FOREVERMORE
A brilliant stone
She shone
Just beyond the shore
More perfect pure
And precious
Than any seen before
Leave her be
The cold sea plea
For I have many more
Leave her sleep
The sands grow deep
Another's hand
Not yours
Lose your dreams
Of precious things
Love will not afford
At your feet
The stones there weep
And lie
Forevermore
ADDENDUM
The Sun and tide
Has stole their lure
Like you
They dreamed
Beyond their reach
And all were swept aside
They breached the shore
Too soon to find
How so many tried
And now
Upon the beach
Like you
They forever lie
she said if you tell me about it
there's a chance i may well forget it
but if you involve me
i most likely will become part of it
and whatever the endeavor
we will most likely see it to fruition
and in one stroke she eliminated Cupid
in one suggestion, she moved into my life
here i sit alone on our park bench
where i used to read her poems
some from the masters
occasionally one from my quill
lost in the sweet remembrances of years
where we stood at the helm together
sails full, in a course set for fruition
alone, yet never alone
where i wait in God's grace
for the veil to drop
and like Lucy waiting for Captain Gregg
her hand to take me from this bench
walk me out of this park
into the forevermore of the fruition we are
Oregon 8/28/26
Forevermore... I am grateful as triumph reigns over distress
since my heart has overcome bouts of depression-duress
conquering frustration angsts that oppress
midst prevailing hope, serving as steadfast fortress.
With support system anchoring me with cheer
blissful quietude has defied attacking fear
driving my commitment with hope-filled gear
forevermore... toward bouncing up and moving on, indeed very clear.
Though skeptical to vanquish lurking gloom
forevermore... my faith has chosen victory over mockery of doom
not willing to face early death along inviting tomb
believing that hope offers peace ever since I was in my Mom's womb.
Now that I am in the ministry of reaching-out
my spirit thanks the Divine Source of hope, without any doubt
forevermore... allowing thanksgiving to prevail for miracles against unbelief-clout
joyfully keeping on, encouraging others with "We can do it!" shout.
*Psalm 89:52 Blessed be the LORD for evermore. Amen, and Amen.
June 21, 2026
3rd place, "2026-06-14 Forevermore" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/22/2026
“ My son is now fourteen, and from the moment he was born, I understood that forevermore my heart would be walking around outside my body.”
Dani Shapiro
His first room was inside my womb
Tiny feet kicking strong night and day
Breastfed him and he quickly blooms
Into an independent soul by grace
Watching him mature is a great cure
For anyone questioning life goals
Children are a blessing uniquely pure
Teaching you as you learn guide soul
He may be a man of thirty years dear
Still my child so proud to be his mother
No longer a minor with a future clear
Heart of love for him like no other
I await his children and I pray
They know me as a fun grandma
Look upon sweet faces night or day
Bequest love in heart that gives pause
Heart embraces unconditional truth
Forevermore love is anointed in you
It was created hundreds of years ago
although not on any map, yet not all know
of this pristine and unsoiled vivid venue
in spectral hues of fuchsia and raspberry art,
with compliments of evergreen, ever seen
under a dramatic sky of coral pink, sinks the heart
above, a celestial choir of sparkling stars
below, the steps of cobbled stone that steer
A generous garden filled with philodendron,
sewn are seeds grown in faculties of pure illume
wild floral essence sings sublime symphonies
No thorns that prick, no petals torn with pain,
they spark blissful emotions in her soulful eyes
She is in her seventh heaven, magenta fields,
moonlight conquers soulless shadows,
tepid air crystal calm is ever clear
tortious tears never flow as a sign of nobility
nor the elements be manipulated
Storms linger still, their spiral peaceful
where there are no scars, symbols of survival
from sins felt deeply by her descendants
nor nothing to conform against her will
yet not vulnerable, not evermore
For every June she visits the garden of Gemini
she is over the moon, in her forevermore
The head learns new things, but the heart forever practices old experiences. - Henry Ward Beeecher.
He was madly in love with her.
Forevermore was a real promise,
It was not for a few days
But rather forever and forevermore.
They met one Saturday morn.
She was sitting on a bench
In front of one of several cottages.
She adored the shade.
All around a wisteria climbed the walls
Purple flowers adorned the site.
“Don’t touch the seeds or pods, my friend.”
He advised the beauty sitting in the shade.
“Wisteria can cause irritation.”
They soon became acquainted
And went for walks across the cobbled paths.
They picked wild flowers and held hands.
After work, they always met
For a tasty dinner in the Wisteria Cottage.
It was a habit they acquired forevermore.
Soon it was wedding bells for them.
They vowed love, hope, and patience forevermore.
Placed 1
“A true friendship is a lifetime treasure” – Quote by Poet
Looking at the perennially full valley of river,
its ebullient water not stopping to flow ever,
I remembered the age-old adage,
a reality, the true friends are forever.
Ages ago on a summer dusk we had met
on the river front, the sun was sinking to set,
I saw trust glisten in colors in your intense eyes,
knew, its lasting hues our friendship would get.
Way out of distress in dark times I couldn’t find,
I found you like my second shadow right behind,
your supporting hands strongly clasping mine,
guided me to light, I followed you like a blind.
The sky fell, I was buried in the ruins of sorrow,
how to rise from debris of destiny I didn’t know.
You came to my wreck fleeting like a butterfly,
I learned to fly on wings of hope I could then grow.
The full moon made sequined stream for me to adore,
and I felt the ecstasy of life flow through my heart's core.
We swam together till dulcet dawn under starry sky,
knew, you’d be by my side, in my mind, forevermore.
There is no beauty in a frown, never let your smile turn upside down.
