.
Women who supported their children’s efforts at
school by attending their plays, games or recitals,
but, realizing all the while that then, the schools were safe
and moral.
It was a different time then, it was a more peaceful time
where neighbors were friendly and helped each other
by keeping an eye out for intruders and any other danger.
I can remember several young mothers who would go to
the park with their toddlers and watched them play
together.
Also, I can remember my mother passing along clothes
down from among the three of us girls, hemming
dresses, making them over, or making new ones.
Mothers who did canning and preparing the family’s
food for the coming year. Doing yard work and
landscaping and dressing up the yard to make it beautiful.
Of course the breakdown of the American home has
come about by divorce of so many couples and families. And then
there are couples having children without the benefit
of marriage which has brought about a total
breakdown of the American Sweet Culture.
I am remembering to, hearing the sound of church bells
ring Sunday morning telling all of us to get up and
get ready for church. There is an old saying, “The family
that prays together, stays together”!
Lastly, that is the country and feelings that I miss but,
times have changed and we REALLY need to look
up for our REDEMPTION DRAWTH NEAR!
JESUS IS COMING SOON, ARE YOU READY?
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
2/19/19
My heart can bear no more
The evil torments of black widows
Who wish to kiss you once
Then to devour your very soul
Beware these ones, who wish you buried
Who among you has an open heart?
I shall invite you to wipe a tear
An embrace
Would cure the hardships, we all endure
Alas the deceptions, make love so unsure
If you wish my heart, as a sacrifice
What have you, to offer in return?
Other than sweet dates & Palms, and silly words?
Go away, ride into the night
Fairy tales I myself can write
The mirage of promises never kept
False images have turned smiles to ice
So if you seek to share your soul
Have in hand, your heart to sleep
So passions will make our bond so deep
If you see not wisdom within these words
Then I must say don’t be so absurd
Silence has killed many a dream
Stay away from my heart
Alone
I'll have my coffee, no sugar no cream
Spring, always
just a few weeks away.
Dark branches begin to bud wet
I knew you couldn't stay.
How I remember our first Fall,
and the long Winter most of all.
I must make amends and start again,
isn't it funny how love resets.
Wi' misty hands of time
we're bound to forget,
our fading summer.
just looking
for opportunities
to misinterpret
and distort
every word
looking for a reason
any excuse
to be miserable
as if there isn’t
enough grief
in the world already
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Within a dream I wish to stay
and turn my back on light of day.
For dreams are filled with childish hope,
the kind cruel truth tries to choke.
I close my eyes and drift away,
to see the face of yesterday.
A time that holds a special place,
where all felt warm and all felt safe.
Life is not lived in the past,
time moves on and time moves fast.
All things must pass and memories fade,
so in a dream I wish to stay.
11/23/19
It's true, for some hearts burning embers
that a pet is like a family member
and how painful life is, when they slip away
but some pets stay.
Dutchboy wandered in some fourteen years ago
a young pup on the run from one who did not know
he needed warmth and love and one owner strong
the protector he would be, big and strong.
He played and barked
happy as a lark
he kept us safe and snug
as he cuddled and hugged.
Eventually he slowed in his play
and sad and unexpected, he slipped away
but some times in the quiet of the house
I see his shadow walk, quiet as a mouse
and well I now know,
some pets protect us still
waiting for Heaven to call us all
and till then, they stay.
Constance La France
All Pets Go to Heaven
8/17/2020
My wife may go, but I must stay
My unused ticket in my hand
Her flight is finally underway
The Nazis held my full dossier
The word had come from high command
My wife may go, but I must stay
Our cigarettes within the tray
With lipstick stains upon her brand
Her flight is finally underway
My passport stamped with letter "J"
A clerk is typing - I am banned
My wife may go, but I must stay
One golden earring gone today
The other one tight in my hand
Her flight is finally underway
I lied: "It's just a short delay."
Perhaps one day she'll understand
My wife may go, but I must stay
Her flight is finally underway
November 29, 2014
Notes:
1936 - Jews no longer allowed electrical/optical equipment, bicycles, typewriters or records
1938 - Jews' passports stamped with a red letter 'J'. May not be used to re-enter Germany.
Some have passports removed to prevent them leaving the country.
For complete list see http://www.bl.uk/learning/histcitizen/voices/info/decrees/decrees.html
Don't do it.
Don't fall back into that dark hole.
Not again.
You're strong.
You're very strong.
