Best Wednesday Poems
I awoke early that morning as Venus is fading from dawn's sky.
Watching sun rays skate upon the mirror of ripples,gently flowing by.
On the deck of a Princess ship, suspended between the Heaven and the sea.
The mirage of a double Sunrise,as the sun shone upon itself and me.
Today is the day I say "I DO", take thee as my Wife: for the Eons of Eternity.
Bible in hand, the captain stands in Dress Whites, as does his loyal crew.
Arm and arm with daddy,as he gives her unto me; to start a life of Love anew.
Her emerald eyes try hiding behind a transparent Pure White vail; only to fail
Her auburn hair is dancing below her shapely hips: I long to kiss her Rosa lips
Do YOU take this woman"Lenore Ellen Adams" as Your Always and Forever Wife.
I Do echos across the Caribbean Sea. I Do reverberates in the bright Blue sky. "I DO"
Inspired by Dan Kearley's Contest :"One Of Your Greatest Days
Dedicated in Loving Memory of "My LIFE, My LOVE, My FOREVER, MY WIFE
"Lenore Ellen (Adams) Johnson - Nov. 4, 1951 - August 25, 1971
Wednesday's Child
seeds sown in the womb of a barren field
despite repeated failure
hope is the last to die
following heartache, realization
blessed with an alternative:
the gift of adoption
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A Kimo Theraphy Contest
Hosted by Carol Connell
© 29th July 2018
Ash Wednesday
Ash Wednesday, the day to confess and repent
As we enter the solemn season of Lent
The ashes remind us that "Dust thou art"
And one day from this world we will depart.
Worldwide, the faithful honor this tradition
With devotional hearts and sincere contrition
But, sadly, some people are not so disposed
To "Love thy neighbor" their hearts are closed.
Thus, the Russian leader is attacking Ukraine
Causing destruction and inflicting pain
Amidst the bombings and rocket flashes
Businesses and dwellings are reduced to ashes.
Today sacred ashes we wear on our forehead
But whose soul will bear the ashes of the dead?
The guilt of this burden to the tyrant is given
In the eternity to come can he ever be shriven?
Molly Moore
Wednesday is a happy day
Or so they say
Or so they say
So those of you who may:
Come out to play
Come out to play
We take a painful thing and smile
And hope that sorrow for a while
Will stay away
Will keep at bay
Although it's raining wild outside
And you may feel the need to hide
Don't give in, yell YAY
What a wonderful day!
Wednesday is a happy day
Or so they say
Or so they say
So those of you who may:
Come out to play
Come out to play
Wer'e with two, but join who can
Woman, child, or even man
Don't keep your day grey
Dance, swoon and sway
Sheriff's order so obey
Or you will be my next prey
Dance the gloom away
Write the dark away
Wednesday is a happy day
Or so they say
Or so they say
So those of you who may:
Come out to play
Come out to play
***
March 7, 2017
© Darren White
Ashes of humanity
Scattered and lingered in hearts of purity
Hallowed and spirited within the psyche of infinity
Weaving with man's joy and sorrows
Entwined with lattices of honey yellows
Drifting in clouds of human form
Numeric and linguistic crypts of cuneiform
Endearing are thoughts and words, not jive
Sprinkled ashes etched on books of archive
Doors that opened to human interest
All come alive in ashes, blots and dearest
Your ash is the strength, honor of the fittest
Seven savvy sirens
formed a formidable fraternity
of pure-passion purpose
for female fatales.
Murder-minded maids
promised patient pursuit
of tattered, tortured truth
while warily watching
crafty crook’s clever con.
But, bested and busted,
dames drink dark despair
like lambs laid lame
in trickster's tensile trap.
Major misery must have been mounting on Monday.
The traffic jam miraculously DIDN'T end until terrific Tuesday.
The traffic at 4pm was winding way westward which was way
More than what we wished was wishful thinking.
Well it was a colorful and confusing week.
All the while we were planning to pulverize the players
Pitilessly with BALLOONS filled with punishing cold water.
Wow Wednesday wasn't way off.
Meanwhile we were wishing it was Wednesday while we
Wrenched each others woes.
Finally that night we played planned and prepared.
Well we wasted our wretched wishes on the traffic jam.
All we did now was whine and whimper.
The traffic jam was dwindling.
