Long Celebrations Poems
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Motherhood is the hardest thing I’ve done.
Some days it feels like I can’t see the sun.
Every day there is always something new—
The demands, the clinging—where is the clue?
Is it worth the energy and feeling so blue?
Some days I’m drowning, but I still push through,
My stomach in a bind from things I never knew.
It’s hard and challenging—I’m left wondering,
My eyes full of tears while I lie here pondering.
Through all of the hardships, the reward is pure bliss.
Those feelings melt away instantly with their kiss.
There are so many small things I want to remember.
Little moments in time that are oh so tender.
The smell of their soft round heads fills my heart,
Laughing at their faces when a berry is too tart.
The sound of their hands and feet on the floor,
Getting louder, faster, as they run to the door.
Intoxicating laughter as we fall to the ground,
The unexpected hugs when no one’s around.
While it’s still the hardest thing I’ll ever do,
The rewards outweigh the struggle—that much is true.
They grow up so fast—I wish time would slow:
From crawling to talking, then running the show.
Broken pieces I once had, they made brand new.
There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do.
I wanted them, now need them—can’t you see?
I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
At night when it’s quiet, my thoughts start to pray:
Will they still love and need me one day?
I hope they’ll always want me to stay—
For holidays, celebrations, all chapters of life.
They are my purpose, more than just being a wife.
They’ve made me who I am and pulled me from hell.
I’d drop anything for them at the ring of a bell.
One day I’ll be old and they won’t need me as much,
But for now I am grateful—thankful for such.
These kids are my world, my moon, my sun,
And still—motherhood is the hardest thing I’ve done.
Many a moment, and many a day
Through years of joy and
come what may
A promised vow, barely eighteen
Through many years of life
has seen
Back on that day in '77
I hoped for years of simply heaven
Our little home was dear to me
Yoked in loves matrimony
And when storm clouds came in the night
We weathered through and hung
On tight
Those were no simple words, that vow
To promise you and then allow
A world of storm to rip apart
Me, nor you, a sacred heart
Beneath the stars or beaming sun
Our heartbeats beat
My love, as one
Passing thresh holds,
joys and tears
To live as one throughout
The years
Through decades as
Man and wife
Through celebrations, joys
Or strife
Our love is sacred, and it's true
My heart beats
"Sweetheart, I love you!"
You're cherished
And so dear to me
Happy Anniversary!
Memory-rejuvenating…
Though fading, they evoke exuberance
of childhood achievements, verily delighting
midst milestones of might, mercy and miracles
while emerging triumphant from falls
to gain high fives, surpassing Olympic medals---
Oh, that was me with my Mom and Dad, very supportive
after my Kindergarten speech, successful by their directive!
Nostalgia-refueling…
Albeit decades of storage, they assert
adolescence-propelled vibrancy
inviting me to yearn for sports exhibitions or
outdoor games and festive celebrations
where vigor, valor, and vitality prevail---
Wow, that was me with my siblings, fully dressed
as courageous cowgirl and cowboys, indeed blessed!
Oblivion-renouncing…
Despite discoloration-attack
they keep on resurrecting every
family-bonding and faith-fervency fellowship
never to be buried in forgetfulness
along modern digital photography---
Oh, that was me with our clan, so filled with mirth
during big brother’s wedding, beyond royalty’s worth!
Throwback-refreshing…
Against complete fading, they deserve
restoration as precious treasures
recording jubilant events kept in the hearts
reinforcing occasions lingering in the minds
reminding goodness, greatness and graciousness of God---
Yes, that was me with loved ones, singing praises* to the Almighty
assured by His promise of eternal life and redemption toward eternity!
*Psalm 95:1 O come, let us sing unto the LORD: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.
September 18, 2024
3rd place, "Letters or Photographs" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Ink Empress; judged on 10/5/2024
Christmas celebrations come
so long awaited
and eagerly anticipated,
suddenly, surprisingly here.
Preparations all done
and now complete the day
as the arrivals come with presents one by one,
and wrappings are torn and thrown away.
Opened gifts now adorn the space
once memorializing the nativity’s place,
empty beneath the lights and tree
as Christmas songs play in harmony.
Tired children fall fast asleep,
as sugared candies become their treats
too tired now to stay awake and play
the end comes to a perfect day.
