I don't know why I write,
when my mind
is a Rubik's cube,
and I feel inside
hollow through-out
like a carved
cliche pumpkin.
I'm blinded
with myself,
so I can't even
help myself.
I have only
my brother's
pick me ups,
light as a feather,
and I can
write again,
to my pretend God,
to who I wasted
away with my eyes
straying from his.....
A 6 pack of beer,
followed
by ciders on days
not even weekends.
I wish I could venture,
outside to the world.
lasting beauty is the fervent , blue pebble
like the feathery greenery.
lasting beauty is the fragrant ,perfumed daisy of bloomy eternity..
I dreamed of vows not spoken once,
But whispered daily, leaf by leaf,
Like moss that clings with tender strength
To stone that would not seek relief.
The years are gentle in their weight,
They press us close, yet keep us free;
Your hand in mine is steadfast earth,
A root that steadies trembling sea.
We live in words that will not fade,
In truth that shines through darkest rain;
Loyalty, a constant fire,
That warms but never leaves a stain.
Green leaves return each changing spring,
They do not fear the frost of fall;
So love, in quiet constancy,
Renews itself and answers all.
I do not crave a fleeting star,
But light that lingers, sure and still;
A marriage made of trust and time,
Of chosen hearts, of patient will.
So let us walk where moss is deep,
Where truth has softened every stone;
And know that what we’ve built will last,
No vow more faithful than our own.
dab joy on your face
let a smile ignite the heart—
sending seeds flying
to roost in your perceptions
to transform what's becoming
close your eyes, recall—
the sun's caress, the cool breeze
moments amplified
memories can bloom again
to gleeful, serene, alive
silver linings flare
hope bends more towards the flame
rewriting the script
building smiling resilience
that shows in how the heart glows
lasting beauty is the suspired, odorous spring like the winged brook..
A-ll
G-races
N-ever
E-vade
S-unset,
T-hough
O-ver
R-uins,
R-ays
E-merge
S-ublime
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Agnes Torres)
Write Six Beautiful Lines Poetry Contest
Constance La France
When we were one it was fun, when we became divided he was gone
By Author
My little dear of where what happened to the air
We were once a lovely pair with untapped rhyme and flair
Then your eyes and nose flare with the fuse lighting our despair
The last I saw you stair, up up and away to where
I did lose my heart to be fair, but do cherish the time we share
With our bridges no longer there, I can't hold back the last tear
I had a crush that I adored.
She was my friend's sister.
One night on the porch swing,
I was lucky enough to kiss her.
I would flirt and tease,
Trying to let her know,
But if she had any interest,
I never got it to show.
Occasionally, we'd flirt,
But that's all we'd do.
I couldn't find my opening;
I had tried all I knew.
Eventually, over time,
We had drifted apart,
But that crush lived;
It's still in my heart.
It's been twenty years,
And I seen her today.
She still makes me nervous;
I wasn't sure what to say.
Then she tells me that
She had a crush on me
Back then and tried,
But her signs I didn't see.
We talked a little while
About life and how we've been,
And it felt to me the same
As it did way back then.
This time I took no chance;
I wasn't waiting on fate.
I came right out and asked
If I could take her on a date.
And wouldn't you know it,
She finally said yes to me.
After two decades of waiting,
Where this goes, we will see.
too quickly the paragraphs of time we rèad.
hand in hand we strolled the pages of our years
standing fast against misfortunes we emerged
shaped by caring and forbearing hearts
refusing to imagine life devoid of one another
time, years, emerged caring life.
All these memories,
All the joy,
All we love,
The real McCoy,
A fast paced life,
No time to stop,
Plenty fizz in homemade pop,
We did so much,
We crammed it in,
Somewhere safe,
It's stored within,
My mind is all I have to view,
Those precious moments,
Made with you,
I try to think more of them,
Instead of the trauma which overwhelm,
It isn't so easy I let you know,
Like many bad things you can't outgrow,
Life can end at anytime,
There's no happy ending in lifes pantomime.
All I have
of lasting value
is my heart to give
the antiques
in the attic
just gather dust
plastics become brittle
and metal to rust
cloth disintegrates
and if sentiments on cards alone
what true value is a poem?
as museums
need constant
renovation --
an indentured
in and out curator --
while the heart stays with me
everywhere I go --
awake or asleep
unlike tides that ebb and flow
my love for God is constant
enough for me that He eternally
know....
butterfly bush blooms
such pink and purple colors
green like late summer
lavender sunshine
in floral scents wandering
cream clouds pondering
striking hummingbird
in deep purple and rubies
butterfly beauties
eternal evening
of scenes silver like full moon
rosy afternoons
Creeping in the shadows
Keeping it from bad hoes
Reaping in the benefits
Keeping em in to it
Fall in to the zone alone
All the The road to grown
Call on that phone at home
stall on that stone to loan
Cash only gets em more bread
Fast money money on a dead nickle
Ya they tread sickles
Homie they swing swing hammers
They spree planners
they movers they shakers
Snakes making on a fake cure
waiting for those lastest rate to drop
Haters and Fakes that you know you like
I got the mic your wants to sing through
Big part of my life that I been through
Next part itsl all passion
They call castin for big chunk,
Im mall smashing for fresh kicks
Im fall fasting to last in the mix
A LASTING BEAT
In life, there’s a rhythm one can feel
The constant beat, a chain of islands
The time signature is almost an avatar
Until a last long note in that final bar
That hands the baton over to silence
But a performance that is always real
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