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I built the nest for them so together we could stay,
kept it warm in the winter days of frost and cold,
no sweeping storm of strife could ever blow it away,
where I held them in my tender wings’ secure fold.
They grew up nurtured in the cradle of love and care,
learned how to build and face life in their chosen way,
as a parent the process with them I could affably share,
the ephemeral delight lasted until they all flew away.
The cherished bond turned into frail strands of memory,
entwined with the feathers they left, I fondle with sigh.
The residual time I spend weaving a mental tapestry,
to see their fading faces in its motif all the time I try.
A lone traveler at the edge of twilight I sorely sigh,
as I walk the last mile toward obscurity to disappear.
In the reflection of hope making the dream I descry
my image etched in their heart wherever they are.
July 12, 2021
Contest : What Makes You Sigh
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
A dedication by Joe:
In one minute of expression!
In the hour of an age;
I saw the fruit of inspiration
A largesse from heaven’s mage.
So I reached out to its fire
My heart big as blue sky
Just a soul tugged by awareness;
such elucidation I’d descried.
These words could melt in my essence!
The very being of my breath….
I sensed delight could dance between us
true life rejoice o’er mortal death.
Maverick © 4/5/2012
Form: Celestial Verse
The Maverick
Dedication by Michelle:
Within silent chambers of darkened grottos
wandered displaced, my weary muse.
Until he jumped forth from a page of notion
this steadfast man of no recues.
Blue flames did stoke declining embers,
he gave the spark to matchstick thought.
Within a fiery blaze of blessed insight
his verse and rhyme my spirit caught.
.
Idle minds can’t spin on moving axis
though cognitive fire will sing and dance
Guided by captivating poetic precinct
I affably admire his erudite stance.
© Joe Maverick.co.uk and
© Michelle Mac Donald. Canada Inc
24/05/2012
I built a nubile nest for them so we could live together
kept it warm in the long winter time of frost and freeze
no speeding storm of strife could ever sweep it away
where I held them secured within my enwrapping wings.
They grew up nurtured in the cradle of love and care
learned how to build and face life in their chosen way
as a parent the process with them I could affably share
the ephemeral delight lasted till they chose to fly away.
In the flood of the surging river of drowning sadness
I felt the load of loneliness sink deep within my essence
as from the eroded bank of yearning they disappeared
and I heard the distant bell of destiny toll faintly for me.
As the flow of time searched for a course to the eternity
in twilight’s fading gleam I breathed the air of desolation
I heard it whisper the swan song to me on the passing
resonating in my soul with the rhythm of my last sigh.
August 27, 2021
Title Chosen : Last Sigh
Contest : This Or That, Vol 6
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
“The birds fly away from their nurturing nest,
find their own skies to soar”
– Quote by Poet
I built the nest for them
where we could stay together
for as long as the sun rose for me.
Kept it warm with my embrace
in the winter days of frost and cold.
No sweeping storm of strife
could ever blow it away.
I cuddled them with care and love
in the secure fold of my tender wings.
They grew up deftly nurtured
in the cradle of love and attention.
Learned how to face life
in their chosen way.
As a parent the process of growth
I could affably share with them,
but the ephemeral delight lasted for a while,
until one day they all flew away.
The cherished network of bond turned
into frail strands of memory,
entwined with the fond feathers they left,
I fondle with pining sigh.
My residual time I spend with me in the empty nest,
clutching the pallid tapestry of longing.
To see their fading faces in its motif,
I try all the time.
A lone traveler at the edge of twilight zone,
I walk the last mile
toward the obscurity horizon,
waiting to disappear someday.
In the convoluted reflection of hope,
demolished in the debris of dream,
I wish my image remains indelible
in their hearts wherever they are.
And Mama pins laundered sheets on the clothesline
Raising her creamy arms with a hum,
Gentle against tainted bricks of our wall
Right in front of this grassy yard…
My velvet dress all spruced up
Fragrant, pressed by morn’s daylight
On luster of mid-autumn:
I observed and scanned her thinning curves
While I paused to grasp that final snapshot;
Enough for me to watch her caring touch
The way she would affably blot out my girlish tears
Crawling down her hands:
The backdoor now swings loudly, then quietly
Exposing run-down, decaying frames
Which rarely irks a mood so airy as that last smile
In twilight’s passing: Robed in clean lacy gown,
Dreary heaves falter to speak …if she only knew
I tucked my velvet dress for my child, O Mama’s legacy.
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8/26/2019
If Only You Knew: Silent One’s Contest
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“The birds fly away from their nurturing nest,
find their own sky, never to return”
– Quote by Poet
For them I built the nest,
where we could stay together
for as long as the sun rose for me.
Kept it warm with my embrace
in the winter days of frost and cold,
no sweeping storm of strife
could ever blow it away.
I cuddled them with care and love
in the secure fold of my tender wings.
They grew up deftly nurtured
in the cradle of love and attention.
Learned how to face life
in their chosen way.
As a parent the process with them
I could affably share,
but the ephemeral delight lasted
until one day they all flew away.
The cherished bond turned
into frail strands of memory,
entwined with the feathers they left,
I fondle with pining sigh.
My residual time I spend with me,
weave the mental tapestry of longing.
To see their fading faces in its motif,
I try all the time.
A lone traveler at the edge of twilight,
I walk the last mile
toward the obscurity horizon,
waiting to disappear someday.
In the convoluted reflection of hope,
demolished in the debris of dream,
I wish my image remains indelible
in their hearts wherever they are.
11/15/2023
You are my midnight love chimera.
Beneath a turquoise sea.
We met innocently and affably.
Giggling and smiling, so innocently.
But…passion’s gates opened wide.
And its aquatic , aqueous mouth…
Swallowed us, whole and most divine.
Our soul’s instantaneously intertwined!
What entity, created such instant intimacy.
An under the deep sea, exotic gratification.
.Chimera~ something that exists as an aspiration…
but is not achievable in this world at all.
Of Greek etymology.~ a fire-breathing monster
that has a lion’s head, a goat’s body and the
tail of a snake!
Christmas Poem
May peace reign down on earth for Christmas
As we celebrate the Holy birth
The day baby Jesus Christ was born
Who came to walk amongst men on earth.
For our sakes God’s only Son was sent
With just a manger for Him to rest
Angels placed upon His tiny head
A hallowed halo heavenly blessed.
Greeting cards may bestow warmth to hearts
And beautifully wrapped presents too
But stop for a while and pray for those
Who clearly don't have as much as you.
For folk who do not possess a home
Having no one they can call their own
May they find a shelter, food and love
Also kindness that’s affably shown.
Remember those who’re facing conflict
Their world being embittered by war
If only they could become as us
And living within peaceful rapport.
Jovial Christmas celebrations
Are magical times for all to share
Love and respect for one and other
Showing how much we truly do care.
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Friday 11th November 2022
“When the birds leave the nest to fly in another sky,
the feathers they leave become memory” - Quote by Poet
I built a nest for them so together we could stay,
kept it warm in the winter nights of frost and cold,
no sweeping storm of strife could ever blow it away,
where I held them in my tender wings’ sheltered fold.
They grew up nurtured in the cradle of care,
learned to build and face life in the chosen way,
the loving process with them I could affably share,
the passing parental joy lasted until they flew away.
The cherished bond turns into frail strands of memory,
entwined with the feathers they leave, I forget to cry.
In the residual time I weave the mental tapestry,
and to retain their fading faces in its motif I try.
A lone traveler at the edge of the twilight I sorely sigh,
with the descending desolateness in the nest I talk.
In the memory mirror the lost dreams I descry,
as toward the obscurity the last mile I walk.