We weathered our way to the entourage eatery.
Got our gare and resolved to BOMB some BUTT.
We took the back entrance way.
The best thing to do would be to BATTLE our way
Through the restaurant to the front entrance.
Then we placed the enemy he was made and he saw
US too. He motioned for us to return to the rare.
Soo we discussed it for 2 minutes.
He was waiting for his boys.
So we cooperated.
We went toward the rare.
BUT...
The enemy had ARRIVED.
NOW what the HOLLERING HELL!!
we knew everybody had the same thought.
WE CAN DO THIS RIGHT HERE. NOW!!
, the first guy is waving no, no.
He was afraid of flooding his job.
Everybody was ignoring him, and laughing.
The SHORT OF. IT
Best to be backed up by water bullets.
Basically bombarding your enemy.
Some of us were just a little bit BLISTERED
From the HOT car ride.
Soo many of us sort of Welcomed the bombardment.
One of us made a spinning move and a slam dunk
Like. He was playing basketball. He completely
Obliterated his opponent with a large blue water balloon.
But he caught one in the face.
Both sides were having handfuls of fun
Until the popular prolific police arrived
Saw the place was swamped
And forced my friends and i to abort the
Blundered mission running pass the
Pensive police down the narrow path.
That was a WORTH WHILE WEDNESDAY.
Finally went to church today-Ash Wednesday
I went for company, communion and to pray
Liked the new people, what priest had to say
I really felt like I was forgiven for sins today
It used to be only God, hard to get Jesus into
My life and prayers, now it's bound like sinew
For money owed, no longer feel a need to sue
All's forgiven. Still talk to Bruce and sister Sue
Everytime attend church, learn something new
Everyday I pray alone, today was I born anew
I will go again, really enjoyed myself, the brew
Was wine in a silver cup with bread pieces new
Dipped into the wine and eaten with the others
Fellowship in God's love with sisters & brothers
Told female priest - many fathers and mothers
Baptized/confirmed Episcopalian and my mother
Sang in her Episcopal church, so sweet a voice
Larry dropped me off/picked me up, his choice
No singing, just prayer and sermon - REJOICE
When Jesus so returns - Will I hear his voice?
As I do every night, I will pray for redemption
I believe it will be later in the souls convention
I will see my beloved brother, parents, baby
I will go to Heaven all around us, just maybe
Nothing important happened today,
according to an omission
in the local newspaper Metro page
The death of my best friend ... my husband,
this sad story of injustice was missing
Such a horrible ghetto tragedy
wasn’t worth one drop of black ink
A bucket of widow tears,
and a heavy casket of stolen years
ain’t much to write about
Their light compassion darkly color my thoughts
The coroner said specifically more,
though the jargon was impersonal and technical:
Six bullets ... cranial hemorrhage,
two collapsed lungs ... four broken ribs
And a beautiful face unrecognizable
from a brutal beating
My loving spouse was last seen getting stopped
by two police squad cars
Handcuffed and whisked away,
my beloved took a cold visit to the morgue
later that day
Nothing out of the ordinary happened
is what the police arrest report said:
Belligerent attitude ... refused to eat his food,
got violent when questioned ... didn’t follow any of the rules
The dry report clinically concluded:
Suspect resisted in the interrogation room,
and reached for an officer’s weapon
Fear for a lawman’s life
obviously was priority number one
Deadly force was justified, so they say
But, what about the beatings before the discharge of the gun?
Oh, all of the accused officers
got a medal pinned on their professional life
The judge tossed the lawsuit out ... said it was simply
the vengeful rantings of a grief-stricken wife
My meek, mild-mannered man
was slanderously portrayed
as a drug addict who went berserk
Truth be told with a graffiti spray can;
pure honesty sackcloth arrayed,
he died going on his way to work
Nothing too important happened today,
just another ghetto funeral parade
Nothing that important happened today;
truth got covered up and buried,
as the arbiters of justice looked the other way
Nothing too important happened today,
only black shrouded pain on public display
Mental distress note to self:
My personal tragedy occurred on a Wednesday
A day of prayer and fasting
To show the Lord our love is everlasting
We promise to sacrifice a luxury or a pleasure during Lent
It is forty days well spent
We will not partake in what we sacrifice until Eastertide
Hold on, we are in for a ride
From burning palm branches from the previous Palm Sunday
We repent and pray
With a cross on our forehead
As the Bible has aforesaid
Used as an external sign of repentance
And our hope for heaven admittance
Now comes the true test
Are you ready for the rest?
