Long Candles Poems
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When fate decides to bring you love,
Your old ways may need a little shove.
Open your eyes and welcome the truth,
That someone you searched for in youth.
The smile, quick wit just closed the deal,
There’s no denying the magnetic appeal.
Standing before you waiting for the word,
Commitment to marriage must be assured.
The Trevi fountain only needs one coin,
For love to flourish and your souls to join.
Actions of love demonstrate true caring,
The time is now to begin your sharing,
Blue and pink candles are woman and man,
The white candle begins the marriage plan.
Together they join, the flames shine bright,
Brought together by two families - this light.
Good times and bad will come to pass,
Now its time to toast and raise a glass.
For you will now become man and wife,
Forever in love - creating your new life.
In the marriage ceremony a pink candle is lit by the bride’s mother and a blue candle is lit by the groom’s mother, then the bride and groom light the white candle together. The pink and blue candles can be returned to parents or just left burning. It’s beautifully symbolic.
Written September 8, 2012
For Janette Fisher’s contest
“When Fate Decides”
Mashed potatoes, Mom’s heavenly creation.
Such a gourmet creation, was an alpine white.
Green beans, like a Christmas decoration.
Candles were benevolently, not bright.
I can still inbreahe steaks, sizzling in a pan.
Hot Croissants were nestled on the table
Tinkling glassware in my young girl’s hands.
Angelic youth, ever, tender, soft and stable
Prayers were recited.
Then, our dinner began.
3/27/2023
Dedicated in memory of the the loss of the three children and
adults murdered in Nashville this morning in a Christian school.
In a small dining room enclosed by three walls, a setting for two. Two candles across from each other lit cast shadows on the ceiling above the crystal chandelier. The round maple table- mirrors and reflects two tall wine glasses half filled with pink Champaign. On folded pink colored napkins three tine forks paired with matching gold handled knives compliment the candle holders. two pure white porcelain plates with saucers with gold trim shine. In the background on the center white wall, a black framed painting of autumn trees sits rectangular. To the left and right are two pedestals each with a bouquet of red roses resting atop. To the wall on the right a curio filled with Swarovski-"Wonders of the sea" Chrystal figures. To the wall on the left a roman numeral oval shaped clock with the time showing 4:45 pm. In the middle of the table is a small roasted turkey. Cranberries, potatoes and stuffing all in separate matching gold trimmed bowls 'round the turkey. On the dark oak floor, in the middle of the two chairs a golden retriever waits patiently.
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11/20/2021
A few more hours
the world will count
a new year in
a new year out
and here am I
within your arms
I count the time
by all your charms
Our bodies sway
you hold me tight
the candles blaze
On New Year's Night
the fireworks
within your eyes
now scintillate
along my thighs
we celebrate
the time draws near
that burst of love
to other sphere
the TV lights
dance to and fro
the countdown on
in passion glow
I see your face
bathed in desire
we're almost there
you rock me higher
And then as one
we burst in flame
"The New Year's come"
we both exclaim!!
What better place
for you and me
than in the throes
of ecstasy!!!
You hear me sigh
and sweetly say,
"My New Year's joy
is here to stay.""
Eileen Manassian
In the shadow of the night, when the wind weaves endless spells,
There you stand, eternal rock, at war with time itself.
The night, with its new moon voice, whispers to you its secrets,
And you, living stone, clench your soul in the citadel of mystery.
Dawn brings you serenades from the infinite, hails you undefeated,
Watching as the universe regains its voice,
In the dialogue of the wind, in the celestial solstices,
You hide your soul, a relic, in a smile stolen from unbound times.
From the depths, the past measures you with ash-filled gazes,
Holding within memories sealed in ancestral oblivion,
You remember how you unleashed dreams, letting the music of your heart reign,
And you rest your forehead in the palm of eternity, dressing in the garment of silence.
Listening to the whisper of the cold seasons,
Your fingers open the frozen chest of your ancient pain.
Your soul, caught between two worlds, in crystalline silence,
Counts your heart's steps on the thin path of time,
Turning your gaze upon yourself, seeking in the mirror of the present,
Examining your eyes, lost among the leaves of time.
