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A pod of pelicans flew by me the other morning and as I bid them au revoir…I wondered to myself if they know how graceful they all are.
Of course this is a mystery I’m likely never too unlock…but it led to a host of other questions as I continued on my walk.
Does a tree know how majestic he is…a nightingale how lovely is her song…does an octopus realize his intelligence…does an elephant know he’s strong?
How does night know when to become day…how does the moon know when to rise…do clouds feel when they’ve been painted by the sun…do rabbits communicate with their eyes?
Does a hippopotamus know how much he weighs…do otters really know how to play…do prairie dogs actually kiss…is an owl as wise as they say?
Can the oceans comprehend their vastness…or how the sunlight turns them blue…do the waves on the tides know where they’ve been…or where they’re going to?
Do butterflies and flowers know how beautiful they are…do flamingos know they are beguiling…do crickets have a conductor…why are dolphins always smiling?
I imagine these questions and others like them shall remain as elusive as the gracefulness of a pelican’s wings…but how lucky are we as humans that we can wonder about such things.
How do you define love?
I mean what is it really,
How can I feel so much love for so many
people here that I barely know
...because I do.
You have all been so kind and accepting of me.
Many of you know how I feel.
That I know I am not a poet.
I am not fishing for a compliment when I say this.
I know how kind you all are.
People have been more than complimentary
of my work here.
It is how I feel and I do not want to get
long winded as to why.
It is what it is.
You have an amazing community here
don't let any one trample over it.
Keep supporting one another
Keep your loving ways.
No matter your religious beliefs
there is a light here that shines bright.
So I won't impose my beliefs but I think
I can safely say without offending
anyone this community is blessed.
Forgive those who stray, many of us here
are bruised some worse than others. We
make errors. Again I love the people here.
All the people here.
I have not been able to comment on others poetry
as much as I have wanted to of late.
I am especially sorry to my friends whose poetry
I have not frequented lately. How rude of me.
Everyone deserves their wonderful poetry read.
No excuses just I am sorry.
I want to thank all the people who placed me
in their contests and also thank those who
didn't. I believe in my heart of hearts people
always judged fairly. Sponsoring contests
is difficult everyone second guesses you.
In retrospect I learned and I grew from every
experience. Thank You.
So my loving friends, I am not here to say goodbye.
I am here to say au revoir!
I will be taking a small break from Poetry Soup.
I hope to return soon. To learn my limits poetically
and to stay within them. Enter less contests,
read more, comment more and post less.
I don't know how I can thank you all for your
unconditional kindness.
So many of you have touched my heart,
made me cry.
Sometimes sad, sometimes happy tears.
I am sorry because it is hard for me not
to love you all so much and I know it
must sound insincere but it is me
this is my heart, this is who I am
I love you because of your poetry,
because of your comments,
because you supported me even in my blindness
held my hand and showed me a path I could walk on.
How do you thank someone for that.
With All My Love Always,
Armand.
The last time we met I told you goodbye.
Perhaps I should have instead said, “Farewell.”
I never intended to make you cry.
Just thought I could be alone for a spell.
Mayhap sayonara, auf wiedersehen,
Adios, or au revoir might suffice.
I understand what I uttered was plain
And so, I failed my attempt to be nice.
Don’t say you would be content with, “So long!”
Not after we’ve dared to share what we’ve shared.
To say, “Go with God.” Well, that just seems wrong
When what we have broken might be repaired.
Don’t take “Goodbye” as “Good riddance, amen!”
Look at it as “Until we meet again…”
2/23/2023
Written for Writing Challenge G Words
Sponsored by Constance La France
Breathtaking bird song,to attract a spouse ... is done
Evoke memories of autumn, a cool breeze touches me tenderly
August sun is sloping, through the falling air
Unique and miraculous, the young swans have learned to fly
Their kiss from the horizon, as waving from the clouds
Yesterday's memories of joy and some tears - au revoir
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My favorite word is: BEAUTY
the word makes me feel
1. Breathtaking
2. Elegant
3. Angelic
4. Unreal
5. Teasing
6. Young
20.08.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Favorite Word Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
"Congratulations, this is just a quick notice to let you know that your poem is My favorite word, BEAUTY is a PoetrySoup Premiere Contest winner for contest: Favorite Word."
Never Too Late To Say "I Love You" Until...
