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Beloved Blooms
I awoke to a garden of flowers,
A bouquet of words that blooms from within.
Expressions conceived, grown by spring showers,
A dream or a quest that yearns to begin.
As warm sunlight opens petals, I find
Words from a sonnet lead to desire.
Enchanted romance enlightens the mind
Growing a garden to bloom and inspire.
Colors of brilliance, and in every hue
Guide my muse in your scented direction.
Don't guild the Lily, as I adore YOU.
Your pleasant bloom is my sweet perfection.
Each poet blooms with their own unique flair
Within their bouquet of blossoms they bare.
5-23-21
~Poem of the Day May 25, 2021~ Thank you Team Poetry Soup.
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My thanks to the websites for the images:
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E Pluribus Unum ~ Out Of Many, One
[Author's note: E Pluribus Unum is a traditional motto of the United
States, but the scope of this poem is intended to be of a more global scale.]
We are farmhands, postal workers, we are rich industrialists
We are pilots, sailors, warriors, mathematicians, scientists
We are doctors, nurses, dentists; taking care of those in need
We are teachers, flight attendants, moms and dads with mouths to feed
We post blogs, develop websites, we are software engineers
We are athletes, video gamers, we're retired volunteers
We are dancers, painters, sculptors, we are actors on the stage
We are clerks, construction workers, pay for night school with our wage
We are high school educated, college maybe, or hard knocks
We are barbers and beauticians, drive a truck or work on docks
We are clergy, civic leaders, wardens at the county jail
Roll in wheelchairs, use sign language, wear prosthetics, read by Braille
We are bankers, tax accountants, proud grandparents, husbands, wives,
We are activists who strive to give our children better lives
We are widows, orphans, childless; we feel sorrow to the core
We are social workers, advocates of justice for the poor
We make music or just listen, sing out loud or softly hum
We are common, we are special, we are those who overcome
We are poets and songwriters, we write letters to our kin
Sharing stories of our life, of where we're going, where we've been
We are those with beating hearts, with flexing muscles, red blood cells
Kidney donors, missionaries, we help dig fresh water wells
We praise God in mosque or church, in synagogue or kingdom hall,
In a temple, or in nature, maybe have no God at all
We are from around the planet, we have skin of every tone
We have short hair, long hair, no hair, kinky hair; we're not alone
We esteem diversity; you value me, I value you
Always with respect for those who hold a different point of view
This, my dream: to be united when it all is said and done
Though we may not be there yet, we share this journey -
We are one.
Written 1 Feb 2022
Of the items in the store,
All were second hand
An old computer did I buy,
With a broken stand
One side was badly scratched
Two knobs were missing too
But that’s not the story
I’m about to tell to you
T’was about the second week
Of the ‘puter at my place
Sitting there against the wall
Near the old staircase
I recall the night was late
As I readied me for bed
When I turned the ‘puter off,
The screen … it turned blood-red
The appearance caused a start
I gasped a gulp of air
I couldn’t turn my gaze away
I stood right there and stared.
Then a low murmuring
From deep within the set
Cold chills ran over me
I’ve not forgotten yet
A voice, low and menacing
Containing graveled rasps
I could not then stop again
My involuntary gasp
I stood there mesmerized
My gaze remained transfixed
Emotions racing through me
And all of them were mixed
The Voice on the other side
Of the blood-red display screen
Issued a command to me
So ominous and mean:
“Place your hand upon the screen
And repeat these words to me:
Where you are right now,
Is where I need to be.”
I felt my arm move upward
Powerless to resist
I felt a burning in my palm
As the display screen it kissed
I heard a voice and realized
The speaker it was me:
“Where you are right now,
Is where I need to be.”
As the words transmitted,
Involuntarily,
I could feel a change come on …
Overwhelming me.
As I stared in disbelief
My hand – it disappeared
Absorbed into the blood-red screen
As the burning onward seared …
Through my wrist, up my arm
It’s hotness I could feel
Inward was I screaming
Not believing this was real!
