If I gave up sugar
would I crave more salt?
Filling up my diet with potato chips and French fries?
If I gave up sugar
would the enamel grow back on my teeth
Would my missing teeth grow back?
If I gave up sugar
would I lose weight and feel healthy?
Would I still be me?
I daresay I will never know
Billowy storm clouds turn to skies of azure blue
Agonizing pain fades when its days are through
The trek of life has its many ups and downs
Its seasons of smiles, its times of frowns
We hope more joy and gladness are recorded
Than all the heartache and sadness that’s reported
Yet troubles and trials are given that we might know
That adversities strengthen; crises help us grow
If all the joys were placed in a basket of cane
And all the pains put in another of the same
Then both are put on a balance scale at life’s end
Would they equalize or which one would ascend
Perhaps, it is just a matter of how one views life
Joys are difficult to evaluate amid strife
And pain often accompanies times of celebration
These tensions are oft together whatever the occasion
Daresay, it is not whether these tensions exist or not
Inner feelings of ecstasy or agony play their part
It’s how we handle and ascertain life’s various scripts
Life’s many ups and downs, its differential treatments
To the one who sat here so very long ago
Rooted, I daresay, with so many things to sow
Your needlework is etched upon the faded fabric
Where the story you convey, is interwoven magic
Between the struts and arched divide
Your back you laid, with a family by your side
Each picture on this chair depicts a child you had
And a smiling husband that made you feel so glad
As years move on and life succumbs to change
No longer babes, they're all grown up and in the adult stage
When ceased your work and time you have
To craft upon the chair, those pictures sewn with love
Baby's boots upon the pins, a granny you'll be soon
A time to dress those tiny feet, count toes and really croon
But happiness and loss will at times go hand in hand
Those tears of joy are certain to make the grief disband
You sit and stitch upon this chair, your work so fair and neat
Now the story on this fabric is ended and complete
I wonder at this chair I bought, to see myself sit there
Content with thread and needle, affixed to this old chair
Beneath thy eyes lay a sweet loving soul;
To it, the weak and strong of hearts attract;
A queen thou art seeking not finest gold,
But for gold hearts thou seem to stage an act.
Whereon thy lips, strawberry sweets reside,
That weary thoughts, its taste might all dismiss;
For days on end, thy lips have yearned in pride...
...For golden hearts they yearn to kiss with bliss.
Thy beauty lures even the blind of sight,
For thou art fairer than the Queens on Earth;
And thy treasure, a golden hearts' delight...
...Thy treasured love, of more delight than wealth;
And if my words to thee have love impart,
Daresay I'm deemed a man of golden heart.
Behold, in life’s self-portrait I daresay
how youth and beauty alas fade away.
But as my time so increase
I will paint my masterpiece
and not a picture of Dorian Gray!
Written: November 2015
I
The hands Carmelo's genes shaped
Are somewhat lighter, her heart sadder
Carmelo Ricci left a world of pandemics
On January 17, 2022; heaven is happier
II
If a dad can raise a caring, hand-some lass
Who is among those who love hard, not loud:
The same who almost alone cares for Mama
Carmelo and Marie have done God proud
NOTE: GODSPEED TO CARMELO RICCI, LISA RICCIS DAD. I AM GLAD-SAD for my friend, and I daresay, Victor Buhagiar's P.S. pal, too.
Lives in every heart
A sense of longing musical
For an angelic love divine -
To love, be loved; in harmony
With inner feelings and senses -
Which tuned in unison
With that of its partner
In a landscape humanized
Where melodies sung ensemble
Are in precision flawless and selfless,
Where kindness and forgiveness
Are the seeds sown
And where the spring of love eternal
Has a reap magical
Every instant of their destiny shared
And lived in serenity embraced,
Daresay, till death does them part.
'Tis not long, but the very next day,
away from us stealing what moments we may;
yet I already feel the ghost of your lips
upon my waiting neck, on each of their many trips.
A visit to a favorite friend with no strings,
become a stage for the joy that flesh brings;
at once long-awaited and a wondrous surprise,
to hear your delighted cries and contented sighs.
A hand on mine, the other trailing soft fingers,
you left a tingling on my back that yet lingers;
a bite here, a scratch there, a kiss elsewhere,
and I was freely lost in desire's tight snare.
We varied between laughing at each other's jests,
and gasping at each other's sensual, deft quests;
my blood rises as I write, recalling your caress,
your amative gaze as we felt each other effloresce.
A more enrapt and passionate amour I cannot remember,
and I daresay I long to once again tend this ember;
soon I would replace this echo of your taste
with my grip once again adorning your waist.
Our ancestors… though they lived,
Their lives had a closed curtain, leading to the greatest of all mysteries:
The universe itself.
No one really saw it, and even if they did,
No one had courage to explore that sealed universe.
Yet one man, a name unknown,
Plucked up his courage to open that barrier and see through.
