Long Caring Poems
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Oh to be laying on a bed
Of soft feathery fern
To rest my weary head
Not much left to learn
Except to look at the ceiling
There above the world
And know that what I'm feeling
Has brought my life unfurled
Freedom will come back to me
Freedom from the pain of life
Because for a moment I can see
& for a while I'll handle strife
Out here in the wild
Nothing can really matter
Soon will come my time to go
No importance if I'm fatter
Whether I'm dark or fair
Whether I'm short or tall
Black blond or red hair
doesn't count at all
What matters is the heart
Caring as a whole
Making a fresh start
To heal bleeding soul
When an end you are expecting
Every moment is a treasure
Of conflict your more accepting
Enjoying life with more pleasure
I need to get back out there
Away from the bother and clutter
Letting go of things, worry and care
Sludgy as a filthy gutter
It all holds me back
And I know the cure
But there's something I lack
My abilities are fewer
So I look out at my flowers
And try to get the feeling
Of spending peaceful hours
under starry ceiling
Surrounded by a sea of stars
Earth itself for my bed
Wondering if there's life on Mars
Releasing pointless fear and dread
Maybe I can push my body
To get up and go
But ,oh damn and hodge podgy
It's so painful and slow.
I am
Wednesday morning trips to the local library with my mom and younger siblings,
Wandering wondrous paths through bookshelves bustling with books.
Exploring, savoring, lingering inbetwixt paragraphs, sentences, words.
Spirited away to a fantasy far from my monotonous world.
I am
Impromptu tea parties, tiny rosy teacups, fitting easily in my tiny, delicate hands.
Drinking creamy green Irish breakfast tea, just like Mommy does,
Sneaking a sip of her nutty coffee, sweetened with brown sugar, lighted to a soft beige,
Giggling and rubbing gritty umber coffee grounds between our palms.
I am
Dancing, twirling, leaping to “Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy” in honey-sweet memories.
Repeating the same album, thrice over, harmonious Celtic melodies, fueling sappy daydreams.
Cherishing the singing birthday cards I’ve received, their chipper voices piercing my ears,
Gleefully opening and closing their bright covers until their songs are garbled and warped.
I am
Reminded of beauty in the juniper-colored liquid depths of my loved ceramic bear mug,
Kissing his forehead as I sip my favorite Irish breakfast tea, now grown out of creamers.
Strolling through the homely lanes of my memory, a ball of light in my chest.
Seeking her out, and finding that where I look, there she emerges.
I am
Still with my mother.
Carrying her memory, holding it gently, caring for it delicately.
Guided by her hand, her colorful spirit always brightening my smile.
And there she will live on, within me.
Women* in my family are God’s gifts indeed
Exemplifying their roles by their deed and creed.
Caring Mother showcases blest homemaker’s zest
Her partnership with Dad makes family’s love nest.
Sweet Sisters continue to share legacy well
Marked with conscientiousness wherein they do excel.
Strong Grandmoms’ industrious bearing still prevails
Through their brood’s hardworking trademark that never fails.
Dear Aunts are vouched with testimonies of kindness
By neighbours that have witnessed their genuine goodness.
Lady cousins remain steadfast public servants
Fulfilling assigned tasks as ministerial grants.
Daughters and nieces while in the Lord’s grace, flourish
Keep on being nourished from truths they must cherish.
*Proverbs 30:31 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.
June 28, 2022
2nd place, "Women in my family" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 7/12/2022.
A rainbow
not just Christmas lights,
why not,
menorah light?
An Advent wreath
of billowing candles,
a black harmonic Quanzaa light,
or Ramadan lantern’s haloes white?
Diversity is a rainbow,
colors of the world
impressed upon hearts
of generosity and faith
during the
happiest, blessed
days of the year.
Colors of red, brown,
yellow, white;
mixed hues refracting
joyous spirits.
A generous,
sharing, caring,
feeding, warming,
loving, singing,
ever so warm
and bright
time.
Pastels, chromatics,
bold and intense;
painted upon a world canvas,
a blending of
harmonic
elation
in glowing
celebration.
“I saw you, you coward, sitting there blowing words at me, using the tools in your house to attack me, pen, needles, blades and tent hooks. You had no mercy. I was sitting there all frightened where is all coming from. I saw a vision and it was you using the black magic ritual spells to ruin me. I saw my bedroom as my grave, sitting in a corner ready to be thrown In Hell. I was right it was you. I was so caring toward you but in reality, I didn’t trust you. You had a certain Oura about you which made my flesh crawl but I bided my time. I knew it was you holding that doll poking its eyes out. But one thing that I feel satisfied about is that others are about do it to you. You can’t hide. I won’t do anything but will see karma doing its thing. All I had to do was gather a crowd and let them know it was you.”
