Long Celebrate Poems
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We are blessed to live in a world surrounded by beauty…
in the sky…on the land..the sea.
but today I’d like to take a moment and celebrate
some of the beauty we cannot see.
We cannot see the wind as she lifts the branches of the tree.
We cannot see the air we breathe…or the force of gravity.
We cannot see a child growing…even a child of our own.
Their growth is imperceptible…we only notice that they’ve grown.
An artist’s painting, an author’s book, a composer’s music…
these are things we are able to see…
but we cannot see their moment of inspiration…
their imagination
their creativity.
We cannot look inside another person and see their hopes, their dreams, their fears.
We cannot see the words ‘I love you’ travel from our lips to another’s ears.
Where our wishes are created…this we cannot see…
or where these wishes end up…once we set them free.
We cannot see the sadness that surrounds the soul when two lovers part.
We cannot see the hidden room where love begins in the comfort of our heart
I will never take for granted all the wonder…all the beauty surrounding me…
but every now and then I like to close my eyes and give a little thanks
for all the things I cannot see.
Days before Noël
We're ready to celebrate
With all the Poets
We ignore all the puppets
Everybody seems to be doing well
Xmas eve is a joyful and gleeful date.
Before the arrival of Xmas
It is a happy occasion for the mass
Children and adults rehearse
Everyone is athirst
Of a good time. Jesus is born
Beautiful lights sparkle on the lawn.
This is a very happy occasion
Everyone, regardless of religion
Enjoys the festivities, the party, the celebration
With a Christmas passion
Full of beauty, joy, love, lights and benediction.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Today’s the day that Henry’s 8.
He’s growing fast; we’ll celebrate
And though I love each stretch and stride,
A little pang can’t be denied.
The baby in my arms I rocked
As lullabies my mind unlocked;
The pudgy toddler on my lap,
Preferring stories to a nap.
The music classes and the gym;
(Though climbing high was not for him.)
The times when we would say goodbye
And he would follow us and cry.
Before the tablet and the Switch,
Together times were sweet and rich.
To be with Henry, sharp and bright,
Was absolute and pure delight.
Of course, he’s still the greatest boy
Who brings me lots of deep-felt joy
But as the years add up, I see
There’s much less time and need for me.
It should be thus; I can’t complain
And our connection will remain.
Yet as I glimpse back to the past,
I feel like it’s gone by too fast.
What’s in the grass and what do I know?
There are creepy and freaky things below.
All sorts of insects and crawly creatures
are among grass’ most fearsome features.
I wonder what else is in the grass,
seeds and stems in a crevasse?
They sprout and spread en masse
creating a soft sinking morass.
I believe there are secrets we’ll never see
perhaps some magic that’s in its esprit.
Maybe a fairy goddess or two
to order the chaos amid the fescue.
Who directs traffic so there’s no collision?
Who wields the power for that decision?
What and when do they celebrate?
There must be one they adulate.
Whatever is there I leave to that realm.
I won’t interfere or overwhelm.
I’ll welcome fresh grass in the spring
and wonder more, at what it may bring.
The Endless Poem : Part One - Requiem
This is the Endless Poem.
I shall always add more to this…My Requiem.
Requiem.
The Song for the Dead.
In life and death,
In thought, in breath,
In song I sing,
To The Restless Dead.
In life and death,
In thought, in breath,
In song I sing,
To The Restless Dead.
May they all rest in a sleep of peace
And never be forgotten.
For they have all once upon a time,
Allowed our hearts to be softened;
Or affected, or captured, or hurt.
But they are all gone now;
So celebrate their lives on this Earth.
In life and death,
In thought, in breath,
In song I sing,
To The Restless Dead.
In life and death,
In thought, in breath,
In song I sing,
To The Restless Dead.
The watchers,
The seekers,
The believers and non-believers,
To all Gods up above;
May we all rest in peace please?
In life and death,
In thought, in breath,
In song I sing,
To The Restless Dead.
In life and death,
In thought, in breath,
In song I sing,
To The Restless Dead.
This; I’m afraid to say,
For anyone who just began to feel at home.
This is the end of the first part of
The Endless Poem
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Summer is now fading and fall draws near
Chill in the morning and last thing at night
Leaves are dying out they'll soon disappear
Before they go we'll see colours delight.
Fall paints a canvas of blues, reds and gold
As late fall comes they'll be all blown away
By strong northerly gusts biting and cold
The low lying sun will shorten our day.
