Even after the voices faded
Something stayed behind
A whisper within my thirsty soul
An elegant memory that still resonates
Through the hollow rooms of my heart
Even in the busiest crowd
That quiet voice lingers
Reverberating through my mind
Like a distant bell that refuses to fade
Then I realized
It was never the voice I cherished
But the soul behind it
The one that left an echo
On my heart and mind
Is this what love is---
An echo that remains
Long after the silence begins...
This boy
My son.
I used to feel
that he never listened to me,
always going against me.
This boy
was one of my biggest problems.
The machinery inside him
was like the latest EFI system
once I took it apart,
I wouldn't know how to put it back together.
Still, I could never throw him away
a glistening, greasy chunk of meat
covered in sand.
A termite,
perhaps,
for whom I traded
my own dreams
for his future.
Then my grandson said,
Grandpa, you don't understand anything.
Look here.
Don't worry.
I'll explain it to you.
That boy—my son
even complained
that his own son
was getting on his nerves.
But my grandson
he is just like
the way I was when I was young.
I find myself
drifting along with his imagination,
wandering through
the little worlds inside his head.
And sometimes,
I even find myself amazed
at my own son
because somehow,
my grandson
is even more lovable
than his father.
"Life is a journey with both good and bad along the way." By Poet
My dad has been gone for many years,
making it time to clean out his belongings.
I remember his war stories as a young child,
they were better then reading books.
Each word would come to life,
as his stories went on and on.
Telling about his men almost starving,
and how the farmers fed and hid them.
Here in a box what did I just find?
Love letters to mom in old torn envelopes.
What is this thingamajig?
It looks like a writing pen but it will not write.
Did you know pens in those days needed to be ink filled?
Imagine that!
They filled their pens with ink before they would write.
Today we still have writing pens,
most come ink filled and ready to write,
some are disposable pens.
None will be as cherished as this old one,
knowing ink flowed over his journal and love letters.
can it be, equanimity the antidote
a life unexamined, is a life not worth living
self-absorption hears the drum of one
it an ego-driven malfunction
wrong reality rapt in silent adagio
the sponge soaks the water and cannot desiccate
your desires alone illusory, arrogance
leading to aversion, not to confuse with self-love
Oyez soliloquy! (gavel strikes) so hence
primal love you claim to defend—a chimera
Voir Dire on Love
I Am Anaya
2/21/26
Thank you, LORD, for this new day
I say to you, now as I pray
In your Word it does say
Meditate on it all the day
I meditate now as I relay
To those reading this today
Hoping they will ponder and weigh
That Jesus is King, the only way
My soul bids me here to stay
Writing words to portray
The wisdom and knowledge of His way
Never, no, never, should we betray
His voice sometimes I hear Him say
“Yes, I rejoice over you today
Singing gladly as you obey
My will delivered in glorious array
My children I come without delay
I bring my love, a colorful display
Smell the aroma from the delightful bouquet
And cherish it as it wisps away
My creation sings like the bluejay
That wistfully perches below the archway
It dares not wander nor go astray
As it sings to me, on my Birthday
Happy Birthday Jesus, I fly away
John Stasukevich
2/2/2026
The words I spoke dissolved, unheard in empty halls,
Yet echoes now gather praise where silence once did fall.
My presence was ignored, my shadow brushed aside,
Now whispers of my leaving swell with unearned pride.
The hands that never touched me lay wreaths on empty air,
Their care blooms only where I no longer dare.
I walked through nights of cold, my fire hidden deep,
They honor the traces left, the secrets I could not keep.
In life I wore my scars, unheeded, sharp and raw,
In absence they are treasures, revealed to all they saw.
The doors I knocked on closed, yet now swing wide in memory,
A cruel kind of worship awaits the heart, no longer free.
I leave, I vanish, yet they finally see,
The weight of what I carried, the cost of being me.
Cherished moments spent
With your bestest friend a sharing,
Quietly sitting side-by-side,
Thoughtfully, at simply nothing, staring,
Just shooting-the-breeze together
And for each other caring.
