A rose as it grows has no cute little nose
Has no voice that can drive a man wild
Has no eyes to ensnare any man who looks there
Has no cheeks that might flush if he smiled
No saunter, no wiggle, no fun little giggle
No sharp and intelligent mind
No power to make any timid man wriggle
No humour, no shapely behind ;-)
No way to say yes to a white wedding dress
No way to agree to be mine
No way can a rose hold a candle to you
Though a rose can be rather divine
So a rose can coerce many men into verse
For a rose has its own beauty too
Yet a rose that you chose for your bouquet or hair
Shall take mere second billing to you
I’m sitting here wondering
how I made it through the day.
My heart aches, my eyes are swollen.
My wish to have you back is not a reality.
The stark truth is
you are never coming back.
Last Christmas, we celebrated
the whole day with you—
knocking on your door at dawn,
sharing a breakfast feast
around your table.
So much happiness and love
surrounded us
on that fateful day of 2023.
So much hope for the new year,
ending the year skating with the family.
I would have held you longer.
I would have told you I love you every second.
I would have stared into your eyes
and breathed in your aura.
I would.
I would.
I would.
But I no longer can.
Now, the world is not as bright.
A big piece of the puzzle is missing.
Your energy, your smile, your kindness—
taken for granted when you had breath.
No one can hold a candle to you.
You are a shining star,
beaming so brightly down on us.
A somber Christmas
Remembering,
and missing
YOU.
The VOW
I can't recall the day or time when I fell for you,
That precious, defining moment when I grew fond of you.
That's how much I have grown obsessed with you.
But I guess the answer lies deep inside,
In the once-empty void I call my eyes.
spend a lot of sleepless nights thinking about how all this is going to play out.
You wanna hear my vow so bad, it makes you shout.
Sadly, despite the volumes of dictionary and literature I seem to consume, I can't find words that hold a candle to you.
I can't bear the thought of anything being a fluke.
Through the bloom of spring to the harvest of autumn. All I know, today, yesterday, and tomorrow,
Is that I will love you through joy, rain, sunshine, and sorrow.
My leaves never droop and my flowers stand high
I bloom through the year as the seasons pass by
I witness the daffodils stand proud and tall
I see warmer weather put paid to them all
The alliums follow, the marigolds too
Then plants that will flower the whole summer through
Impressive by some standards, you might agree
But none of these plants hold a candle to me
The roses come close as they bloom into fall
And still here I stand as I scrutinise all
I watch as the wind brings down apples and pears
I won’t drop my leaves but I see them drop theirs
For I was put here by a man with a spade
Because it gets hot and there isn’t much shade
And all year I brighten this spot where I’m placed
I’m plastic - and there’s no accounting for taste
O Greta, dear Greta of Huskey Mountain Road,
If I loved you more, my heart would explode.
It has been a blessing to know you this year,
To watch you grow bigger and ever more dear.
I can’t hold a candle to love that is true,
A love that would die for both me and for you.
The universe expands; it never contracts;
That’s God making room for the love he enacts,
And all the small children whom He calls His own,
He calls them by name, before they have grown.
For all else is rubbish, yes, all else debris,
Compared to the knowledge that Christ’s calling me.
And so, my dear Greta, I fervently pray
The gift of salvation is coming your way.
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(a birthday card inscription on the occasion of Greta’s 2nd birthday - found in a file on the computer - she just turned 3...)
Santa Claus, a man born for the Anniversary of Jesus our savior Babe
Another year has passed. As we celebrate the Anniversary of Christ
Rays of light benignly shine on a makeshift stable. It's an Anniversary set
Aside for the Savior of the world. We take delight, in his Holy Anniversary.
King of Jews, Almighty One, Abba, Advocate, we could never repay you for this
Event. You deserve to be honored each December heart and soul. Its Buon
Natale in Italy, Joyeux Noel in France, frohe Weihnachten in German. As we
Devote ourselves to commemorating your special day, we gather around and
Resurrect your birth through celebration and song. We know that you are the
Instrumental object of our Saving Grace. You are, "King of The World"
Christmas is s time of year when we celebrate the Anniversary of Jesus.
Kris Kringle can't hold a candle to you, you are Our Leading Star.
Oct 9 2022
Sponsor Sara Kendrick (Happy Anniversary Sara)
Contest Name Anniversary
Wherever you go, don't forget
Bring your own sunshine along
To brighten up the path you travel
Singing a happiness song
It's certainly possible, look at me
Can't wipe this smile from my face
Mona Lisa can't hold a candle to Jacko
Brightening the darkest place
Am I happy with my life so far
Bet yer sweet bippie I am
Was never much of a complainer ever
Or a down-in-the-mouth type man
So wherever you go, don't forget
Give everyone a big high five
Never leave home without your sunshine
You'll brighten up so many lives
If poems come from out of the air,
At the moment, I should go there'
I could have a poetry fest,
Only choosing the very best.
Shelley would not hold a candle to me,
As I float around aimlessly.
Hoping that I'll be inspired,
Before I get too old and tired.
