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A Mothers Love From Heaven

?The world feels a little more quiet today,
Without your voice to lead the way.
But I look to the sky, to the soft morning light,
And know that you’re watching, far out of sight.
?Though I can’t reach out and take your hand,
Or walk beside you across the land,
I feel your warmth in the breeze that blows,
And the steady love that only a mother knows.
?You’re in every memory, every smile I wear,
A beautiful spirit, beyond any compare.
Today I’ll remember the life that you led,
And all of the kind words you ever had said.
?So Happy Mother’s Day, up in the blue,
Until the day I’m back home with you.
I’ll hold you close in my heart, deep and true,
And live every day as a tribute to you.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Whispered Melodies - First Place Contest Winner

In the twilight's golden glow,
Where the sighing breeze does blow,
A hushed song fills the tranquil air.
A melody that's beyond compare.

The trees sway in a graceful dance.
As the wind weaves its whispered romance,
Leaves rustling in rhythm, so serene,
Nature's orchestra, a living dream, keen.

The moonlight bathes the world in silver.
As stars twinkle, a celestial quiver
"The silent song of the sighing breeze" 
Of love and longing across the seas,

Through valleys and mountains, it softly glides,
Bringing solace to hearts that have cried
In the stillness of the night's embrace,
The breeze's song paints a picture of grace.

Whispered melodies, gentle and true,
They speak of love, of hopes anew,
Of dreams that blossom under the moon,
And the promises whispered in lovers' tune.

In every rustle, in every sigh,
The breeze tells stories of days gone by.
Of lovers' kisses under starlit skies,
Of stolen moments and passionate ties.

It carries secrets from distant lands.
Whispered melodies from afar-off sands.
The hushed song of the sighing breeze,
Brings peace and comfort and puts hearts at ease.

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© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Pleasant Autumn Day

Autumn has come and the golden sun
                           Which shines in the garden today
                          Is gentler now, and a walk will allow
                            Without making us all melt away

                      In August, it was scorching and blazing
                            A furnace is mild in compare
                       Now it's warmth is a joy and amazing
                           This day is so pleasant and fair

                           In summer I felt like a captive
                    From the house we would jump in the car
                          We really weren't feeling adaptive
                          In 110 degree heat...can't stroll far

                        October has come, and we praise God
                          The summer is gone, we're so glad
                      Now over the garden and backyard I trod
                      With my children, and their precious dad
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Sweet Talking Potatoes

Casting my net
love over centuries
storms across
the sands 

Blowing deeply
inside deeper
than the skeleton
i speak 
out from
my soul

In an arid desert
blinding oasis
echoing beauty

Blowing whispers
whistling beats
floating your words 
just keep 
bringing sunshine 
into my life

it amazes me
with your honey 
sweet speaking bees
golden honey coated
laughs out lights 
upon the face 
as my heart 
shines out 

Trying 
to dazzle 
you with good
tasting sweet vibes
your beauty 
in my eyes
sparkling bursts
 
Only a lion 
roaring in 
the jungle 
of his life 
through the eyes 
of centuries
 
I am hot 
on your tail
sparkling stars 
from the pyramids 

I want 
to be your 
Mark Anthony 
as you honey 
go back 
in time 

Grasping out
into the ages
to Helen 
of Troy 
her beauty
was beyond compare
so the legend
has it

Launched one
thousand ships
the might and force
of an empire
so powerful 
a feeling

Great empires 
could fall 
when a man
is head
over heels 
truly loves 
a woman

Premium Member Distinctly Green

Rich distinctly green chromatic crystals
grow in the molten heart of Mother Earth.
Aptly called gems of spring; emeralds are
stones of rebirth fertility and worth.

As tokens of unconditional love 
emeralds became the birthstone of May.
Flawless jewels are exceptional finds
generating steep prices people pay.

Faceted by skilled hands of a master
light pools within a sea of liquid green.
And its allure borders on hypnotic 
inviting your eyes to swim in its sheen.

Valued the world’s most expensive jewel 
inclusion free emeralds are that rare.
A coveted crystal beyond all others
the largest diamond cannot compare.


