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Some claim at last breath
One’s entire life flashes before you—
No way to know for sure
It happens too late to confirm.
Did Mother see
Fifteen children
Fourteen births
Thirteen first communions
Twelve Marriages
Eleven confirmations
Ten Hail Marys
Nine graduations
Eight siblings
Seven daughters
Six sons
Five homes
Four seminarians
Three divorces
Two deaths
One re-marriage?
Her life was more than her children,
But, by sheer numbers,
They consumed her
Thoughts, deeds, and energy.
When most exhausted, she learned
Love, kindness and caring
Replenished more than they took.
Can’t say that for changing diapers,
Settling fights,
Making breakfast, cooking dinner,
Preparing supper for so many—
No breaks for Sabbath or Sunday
For forty-five years.
She’d tell you family came first
After God and Jesus who coolly demanded to be
First. It was in her garden she felt most
Herself, but herself was family and God.
I studied
Washington, Napoleon, Alexander
Lincoln, Jefferson, Madison
Jesus, Buddha, and Zoroaster—
Not one could have mothered thirteen,
Praised God every day
while raising one hundred
Chickens and an acre or two of garden.
Each time we learned, new life had been birthed,
down deep where true love grows quite fast;
Our greatest hopes, as parents unearthed,
the sum of our love's storied past.
Daily our preps, made for good cheer:
Maternity clothes and bookstores,
A decorated nursery, then poof—toys appeared.
All the while knowing each day you grew more.
The parties and gifts overwhelmed us,
sheer love shown by family and friends.
Baby kicks made us giggle—a definite plus,
at a time nervously filled, by infant odds & ends.
Big Sis came in ninety, Little Sis ninety-four,
Perfect babies in every way.
Confirmations of Joy, we've come to adore,
Our Miracles of creation, by Potter and clay.
(Written and submitted on 7/17/2018, for the Olive Eloisa Guillermo–Fraser JOYS and TEARS of being AN EXPECTANT PARENT (mother-father) Cash Prize Poetry Contest)
Roads and Romans
Poem 1 Roads
Poem 2 Romans
Two poems by Bev Smith and Arthur Vaso
Form: Double Inverted Verse
Please read the poem “Roads” by Bev Smith first!
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/roads_672480
In fact the best way to read these poems are side by side.
Romans
As our journey begins
We never look back
Roman soldiers march only forward
To
New worlds and conquered lands
We travel with
Swords and hearts
Naively believing
Both are needed
To feed our lies
We learned
Lessons of greed and condescension
Others wept
As we flaunt our power
Yet we gave back many good deeds
Laws and roads
Wine and dreams
Truth or deceptions
We haunted them all
Saddled with civilization
We gave culture and art
Yet I the soldier still wonder
The right of our cause
Taking these tranquil moments
So that I gaze back to our past
Confirmations abound
On balance we advanced our faith
To better this precarious world
To discover life’s heartbeat
Every road we marched
We advanced the human cause
We seek
To expand
The Roman Empire
For Bloody Caesar
piles of dirt in the laundry room
mounds of confirmations unseen by the most obvious eye
hallways with doors that conceal rooms that darkness cannot even define
when a love for someone twenty years younger in the memory files is physically expressed to one that has written stories that define modern philosophies,
the heart can become extremely ill from the exposure to the currents of the current reality driving the choices of said one to modern journies of necessity
colors can be faded
machines can simply malfunction
electricity can loose its spark
even generators can lose its generation
this is when the poisonous sport of dwelling can be acidic to the prime of a life so iridescent
running scared, in this case, inspires positive emissions
running from you, oh shining example, has been the missing piece to the reripened puzzles to my recent, radiant experiences
that being said, thank for being the hypocritical liar that have proven yourself to be....
She Silently Reminded herself
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By: Aria Au-Contralto
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A wedge to separate
Her goals had been that
blatant and obvious
the dysfunction of newness
can have those seeking
something or someone
in a better position to gain
either the trust or possession
of the heart of someone
worthy of having.
Unrealistic Expectations believing
friends and folk in general would
magically change their behavior
to support you will someone
or have the decency to tell you
she's cheating
not playing some word game
but to just say it in plain
bone chilling words
Waiting for them to share
is how they usually start
unraveling and causing
the discomfort of putting you
in your place.A clinker or a clam is
what musicians call it when you strike
the wrong note darning a performance.
maybe she choose the wrong man might
the right one would find her.
Or she is overwhelmed by attention and
using her general knowledge of people
she thinks that she can keep things stable long enough
to make it through.
Daily affirmations are my constant prayer conversations with a higher spirit connected to my soul
Mirror mirror on the wall where does the reflection of my shadow fall?
The still bank looks at me and speaks with a closed mouth: “as far as you are willing to be”
Reflections of self are moments of the present cheating time to breathe seconds of the future
Because when I look in the mirror and my current self sees how gracefully growth aged to scar over the pain the past bled from
I can time travel with every repetition of these confirmations of truth
Learning my reflection is not just who I am but who I strive to be
p.s. keep fighting, a title for the letter to myself…
I was once a Romeo
In gallant quest of romantic love.