All the trees now take on an eerie scene
Skeletal limbs that look spooky at night
Kids trick or treat celebrate Halloween
Wear scary ghoul outfits in the moonlight.
The fall takes a bow it's now time to go
Winter marches in with frost, ice and snow.
Written 25th August 2020.
Blanket of Stardust Love by Linda Marie Sweetheart
"Blanket of Stardust Love"
beneath a blanket of stardust, soft melodious refrain
enchants golden moonlight while whispered words of love proclaim
affection and devotion sprinkled with snowflakes in horse drawn carriage
red velvet box tied with silvery bow, proposing lifelong marriage.
as sequined stars illuminate heart pattern of design
in wintry atmosphere pure warmth engaged emotions mine
an aura of sweet ambiance encircled as true turtledoves
caressed by kisses under a blanket of beautiful stardust love.
we pledged our special vows 'neath Summer's canopy twilight
upon a sandy beach in private alcove of joyous delight
through many years of tears and pain of heartache and sharing
your love was ever at my side for comforting and caring.
these golden years have fashioned journies we conquered together
love grows stronger when two blend one even in stormy weather
the depth of feelings increases as tender time rolls by
but in the end, through thick and thin, there remains you and I.
we celebrate our life so grand and thank God everyday
for bringing our paths to collide in His own precious way
in retrospect fond memories radiate love's glow
as stardust hovered over our hearts and started an irreversible flow.
Poem written by Linda Marie Sweetheart in 2012 before she left us for her heavenly abode. This is being reproduced here to honor her loving memory and muse with this post which is also being entered into -
The Uncontest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Posted on June 28, 2020
...I see people who celebrate
power only for its own sake,
who see tradition not as wisdom,
but just as something they should break,
who strip stories off all their heart,
replace that heart with talking points,
and when faced with other ideas
they throw a tantrum, wreck the joint.
Some expose their own families
for having their own point of view,
they hate your faith, but speak of theirs
and they’ll sick the hate mobs on you.
They’ll riot and burn down cities,
all while claiming it’s justified,
then act appalled when the same’s done
by the folks on the other side.
They’ll say they're ‘fighting racism’
with a segregated safe space,
then claim your skin is ‘identity,’
and to deny this means you ‘hate.’
They’ll protect any perversion,
no matter how sick or vile,
and hide their rich friends from the news
when shown to be pedophiles.
They’ll kill sixty million unborn,
celebrate the great evil done,
you can’t really be a leftist
and still remain a good person.
These things have become mutually exclusive.
When I do read the cards that sell like meth,
And see the crap men buy in hopes they’ll get laid;
When I behold the roses plucked to their death,
And wilted droops of petals proudly displayed;
When candy aisles I see are stocked with lies,
Which come in fancy boxes priced to sell,
And single broads in need of comfort supplies
Who on romantic nights feel lonely as hell;
Then of misfortune do I celebrate,
That I’ll not have to care about the day,
Since all my love the ex did confiscate
And spared me tons of stuff I hate - Hooray!
It’s nothing ‘gainst our friend, St. Valentine,
But less his holiday we’d be just fine.
1/21/2017
The new year has begun... another one to follow suit,
to all, both young or old,
the same it will unfold.
A time to celebrate...goodbye old year, and welcome new...
with wishes for a start
to pleasure every heart.
And always it's divided in the way which we expect...
four seasons every year;
same order to appear.
First quarter brings us winter...colder weather, ice, and snow;
although there's still bright sun,
most want our winter done.
Yet, landscapes are most beautiful, a winter wonderland
with lovely pristine snow...
when there's no place to go.
Next quarter brings us Spring..rebirthing of new, tender grass
surrounding buttercups
and daffodil lineups...
While trees fill out with velvet leaves that flutter in the breeze;
providing shade for all,
and bird nests, large and small.
The next three months make quarter three, a favorite for sure;
relaxing in the pool,
and trying to keep cool.
Vacation time to take a break...with family, spend time;
and be it at the shore...
wherever...wish for more.
The final quarter is the last in which we share some fun
like viewing autumn leaves
redecorate the trees.
And, Labor Day, Thanksgiving, and of course, our Christmastime;
bring holidays, for sure...
sweet bonding they ensure.
Then comes the last day of the year, another New Year's Eve.
Best wishes spread, and then...
it all will start again!
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: As Easy As A-B-B
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Judged: 01/07/2019