This is not a time to sacrifice something easy
For that would be meaningless and sleazy
Lent is meant to show God we repent our sins
For this is where forgiveness begins
If you are a smoker, give up smoking
Be thought provoking
If your pleasure is alcohol
Make sure you get a round before last call
Fasting is commonplace on various days of Lent
And should not be bent
For it symbolizes Jesus’ fasting in the wild before spreading His gospel
This includes many religions but one is not Pentecostal
Roman Catholics also abstain from meat
Vegetarians will surely not cheat
Do not get ashes from an urn
Remember that you are dust, and unto dust you shall return
I have a cotton feeling
At the base of my head
It causes my sorit to reeling
With the thoughts of bed.
I recollect the dark nights, worst nights, worst days, Dem nights, black Wednesday,
My happiness that nightfall was the worst and last case I would love not to recollect,
Damn! I couldn’t kip! I couldn’t have those fantasy dreams of Mars either!
That wasn’t what I wanted or wished for neither hoped for,
Damn! I was feeble, moist, and above all, agony,
That’s when! I needed Princess #8ryan’z fingers, to fill the gaps in between mine, I got none,
That’s when! I needed soft words which shouldn’t have broken my bones, I got a few,
That’s when! I needed Orisons, I got many reaching through to the end of my eyes,
With all that, still I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, couldn’t do a thing on black Wednesday,
But Hey! My life was already surrounded by good wines that gave me wide hope,
And later on, the next nightfall, I flourished in wander land,
Now, that I don’t want to talk about it,
Ama do some changes ‘Cause black Wednesday has been set free as a marked mural.
In Memory of Aunt Auke
© T.m.T.s
For a while i'll be away
I will be back, I promise
But for a bit I need to stay
In hospital, I will miss
You all, so just be there!
I know, I am complaining
But I'm just this little guy
With lots of love and caring
Who hates to say goodbye
So please, take a chair!
Read me your best poetry
Sing me your best song
Before you know it you will see
Me write with you and sing along
Here I come! Beware!
***
February 7, 2017
I regarded us on Tuesday, after finding Monet in the closet, and thought our lives
resembled institutions, I thought I'd tack that painting right above the fireplace, I
imagined we'd laugh...
He took ten minutes to figure it out, he took fifteen to tell me, he took three minutes
more to kiss my lips and I told him he was seven minutes late, so he glanced to the clock
that raced tomorrow above my head and told me that late was better than never as he
grabbed tomorrow right out of my hair...
This tangled me, you see, and I gasped for air as my thighs fell apart, it seemed to be
distinctly him as he swirled into me, and I lost the definition of myself shortly after
Wednesday rose, and we smeared Van Gogh all over the walls as my screams became edible and
he licked his lips as I sighed his name, he removed the fabric that kept me warm, he wrote
forever with his tongue and I thought, better forever than gone, right before I dissolved
into nowhere....
I think my hand prints were distorted and I searched his chest for some resemblance of
sanity, but I only found myself in the swirls of moonlight that ventured in through the
window we tried to block...
he had told me of blankets years ago and I wished they would cover me when December came,
but I haven't seen December yet though I've watched snow fall and settle on his eyelashes,
I've studied the melting of time when he blinks...
“You have the most beautiful eyes in the world,” I informed him, minutes after the night
solidified herself and I realized we were tired.
“No, I don't,” he replied, in a tone that sunk beneath Tuesday, and offered me the calm of
Monet...
“You do,” he whispered, and I could hear that smile and the echoes of his eyes closing, I
could hear myself enter his dreams as I watched my hair flow abstractly through the weeks
he remembered, and sometime before I fell asleep, thinking about St. Petersburg when the
visions that dance underneath my eyelids resemble the imagination of Salvador Dali, he
told me he loved me...
right on time.
confronted with the truth
I scurried in my ashes
searching for reasons
reasons I was spared
light came slowly
beckoning my soul
"walk with me" He said
"I'll tell you a story-
I hope you have time
your remaining life
it will take to tell"
listening each day
wonders await me
pictures seem fuzzy
then slowly reveal
His path filled with glory!
and beckoning
still