The wind interweaves its song with your being,
You are the rock in the face of the storm, the stone in the temple of the night,
Dawn kisses your existence with promises of strength,
You are the power, carved in the heart of the world.
With your hand, you capture the wind, hold onto the rock of fate,
Turn yearning into beads of dew,
Seal the pain in the stone heart, crown it with oblivion,
Embrace the infinite, bind your soul to the sky,
Tie spring to your footsteps, lighting your path,
And you walk the road of life, weaving a song of freedom with your smile.
In the magic of the night, you rise, an unyielding rock,
In the embrace of silence, you are an unsolved sphinx,
And as dawn spills its light, you take on its courageous song,
Living statue, in a story where each step becomes mystical.
The wind becomes your companion, lighting the candles of hope,
You hide in stone an eternal fire, a trap for forgetting.
In your hands, you mold eternity,
And your heart, a tall tree, embraces the sky in rare harmony.
Thus, on the paths of life, fearless, with spring beneath your bare feet,
You step to the rhythm of an everlasting song, in a world where every moment is magical.
my little girl is lighting scented candles tonight
she is recovering from pneumonia and in is in her best mood in forever
i play her favorite Christmas song by the late dan fogelberg
we become lost and run out of things to say as well
love is speaking right now, and it is not to be disturbed
after she finishes her chicken and shells soup and sandwich, she comes over to me and jumps on my lap
i wrap her in her favorite blanket and play the song again
i smile as a quiet tear falls as she snuggles up in her blanket
i know that sleep is tapping on her shoulder gently
she responds as always
i simply rejoice
the smell of apples and cinnamon fills the air with yuletide divine contentment
The moon is a lonely man's chalice to drink from
drunken paradise in such darkness we cling unto the light
where the warmth of a thousand candles flickers inside
there it dances with the shadows of dreams
Once upon a time crowned with the stars aura
perfectly falling like lightening you came in a heart burst
flames one in a hundred miracles lovingly wrapped up
within a gift gem pearl of the oceans wave turns around
Caressed through a soul captured breath
salted with the sweetest spice of the earth
Burning down the mountain trails held in a silent moment
giving someone the power over us in truth
heaven within your light forever calls
Written 11-11-2020
Contest: Lay November Poetry
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Orange, brown and red oak leaves with spots galore,
Blowing out piles into my front door,
Pumpkin spice, hot candles, cinnamon bread,
Our campfire is deliciously red.
Jack-o-lanterns gone, witches put away.
So welcome to a fine November day.
The cool weather makes me want to soar,
We feel that next month frost is in store,
Thanksgivings Day finds us very well fed.
Smiling memories of people long dead,
Flirting squirrels flirt and gently sashay,
Ushering in Christmas, merry and gay.
Written 11-11-2020
Contest: Lay November Poetry
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Crystalline sparkling day, translucent night sky,
the harbinger of cheer-laced Christmas time
we celebrated drinking the dregs of cupful joy of heart,
sharing with our long-time neighbor
since when I didn’t remember,
but the luminous smile of their little daughter,
dancing around the glittering Christmas tree,
I didn't forget and waited the whole year to see.
Christmas came that year on the frozen wings
of the melancholic winds of whispering despair,
blew all the candles out, the light disappeared,
searching for the smile on the face of the girl,
gone away somewhere else unreachable
to dance and smile in white Christmas splendor.
My heart mourned the void that engulfed
the dark Christmas night falling on my neighbor.
November 27, 2018
Posted for Contest : Christmas Mourning
Sponsor : PS Awtry
December 9, 2019
Now posted for Contest : Writing Challenge-December, 2019- I Want
Christmas Poems
Sponsor : Dear Heart-Wiishkobi Ode
The reign of death will last as long as time
As judgment comes like bitter gall's wormwood
The candles lit will cause the bells to chime
Unwind its passing days that we've withstood
Silent in our repose we lay disguised
This ending to our minuscule of years
A Heaven's Kingdom, minds have actualized
To quell the fear unknown when it appears
We have no way to ever vanquish death
Disperses victims on its own accord
When life cannot persuade another breath
We find Charon's ferry and get aboard
The fear of what's beyond, its silence grows
The truth from questions asked is no one knows
10/20/17