You've come far and you are able to go further.
Don't give up.
You got this.
I promise.
Mom is watching.
She's proud of you.
Just because you made
A few bad decisions
Doesn't mean you're a bad person.
She loves you.
But you have to learn
How to love yourself.
You're not that person who's trying to take over your body.
Fight against her.
That's not you.
You're stronger than your enemy.
..
Don't do it.
Don't fall back into that dark hole.
Not again.
You ARE strong.
Now look in the mirror
And tell that reflection
That she is beautiful.
Because you are.
If you can work, or go to school.
You will be allowed to. If not
how can you discover a non
spam or get rich scheme.
Promising to solve all of your
financial problems. "You can
earn $10,00 working from home."
I hung up my cell phone two
times.
Mary C. and I wanted to call
our mutual friend, Starshadow.
Who has self quarantined. But
on three occasions the robot
interrupted my personal my
Cricket cell phone. Because I
did not respond. They promised
to call me back within 42 or 48
hours. I will vote by disconnecting
the scam call.
Success at last! I was able to
call her and Mary dropped
off the sack lunch. Courtesy
of a Seventh Day Adventist
Church. Using the Central
Lutheran church's property.
The people did not know if
they would be back there
two weeks from last Sunday.
My friend Mary C and I will
not be attending any more
community meals in the
cities of Everett and Snohomish.
King and Snohomish Counties
are two of the most impacted
counties in the Evergreen State
of Washington.
Since all of the parks have been
shut down in Snohomish County
Washington. And mayor Cassie
Franklin has ordered Everett under
a lock down. President Donald
Trump is calling out the National
Guard for the State of Washington.
The State of Colorado has dispatched
300 doctors, nurses. and medical
assistants to the State of Washington.
And they have already arrived,
and are working.
The States of California, New York,
and I believe Illinois will also
have National Guards present
in their states as well.
Stay at home, stay safe.
Say your prayers, read your
Bibles and home devotionals
Attend your church's on-line
services if possible.
Air out your dwelling places,
if at all possible.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 12, 2020
Oh, stay with me for always love
though I may pull away,
or strike your cheek with brazen hand,
then tease you with my play.
Pledge your heart my cherished one,
though deeds do not deserve.
My words cry out from silent tongue.
Why have I lost my nerve?
Spare me tears from love’s lost nights
and lonely days, sun-spilled,
a flood of light could never quench
soul’s thirst, I live for still.
A need or want, I won't define
no scores I'd dare to keep,
for love’s own breath whispered in ear
can cause my heart to leap.
I pray mistakes of past won't cost
my love or morrow’s trust.
No roses bloom without the thorns;
no hearth warms without dust.
So if you go, my love from me
I’ll know it's all my fault.
To borrow time, I’ll beg and plead
‘til pounding heart does halt.
We were just children of different ages,
From varied places brought on different days
By the police to that one children’s home.
At first, we did not know each other’s name,
But we soon developed a bond that was
Peculiar to people in the same plight.
We were victims of abuse and neglect
In our own homes by family and kin,
So we chose to run and live on the streets.
We rummaged through garbage for scraps to sell,
At night, in parks or in pavements, we slept
‘Til the police took us in their mobile.
There were babies, too, who had been disclaimed
In hospitals just after they were born,
By their own mothers--too young or poor,
Or afraid of responsibility.
They occupied one of the building’s wings:
When one cried, the others joined in sympathy.
We were fed, clothed, and we had warm beds;
We helped Nanay* cook and prepare our meals
Tatay* cleaned the halls and kept the garden.
The other staff were very good to us.
Thus, in that place, though momentarily,
We had a semblance of a family.
Sometimes a new child was brought in--frightened,
And shy, till he warmed to our company.
The saddest part was when one had to go--
Released due to overage, or finally
Found by relations, or for adoption.
These goodbyes always brought tears to our eyes.
It was in that children’s home where I learned
Many things about love, loss, life, and pain,
And why it was that the world wasn’t fair,
And why there were those who still remained kind.
I found solace in people I barely knew
And real friendship in an unlikely place.
I can’t help but wonder where they are now;
It’s been one score and ten since my release.
Some names and faces I can still recall
But some have faded with the years that passed.
All I can do is wish them well and pray,
Like Tiny Tim, “God bless us, everyone!”
*Nanay is a Filipino term for Mother; the male counterpart is Tatay.
April 10, 2023
Lower Fairview, Baguio City