In reflection from the screen
I was being pulled into
I saw a face, and then I screamed:
“That horrid face is YOU!”
The rapid assimilation
Continued then until
All feelings were extinguished
And all was calm and still.
A trillion beings there transformed
To tiny bytes and bits
And ‘tis every part of us
All websites now transmits
Now here I am deep inside
This computers’ display screen
If there’s disturbance felt
Oh so sharp and keen
Just place your hand upon the screen
And read these words to me:
“Where you are right now,
Is where I need to be.”
How different was the world of long ago
when writing was a special skill to hone,
and masters of this art were so well known
with names like Wordsworth, Shelley, Frost or Poe.
The realm of poetry began to grow
exceedingly as newer forms were sown
though now there are so few of world renown
while poetry itself sees endless flow!
The techno world allows us to be seen
on countless websites and we all can claim
to be a poet, but the irony
is that there barely is a thing to glean
from this, for often just to show one's name,
the poet pays the publisher a fee!
(A Miltonic Sonnet - I hope!) Written 4/30/14
The Sounds of Spring
About: This poem is describes my feelings of the season spring. How the wonders of it are a miracle. A place so green dries and dies, when the cold comes. Then blooms and grooves of new life of all God's creations.
ATTENTION:All my poems are posted by me. No one else. Other websites, that I have uploaded my poems on are: forums.familyfriendpoems.com and wattpad.com (the username is the same on this website, as well as those: ricoelhady)
When the sun lights up over the land,
the groves grow golden red,
under the light,
The day then starts,
with the clinging of the bells in the far east,
and the roosters singing at dawn,
the sun's golden rays peak out to play spreading all over the land,
The blue jays sing,
the flowers bloom,
and the bees spread the scent,
the day shines brighter than any other icy day,
The game animals awake,
to the sounds from the wind,
they sing and perch to the instruments of day,
The creaking of the old mill,
on Grey's hill,
wakes up the town,
people of all ages boom through the day,
clapping and dancing,
to the rhythm of the day,
The clouds embrace across the blue,
cuddling and huddling the Sun and sky,
sparking the land under a disco light,
Me, what do I do?
I sit nearby the big, blue river,
listening,
to the plops and ploops and plips,
of the fish,
jumping here and there,
Today is a special day,
the first time this year,
nature decided to,
sing the sounds of spring
PUNISHING LIES
About: This poem was actually written a few days ago. Earlier this month and last month, a grew a bit of anger in me. This anger was forged and created by the people around me. And, so because of how I angry I was the best way I dealt with it. Was, by writing through poetry.
ATTENTION:This poem was originally posted on the websites:
wattpad.com and forums.familyfriendpoems.com
by the author, using the username: ricoelhady.
Grieve,
is the only word I hear,
when the clock stops ticking,
hitting and banging while,
my heart keeps skipping,
every beat of my life,
and every breathe ever used
I forget about the days,
when the light shines through the graves,
of yesterday,
the petals of love,
went flying through the sky,
scenting the harmony,
that was once forged in our hearts,
Through every second passing,
when I glance at your eyes,
I see nothing but the hate,
you flow to me,
the hate left for me,
Crazy as it seems,
your love means more to me,
than the falling sky,
of yesterday,
What ever have I done,
to let you think of me wrong,
I gave in all my love,
my hope for a life,
just to be with you,
but it craddles me wrong
The days that I stood,
glaring at you,
made me feel,
the world was tight in a bubble,
and nothing was ever wrong,
But the facts, and the lies, and states that you cried,
made me believe you,
even though,
your stature was pure to see,
but your flaw blinded me,
Never again,
will I see,
the kinds of you,
cuz I know now,
what it feels to be blessed,
with a mind like yours,
Torture and abundance,
dives deep into your heart,
the screaming and the lies,
that you penetrated through,
makes no difference of you,
Like you,
you made me feel so free,
but then you trapped me,
like birds in cages,
Creating nothing,
but the fear you deserve,
the anger I felt,
the anger I kept
But, now,
the shed of tears,
that I allowed to flow,
dries so harsh,
that rivers have flown
My heart full of blood,
pumped out no more,
never ever,
will I breathe your name,
no more
Your life,
your name,
your beauty,
and your voice,
means no more,
than the grave you belong
Hush and quite,
were you,
as a demon,
live so far,
in red and hot flames,
of God's belly
"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America.
