Long Arrival Poems
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Too tired, my legs please to rest.
Sorrow message burden on my windpipe,
Weary eyes find, knock at small nest.
"Oh! my sweet heart, don't cry, don't cry,
Stars rushout and watch over you.
Fairies come this and tell story for you.
They give everything if you want.
I wish your eyes go to dream.
May you florish! May you florish!"
I heared this lullaby, i trance in..
One man out of this, unknown looks,
I told an italian warrior.
His face look like flash.
He invited with his whole heart.
He served poor food but delicious.
I have only one son, grey man said,
He has fond of military services.
One day he has forsaken.
That time my wife has become mad.
Daily she sings a song to a stone doll..
I know your arrival purpose,
"my son was dead in the war"
Middle in the sky the crescent shinning,
My weeps burst out,
Mother wake, in her sarie clean my tears.
Her comfort words, my blood burning,
My son sleeping just now, who's friend,
Saying good-bye, but my conscience did not move,
Sacred red powder fix on my forehead, mother smiled
Father tether my hand with a holy thread.
Worth seeing! painful departure,
I think about this affection, when
My memories dispersed,
Fanfare announced the war begins,
I arranged my weapons.
In my path lullaby continuously......
Happy Birthday Tanton
As I sit and reflect on the precious moments in my life
Several enter my mind
Like the day I became your Grandpa's wife
He was a good man, a loyal man, one rarely does find
Had I not met him, my future wouldn't have blessed me with you
I'd likely remained alone , and secretly blue
Of sorrows I've known many
Because of drifting from the Lord's way
Yet Jesus forgave my errors
And blessed me on the day
You were born
Your arrival on earth was a God Send
That healed my broken heart
Your smile filled an emptiness within me
Your love embraced me from the start
As I sit and reflect on the precious moments in my life
You, Squirt (and your brother) come to mind
You two may never know how much delight you provided
When I needed that most, you gave in the perfect time
So I've paused today on your birthday
To tell you how much I love you
....
My love for you is deeper than any ocean floor
My pride in you eternal
And my dreams for you much more
My prayers for your joy and happiness remain perpetual
As my heart journeys with you in every way
And although I cannot be there with you
I wish you a favored and blessed Birthday
Love Nanny Sept 4 2019
Searching the twilight horizon
For signs she's on her way
As I anticipate her rising
Have felt like this all day
The cloud begins to gather
Betwixt the sea and sky
I welcome her arrival
She makes my spirit fly
Just as I start to doubt
That tonight she will come out
A delicate glow
A glow I know
Rises from the sea
Just like the Goddess Amphitrite
Adorned in pink organza
As if she wants to dance all night
Resplendent in her glittering gown
Her dazzling light is beaming down
This ballerina of the sky
I do not blink ~ I am wide eyed
I'm moonstruck and I'm mesmerised
To see such wonder with my eyes
Her beauty seeps inside my soul
I hear sweet music all around
My head is spinning to the sound
For now I'm in another place
Moonbeams lighting up my face
Gazing at this Super Moon
I swoon ~ I may not be back soon…
Written 8th May 2020 ~ after witnessing the hypnotic beauty of the Super Moon
Contest Brian's Choice 6
Sponsor Brian Strand
2nd PLACE
In the twilight's fading whisper, a solitary road unfurls,
A path unwinding, shrouded in mystery, where love and loss entwine like vines around the heart.
One way, no escorts, no turning back, no gentle hands to hold,
Just the echoes of memories, a lonely heartbeat, and the silence that remains.
It takes us unawares, this thief of moments, this reaper of dreams,
No warnings, no farewells, just the sudden jolt, the severed thread,
A pain that shatters, like the first cry of birth, yet infinitely more profound,
For in its depths lies the abyss of nevermore, a chasm that swallows hope.
No calendars mark its arrival, no clocks foretell its knock,
A stealthy intruder, claiming all, heedless of wealth or station, rank or name.
Rich and poor, it levels all, a universal reckoning,
Leaving naught but echoes, whispers of what once was, what could have been.