Though only little, only a speck,
He took out a chain… linking us to our past, and us to the future.
So, all mankind stepped forward,
Pouring their sweat to open up that curtain.
Though their names are endless, we know a few:
Those who dared to use the unlocked part of the secret,
And plunge deeper, in.
Newton, Faraday, Einstein, Rutherford, Harvey, and more…
Those whose names we celebrate.
Those who found the metabolisms of life,
The chemistry behind it, and the physics of space-time.
No one really knows how large the secret universe is.
Nor we know how much has been discovered.
The whole universe we live in… a great secret.
But I daresay that we’ve voyaged a great deal, though it does not seem so.
And that to find the meaning of a secret, is to plunge deeper still.
I miss your light, my fragile star,
And now 'I wonder where you are!'
Twelve years and more you graced my land,
Your flickering's my place to stand!
Though I daresay your light's enough
That I thank God when life gets tough.
Most precious stars have lifetime too
And there's explosion when they're thru,
They've price to pay but brightly shine,
And can't be bought, mere valentine!
One brought the news that Christ was due,
Before (like us), it faded too,
Remember, though all poets die,
'Immortals twinkle' in God's eye,
We've all a purpose in His rhyme,
Our service gets revealed in time,
Save me a place if you're there first,
Reform the fear that life is cursed!
Long Tooth,
June 5, 2018
What in life do you perceive?
What thoughts do you conceive?
The beauty around, you gladly receive!
With falsehoods; always seek reprieve.
Let no one or anything try to deceive!
Follow your own heart.
Your own calling...
Just believe!
You are wonderful,
you are strong.
Your happiness; a glorious song!
You are determined to prove everyone wrong.
Let them see what you are.
Let them discover you are the star.
That shines brightly the path they must travel
to become tenacious and resilient,
breaking the shackles!
Being able to succeed...
in this reality!
This goal I daresay;
you did achieve!
~mp
This is a poem I wrote this morning. After having a conversation with higher powers above, I felt inspired to write these words. I asked you the reader, to let me know how you felt or feel after reading this poem and please leave a comment. Thank you very much.
When the vital element(earth) I live on looks parched and dry
anxiously I gaze upwards for precipitation to come from sky,
thanking the rainfall that invigorates all life and living
eloquently I praise thee as in hydration you retain my being,
requisite Life element, I daresay, you help my heart beat running.
it must be crystallization of a great thought that made you, you take any form,
shape and space, supporting all life forms you retain every race in norm.
God may seem impermeable or inaccessible to
ordinary souls like me but I see you as my flowing visible
deity that cleanses my soul and quench’s my thirsty body.
2-April-2016
Elements Part 3: WATER - Poetry Contest
Included these 6 words in the poem as per the contest 1) HYDRATION (2) REQUISITE (3) PRECIPITATION (4) IMPERMEABLE (5) INVIGORATE (6) CRYSTALLIZATION.
Sponsored by: Brian Davey
Emptiness
(Childrens song / lyrics and music by Joan Donnelly Ellis )
When a thing is empty it is not much good at all
.
What good is a baseball diamond with neither bat nor ball?
What worth a hat without a head? A house without some folk?
How foolish a shell with no egg white or yellow yolk?
Can you find any use for a well without water,
Or a quill that has no ink ...Well
What good is a hockey arena with no skating rink.
Can you explain the purpose of a book void of pictures and word?
How unfun a bell without a ringer? Seems to me absurd.
How dull Summer without rainfall and sunshine, Winter without snow?
Would a tree be lonely with neither squirrels nor birds that caw like the crow?
Fancy a yard without soft green grass to delight the barefeet
A pie shell without pie filling could hardly be called a treat.
What would you think if the sky held no sun,no moon, no color, no rain, no star?
Now I do not want to upset you but what if narry a crumb could be found in Nana's cookie jar?
How could you dance if there was no music in the radio or jukebox
The only empty thing that's worth anything and loads of fun, I daresay is an empty box.
I am so lonely
I am off my pills
I am sitting in church, listening to my father spew his message
My eyes are becoming wet
As he ages, he becomes set in his ways
I don't think he realizes the force of his harsh words
There is nothing I can say
I sit next to my mother, a healthy three feet between us
Any closer and I cringe
She stands to testify though the others before her stay seated
I do not admire it
Their fiery spirits encourage the congregation
However, they just make me feel lonely
How's college?
Do you have a boyfriend?
I am off my pills
I smile small and shake my head, eyes turning down
No, I am alone
I am alone and off my pills
I am alone, and off my pills, and I daresay I'm more in touch with my doubt than my faith right now
I drove separately and parked far from the building
I leave church by myself
It does not help, not in the least
To eat the crumb, fell from your feast
And if I were to glance behind
I daresay you would have mine
Thank you, for your words are kind
But please don't think me dumb or blind
Little give, much receive
This is your way, your life, your deed
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