“Beacon”
by Positive Mark
You’re a beacon, calling to me from a sea of pitch blackness.
Shine a bit brighter, please,
and bring me on home.
Dance me slow...thrill me on moonlit flights
Graced by warmth, heart's fondness delights!
Yogi Bear to me is as close as family
Out in the backroads of my youth
Grew with me through the years
I’ll always have that soft spot in my heart
How does it feel?
It's hard to tell
Sad when I pause
Taking moments to dwell
It's the pearl that is lost
It's the half-empty shell
It's the un-told story
It's the water-less well
How does it feel?
Deep emotion stirs
Where the long goodbye
Has now lifted it's curse
And the shadowy valley
At last is traversed
So the heavenly moonlight
Guides the soul, now immersed
To the traveller's rest
Angel bells welcome in
As adventure concludes
Ending all earthly din
Yet, we cheer and we shout
For a presence so full
Not a moment's regret
Nothing mundane or dull
The poet and lover
Of life and it's pasture
Your memory rich
While you journey to rapture
Though a vacancy sign
Is erected below you
As we move to conclude
Let our words rise to show you..
This love legacy, bright
It will sparkle forever
For you taught us of hope
As you bound us together
It's a beautiful tether
That will never be broken
Your legacy, strong
And of you, highly spoken
As our eyes may be teary
As these words are no measure
For the gold in our hearts
Is your love's lasting treasure
Written 23 November 2023
Divorce Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
Divorce
Day in day out I reel with deep despair
Imagining how my children will fare
Visibly without motherly fondness
Other than just fatherly tenderness;
Rather than musing on the deadly mess
Cautious I am to scan my stoic side
Envisaging how pains to cast aside.
Further than wine meat,...
i prefer your kiss fondness.
most than cheese fondue
My feelings were the footprints,
On the lonely shore of your life,
Roaring waves erased my imprints.
In quest of them, I was left to strive.
You seemed to be a lost rover,
Among the scary woods, too dark,
I ran to save you and take over,
Bumped into rock, I got a painful mark.
In zeal of my flourishing emotions,
I hastily forgot to speculate and think,
Dedications didn't match your notions,
And I rushed towards you in a blink.
With you, I thought I had eons to go,
When about to believe, fate said no.
You are
the dog-eared pages
of a favorite book
I want to read again.
You are
the scented boughs
of the magnolia tree
in a hidden glen.
You are
the soft warming rain
on a summer night
that falls upon the ground.
You are
the song of a lovebird
singing in the dark
oh, the lovely sound!
You are
the lovely goddess
in a mythic tale
making everything right.
You are
the sweet in a recipe
filling me with happiness
grateful for you tonight.
(click the pic for a preview of my upcoming book!)
a languid tour of vintage cafes marks
the deep scent of robusta coffee and omelet...
hand in hand, an old couple recalls a first rendezvous
near this boulevard fifty years back
where dewy ferns and candles enliven drizzles,
so silky in a glint of bus lights reflecting
the same tranquility of this waning night...
and yet, the crystal mist floats on mantle
of air clutching lightly varnished gloves,
petal-shaped--embracing not the showers of life
on snapshots rendering brushes of kisses ...
but of fingers hugging fondness so kind, so kind
in the near twilight’s walk when remains
of age, of worn-out gloves ..take a fateful chance.
A Craigh Cornish Contest: Hugs
6/10/2020
A-crostic
N-obility
N-icely
E-mploys
K-indness
A-s
T-he
E-xcellent
L-ine
Y-ields
N-otable
F-ondness
E-xpressing
N-atural
I-mpressive
S-weetness
Topic: Meeting (April 27,2019)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
What I need from you:
Is thought -
Not hate -
Not longing -
Certainly not forgetting.
Just think of me
And remember
The days
When we used to roam free
And drive fast
With no regard
Or fear
For the future.
A lady named Rosie liked posies,
They always smelled good to folks' nose-ies.
She filled up her house
til one day her spouse
said Rosie's dang posies must go-sies.
my days are filled
with thoughts of you
reminders
of your smile
remembrances
of your voice
they echo in my head
and in my heart
the memories
of your laughter
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
L-ove brings tenderness
T-o the man's mind, heart, and soul,
O-nce it is given.
Top ic: Birthday of Lara T. Oquindo (March 9)
Form: Acrostic Haiku
No way is left untried, now
what a devotee is to do
to prove the depth
of his devotion to you.
No more bearable is
to carry the thought
of having been so thrown
in the lap of luckless lot.
So much apologetic he feels
for his words and action,
wholly left disheartened
at your insolent reaction.
A foolish fondness of the fool
has turned into devotion.
He ceaselessly worships you,
so sincere is his adoration.
You have cut him mercilessly
off from all your friendly ways.
Look, how dejectedly living
in solitude, he passes his days.
Your constant indifference
ceases not to hurt his heart
that has yet to learn to lead
life from his lively life to part.
He admits his mistakes
for which he does pine.
Remember, to err is human
and, to forgive, is divine.
So much sensitive in nature
you are, so much kind,
your loving looks give solace
to the disturbed mind.
Come out of silence
to shake his levity,
with a touch of wisdom
fill him with maturity.
Spare the blunders he made
that must, in no way, be done
and accept the devotion of
your devotee, your dear one.
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