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With all the Love, Hope and Dreams
I have for You Both !!! Love Dad .
My pretty, little, sweat, delicate Butterflies,
spread your newborn wings, fly high into the skies,
far from the screaming threats, sarcasms and hostility,
and into peaceful dreams, in the lands of tranquility
where, in your impressionable, wise, mind’s eye,
you may come to know not, fear that is in your nightly cry.
To turn ?, I do not know where,
as it seems, all I do is worry and sigh
living in this futile, old world of darkness and despair,
where, all I think about is your futures and cry.
I truly hope that you never come to know, in depth, what it is to be sad,
only come to know happiness in life, to live your lives and be glade,
is the hopes, dreams and desires of your troubled dad,
who’s day dreams and nightmares are far to sad
for my two little Butterflies, who’s lives I fear may turn out bad.
My heart ache weeps like Niagara Falls, bleeds profusely for you two,
and without courage ?, this is all I seem to do.
I will try, my Angels, to give you my very best
and pray that all else will be laid to rest.
As you get older and your knowledge continues to grow,
I hope that you will understand and get to know
why it is, that this was all your mother and me could show,
of our parenting skills riding the winds of nurturing that blow
across the landscapes, of heritage, of genetics, of family history.
All these forces that create the parenting mystery !!!
B. J. “A ” 2
Winter of 1988 / 1989
Revised September 4th 2013
For My Tim, the Love of My Life
Darling, it’s Cupid’s season of heart shivers,
time to praise passions as aimed from his quivers.
His arrows strike that love unites the perfect two -
thru and thru, his arrows thus pierced me and you.
For the two of us, quivers bear desires and fires;
fires flame love’s arts, fusing both our soft hearts;
soft hearts whose kisses gather nirvana bliss;
bliss pulses a mutual appeal perfectly ideal;
ideal love themes fulfill our shared love dreams;
dreams inspire romance to seal our love’s chance;
chance finds ways to feed our happy and gives gladly;
gladly our souls join to share every day with flair;
flair adorns all our love’s notions and motions;
motions deploy airs of harmonious joy;
joy raises ecstasies trill from our shared thrills;
thrills lift our love on high with heavenly sighs;
sighs design prime phases of our love traces
and prime romance pages silk bound with love laces.
I will forever love you from my full depth measure
my ever-amazing and rare, cupid-given treasure.
My finger launched the dropped dews
In a dreamy flight and intense swiftness
At the receive of your arrival news.
The lines of your gait….lofty goodness
The scent of the white roses … pure richness.
Lost in the music of your sung passion
Such that I a pray for an everlasting immersion.
My eyes are sparkling with the brightness of love brews
My inner source nurtures a radical sickness.
The joint of the pulpit and felicitations of the pews.
Break me and break me, this love retains its fearlessness
Try harder, I would not bulge even at your strange fairness.
Let me drown in this river-battled love mission
For I care for you beyond apprehension.
For your feelings I had had enough rues
Regretful not my betrothed you; my hearty faithfulness
Search it not for invincible are the initiating clues.
My search for you is for the wanted oneness
Of our bond in a deep depth of openness.
Soothe my pains and satisfy my poor tension
Let this emptiness revive at your angelic unction.
GOODNESS LANRE
CONTEST: Romanticism In Rime Royal
The young woman sat astride the young buffalo
Her dress was a flimsy, homemade from the cured skin of a deer.
Two cured boots, quite wide, hiding each a dagger,
Whilst on her back, crisscrossed were two swords.
One large and heavy, the other lithe, small with a green gem.
They came to a murky river, the small buffalo
Treading the depth of the bottom full of weeds.
Suddenly it stopped. Two dark hulks of a man
Were beating a poor and small old man.
It was clear they meant to kill, such was their force.
A dagger appeared from her boot and flew
It was embedded in his chest, right where his heart lay.
The other man tried to escape, but out came the small sword.
A flash hit him between his eyes, blinding him completely.
Then he fell, trembled in his death throes and lay still.
Birds flew away from the scene, and all was quiet.
The buffalo crossed the river and approached the man.
There was no fear in his eyes as he handed back her dagger.
She picked him up, not much of a weight really.
Slowly, they wended their way towards his shack.
A few well-chosen leaves cured his wounds.
And made him rest on his bed made of clothes.