The severance is brutal, the grief a crushing weight,
The not knowing, the unseeing, the unheard heartbeat of a loved one's face,
The messages unsent, the words unspoken, the love unshared,
The communication severed, like a lifeline snapped, leaving only desolation.
When body and soul disengage, what remains?
A fleeting shadow, a wais coat left behind,
Questions swirl, a maelstrom of anguish, "Why? When? How?"
Yet the answers lie beyond the clouds, in realms unseen, unknowable.
In this life, we walk the edge of shadows, precarious, fragile,
Each breath a gift, each moment a treasure, though we seldom see.
And when the thread unravels, and our time is done,
May the love we shared, the memories we forged, be the solace that remains, the light that guides us home.
Adventures With James My Grandson
by Joan Donnelly 1995
He doesn't walk but runs to his subject on interest,
and upon arrival, leaps into the air.
With bended knees and flattened feet he lands like an athlete,
and his welcoming, "Hi," cuddles my heart as I wipe away a tear
Then he wraps a wee hand around my finger leading me into his realm of
Adventure and joy.... with enthusiastic anticipation,
though he hasn't turned two yet, my youngest son's eldest boy.
He guides me to a rest area and seats me by patting his hand on an outdoor substitute for a chair.
At his, "Sit, Sit,"I oblige him as he runs through rain puddles...then..
gifts me with a bouquet of dandelions and a honey-filled , "Here."
Once I presented him with a learning toy, his repsonse delighted my soul,
"Awh, Awh,"he uttered appreciatively while tilting his head ia sideways to and fro.
One day he noticed a kitten curled up 'neath a sheltering tree
Swiftly he raced toward her with an over-the-shoulder, "Come," to me.
I couldn't help but chuckle when he repeated, "Come," once more.
He never caught the enlightened feline but brightened my day for sure.
Then he ran down the street where he sighted a wooden plank on the ground.
"Bat, Bat,"rang his happy chant at the treasure he'd found.
With effort he maneuvered the narrow plank over his shoulder gleefully
"Ball, Ball,"he urged and I followed his searching eyes co-operatively.
To my amazement, as if waiting to be found ,lay a beach ball on a grassy mound...
Though I've not known baseball to be played with such.
It was of balloon size and as I looked into James' sparkling eyes..
I wondered if he'd become the baseball player his Dad hoped for so much.
I could see James straining to keep the awkward bat raised so with a..
"Ready, Set,"I pitched ball and prayer as James let out a sigh.
The bat he forward inched as he licked his upper lip and by gosh got a hit,
Then said, "Cool,"as we watched the ball fly.
"Get it, Nanny,"James gave me the order and I retrieved the ball intending to extend our fun........when.....Was it my imagination or did I hear....a crowd in a filled stadium cheer at the announcer's , "Well I'll Be, Folks! Young MacMaster makes another home run !"
Inside womb’s gentle fortress
babe safely thrived
nurtured well
with loving care
while her mother treasured
her as precious gift…
expecting for her arrival.
Now in the Intensive Care Unit
she, in her golden years
earnestly beseeches God
for mother’s life-extension
so they can both cherish
redeeming time* as diamond
midst their togetherness.
*Ephesians 5:15-17 See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise, Redeeming the time, because the days are evil. Wherefore be ye not unwise, but understanding what the will of the Lord is.
June 11, 2023
One More Delivery
Please wait at the door.
I told the man holding the package.
He smiled,
not unkindly,
but as patiently as one might expect,
from a driver with a truck full
of items still and yet to be delivered.
There was a strong smell emanating from the kitchen,
another one from the fire place, but the odor was different.
Why was their a fire there at all,
had the kids finally decided that tricks were old,
and truth mattered.
No...
they just found stale marshmallows and it was still early.
How did I take a chance, a moment, or perhaps...
accidentally if not willfully disobedient to the essence of reality.
It was half past, and no one was going to bed.
I grabbed money from my purse, tipped the man...
and let him go.... mercifully, if not by choice.
At least he looked or appeared to show,
visible calmness regardless of the hour,
and the arrival of all things magical.
In this case, the "closet of wonder",
safely and securely kept locked,
until just the right moment was to be revealed.