Eyelids tightly closed and satisfied
with new acquired gifts once only desired.
Sleepy adults ease back and rest,
with pure content, this Christmas is the best..
Bought out stores now closed for the scene
pocketed from children’s dreams.
Quickly now the day is almost done
completed by turkey dinners and tv shows in rerun.
Happy get togethers for family and for friends,
for floats and seasonal parades that never end.
Days of Christmas past, lost in other Decembers
and this Christmas, one more to remember.
That wonderful day in forty-five
Which made me feel glad to be alive
Returning home from across the sea
A chance meeting between you and me
Festivities raging in full swing
The feelings that living again will bring
I Looked across the crowded street
Saw someone looking Oh so sweet
In your uniform the nurses had worn
Slightly dirty, slightly torn
A lovely smile the captivated
Any man who would have waited
For your return to homely shores
That special person who soon would be yours
I did not know it would be me
All that beauty I could see
I smiled at you and dropped my pack
It made you laugh and look back
I plucked up courage just to try and see
If you would come for a drink with me
To my surprise you answered yes
From that moment on I would never guess
That love would smoulder for a while
I thought that you would run a mile
We danced the evening away until the dawning
At the Pallais Ballroom then in the morning
I took you home, not far away
And hoped I would see you another day
Next evening celebrations were still going strong
You would have thought that there had been nothing wrong
Least of all a six year war
That razed our county to the core
The rubble that used to be our street
Now flattened like a bedroom sheet
But no one cared no more wartime noise
Just people trying to regain prewar poise
Our first kiss I remember well
And it felt kinds swell
Your eyes were closed so I closed mine
Our arms wrapped tightly, it felt fine
You looked radiant despite the dust
I was shattered but felt I must
Keep you close away from harm
It must have been my magnetic charm
Not long later, a few dates more
I asked the question and I felt sure
You would say yes, which is what you did reply
We hugged and kissed which surprised a few people passing bye
I put the ring on your finger
And we named the day we did not linger
Married three months later to the day
You first smiled at me when you came my way.
After fifty years we are still together
It just proves that love can last forever
I still smile and laugh as I remember that day
When a beautiful angel came my way.
I wrote this for my mom since it's the anniversary of her passing today
Today marks the day, my heart's heavy stone,
A decade has gone by, yet grief fills my heart even more so at home
Mom, I'm missing you more than words could ever say,
Every milestone, every memory, every second of everyday.
I wish you could've met Ethan he’s a King for shore,
Your love would've wrapped him tight, and he still would of loved you more.
I reminisce on robbed moments, celebrations we should of shared,
Memories that are incomplete without you there.
ALS took you from me, a cruel, heartless fate,
Leaving me feeling lost and alone , a love and feeling that’s impossible to imitate.
I wish you were here, to help guide me through life's strife, my true compass, always steering me right to the light. Before you passed I used to think it’s darkest at night, but since I lost you I see that I wasn’t right.
It's darkest in my head now that you’ve gone away.
To share in joys, or even wipe my tears away.
In dreams and memories, you're still by my side,
A constant presence who saw right through me & All the pain that I hide.
True love and acceptance you always did provide,
The Love we shared nothing could ever compare.
Even though physically Im aware your not there,
I try to be like you, the best mom which no one can compare.
One day I’ll see you again that I have to believe.
When I look in the mirror it makes sense I see that you do live on inside of me.
When I look up at the sky I hope to see you there ,
Pain free and smiling keeping an eye on all of us from up there.
I'll tell Ethan stories of you're honesty, guidance and light,
The way you shone, like a star, on a darkest night.
He'll know your spirit, your strength through
And though , even though you're gone, the mark you left was pure and true
Today's a rough day, but I'll get through the pain,
Knowing you're watching over me, guiding me through life and all that remains, a beacon in the night,
Guiding me forward, until we met again
I love you mom,
I hope I'm making you proud
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Courtly days of knights so gallant,
And demure damsels in distress;
Hearken ye to this admiring descant,
Of chivalry and sheer noblesse.
Nights of satin and days of adventure,
Of heroes and villains vile,
Of windborne blossoms, dark allure,
Which made the ladies blush and smile.
Dangerous and many an escapade
Helped to guard the palace walls;
For love, for honor, men met blade.