Life itself is bigger than any love affair
The magic of being in love may disappear
One partner may become tired of what both share
Leaving the other in a sad state of despair
If you are one with love that is still enduring
Please be thankful each day for what you are sharing
If the love you once shared has come to an ending
Though it may not be easy please stop your crying
The price you are now paying with your suffering
Is not worth someone who is no longer caring
So just wipe away all those tears and start smiling
Lift your head up and see the sun is still shining
Listen to the birds and you will hear them singing
Look at a sunset and enjoy what you're seeing
Feel the glorious warmth of the sunshine on your skin
Enjoy fully the wondrous beauty of living
Even though life may not be peaceful as a dove
Here is something you should always mindful of
Love of life is more precious than all other love
Grasp this sacred treasure with blessings from above
Created by God to give birth,
and to populate mother earth.
Though sin made the process painful,
to the task you have been faithful.
The children you bear may cause pain,
As Eve experienced with her Cain.
He chose to become a rebel,
and to kill his brother Abel.
You do not perfection possess,
this your children do confess.
But you possess rare qualities
and have many abilities.
After months of great discomfort,
you endure the pain of childbirth.
Then comes the nurture and caring,
and the years of burden-bearing.
Mom your roles are great in number,
causing you to resist slumber.
Before daylight, you start to stir,
And many days are but a blur.
God made you and gave you the skill,
and the heart his will to fulfill.
He gave you the job to mother,
and teach us to love each other.
Join with me, say thanks to mothers,
who are always helping others.
Be they well, sick, alive, or dead,
Never let their memory fade.
Say thanks to God each day for them,
Keep them forever in your head.
Who told you that?
You weren't there,
If I'm small to know,
Many tongue will err,
The listener is selling a tactful lie,
It's done with a croon,
I'm not a cruel heart to fly,
Every poison of truth settled to comply,
What else again?
I won't pick a brain,
Not about leasing you a reign,
She must be the older?
Yet still,I'm the beholder,
Where she's going I'm not caring,
Maybe when I do what she do,
Happiness will win for us two,
Mum already calls me Walkingshoes,
Thus the possession of active tools,
I'm lighted in a sun,
Come on,every work is ever done,
Since you're stiffed in my arm,
You're with the historical champ,
Secured from their wicked avenge,
Feel the trace of revenge,
Stay calmed!
You are one, you're the one.
With an outstanding, mysterious balance, thus exclusive.
In the midst of reasons, the planet laments you as the real reason.
Love burns more than fire, still you thrive as the Beloved.
Our choice, our pick, our option, you are the chosen one.
Special like blossom petals, the extraordinary special one.
As clean as the wind, your breath, the air that aids life.
The only purpose that channels ours.
A life that has forever lived, availing happiness and joy.
A thirst that creates the water, in light, you illuminate.
A teacher, the knowledge that brings word and languages, in sight, you're seen.
Celebrated as a champion, undisputedly a Prophet, the last, the best and differently the unique.
An engine that sails through timeless journeys with a voice that is heard.
Precious as the diamond rare like a KYAWTHUITE.
In purity you are the complete.
A heart, a body, and a soul, in simplicity, you are sophistication.
Eternally, loved Unconditionally.
You sink your kind-caring hands on us.
The Phenomenal ruler, the principled leader, in gold pathways you show, beautifully.
The reason beauty was created in the first place, in the open and especially in the hidden.
In fearlessness, you are the bravery.
In trustworthiness, you are the trust .
A human larger than life, yet humble in royalty .
Distributor of love, peace, and leadership, you give in generosity.
In justice, you are fair even when life isn't.
My answer and my solution, you drizzle hope, as a Son, as a Husband, as a Father and most importantly as the GREATEST PROPHET and HUMAN of all time (SAW).
Diane
Aging - gracefully,
contemplating life -
past, present, future,
holding tight to memories -
what was, what is yet to be,
grateful - for everything -
just happy at being alive;
loved
by a brother, sisters, nieces, nephews, my little dog;
lover,
friend, companion, partners sharing, caring, daring, losing
dreamer,
fictionalizing reality for better things,
hoping, working for better outcomes,
fearing irrelevance,
wanting what was that cannot be,
clinging to the dream unfulfilled, life that was
never meant to be;
let me dream
see the past in a better light,
love so deeply it can never die,
be the person I was always meant to be -
just me,
Living, residing in the land
still with remnants of the free
and the brave
thirsting for justice, truth and the American way;
Babbit.