Sparking, chilled wine
is the common drink
we can afford to soothe stress,
it's that wind without a hiss;
the more we drink,
theless we think!
Lilian asked for a divorce,
her insanity got worse,
her husband married a ****,
a busty hooker strolling
on high heels in Sunset Park!
Lilian tossed his pictures
out of the window, screaming;
she didn't choose to be a widow!
Lilian drank a lot and felt low,
her favorite wine was Merlot,
she's only forty but looks eighty;
alcohol is a slow death, surely!
Sparkling, chilled wine
is good company
to escape reality,
it's time dedicated to relaxation,
a thrill for real improvisation:
a surprise after nine!
I grabbed a bottle
of sparkling, chilled wine
to idle time away
and stay out of trouble;
every cloud was thick and gray,
even silence was unbearable!
Sparkling, chilled wine
is a remedy, not a cure,
it gives one strength to endure;
it's a ray of delusive sunshine!
Ah! Sparkling, chilled wine
is a journey to Wonderland,
to that place close to divine,
where I shed tears on the sand!
"My love is eternal." by poet.
In a chapel on a hill, a small bell tolled,
A soft melody of sighs and heartache.
I walked up the hill, resolute and bold.
Other sad mourners followed with heart break.
She was loved. She was not young nor very old.
Many prayed in earnest for her soul's sake.
With a heart block and illness, her end was foretold.
I felt pain in my heart, felt sadness everywhere
Tears filled my eyes and I was in a blindfold.
My sweet Lilian, I muttered a prayer.
They lowered the coffin and now we'll live apart.
Many brought splendid flowers with fragrant rare.
Went back home, emptiness, silence in my heart
Time heals all wounds, but we will never part.
Placed 1
Sad Fate
“Have you been in the graveyard?” Asked Master Satan
Yes, I've been there, and I visited the gravestone. You asked
I talked about this in an earlier poem. The Forgotten Heroes
Sad life, sad past. Hmm. Pain is this monument. These names
Hmm. One of them is Thomas. Royal Altirelly. Twenty-five years
Hmm. There is Lilian. Aged one hundred and five years.
The same family names
Can you read this information?
Oh, so sad this story. Hmm. History
And, there is a little board
The text is tear-jerking
Harrowing. Painful
“What is the text?
Please."
Hmm
Okay
In Proud Remembrance of
Willie
Died whilst a prisoner
of war in the far east
Hmm. The same family name
“So this is a short story of a family.”
Yes
Very sad
“It’s that
God bless them.”
Hmm
Fate
“Hmm
Life”
Not a
Tale
“Hmm"
Rest in Peace
Lilian, a Libra,
Looking for lasting love,
Liked Les and luckily
Leo was his star sign
Looked good until his wife
Laughed at the suggestion
Lilian? Still a spinster
Fresh football fixtures, fill our Saturdays
kids all get haircuts and new shoes for school
white summer dresses are folded away
north winds caress us as evenings turn cool
Summer's end harvest, berries and chestnuts
broken branches, the scattering of leaves
shaken dog walkers with their shell shocked mutts
low hanging sunshine, a Cox apple breeze
Weather becomes our preoccupation
ends talk of rioters, waiting for cells
and pauses all of our speculation
on flip-phone Fuhrers, in fancy hotels
Storm Lilian found, it's way down our street
the Autumn statement, arrived at our feet.
I'm trying to count on these fingers the umbrellas
I've lost on windy days: wasn't it hard chasing them?
And swallowing raindrops, I challenged the mayhem!
Wasn't it funny laughing at the desperate fellows?
I'm drenched and so mad walking home a half mile,
doing this weary walk was a mere, worthless dime;
the nicest lady invited me in, " Drunk some tea, Jeff,
it'll do you good: wait until this rain tempers off! "
We chat while drinking tea and eating a delicious cake,
" I just moved in a week ago, I love this peaceful town! "
Lilian exclaims with a delightfulness of cheerful clown;
I thank her saying," Not many people can really bake! "
I get up and hug her, she does resemble my pretty mom,
" You are welcome anytime, neighbor; the door is always open! "
And with joyfulness in her glance, she's broken her norm;
I look up and sunlight peaks through: I wave at the pale sun!
