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Love
I see it piled sky high on the supermarket shelves
Perfect pink packaging containing calorific chocolates and cute cuddly toys,
seductive scents or sexy silk underwear
Slushy Valentine’s cards with ridiculous romantic rhymes
Stick on a cardboard heart and it's not just the vendor who is smiling!
A sea of red roses that stretches as far as the eye can see
Notice how the prices inflate higher than a helium 'I Love You' balloon
Yet on 15th February everything will be half price
Is this the price of true love or am I just a cynic?
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I love you my darling,
you are my forever . . .
Oh, this love that lives within my thoughts,
and within my captured heart!
How I adore your wayward hair,
that falls out of place all the time.
The red roses and chocolates you bring,
the pearls you place around my neck,
your silly smile . . .
the promised passion of two entangled souls,
this sweet Valentines Day!
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January 28, 2017
Poetry/Verse/This Sweet Valentine
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9865-81-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Put Me In The Mood
sponsor, Mystic Rose
Second Place
Eggs, candies, bunnies, pastels, decors, chocolates,
Brunches, desserts, and white lilies with ice droplets;
Wearing clothes, church-going, wish parading, dining,
Doesn't Easter seem like newer events designing...?
With hullabaloo of festive fun and frolic,
The day dawns and goes down with euphoric rollick;
At almost near the brink of sleepy dizziness,
With rays of muse hearts will fall into encumber:
The history-mystery mix of those tough times,
The Pharisees and Sadducees, and their continued crimes;
The Jewish religion and the rude Roman laws,
All, to kill Jesus, tried ever, to find a cause...!
With the cruel sentence of carrying the cross,
The scourge, fall and rise, whip-thrash, and dignity loss;
His body was broken and his blood was poured out,
He trusted his father's will, yet, beyond all doubt...!
The tomb could not hold him, just like the mother's womb,
Graves opened erupting many a mercy flume;
Death, like a dead log or rock, is seen lying dead,
Life, like a lion leaps, let free of every thread...!
The defeat of death; the flow of fullness of life,
True human salvation, and sacrificial strife;
Forgiveness and freedom of the Father divine,
Easter is about newness - new skin and new wine
18 March 2023
Easter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Rhyme Checked At: Rhyme Zone
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Sweet Things
Aunt Candy was the candy lady and her name fit just fine.
She made mountains of chocolates, every kind.
Whip whistles that popped, crunchy things that dropped,
In your mouth, from a spoon, you sang a tune.
White chocolate, like snow.
Out-lining the holidays with winter fun.
Dark chocolate, mysterious and romantic,
only for the older crowd,
the daring “do’s”, the lovers of life.
Milk so sweet, and fun to eat.
Shaped… and draped… on a cake…
Foolish children eat and eat, they can not see their feet.
Smiles on their faces that make you laugh.
My memories must be strong, as now she is…gone.
It is up to me to carry on.
A bag of chocolate and a melting pot,
that is a good beginning…
to hit the spot.
He gave me a wink, trying to flirt with my heart
and his box of chocolates looked simply divine
He smiled like Cupid had hit him with a dart
Then he asked me, "Darlin,' will you be mine?"
I looked deep into his honeyed brown eyes
and smiled back, saying, "Not a chance, Romeo."
You don't fool me. I recognize your cheesy lies.
I heard you like sweet talkin' other girls, Gigolo."
"I'd like to tell you where to shove this candy.
If you think I'd trust a womanizer, you're stupid.
You're pathetic when you act macho and randy.
I'd like to shoot an arrow at the butt of Cupid."
The Home Goods store is packed with stuff
That no one really needs.
It’s kind of like a garden filled
With bright and cheerful weeds.
You stroll the aisles and start to pluck
Some items from a shelf,
Each one designed to make you buy
A present for yourself.
A fish-shaped plate, a speckled bowl,
Some baskets of bamboo,
Plus pillows, frames and placemats -
All just waiting there for you.
A separate section carries food,
Like chocolates and snacks,
While cards and wrapping paper fill,
With toys, adjoining racks.
Some furniture is worth a look -
A cabinet or chair,
But better snatch it up because
Next week it won’t be there.
It’s fun to spend an hour
In this store, without a doubt,
Though guaranteed you’ll leave with things
You sure could do without.