Celebrations in the banquet halls.
Nights of romance and of mystery,
Which held a strange power!
As does a haunting symphony;
Rescued princess from the Ivory Tower!
Early, early, my little red rooster,
Thou shalt greet the new dawn;
Give the day a little booster,
For the knights of chivalry are gone!
October Flames
Red is by far one of the very best colors…of fall.
It lends itself to amber and sunburst yellow friends,
that hang beside its royal presence in the trees.
It is the last sign, the blood of summer,
before the death of leaves.
That is not a sad event, but one of splendor.
The joy of every change… are the very seasons of our lives.
Some are full of the best, and some are not.
All the remembrances and memories of our days,
like the seasons are not by choice, but event.
Choose to embrace the celebrations,
as they come and go.
Be mindful that good and bad,
are often intertwined.
Reflect on them…
They belong to you.
All!
Many decades..
There has been a war on psychedelics..
In the western world..
It had been ridiculed..
It had been banned..
It had been surrounded by negativity..
Tremendous darkness
False accusations had been drawn against it..
Had been misinformed..
As to its actual cause..
Placed in the same light as..
A toxic substance
Represented only dark forces..
The dark forces are the laboratories
Of which creates chemicals..
A toxic poisonous cocktail..
Combined with Mother Nature's own..
Thus then blames the natural plant..
For dangerous side effects..
In retrospect..
Pure pshycedelics is part of nature..
A natural plant..
Exclusively for the mind, body, and soul..
It has existed since the beginning of time..
Indigenous tribes from every corner of this Universe..
Had embraced it..
Medicinal purposes..
Healing..
Becoming in touch with Divinity..
Whether it is psyilocybin mushrooms..
Ayahuasca..
It matters not..
Enforces a gateway to divinity..
Though the Conscious is always in direct communication..
With the subconscious..
Lack of awareness exists..
Therefore Human conciousness dismisses it..
It matters not..
Awareness..
Unawareness..
Both are in direct communication..
Psycadelics boosts one's memory a bit..
Of who you really are..
A rememberance and celebrations..
Of thyself..
The true essence of who you are..
Divine interventions..
Is caused by psychedelics..
A gateway filled with discernment
An eye opening introduction to thyself..
An eye opening experience
A life altering change..
An altered state of conciousness..
To connenct with your own divinity..
Become consciously aware of all there is..
Embark on a blissful journey..
A trip one shall never forget..
A safe enviroment is a must..
surrounded by loved one's is a plus..
To experience a jumpstart on thyself..
Is the recipe for ..
A delectable experience..
Western society had banished psychedelics..
Banishment was..
Still is..
To deny ..
To supress..
One to walk an enlightened path..
A path to divinity..
Of which is their own..
To know thyself..
I pass a lot of houses in the quiet of the morning as I walk the streets alone.
It gives me time to think about how every house has a story all its own.
And though every story of each house is unique and different…
they’re not as different as they seem.
I imagine the story of each house follows a similar, complementary theme.
Let’s say two newlyweds or two partners are looking for a house…
Let’s say they never bought a house before.
I imagine there’s a feeling they get when they step through the front door.
Perhaps they share a look, perhaps tighten the grip on each other’s hand…then sigh….
as so many dreams of the future play out before their eyes.
They see babies crawling, children drawing crayons figures on the walls.
They hear the sound of those same children laughing…running through the halls.
They see Fairy Tales being read as they tuck their children into bed.
They see a family seated around a table sharing stories as they’re fed.
They see many moments of happiness together while the children are still young.
Christmases, holidays, celebrations…Happy Birthday’s being sung.
They see their children growing up, getting driver’s license, their first date.
They see themselves waiting up anxiously for their children…who are late.
They see their young adults heading off to college or a job…
They imagine all the places they might roam…
They see their bedroom waiting patiently should they return back home.
They see grandchildren crawling, drawing crayon figures on the walls
They see those same grandchildren laughing…running through the halls.
They imagine a time way off in the future…they know not when…or why
once this house has fulfilled her duties…it will be time to say goodbye.
And as they sell to newlyweds or partners they will all pause in the doorway for a while
as together, for a moment they share a loving smile.
Each smile has it’s own meaning…each one differently defined…
as one couple imagines a happy future…and the other…
the happy past they leave behind