For sake of which I wandered far afield,
Past mills and quarries, foundries and farms
Where good folk tend their business
And useful things get done.
As spring gave way to winter,
I found the climate daunting,
With freeze and thaw displacing by upheaval
My belief in happily ever after.
My confirmations became suspicioned,
And my satisfaction curiosified.
My ratifications were soon dutifully amended
And my achievements ambitioned
To a more sensible view of reality.
Having suffered hard time in the punishment block,
Where one’s thoughts then tend
To either stagnate or germinate,
I arrived at this one eternal paradox:
Only fools dare ever fall in love,
While only love can save the foolish from themselves.
You are beautiful in the God of you;
The God in you is beautiful; (Beautiful)
It’s nothing you can do
The God in you is beautiful; (Beautiful)
The God in you is beautiful; (Beautiful)
The God in you is beautiful; (Beautiful)
You proclaim His name;
You answer to no one;
As you glean you be,
Whispers in your ear;
Whispers in your ear ;
You allow spoken truth
To be hosted in you;
And the voice of the Father;
Whispers in your ear;
You proclaim His name;
You answer to no one;
As you glean you be,
Whispers in your ear;
Whispers in your ear;
That you should not ever fear;
Those whispers in your ear;
Confirmations be unclear;
God will be sincere He will make it real;
Whisking, whispers in your ear;
You wear Him well,
Our Father’s cloths, His clothes covers you;
In viewed you are beautiful;
Inside first then out
Throughout, O now the God inside of you
So true…
You are beautiful in the God of you;
The God in you is beautiful; (Beautiful)
It’s nothing you can do
The God in you is beautiful; (Beautiful)
The God in you is beautiful; (Beautiful)
The God in you is beautiful; (Beautiful)
You proclaim His name;
You answer to no one;
As you glean you be,
Whispers in your ear;
Whispers in your ear ;
That you should not ever fear;
Those whispers in your ear;
Confirmations be unclear;
God will be sincere He will make it real;
Whisking, whispers in your ear;
You wear Him well,
Our Father’s cloths, His clothes covers you;
In viewed you are beautiful;
Inside first then out
Throughout, O now the God inside of you
So true…
You are beautiful in the God of you;
The God in you is beautiful; (Beautiful)
It’s nothing you can do
The God in you is beautiful; (Beautiful)
10/30/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
BROKEN ROAD LED ME TO IFE (LOVE)
She was the broken road
that led me straight to you.
SHE:
Laurel Baltimore rave about this road
like a lullaby, country music or an ode;
Smooth-sailing, beautifully appealing,
Firmly charming, endowed & stunning;
Credibly accepted and reverend,
She's the road I thought has no end,
The wise road endorsed by my family,
hoping me and her would live happily,
even the heavens didn't stop me
from threading this road for free,
Wind of confirmations breezed in
from all & sundry,
Our paths crossed, progressively but not in a hurry.
The words of wisdom offered me Wisdom
but verily verily Wisdom will fail you
where Ife (Love) wouldn't but lift you.
She is the broken road that left her toil,
abandoned her garden, cut short her own joy,
Spill her own alabaster box of oil
and wasted her sweat on the cushion of my heart,
even though she played her part
but never staying to enjoy her labour
and witness the edifice of God's favor.
She is the broken road that broke up from me,
But I'd be far gone with Ife (Love) when she can finally see.
YOU:
God bless the broken road
that led me straight to you.
Equation solved: broken road sums-up my Ex
but thank God, Love, you're my next,
my forever & ever when & wherever;
Yes, I am not the blossoming best lover
but I will be your best-ever-after forever.
You came to me after the road of recovery
all b'cos of Ifeoluwa toh koja oye
(Love of God that passes all understanding).
God bless the broken road
that led me straight to you.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 31st Jan. - 14th Feb, 2021.
My favourite song years ago was a play on words.
Just one word was emphasized.
Every other thing said in the song arrived at that word.
There was a chorus, two verses, and a bridge.
Similar to the activities surrounding one's goal.
Similar to the hope to still revolve around that goal.
Now, whether one achieves it, or not, is another story.
The future hoped for is one of the things we want to be proud of.
The future in words;
The future in actions;
The future in prayers;
The self-timed confirmations,
And the self-timed re-directions.
The future might already be now,
The future might be tomorrow with a different approach.
So, even when the bridge become bridges,
I hope you celebrate your efforts.
Those efforts make up your song.
Everything you have done so far,
Whether finished or unfinished.
Those efforts have been pointing towards You.
Just like my favourite song was centered on that one word,
You are the main idea.
You make up those efforts.
You make up the future.
You make a reflection on that future you hope for.
My song is yet to be completed,
But I have put in so much work,
And I celebrate that.
I hope you celebrate as well.
**Future in a song: Just some nice words.