Touches Of Sugar
Her Valentine bouquet
Carries his touches
Touches her heart
Touches it nice
Nice was the dinner and show
Nice was the ribbons and bows
Bows of cupid's arrow of love
Bows of nuts dipped in chocolate
Chocolate delights
Chocolates in a box preserved
Preserved is her sweetness
Preserved are her lonely harp strings
Strings for his heart to play
Strings excite at once
Once it began
Once a precipice
Precipice to seed
Precipice to grow
Grow, grow under the waterfall
Grow, like flowers to sun
Sun, sun so radiant
Sun, sun reins in it's beautiful head
Head he goes into passages of warmth
Head they go spinning out of control
Control their ebb and tides
Control of his head in the clouds
Clouds, clouds so cumulus
Clouds burst into nature's cries
Cry, cry an echo
Cry, cry a song duet
Duet sprang from their hearts
Duet, duet again
Again her bouquet gleams
Again spring flowers sing
Sing the petals to spring
Sing the stem to spring
Spring freshness permeates the air
Spring fertiles their souls
Souls began to grow from the night
Souls arose again
Again the clouds burst
Again echoes in the sky
Sky, now, a twinkle of stars and bright moon
Sky draping sweet lullabies to sleep
Sleep resting, embraced in bosoms
Sleep resting, spooned sugar
Sugar and spice crystallizing
Sugar drops under the auspices of tears
tears ...
crystallizing ...
connie pachecho
2/1/17
A Magical Family Christmas
The smell of flickering, tall balsam candles,
reflecting on the mirrored wall.
Heavenly music dancing mixed with the loving
voices of a large, close family.
The Noble Fir standing like a grand king, his
aromatic good cheer , is back, like last year.
Piles of presents, almost halfway to the ceiling,
wrapped with love.
Bowls of nuts, chocolates, candy canes and bon-
bons~ ah~the sweetest smell.
Oh, the excitement , so bright, this fantastic
Holy Night.
Our children, grandchildren, going to sleep in
giggling, anticipatory delight.
I wish it were more than once a year, the love,
the wholesomeness of family.
Always brings on grateful, holiday,happiness tears.
December 21, 2019
"A grandma is someone who plays a special part in all the treasured memories we hold within our heart."
- Unknown
My grandma used to sing aloud
With a sweet voice, she was endowed
Clapping her hands, she used to praise
With a loud voice, praying always
My grandma used to smile a lot
I remember her on her cot
She loved to eat bananas ripe
And chocolates of any type
My grandma used to love us all
She loved to give us presents small
Sometimes toffee, sometimes money
She was the sweetest and funny
My grandma loved my dad so much
She had the softest wrinkled touch
She had a memory so sharp
Spreading God's love, she was His harp
My grandma is in heaven now
No more pain or a troubled brow
Someday soon, I will meet her there
What a hope! Such joy we will share!
23rd February 2023
For Constance La France's "Writing challenge - G words" contest
Topic chosen : Grandma
I love you are the words I want to say,
when I can see you for even a second.
miss your gentle kisses on forehead,
the hugs which assured me that,
everything gonna be alright.
Now the days are loud and dusty,
with explosives all around.
And the nights?
I forgot how it looked with
stars and the moon.
Dad/mom,I cry myself to sleep,
so i can see you atleast in my dreams,
playing with you , games,
my friends have taught me.
But I wake up in the middle,
with scary monsters eating me up.
Look around me to find you,
but all I see other kids like me,
scared and shivering in their sleep.
Then I just gaze in to the night sky
through the tattered shelter above,
with teary eyes.
People ask me that do I miss you ?
my lips gets stuck ,my eyes water
and my soul cries.
They ask me about future and dreams.
I had a dream to build things,
now just am collecting my shattered
pieces of my heart and soul.
I pray to god everyday,to bring you
back to me.
You said the world outside is huge,
beautiful and people are kind.
Is that true?
People can kill you,without really
Killing you.
please come back,will let go off
ice-creams and chocolates, wont trouble you,
will study and do homework.
And tell mom,that i will be obedient and take
care of my little sister.
I'm ten but has pain and wisdom
of a 1000 yr old.
can you please ask a question for me to god,
what does war bring to the world.
Tell him that I have lost everything
and ask what have they gained?
PS:This poem is an attempt to present the thoughts and turmoil kids faced during and after war(could be any war in their country) and not to hurt or wrong anyone.Hope this poem did justice and would like the readers to share their opinion. Thank you.