You sprout like a flower in my heart,
You erode my frowns with laughter.
My mind is struck by many darts,
each time I view your facial art.
You always my desires water,
as loving petals from them sprout.
In my loving heart's deepest south,
I feel just you entrenched therein.
None else could my emotions win,
but you, the goddess of men's hearts.
Lilian invited us to her recital
she was a quintessential tomboy
We could not imagine her in a skirt
Or as a dancer
We attended anyway, for she was our friend.
We had always seen her in bulky sweats.
We had no idea she was light on her feet
or that she could look girly.
The prima donna was a whirlwind of activity
she looked like a bonfire, popping in oranges and yellows
Glitzy sparks appeared to leap from her tulle skirt.
We were mesmerized, was that Lilian?
She held us captive with her beauty.
We would never see her as a lumpy tomboy again.
Now that we had seen her as a dancer.
She was exquisite, the quintessential ballerina!
Longing, dream and prayer is that
Icy streams of your eyes be mine
Long soft hair spread on my shoulders
Years of darkness want you to shine!
Love is utmost care for someone,
I'm the one who cares for you!
Like hue to flower you are to me
You are my love, is not that true??
September 16, 2022
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Lilian Poem: A format of poem introduced by Nazim ZarSinner and contains at least one Quatrain which is acrostic with LILY i.e. a quatrain whose four lines begin with L, I, L and Y respectively.
Dies Irae, Dies Illa:
Day of wrath and day of doom.
So begins the chorus
Of Verdi’s Requiem Mass.
Taut vibrations of the violins
As drums roll in a crescendo of sadness.
It had to be so unfortunately,
For we must all eventually die.
A tear falls down my craggy cheek,
I still remember the sadness of her demise.
Despite that she was riddled with disease.
Such is the finality of this wretched life.
Now Lilian is at peace.
Not I though.
My yearning for her love
Hurts the very essence of my being.
I look at her photo.
So many memories for she was my rudder,
Steering me sturdily through perilous paths
That were straight though narrow.
Five years passed and how I long
To join her in her Heavenly bliss.
God’s infinite mercy is boundless.
Still I learn that life is not in my hands:
All with ups and downs,
I can still picture her laughter, falling,
Dancing, loving, cherishing.
And then her own painful death.
Patiently I wait
Alone,
Until one day
My lovely Lilian and I will be joined again in happiness.
L-ines
I-n
L-ovely
I-dea
A-pply
N-atal
D-ay
E-mploying
V-ery
E-ssential
R-emembrance
A-nnually
Topic: Birthday of Lilian E. De Vera (March 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L-ady
I-n
L-ove
I-s
A-lways
N-ice
D-elightedly
E-njoying
V-ertical
E-xpression's
R-ighteous
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Lilian E. De Vera (March 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
My nana always says "lilian, make sure you buy yourself some really good shoes, because your feet are gonna have to carry you for the rest of your life!"
But recently i was giving words of encouragement to someone, and realized the same could be said about your mind.
Its one of the few things, if the only, that will be with you forever. So you need to be kind to it, give it sleep, and food and water.
Be nice to your brain, encourage yourself and hopefully learn to love yourself.
Because your only guaranteed yourself for eternity
F-eelings
R-emain
E-xpressing
D-ivine
&
L-ife
I-n
L-ove's
I-nstitution
A-s
N-uptial
D-ay
E-mploys
V-alid
E-vent's
R-emarkable
A-nniversary
Topic: 20th Anniversary of Fred & Lilian De Vera (October 30,2019)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L-ove
I-s
L-ooming
I-nside
A-s
N-oble
D-reed's
E-xceptional
V-alue
E-xpresses
R-emarkable
A-ffection
Topic: Birthday of Lilian E. De Vera (March 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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