Quote by poet
* *
Imagine today as forevermore
Make the day better than ever before
Wear your best smile and dress up to the nines
Say “I love you” more than a thousand times.
Give thanks to the one who gave us the day
He who created us and gave freeway
Free to live life to the full and enjoy
Wonders that no one could ever destroy.
Dance to the music of the birds and bees
Feel the softness of a summertime breeze
Sing loud allowing your heart to inspire
Others to join in, a celestial choir.
Do something that you’ve always wished to do
Inciting your wildest dream to come true.
Contact family members and closest friend
Make a forevermore day, without end.
* * *
“I thought that spring must last forevermore, for I
was young and loved, and it was May.” Vera Brittain
Oh, springtime of my life, if only I
had taken time to revel more in it -
absorb its colors like a butterfly;
consume it like a big banana split.
For nothing can compare to one’s spring days -
with everything so fresh; romance so sweet.
Such memories that in mind still blaze!
If only I had known life was so fleet.
If I could go back to those days of May,
reliving them without the least unease
no matter if the skies were clear or gray,
I’d ride each hour – a bird upon a breeze!
Good health, the thrills, and all that I adore
from youth I yearn to keep forevermore.
Today I am so glad to be alive
Give thanks; that I have made it through the night.
Against the odds again I will survive
To take you on, I won't give up the fight.
You thought you would just take away my sight
And of my very life you would deprive,
But I won't let you claim me, try you might
Today I am so glad to be alive.
And I am making plans to help me thrive
Because I have awoken with insight,
My strength and courage I will now revive
Give thanks; that I have made it through the night.
A brand-new day with hope my future's bright
This fear of death; I'll let my mind archive
Just reach into my soul with all my might
Against the odds again I will survive.
For never more my doubts I'll let contrive
To bring me down or shudder at your sight.
These demons from within, away I'll drive
To take you on, I won't give up the fight.
And therefore, take my pen so I can write
Forever on and upwards shall I strive.
Just trust that everything will be alright,
And greet each morning, when I do arrive
Today I am so glad to be alive.
Once. we trailed a lush forest
Of sweet desire and fiery embraces -
Where writings of eternity strayed
And a riot of fireflies
were circling
Right under a golden narra tree.
Twilight carried us, high up
a Manila moon,
Casting its glint ...we were eternal as time
Throttling off with endless schemes --
One by one, the petals bathed us
With a dewy scent of affection...
Until pile of leaves caught
Our laughter snuffed by thieving winds--
And you fell on a mantle of reeds
Chilled freezing from
a final sense of unknowing :
I remember... that was two decades ago
When all the flowers bowed
As You and I parted as pale shadows,
When love's vow of forever
melted like trickles of clay...
2026-06-14 Forever more poetry contest sponsored by Constance La France
So many questions about life's core
So many perspectives to reveal this ideal forevermore
What may come and what once went before
Much intrigue surrounds this concept forevermore
My soul will it be forevermore?
Full of earthly lessons learnt and kept in store
I walk alone along a seaside sandy shore
The sun the moon the stars will they also be here forevermore?
I postulate reincarnation many times an encore
Will this cycle be continued ongoing forevermore?
Past lives? No memories can I yet restore
In my next lives will I be a man forevermore?
All that's arcane I am kept in so much awe
when will it be revealed what might be forevermore?
I'll leave the answers to God, He will know the score
So much wisdom it seems like He's been here forevermore
Appointed for unity, mercy’s endeavor
acceptance of Christ’s offer at Calvary’s door.
A people with purpose, and a promise, post-war
ask for His blessing - life forevermore.
Bless-ed peace, love and joy like a prayer's lever,
boast not of pride, nor of self, nor of servile chore;
but rather praise freedom to let God’s Spirit soar!
Believers convicted forevermore.
Confession to God, all wrongdoing to sever,
courage to forsake sin, forgiveness we explore.
Consequences acknowledged, humbled in ardor,
commissioned by God forevermore.
Doomsday for others whose decisions have never
dawned upon the grace of God to settle sin’s score.
Devil’s advocates – determined to serve his corps
defer to dues of death forevermore.
Written: June 18, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Constance La France
Quote: "The brain discovers, but emotions replicate past occurrences forevermore." By Poet
I glide amid suspense as the air grows dense.
Through amber fractures that scrape the fence,
Still blazed for the thrill your shadows wore—
The anchored verdict, of evermore.
A silted shard of time daze,
A wire-mesh mirror that grate and glaze,
It scrapes the shell where the marrow tore—
A signal throbbing evermore.
Through gullies choked with a sullen scent,
Through spans of gloom where lumber's bend,
Your strobes ignite on the slatted floor—
A sizzling earth expanding evermore.
You lodge inside the strained strain,
A white-hot core that no veil can drain,
The pulsing pitch, I cannot ignore—
A sinew humming evermore.
And after the casing snaps its seam
When digits fuse in a blinding beam,
This vacuum slams on a rock-bound shore—
The engine stilled in evermore.
Though metal cools in the still space.
The spirit-volt is gone, without a trace.
A hissing heat on rusty shore—
the agony intensified, evermore
Forevermore: is there such a place
does it perhaps exist on a star,
or, lost in clouds of lavender lace,
a secret saved inside a glass jar,
memories from a time very far
Forever more is in childhood’s tales
There it flies on a butterfly’s wings
It’s never found amid windy gales
but always found in castles of kings
And is in the notes a mermaid sings
Forevermore is the promise made
when love lifts those to walk on clouds
and dance midst colors of silver shade
Where only loveliness is allowed
and happiness is ever endowed.
I will find you in forevermore
We’ll wander through lilac-edged skies
On a bird’s wing, we’ll fly high before
sending whispers in crimson disguise
to golden rays in morning’s sunrise.
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