Later, fearlessly, she fed him to regain his rest.
She cleaned her swords and prepared to leave.
The old man hobbled towards her bracelet in his hand.
“Take this. When it turns red, you’ll know.
Danger is not far away. Be prepared.”
This life stretches into seventy years,
years that appeared to race
through time and space.
Dissipated into time
encounters now unimportant
lost to the heart and memory.
Love however,
endures, always and forever.
Closing my eyes just momentarily
I gasp for air
choking back the tears of all its loss.
Too soon life passes
and all the treasures once held in the heart
seek to be alive and live it over again.
Holidays bring the old memories back to life,
sweet thoughts so cherished
shared with friends and family through the years.
Stretching over time
the spirit regenerates its depth and warmth
the very meaning of what it was all about.
Living well, having loved,
being love, loving, loved
is the blessing
allowed in time.
I carry a message deep inside my chest,
a quiet storm, a sacred word,
but when I hold it out to others,
they look at the dust on my hands instead.
"Oh ok," they say, with a careless shrug,
or a nod that flattens the sky to rock.
They count the bark on a rotting tree,
while I alone feel the forest breathe.
It hurts to speak into a dynamic light
to eyes that are attuned to the shades of black,
to watch the truths that burn inside my very being
be swept away like dust.
No ear to catch the undertow,
no voice to match the frequency—
a language built for depth and ache,
trapped inside the core of me.
I look to the left, I look to the right,
on a winding road through mountain paths,
with no one to walk beside me
or take this weight from my tired hands.
So I let the surface keep its calm,
I’ll stop trying to make them see.
The ocean doesn't ask the shore
to understand the depth of the blue sea.
The road does not demand a crowd
to prove that it is true,
and though the silence presses in so loud,
the path still carries me.
Let the shallow waters stay behind,
unmindful of the rising tide—
some paths are meant for one,
with all of Heaven by my side.
A
Saying that's been around forever
Where it came from I haven't a clue
There's many phrases just like this one
So familiar to both me and you
PENNY
Is a word not heard much these days
Its value's much less than a cent
We'd used to get a big bag full of candy
At the store it was a big event
FOR
Many years its value has decreased
There's a rumour they'll not longer exist
Where's this technological age leading us
The good old days I surely do miss
YOUR
Thoughts are surely “what an old geezer”
He can't keep up with the times
But us old guys lived a much simpler life
For those good old days I still pine
THOUGHTS
Of sodas, ice cream and lollipops
Linger in the depth of my being
Tears can be seen trickling down my cheek
A warm sentimental old feeling
©Jack Ellison 2012
The Sweetest Starlight
You are the sweetest starlight shining across the ocean so pure
Moonlighting and enchanting my dreams with warmth aglow,
Touching gently my heart and soul with your beauty and wonder;
If we were together—I would hold you so gently in my arms and I
Would forever kiss your adoring lips with a passionate goodnight.
Love is a faraway queen rising in the morning sunshine’s warm rays,
And your light glows brilliantly as the dewdrops glisten on my dreams
Of pure sweet surrender and kiss the very depth of my immortal soul;
You are the light of Heaven's dream of a rainbow's flight of angels
Arriving at Heaven’s gate and coming to me on a beam of silver light.
Mesmerized I am as I embrace you as the heart, soul, passion and
Desire of my life—I see you as my true dream and my heart’s delight;
Feeling palpably your wonderful caress as you ask me to kiss you,
And to place your ethereal lips upon my very own knowing that
My heart and soul are open now to your loving heavenly embrace.
Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 2, 2015 (Unrhymed Quintain)
If you only knew how deeply ive dove,
Into unchartered waters and the depths of the unknown,
Pulling myself into the heart of the sea,
Never have i ever ventured this deep,
You cannot hold your breath, you must face your fear,
Your if's stand before you in light of your tears,
And nothing of your past pain could ever compare,
Yet you still beg and plead with God to bring you there,
Give me the hardest..near impossible to love,
Let me feel forgiveness..let it rise above,
Allowing me to love what i never deserved,
Because your sacrifice to humanity was a hundred times worse,
You forgave me...therefore i will forgive,
Till death do us part..yet in my death i will live,
And my faith much stronger than any fear on this earth,
Because in the heart of the sea is the depth of my birth,