Up...
Get out...
Go to bed, or there will be no tomorrow!
An empty threat, well known for my exaggeration of the moment,
if not the day the week and even the hour.
Off they went,
knowing that I would follow.
Faces to kiss, until they will no longer let me.
Stories to tell, lest they forget our traditions,
which will never pass to anyone from here.
Blessings on this house,
and all who dwell here.
Thank you for another reason,
to sing and be joyful for the season,
Holy Light,
into the Night...
I sing.
I will put toys together,
and build castles from clay and dough.
I will shine all surfaces, brightly...
to reflect the glory of the day to come,
the hour of His birth,
the hope of all our tomorrows,
for my family...
for your family,
for you,
and,
for
me.
It will happen naturally to me: I will be lucky.
I'm supposed to be watching all mild night.
Multilingual worship and prayer plucky.
That seems to be harps and is a slashed sight.
We would be on obedient terms again tonight.
God overpowers us thus completely.
The sentiment inside us is still amply bright.
I'm exhausted and ready for resting, deeply.
And why are our lips so hesitant to kiss?
I`m sure your feelings and mine are tied.
Your blood always causes my cheeks to bliss.
We're heading straight for the lewdness vied.
Holding the other close will ensure our survival.
I expect a conspicuous person's eventual arrival.
Written: August 18, 2022
Soft and soothing, sometimes silent
When hurts come to visit, there
Beneath the struggles, he calms and heals
Reminds the spirit that, despite
The darkness, light is coming, hope
Remains, a constant friend to the one
Who listens to the tender touch
Feels the cold nose and smooth fur,
Erasing the doubt, the dread, the doom
Reassuring the spirit that there is room
For this inspiring light, lifting as the sun
Inspiring the joy inside the one who knows
This is love, beyond speaking of –
Love like the music of his bouncing
Vigorously springing to life…
When I’m home from a day when he
Is out of reach, here at home
Where he remains, waiting, anticipating
The arrival of his master, his king…
The one, who to him, has angel’s wings
Gentle as the lamb and warm as the welcome
He gives to his owner, his joy, his happiness
The one he runs to meet, excited like he’s seeing
Royalty, a star – the most important one of them all…
He runs to meet me like he can’t believe
I’m finally here, finally near, where he can see
That I’m willing to stroke his ears, whispering sweetness
Through his dreams, his tender dreams…
Like the doting love that he bestows on me,
There is a great joy in knowing he sees in me
Things I could never see… a angel,
A leader, a friend that will forever be…
His world, his light, his day after night
For him, there is no doubt – there is a love
That falls all around, silencing the dark
Sparking hope and thoughts
So amazing, like his praising look into my eyes…
Where I see that he believes he’s found
Love far more beautiful than any love around
In me, I believe – he sees a reason to be…
The reflection of a heart who knows
Only love given without any conditions
Is love that is worthy of his enthusiastic licking,
His tail’s brisk wiggling – his gift of twitching
When his heart’s greatest wish has finally come true
Because his true love has finally arrived
Home, home – home – where he has survived
Another long stretch without the delight of his life!
Writing Challenge - D Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Word Chosen: Dog
February 7, 2023
Love Delayed
Who could have known?
The pattern of life was already here.
Hot and cold in its earthliness.
It only required us to find our willingness
On a simple classroom first-glance,
Even as neither was looking for the other.
There…
In a small learning room no one would remember,
Given its utility plainness,
That place where you might have lost your way,
Save for the invisible aura finding purchase
In my psyche that was to reveal itself
At a later date.
Perhaps…
It was then that we both heard synergism reaching,
The sound of muted longing,
Like an hourglass whose means of clocking intervals had halted,
The salty tears of lost time causing life to harden
Until that moment
When quiet arresting of awareness
Had no choice
But to chance another flow.
Later…
Between distant geographies of being,
We merged our words into visions of mutual respect
Forged later with touches of inner unity
Into an even later sunlit afternoon of bonding amidst friends,
Where we reached modestly for infinity,
Becoming independently one,
All while Love’s late arrival
Held tight our hands
As we made good
Our once invisible auras
Held invincible within.