And to the republic for which it stands. One nation under God
With liberty and justice for all."
Some of our later founding fathers.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Submitted by Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 25, 2020
The Lord Jesus Christ spoke to me and gave me specific instructions. Number one I was to post The Pledge of Allegiance on all of my websites. Number two was to post the Lord's prayer also. My latest instruction was to post the 23rd Psalm.
The Lord's prayer
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done on
Earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts as
We forgive our debtors. And
Lead us not unto temptation.
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
And the power and the
glory forever.
by Jesus Christ!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Submitted by Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 25, 2020
Literally this, Literally that
First it whites, Now its the blacks
It started with a dream
Turned into a horror movie
Diluted in Arms
Websites unreformed
To date based on race
jungle fever a disgrace
Biracial children
With the prettiest face
All in the name
Of pointing fingers and blame
How it started
History remains
Of diluted minds
A game of exchange
What is the problem
With ignorance they explain
The cycle continues
A story of shame
Written by Gail DeBole
Updated on April 11, 2017
A coupon clipper named Carla
Has a pile of coupons in her parla'.
She clips more each week,
Treats each like an antique,
And guards them against any burgla'.
Note: Illustrated in Coloring within the Limericks available on Amazon.com and other retail websites.
Written by Gail DeBole
Zelma Zotz's new year's contribution
Is to think of a definite solution
To avoid making a plan
(which she really can't stand)
For yet another new year's resolution!
Note: Illustrated in Coloring within the Limericks available on Amazon.com and other retail websites.
Gail's Note: You can find some historical information about the history of the new year's resolution at http://www.examiner.com/article/history-of-new-year-s-resolutions.
Written by Gail DeBole on May 18, 2009
There once was a fella named Murray
Who lived his life in a flurry.
When the grim reaper stopped by
Murry refused to die
Saying, "I have a
Meeting at 10:30."
Note: Illustrated in Coloring within the Limericks available on Amazon.com and other retail websites.
Written by Gail DeBole on February 4, 2013
A man with the name of Feng Shui
Arranged his life in a Qi-loving way.
Full of sweet harmony,
And life planned to a “T”,
Bad Karma didn’t “stand” in his way!
Note: Illustrated in Coloring within in the Limericks available on Amazon.com and other retail websites.
Written by Gail DeBole
Phillip Buster could fluster a room -
Full of men whose anger ballooned
When came his turn to speak,
Congress snored for a week,
All dreaming he'd peter out soon.
Note: Illustrated in Coloring within the Limericks available on Amazon.com and other retail websites.
Gail's note: Filibuster - Type of parliamentary procedure.
Right of the individual to extend debate allowing the lone
member to delay or prevent a vote on a proposal. -Wikipedia
Written by Gail DeBole
Fred Hardtselle, a salesman who died,
On his tombstone had these words inscribed:
"In a seance call me,
for a rather small fee,
I'll find out where you're going, and why!"
Note: Illustrated in Coloring within the Limericks available on Amazon.com and other retail websites.
Writers Are:
We are all the carnal
offspring of nouns and pronouns,
verbs and adverbs, conjunctions,
"INTERJECTIONS," and adjectives;
with the occasional preposition
thrown in there for good measure.
When feeling naked we clothe
ourselves in form, meter,
syntax, grammar, and style.
Fortunately, we do have the DNA
of the nine muses on our side.
So,to quote a famous movie star,
"I've got that going for me!"
Addendum:
I went searching online for
writing journals which accept poetry
for publication or posting.
I saw on one of the journal websites
which accept poetry submissions
that they were only interested
in poetry which is "intellectually provocative!"
So, while the Muse was upon me, I
stripped naked, sat down, and wrote
what I thought was a damned fine
piece of free verse. They have yet to
respond to my submission!