To pen something that pulls heartstrings,
Or poetry that takes on wings.
And flies so high,
Up in the sky.
It captivates and fills a need,
When people read,
Poetry, Poetry soothes the soul,
Unfortunately, my muse and pen are in control.
If poems do come out of the air,
My brain will not allow me to visit there.
A touch of smooth ivory, brought laughter to your eyes.
That familiar gazing giggle that creates such a mess,
no truth fortelling nor desiring ever to confess..
bristled in numb hands wrought in unquieted disguise.
Is it too much that I ask? a few fresh ground beans,
shouted impatiently at the empty vessel.
The smell of coffee chiding me as I wrestle..
empty cup bask'd in dream; of one sugar, one cream.
Could you see me turning red with every turn that flaunted,
did guilty pleasure spread, leaving with little other choice.
Or was it embarrassment heard in that admiring voice.
A valentine chore done just for you was all I wanted.
'Oh honey let me help you', whispered into my flushed cheek.
I don't hold a candle to you dear, a truth clear to see..
As you drew near I heard two soft kind lips say,
'My love you're turning the handle the wrong way'.
I wonder is there anything, I would not sacrifice for love
First think of the many things, that when push comes to shove
Things I could not live without, too important to my life
Things I could not part with, not even for my wife
What about my fishing boat, in livery of black
Or my favourite 4X4, that gets me there and back
Then of course there are, the mates that I hold dear
The ones that I spend spare time with, and drinking lots of beer
Then there are my parents, and siblings one, two, three
I mention here the major things, where my heart should be
But none can hold a candle, to the one I owe my life
Until I die, I will try, to be exclusive to my Wife
The Prayer Meeting
I felt a raindrop on my brow;
Twas just the other day.
Out in the Pasture all alone,
By myself to pray.
The rain fall oh so gently:
I felt the grass beneath my feet.
The wind rose sweetly round me,
On my little rocky seat.
A Mocking bird sang me a Carol.
And a tiny Wren sang me a hymn.
There was never a human singer;
Who could hold a candle to them.
The trees loomed strong above me;
And I knew they love him to,
For they raised their arms in His praises
In a praise that is always new.
I felt refreshed and nourished
For I'd been alone with God
Yet others praised Him around me.
And I thought it not one bit odd..
Hold all my calls
I’m by your side
I’ll hold your hand
You’re not alone
I’ll hold you tight
We won’t lose hope
Holding our breath
We’ll stick together
And we’ll hold on
Just you and I
No one can hold a candle to you
With better days ahead
Hold on tight to me
Do not despair
We’ll hold it all together
I’m right here by your side
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on April 25, 2019
A dreary mist kisses your weary eyes
A theory missed this is for eerie lies
I'm a lover loving the loveless
Rhyme a cover shoving the gloveless
Please show me one verse to hold dear
Tease though see one worse to cold fear
Fears hold my heart hostage
Tears scold my art wastage
Think before you speak
Blink before you seek
Pit vipers sink swiftly
Bit wipers think thrifty
Hold a candle to the wind
Sold a handle to the sinned
A dreary mist kisses your weary eyes
A teary tryst misses your bleary eyes
You’ve been gone almost seven years but that doesn’t mean I don’t cry sad tears. You raised ten kids all by yourself,I’m glad you’re my mom and not anyone else.Food on the table and clothes in the dryer. I heard you yell **** cause you got burnt by the fryer.Seven boys and three girls you made us your world.We never had to worry because you took care of things.The roof over our heads to shoes on our feet there wasn’t an obstacle you couldn’t defeat. You were a strong woman and I wish that was me but I’m not the woman I used to be. You warned me yes that’s true but just remember I’m not you.I don’t hold a candle to the woman you were ,just being your daughter was enough for me, and growing up happy.So raise your glass for Shirley Dunn a hell of a woman whose battle is done.She flies with the angels up in heaven you see and checks on me every so often on me. I love and miss you so very much,I guess you always were my crutch.No pain or worries left to fret.Just visit me sometimes, I know when you are near,you say I love Baby Girl momma’s here.
In an attempt to establish an uncertain linkage between 2 parables,
Ivo Torena resorted to impress his colleagues all night long; hence,
awkward as a cow on a crutch, he was cowed into pilfering bananas,
and when he was caught red-handed by the deputy, his eyes showed
no response even though his arteries were friendly. Thus, a series of
tribulations took place inside his troubled mind for outlandish
reasons, and his whereabouts were commended by one of the top
enemies of the state: The twerp from Antwerp. On a serious note,
a cabal of notorious hotshots devised an agenda to unnerve Ivo
until the cow comes home. Still and all, Torena has a truly unique
composure, unlike the belligerent Belgian, and his mannerisms
can't be reciprocated with ease. Furthermore, the notoriety with
which he prattled and sprattled was momentous! His uneventful
birth can't hold a candle to any cinematographic invention although
his water bottle company is a candle in the wind and the pieces
begin to assemble duly without second thoughts whatsoever.
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