(Rhyme)


05,04,2019
TRIBUTE TO A PRECIOUS OR SEMI-PRECIOUS GEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Today

Gazing at the portrait,time's silent gauge,
I recalled a memory from long ago.
Your youthful beauty set my heart ablaze
With figure divine and face aglow .

In days of old,you held me in your thrall
Your charm a force I could not resist.
Now as I stand before this faded wall,
I'm reminded of the joy your presence kissed.

Though years have passed the image so clear,
Of how you once captivated me,my dear.
Your gorgeous form,a sight beyond compare,
And charming visage that made my heart adhere 

This portrait speaks of time's relentless march,
Yet in my mind,your youth remains unmarred .

Premium Member Christmas Family Photo

One of my favorite parts of Christmas is not the joy and merriment we make…it’s not the presents…or the food…it’s the family photo that we take.

Our yearly Christmas photo, a gift that can’t be bought…shows the changes within our family another year has brought.

Change is subtle…occurring gradually throughout our days and nights…our Christmas photo, capturing a moment in time, brings our changes into the light.

Some changes are easy to see…they don’t involve a lot of thinking…like how our children and now grandchildren have grown taller…while Deborah and I are shrinking.

It is easy to see the changes we’ve all made physically…but each year our Christmas photo makes me think of the changes I cannot see.

What were our highs and lows this year…who had joys…who had heartaches along the way…who finished school, who changed jobs, who came home…who moved away.

But my favorite part as I view those who in this years photo are cast…is the moment I take this years photo and compare it with Christmas photos of the past…

Looking back…I can see all the changes in our lives that have taken place…but I still see the same smiles…the same love on every face.

I think that’s why I love our Christmas family photos so much…why they give ma such a thrill…because I can see the things about us that have changed…and the one thing that never will.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Ode to Callie Cat

Callie had lived outside in the cold and borne a litter;
by the time we got her, but she was never bitter.

We took her in. She craved being inside.
Never did we worry she’d run away or hide.

Though sickly and skinny, she didn’t stay like that.
She thrived and even got a little fat!

Callie was so sweet and always followed me.
I’d hear her bell’s ting-a-ling and there she’d be.

The queen of our house, that tortoise-shell was shrewd.
She’d tap my head to wake me for her morning food.

When she was eighteen, light left her pretty eyes,
for there came to her a thing I grew to despise.

Cancer crept beneath her skin -cruel and unseen.
I couldn’t bear to see her soft fur lose its sheen.

She’d howl with pain and hide beneath our bed.
I took her to the vet’s where I cradled Callie’s head.

I watched her eyes grow dim; then her spirit left,
leaving me in tears and feeling so bereft.

No cat that I’ve had since her ever could compare.
In heaven may I meet dear Callie Cat up there.
cat
Form: Ode

Under The Rubble

Falling into a dream apposed to their reality,
Living what seems to be the idea of their own personal fantasy,
The character they play is more than they are,
This egotistical deception steals their own heart,
Why is simple not enough? Why must they compare?,
What purpose does the mask hold? Why is it there?,
When innocence tried to hold on with all its might,
Until they realized that this world is just one big fight,
To steal away empathy, love, and compassion,
And driving them to replace love with deception,
Instead of digging through the rubble of a broken world,
Or holding the hand of the heartbroken until their wounds are healed,
Or taking the time to see under the behavior that has caused so much pain,
Having the love and patience not to leave them this way,

Premium Member He Had This Dream

Growing up he had this dream…to be a millionaire…
He’d live in a beautiful house, 
drive a fancy car 
and have wealth beyond compare.

He’d skate through a life of happiness, never wear a frown
There’d be no reason to be sad…for he’d be the richest man in town.

Then he grew up, got married…suddenly…lo and behold
with a family that was growing he put his initial dream on hold.

With these new responsibilities came some apprehension and some doubt
Now a healthy, happy family was all he dreamed about.

Then something wonderful happened…for as his family grew
he looked around and realized…his simple dream came true.

He looked around and realized…he was a millionaire
He had friends, a beautiful family and and love beyond compare.

And today he skates through a life of happiness…
he never wears a frown
after all has no reason to be sad…
for he’s the richest man in town.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

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