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Our love was a mixture of dreams,
joy and pain, they were not of equal
parts.
Oh, but how they each tore the
heartstrings apart,
Now, we are at the crossroads of
parting ways,
So let’s admit to the World once more
and say It’s just you and I.
There’s no need for tears to cascade
down our cheeks or bitter words to
escape our lips in a sigh.
In this lifetime, we can only take a
glimpse as we pass each other by,
And from time to time, maybe wave
a hello or a goodbye,
I know the weight of our parting we
cannot bear, even for a day,
But time and destiny say this is where
we part, each going a separate way.
Our love from the past, we must not
dishonour,
For in our hearts, our cherished love
will be looking on, knowing it was a
privilege and an honour,
Promises made, we must now forget,
The memories that we made, we
shouldn’t ruin with thoughts of regret.
Like two ships passing in opposite
directions, we will pass each other
without taking that last never-ending
embrace,
And with a mutual understanding,
we have chosen an amicable parting,
so let’s accept our fate with dignity
and grace.
And as the sun sets on this chapter of
our love story, let’s wish each other
nothing but sheer delight,
Let’s fly high like an Eagle, with the
wings that love gave us, and to support
each other in fulfilling the rest of our
dreams still within our sight.
by Zyrool
New Voices Poetry Contest
Regina Mcintosh
She took him handly to her home
As her pleasures began to roam
Onto her bedroom she took flight
Her moon and stars danced the night
Under the covers of romance
Their wildfires began to advance
It spread and twisted all its might
Her moon and stars danced the night
She boxed her lover one by one
While their playgrounds cherished the fun
When the clock struck twelve she held tight
Her moon and stars danced the night
The legs of the night carried on
To a beautiful morning dawn
Their windows opened to the light
Her moon and stars danced the night
Innuendo where is cherished;
A bonding view that is carriage;
I miss the wall one to fall;
Beautiful painted portrait;
Engulfed painted portion;
Beautiful righteous God's painted canvas;
My environment strong;
Waving branches in the air;
Breathing that's so fair;
Farming laser grass,
growing as Paradise ;
The greenery what it means to me
So soothing all flowers strong and tall;
And of all the scenery;
What means more to me;
It's the hand that created all of these;
Right to sleep beautiful God's painted canvas;
9/30/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
The cold air makes the snow squeak
under your feet, as you walk.
And a sky of twinkling stars
will guide Santa's sleigh this eve.
Children are snuggled in bed,
dreaming of Christmas morning.
And parents share smiles and hugs,
filled with the joy this night brings.
Eaves strung with colored lights,
houses decorate the night.
And Santa Claus gets airborne,
with the help of Rudolph's nose.
The air is filled with music
as Christmas carolers sing.
And neighbors greet each other
in a cheerful, friendly way.
We celebrate Jesus's birth,
in a most befitting way.
For giving away presents
reminds us all of His love.
Christmas is a time of cheer
that's felt on no other day.
And a festival of faith,
cherished by both young and old.
(Blank Verse)
12/9/2016
Mom
I’m proud to be my mother’s son
Her last-born child, the youngest one
Her strength I draw with every breath
She fills my heart, long after death
Her kindness, loyalty and love will stay
She guides my path here every day
Her laugh and smiles were second to none
I’m full of pride for all she’s done
She filled my life with love and joy
I’ll always be, my Momma’s boy
Her memory I often share with others
She was loved and cherished, by me and my brothers
Grown up now with kids of my own
I’m thankful for the path I was shown
She gave me life and made me strong
In my heart, she will never be gone
Mother-Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Written: 9/18/2020
Another celebration,
Life's triumphant!
Joy's - Elation.
Amid happy sighs,
Glowing smiles,
Twinkling eyes;
The sweetness
Of this blessed
event
To memory now,
Sweet Moments
Spent.
When days grow
Cold,
Cherished; Perished
Days of gold
Warm heart,
And mind,
When times
Unkind.
Reign memories
In,
Amid the din.
Relive again!
Know Your Life's
Not lived
In vain!
*** Life’s Growing Joy Poem Within a Poem ***
My 70’s may be the decade
For reaching my pathway’s
Ends and Epiphanies: a service of ‘Lessons and Pains’
— To help my growing….
