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Warm wind on my face; warm water surrounding me.
Off the coast - blue sky above - a ship sets out to sea.
Nothing I have ever done could be as nice as this.
Dance, swim with dolphins, sightsee, shop or laze in bliss!
Entertainment’s everywhere; excitement fills the air.
Rest; revive; rejoice! There’s something for everyone.
Food is limitless, and so are the ways to have fun.
Underneath the sun you can chase away your blues.
Land Ahoy! How I hate to leave my ocean cruise.
Written Jan. 7, 2015 (This was ABSOLUTELY the most wonderful vacation I ever had!! My first and only cruise, back in 2000)
The brain - the instincts -- the beauty-- the health - the years-- the courage. I thank him who "has all power" for these gifts by using them.!
The compassion- the creativity- the passion- the love, and the wisdom. I thank him for these gifts by sharing what I have with my fellow man.
All the gifts- All the attributes endowed unto me which allow me the power to act feel, and rise to the occasion. I will not wait for God to intervene.
When he has created me in his own image- and has sent me equipped with the armor to battle all the causes- and wars and atrocities did against my fellow man.
I have the precious ability to discern what is in front of me to do. I will not turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the misdoings -killings-and abuses done to any of his creations.
I will not determine what God's will is ...but as I know what my ears are for- and as I know what my teeth are for - I know also what he has equipped me to do-
And I certainly will not ignore the truth of any matter "for to ignore_ the truth is “Ignor -ance”.
No more than deception that keeps you in a trance-
Coward's waiting for God to do That which he sent hue-mans to do...
Whenever my creator sees me slipping; This question enters my mind and I paraphrase.
"How can you ignore your brother's suffering and say: "You love me whom you have never seen”?
Some people will give a" crippled crab a crutch" –
But will not speak up against the killings of blacks, children or the needy –
Nor will they even offer a "hungry human humus".
(that is old beans, for human beings).
A little pun for fun - yet seriously... we need to smile as we think about how we think.
My brain, my health, my wealth, and knowledge: My courage - my compassion and my passion; Should all (I pray), be used for the betterment, and the upliftment of my fellow man.
Where to start?
I start by looking in the closest corner to shine my light, as long as I have the precious ability to do so.
And when I am but a faded photo in the book of days gone,
I pray, that I have given someone the "precious ability to carry on" ...
To carry-on...
I brought her back
I brought her back into my life
and now I can't even close my
eyes for a second, her eyes are
the only sensory which can see
if I'm telling a truth or lie.
She was gone, lost, and i was
crying, and now she is back I'm
stressed she's too expensive I
can't even afford her mainten-
ance if she happens to be in a
breakdown.
I brought her back, she disappears
for a minute, no one can even tell
which street,door was last seen ent-
ering , for she's so beautiful and ma-
ny regard her as a valued target, so
is true, ' being naive is same as being
blind,' I miss her in a worst way.
Her lips so magical when we locked we
were transformed into our own world,her
skin so fluffy in her arms I fell asleep for
she is like a towel made of a fine wool so
curly from Egypt. come night for with her
my dreams are no longer of nightmares
but the ones I aspire not to wake-up for.
She is whiter than a snow, I lick her from
toes to head, her body is well made I can
tell the creator really took his time on cre-
ating such a creature, when she walks she
shakens the walls of Paris,oh,so her legs
were made to carry her gracious body.
Her beauty is of that woman in the bible
called Sarah where even Abraham for the
sake of his life to be spared he said she is
her sister, not knowing what God gave to
him not even kings can have in their arms
or rather to even share a bed with.
