Strongest thing on earth
Inestimable value
But freely given.
love …
was the air
that you breathed …
there was no course navigated
no interaction made
no thought processed or
act completed
no example set as people or parents
that didn’t have that concern as
its primary edict …
and while life has blessed me far
beyond what a fool like
me could ever hope to deserve,
there is not and never will be
a grace granted me that exceeds the
very simple, very precious gift
of having been your son …
time does NOT make the loss of
you any easier or kind
but I have found strength in the
promise of carrying on,
at least in my best efforts and
hopeful intentions,
your inestimable legacy …
of love.
~ for Mom & Dad - I miss you like lovers miss moonlite ~
( photograph of my mom and dad taken from family archives )
Copyright © 2024 Gregory Richard Barden
“Each morning is an invaluable gift- To be alive is a boon, to be able to stay healthy is a bonus, to enjoy love and beauty is bliss”- By Poet
Early morn, I wake up from my sleep,
Sensing on my cheeks, dawn’s first gentle kiss.
As the shroud of gloom is lifted off from earth’s face,
In my heart rises sweet whispers of bliss.
Yesterday’s mistakes, gone like vaporous nothings.
A calming peace gently overpowers my soul.
The air is crisp, quiet and pleasantly still.
The morn opens new scenes and vistas whole.
Flowers gently sway in the passing breeze.
Bees buzz around, not giving rest to tiny wings.
Coloured confetti fall from the Gulmohar tree.
Butterflies flit around as my soul in joy, sings.
Remember, how lucky we are to see another sunrise,
To savour what nature offers as an inestimable prize!
~ for Mom & Dad ~
love …
was the air
that you breathed …
there was no course navigated
no interaction made
no thought processed or
act completed
no example set as people or parents
that didn’t have that concern as
its primary edict …
and while life has blessed me far
beyond what a fool like
me could ever hope to deserve,
there is not and never will be
a grace granted me that exceeds the
very simple, very precious gift
of having been your son …
time does NOT make the loss of
you any easier or kind
but I have found strength in the
promise of carrying on,
at least in my best efforts and
hopeful intentions,
your inestimable legacy …
of love.
( I miss you like lovers miss moonlite )
A single safe place left on earth ~
'twould be of inestimable worth
I see you fit
In my puzzle, I gotta admit
In my plans, and I wanna commit.
I see you fit in my heart,
And now I am giving you the credit.
For you give it a glow,
In the low.
You give it a flow,
And now its like im a coustean.
No doubt your soul is rare,
So pure, so welcoming.
And I'd be so mad at myself for not trying,
To win your soul so inestimable,
Converge it with mine
And orchestrate life with you.
With my hand in yours,
And your hand in mine.
I am not letting the opportunity pass me by
So now I plead
Would you allow my soul have a hold of yours?
Atleast do me an honor
And allow me to know you better.
Here comes my beautiful Ada!
The flower of my youth
Elegant and sure footed
Poised to conquer the world
A gazelle of inestimable beauty
Resilient and full of
Joie de vivre and open heartedness
Ada no one is like you
And no one can ever be like you
You are beautifully and wonderfully made
Rise and lighten up global
Entertainment firmament
For the world is your oyster
GIFT OF CHOICE
I opt for light that illuminates
and certainly not darkness,
For a life of choice not chance,
To be motivated not manipulated,
To be useful not to be a used fool,
To make changes not excuses,
To excel higher feats not compete.
I embraced peace not peril that flies,
or societal menace that makes nuisance.
I espoused happiness not happenings,
Self-esteem and not self-pity as it seem,
I choose revelation not only information,
To heed or adhere to my inner voice
not random opinion that besiege us.
I picked inestimable life and not death,
choose stewardship till I submit my breath.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: quatern (16 lines).
Copyright© December2022.
“Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.”
- Mary Oliver
Poetry is an inner reassuring voice,
It is the ladder that leads out of murky waters,
It is the portrait that depicts the strivings of the soul,
It is the eye to the wonders and intricacies of nature,
It is a pathway through a cluttered and clustered path.