For example, Truths that I heard repeatedly,
I now believe well enough to take
My spirit from Dreams to Actuality — metaphorically then —
— I lean into the sky as a noteworthy Gnarly Tree…
Also a lesson such as, ‘God lives within us,’ although
It’s hard for me to understand why Our Holy God opts
To be threading through these rickety,
— These creaking and oddly angling limbs….
Plus, like so many of the eternal, quite externally-wrought necesities
Are thought to bring to us every happiness: from wealth or friends;
Or, all the sweet, easy hours of comfort soaking in starlight and sun,
— Ignoring the wildly waving grass underneath…
The knowing of happines raises its cherished supports not from beyond,
But from within hearts treasuring freedom and wonder,
Focussed on what is Other — in those moments when ego’s set aside —
— While divinely coaxed roots of Joy, grow deeper, longer
Through time, betwixt Heaven and Earth to blessedly radiate and thrive…
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(c) 6/22/2023 sally young eslinger
Thanks be to God—
* (In the Episcopal Church, just before Christmas, there
is a service called “Lessons and Carols,” telling the story of the birth of Christ.
** Please note! This could be considered an “Experimental” Poem, because, in a 2nd read, following the dashes, there IS to be found a poem-within-a-poem. Hope you enjoyed them both! Hugs & blessings,
sally
From Loneliness to Linkages
In the midst of a lonely night
With not a voice to greet the ear,
And not a human sign in sight,
Seated at a familiar desk
With faint fingers on the lap-top
And a thoughtful mind not at rest,
In the quietude of a room
I dare not ever call my own
I can hear my breath in the gloom,
The tick of the clock on the wall,
The rustling of the gentle winds
As they caress leaves that do fall
As feathers on the lowly ground,
The sharp shrilling sounds of crickets
And the quavering croaks of frogs
From a nearby verdant thicket.
From the loneliness of my room
I try to link up with the multitude
As I press down the keys of my laptop
To create verses in deep solitude
And rhythms with or without rhymes
In a freely structured version
Beyond the bounds of space and time
To convey my deep-seated emotions
Gathered in solitude and quietness,
Share my cherished thoughts and visions,
Impart images ingrained in my mind
In the daily course of my lonely life
To one and all who may wish to find,
In a bid to forge linkages with friends
Beyond the range of the oceans
And bring down the loneliness to an end
Written by Krishnanand Guptar
18 February 2023
Thought I perhaps should let all my friends see,
How touched I was on finding this letter to me,
Found by mistake, after so many years,
I collapsed into buckets of tears,
A treasure bequeathed to me, was meant to be.
POST-SCRIPT:
As the writing is faint
in the scan above I have typed it out
for ease of legibility.
Abu Ben Adhem
(poem by Hunt, James Henry Leigh)
(1784-1859)
Has been translated in Greek by
Dimitrios Stais (as per manuscript
in possession of his son Panos Stais)
This small note is sent to
Jennifer Alan Hunt, the great
grand-daughter of Dimitri
Stais.
Of course, poems of many other
authors of this "English Verse"
Oxford Book were translated
in Greek by Dimitris Stais,
but I simply make mention of
the one titled as above because
of the author's name. (HUNT)
May I express the
wish, dearest Jennifer, that
one of the future editions of
Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
comprise some of your cherished
poems.
With lots of love
your gd father
Panos
Athens 19th December 1968
I'm stealing a few moments from Father Time
to pen my thoughts on parchment pages.
I write of mirth we shared, sweet and sublime,
capturing it in recorded history of us for the ages.
As twilight broaches night, I write by candlelight,
scrawling thoughts that are roaming in my head...
those refusing to remain in my heart.
Though frowns have furrowed our brows
and etched wrinkles and creases on our faces,
we shared many more moments of laughter
that made us cry tears in streams of joy
rather than those wept in sorrow and sadness,
cherished memories of loving embraces.
There are things I could never find voice
to reveal. Perhaps, it's better that they
remained unspoken then. But I feel sure
my eyes told you more than any spoken
words could have made any clearer.
If you could see my eyes as shadows fall,
you'd be aware of more than I could bear
to read the drop of your shoulders,
and the rivulets shining on your cheeks
as moonlight begins peeking in the window.
In reading this, you have my heart's decree
that my love never died, but was magnified
year upon year with great depth of emotions.
And at its end, you'll find teardrop stains
smearing the ink that would never run dry
if I continued writing, but my confession
is long enough. It's in your possession
in this dour darkness without a whisper
I could offer in farewell, or one last embrace.