She is my lady, she is my queen, my lover,
my wife.
i think
i may
have
written this
once before
in a different
form and i'm
sure titled
impromptu
but i can
visit it in
memory
as if it's
happening
again and
again for
forever
when i
want to
remind
me of a
time in
my life
in JFK
waiting
for a de
parture
looking
in a heat
ing grate
a still lit
cigarette
had been
thrown in
then came
in a new
arrival the
oldest of
survival's
live a life
time even
after an a
bomb yes
lets hear
it for your
friend and
mine that
adaptable
instinctual
moves like
rapid stop
motion an
imation so
makes your
skin crawl
cockroach
yes ladies
and gentle
men he or
she made
it's appear
ance stage
right and
left with that
still smoking
gun to smoke
after making
love with its
look just alike
loved one but
exponentially
spreading some
new genes for
after the next
war but taking
a toll firstly on
the first one
that took the
first puff for
it did not
read
SURGEON GENERAL'S WARNING:
Smoking Causes Lung Cancer,
Heart Disease, Emphysema, and
May Complicate Pregnancy.
Form:
Sixty Years Wed
Sixty years since the magnificent day
In many precious moments along the way
Xanadu in impeccable joy
That no one in the world could ever cloy
You were joined in married bliss to enjoy.
You are together where you both belong
Every day it’s clear your love remains strong
And both hearts sing a song of faithfulness
Rendition of love’s soulmate tenderness
Sung softly all your lives in gentleness.
Wishing you peace, glee and love for all times
Extremely harmonious rhythm and rhymes
Dance forever together sweet Valentines.
*+*
“Diamonds are forever and plausibly
All your future dreams were your destiny.”
Congratulations Sara and Tom!
12th October 2022
*+*
Anniversary Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
Form chosen: Acrostic
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June 21, 2022
Brian Strand Premier Contest
Poems with very little words
Only serve to minutise my imagination
Every word has the power to build
My sweet imagination
So serve them to me on a blank white sheet
WITH
Verbalization flare and you got my thanks forever
Engage me in your story let me feel the
Rising passion of your soul and
You will have me hooked forever
LITTLE
Words restrict my possibility of expansive thought
Open your mind and spill out the story my fellow poet
Rewind your life and tell me all the stories of your journey
Dance on my soul like a dervish circling my aura
Sing to me with words of assonance and repetance
STUNT
Me with your poet's steel quill and dip me in your well
You need not scimp on words just show me your story of
GROWTH .
October 13, 2018
M ovement is what we all say
I n happiness that's how we play
N otice how we all gather
G aily that's how we splather
L aughter all around much joy
E nergised we won't be coy
D ance all night maybe romance
O ff to church must take this chance
N uptial party on the spot
T ime has come to tie the knot
S on arrives first born today
T he second son is on the way
A daughter soon to arrive
Y oung family now begins to thrive
S oon they'll all be off to school
I n class to learn the golden rule
N ew friends to meet and make
G one quickly years for goodness sake
L ooking now to be employed
E very varied talent will be deployed
Hawk eye and Joni
taught me to dance
The dance of the shaking keys
Different status's same margins of collar and trance
Hawk eye and Joni taught me to dance
Real still time to trim crime fat chance
Lift the thoughts a picnic of toler-ance
Bee Gees at the roller rink
Joni Mitchell with her genius iconic Ink
Running circles around constricted culture
Driving substance into something that was all show
We are at the setting of her dream
A memory to glow and light shining bright as a star
Always shining bright as stardust falls
Joni gave us a soundtrack during our growth
Where passion inspires A pin dropped
Dropped a heist on fate
The pain the fear sequestered by hope
Born to bring the song and our spirits higher
You bring the light that sparks our desire
I watched as the dandelions blew away in the breeze
Like small tornadoes beneath me
You chuckle, then rush to collect them
Scared to see some unique begin to bloom?
Hunger rumbled through my body
Like a shouting gladiator
Piercing my stomach with his blade
Gyros spread across the set table
I watch as you sink your teeth into them
Starving like a ravenous tiger
Yet a heart softer than lavender
So, darling, let the games begin
Please offer me your hand to hold
Whisper to me, skin warm like tea
Olive complexion luring me in
Like I'm stuck inside a trance
Take this break while the tides are high
Guide me into this deep ocean
I'll backstroke through love's reservoir
This aura, it calls out my name impatiently
Sandalwood dances to my brain
The scent attracts me like a magnet
Farther away than Andromeda
My worry for the future, it drifts away
Now that ecstasy has incarcerated me
Nothing can ensure my soon release