Poetry is a light that guides through a dark alley,
It is a pearl of inestimable worth,
It is the panacea for turbulent waters,
It is the song of our times,
It is the message in the rhythm and melody.
Poetry is the wind that blows on a hot and dry day,
It is the sun that graces a gloomy sky,
It is a chamber of lost treasures,
Poetry is a door that leads to a ceaseless fountain.
Poetry is a world that I'm glad I found.
November 29, 2022.
Poetry is a life-cherishing Force Contest Poetry Contest,
Sotto Poet.
Pink rose, plucked from its garden of sweet earth,
laid fondly on her grave to venerate
a woman of inestimable worth
on this, her day of birth I celebrate -
one rose to join the rose who gave me birth.
[Sicilian Quintain]
A pink rose signifies gratitude, admiration, and appreciation,
commemorating grace, joy, and sweetness -
3 traits of my beloved mother, Elizabeth Watt
born Sep 14th, 1919, died Apr 2nd, 2017
Written 13 Sept 2022
Relinquished to various
not well known inner forces;
all with scattering tendencies
having no transcendent aim,
is the inestimable gift of attention
in this mind of mine,
ever dreaming within the dream.
The possible human in me
with only bits of it thrives
in sluggish survival mode,
ridiculously unaware
of its secret powerful might;
oh precious door to infinity!
Dazed by day lost by night,
succumbing ever am I to the swirls
of the forces known as life,
never quite firmly standing
on the ground of being.
Unsustained scattered attention
is my most common vice,
a broken bridge between low and high.
Drunken with distraction,
foolish is my every attempt
to shorten the gap
between earth and sky.
What is the secret to the good life?
Filled with things that most satisfy
Free of unnecessary worry and strife
And replete with things that gratify
I’m not sure I have a single answer
That would fit everyone’s situations
But I highly recommend adventure,
Enhanced by taking good vacations!
Nothing so elevates one’s life stations
[Increasing understanding of a culture]
Like visiting a faraway exotic nation
Watching the gyrations of a dancer
Can help the inquiring mind to ratify
The inestimable value of individual life
For the muddled, biased mind, to clarify
What the secret is to the good life.
written April 8, 2022
[Verso-Rhyme]
February brings the return of Black History month
Black history is real history every day of the week,
So, I react with an “it’s a long coming” harumph!
Important roles of Blacks have been a hide and seek
It’s a cryin’ shame we must now denote “special” days
For Black history is “real” history every day of the week.
Learning important roles of Blacks will always amaze
Every day in American history, Black people excelled,
It’s a cryin’ shame we must now denote special days.
In school, Black achievements were routinely quelled
We were not taught their innumerable accomplishments,
Every day in American history, Black people excelled.
Black people are long overdue for acknowledgments
For their inestimable, incredible contributions to our lives,
We were not taught their invaluable accomplishments.
All lives matter in the grand scheme of history’s archives
Every day we must honor people of all races and creeds
For their inestimable, incredible contributions to our lives.
Written January 29, 2022
Inestimable
Infinitesimal specks
ponder ensoulment
In the Solar system,,
Earth fronts an asteroid
Moving in same orbit
Just parallel to its way
At the same speed as it has
At the same direction
Round the Sun.
Being occupied itself in its orbit
As its regular travel to its orbit,
The earth is quite unaware
From where the asteroid entered,
When it happened to met it
In the orbit of the Sun
The Earth is frightened
As if happened all of a sudden
When the Earth and the asteroid
Exchanged their way of traveling
Just opposite to their orbit
And move on their way around the sun
Only a fraction of a second
Has a difference between them
To exchange their way
Of traveling in their orbit,
Otherwise they collide each other
With a disaster of unknown result
For unexpected ad unwilling
The vast change
In the solar system
Thanks to this precious fraction of a second,
Abominated by them as trifle and nothing,
Which averted the disaster
Beyond their expectation
To befallen on them
To remain as it’s
As if nothing happened
In the Solar system.
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