Futile lamentations reverberate along
corridors of times long gone, this papa
tearfully apologetic revisiting his base,
fitfully lachrymose torturing unrelenting
voluminous wrongs against thee dearest
precious daughter aware poetic/ prosaic
ministrations cannot substitute bonafide
nor ameliorate cumulative forsaken joys
requisite to bolster compromised delicate
innocence exhibited upon begetting deux
darling (wool worth more than fine spun
gold) healthily nurturing priceless progeny
two quickly grown to young womanhood
priceless offspring, whose treasured quasi
nubile kindled joie de vivre far surpassed
petrified plaguing yours truly (particularly
during pre/ post pubescent phase), outlook
grim to take life by the horns, nee apathetic
pestiferous psychological, frankly zapped
wracked, plagued aversion to live steering
any natural borne autonomy, (within meek
minecrafted muffled mortgaged self) bereft
existence, (albeit manifesting during latter
sainted days of boyhood), a death grip vis a
vis anorexia nervosa (robbing, stunting, and
halting critical puberty) against attaining my
maximum potential, nee then and every sub
seek went till present day truncating, stifling
raining aftermath of torturous, noxious, jinxed
insufferably hellacious, (hence reiteration to
cease livingsocial, rather antisocial) under_
scored, ordained, narrated by whirled series
of unfortunate events, (without courtesy of
Lemony Snicket), which passivity degraded,
exacerbated, fouled... gradual punctuation to
adulthood overridden when me as man-child
never tested survival, but found this scrivener
beating hasty retreat defeated by emotional
illness demarcating the Waterloo which I
fitfully fought when mandatory ultimatums,
measures, dictates...forced eviction within
cocooned hideaway (such as bedroom at 324
Level Road), which parallel repeated when
decamped at 1148 Greentree Lane, the latter
poisoned your welfare, with dire declaration
of toxic dependence (Zison's harshness) fed
deprivation, and desperation, while ye bore
brunt of emotional, financial, mental...fallout
indelibly etched within impressionable
Tabula Rasa, now the anguished suffering
ye unfairly experienced.
AU REVOIR!
again …
here I am -
a glum ghost
a somber shadow
I have come to dream
to pledge duty, your gleam
to venerate your foreday liturgy
ah, and mend the mist - the magical mist
another mercurial morn creature such as we
ever cautiously coy in its dark, shifting purpose
with foggy fingers it creeps shore-ward
tickling the rocks and rills with vexing facility
its dew-dripping appendages grasp the bluff
and cloak it in a brume shawl
sea's briny breath
braided to a blanket
covering all in a supernal spell
as if we haunt some lofty realm
paused between stars and steeples
to dance for the dawn's enchantment
but I am here for longing's sake
to entomb my pallid pining
priceless little maudlin chunks of my life
that I must forever let loose
whimsical moments spent here, made precious by another
a sweet syrup called "her" that drips from my being
and dribbles its way to my visceralities
where now it turns rancid with nostalgia
poisoning my spirit
you ...
with your winking perpetuity
shall be the last witness to my remorse
you - my lonely, reticent, stolid beacon
shall be the final testament
to every tear let in her stead
to every hapless heartache rent for her
to every soul-wrenching dream torn from the night
and to every last hush of her name on the wind
I throw it all down now
to crash on these jagged cliffs with the morning wake
to end where it was first entrusted
with the shutter of your winking eye
and the first misty beams ... of a new day.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Lighthouse" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.
You and I shook hands, shook hands with au revoir,
After the cold hard truth was talked,
And then, with no more words to utter,
We turned our backs… we walked,
With resolve and steel, going our way,
Each foot in front of the other,
Not looking back, but to the future ahead,
To the arms of a beautiful lover,
Neither of us knew the path we trod,
Made little lines of hope,
Repairing the words we had said,
Repairing the words we broke,
Until now, alone in my head,
My mind wanders that path back to you,
And remembers the beauty that we had,
Remembering the things we would do.
Dew broke, and all the frost and snow of world
with mega joy united their keen hands
All over Europe and United states
including some other countries also
Now begin famine of pink and montage
in fields and forest as well as human
indoor. All confined near orange fire place,
windows and doors all shut, hibernation
Decaying and dropping leaves of maples
They know death flows into another life
Is this why they and birch turn red yellow
Migrate the ducks toward southern pleasure
In love we embrace them and say adieu
Harvested field comes up, says, Au revoir
November 1, 2019
Pick A Title, Vol 10 - Blank Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Silently laid my eyes,
Upon tattered page piles,
the breeze had littered outside,
The garden far side
I picked up a dog eared page,
Brought back memories of the bygone age,
Of the days of sitting together,
In this garden, cuddling and smooching in cold weather.
On such a glorious winter day,
A long time ago, by the way,
I scribbled on this page love notes,
In double quotes.
Nostalgic now are,
Memories of “au revoir”,
Melancholy tones fill in,
My poignant heart to its brim.
A breeze now blows this dog eared page,
And I dully chase it with some rage,
To find it stuck to the old gum tree,
And as I see the page I begin to read all about me……………..
Silently laid my eyes,
Upon other tattered page piles,
the breeze had littered outside,
The garden far side……………………..
Blazing humidity & amazing stupidity
In a lather the palaver rather pathetic
Erasing hopes fans gazing splenetic
Starc’s all round pink ball cupidity
Never clever with willow or leather
Wide wild wafts at end of our tether
Snicked off again just a little feather
Helter skeltering in sweltering weather
The Aussies strengths of line & lengths
Our bowlers retort let’s go wide & short
Flopped blame copped catches dropped
No defense or pretence was just nonsense
Not just below par couldn’t wouldn’t spar
Which is why we say ta ra and au revoir
To the Ashes at our bete noir “the Gabbatoir”