To be Cherished
To be treated well
To be spoken to gently
To be taken at one's word
To be heard coherently
To be seen clearly
To be cherished
To be celebrated, moles, whiskers and faults
To be worthy
To be worthwhile
Should I move planets
Should I move universe
Which one could this be...
In quiet dim corners and drawers untouched,
Lie precious things, much cherished and clutched,
These cold inanimate things, just like a friend,
Can ease our troubles, and ill feelings amend.
Each memento and much used everyday things,
Are something special, for the comfort each treasure brings.
It's not just any old clock, that's revered, it's only that one.
With its unique tick and tock, and familiar dial, homespun.
That old worn chair there, bears your weary form,
And imbues the calm balm of a massage so warm,
That mug that holds your morning brew,
Warms hands and heart with a ritual true-blue,
It's the constancy and reliability that soothes the mood,
That quells the angst of toils and trouble on which you brood.
These inanimate things are like an old friend
They're always there, when you need a mend.
They're vital parts of your essential being's foundation,
That meld your soul, heart, and spirit's conflation.
Air aided in gravel’s travel
Its ricocheting rhythm
Rhythming like the crunch
Of an ocean
The steps of someone
The left and right side
Sway as incongruent tides
Whatever winds wind up
Within an earshot, it becomes
Tapped in our orbit
Wonders of the world all around
Wondering what it will be like
To be a cherished kind of sound
In you, dear Mother, my pride resides,
No hate could ever in my heart abide.
Nine months within your loving embrace,
You nurtured me with boundless grace.
You taught me to speak, to write, to stand,
Guided me with a gentle hand.
A part of you, you gave to me,
A bond so strong, for eternity.
Today and always, I honor you,
For all you've done, for all you do.
My love for you will never fade,
In every moment, in every shade.
I am honored to be your child,
With gratitude, my heart compiled.
To the world, I proudly proclaim,
My mother, my joy, my cherished name.
The autumn that had remained monotonous-
For many decades,
Now tears and takes pieces of hearts,
Along with its old leaves, flowers,
Leaving a nostalgic scent behind.
Every preceding winter that warmed people,
Returned this year, demanding-
All the warmth that blanketed their memories,
While it left them alone, in the cold.
Spring found its way into the people’s hearts,
Up sprouted the spears of novelty,
The bright Sunlight endorsed its new season,
A season with a bittersweet sentiment indeed!
Every summer had brought people together,
This one scorched their fragile ties,
The oceans of memories faced up in doubt,
As the vapours of the past ascended in due course.
The grey skies mourned old relations,
Happy moments and sad ones too,
With every successive rain,
Trails of the memories were being dampened and erased.
A treasured trove of experiences-
Prove to be heavier as the seasons age us,
Bringing out our wistful versions,
Only for our reality, waiting to be discovered and cherished.
Cherished Angel
A cherished angel with a golden heart
Your wings spread wide apart
So sweet, kind, gentle, loving and caring
With a serene personality, so glaring
Your beauty captivates
Your mind meditates
Before I go to bed
I see visions of you
Your spirit soars like a butterfly
As we journey through paradise
With the warmth of a dove
Your heart shows pure love
In a cherished of woke visions,
our Lord Jesus Christ gently spoke,
and said, "Feed my people,"
as loaves of bread, fish, and fruit
cascaded down from His blessing hands.
A font of sustenance and love into
infinite wicker baskets.
Us reapers knelt to Him,
as the hungry of the world bowed
their heads in thanksgiving and
feasted at the Lord's endless table. ~
As I wake up every morning and look in the mirror
I thank my lucky stars I am still here
Another day of life to fulfill all my dreams
To spread joy and happiness to all my fellow human beings
Show love and respect to everyone you meet
Travelling on a bus gives someone less fortunate your seat
Be kind and thoughtful with the words you say
The feelings you create for someone may just make their day
Use your time wisely but be gracious and share
Stand up for a person being bullied and show them you care
Do your best to unite the world as one
Life needs to be cherished, nourish it and go have some fun
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