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The Hush of Christmas Past
It came more slowly then.
After Thanksgiving
the lights and decorations
started showing up.
The excitement started to build.
Santa showed up at the
department store, The
ads in the newspapers
were larger, some even
in color. There was talk of
“the list”, and “naughty or nice”.
It was agonizing – waiting for
the night Mom said “OK, let’s
go buy the tree”. The trip to
the back lot behind the
super market, “This one…
NO! THIS ONE!” We carried
the tree - by any means possible -
remembering Mom’s warning:
“Remember, you will have to
carry that big tree home.”
The tree was somehow decorated.
Lights, tinsel, bulbs, each one someone’s
favorite, ribbons, bows, a picture
of the cat. Now the speculation
began in earnest. “Whadaya
think you’re gonna get?”. “OH,
I hope, I hope, I hope”, “But I can’t
tell you, it’s a secret.” We knew there
would probably be sox, some new
PJ’s, mittens – the usual. But there
would also be those other nicely
wrapped gifts – from Santa.
The baseball glove, the skates,
the “un-wrapable” scooters, bikes,
baseball bats, hockey sticks.
These were always brought by
Santa Clause. Santa supplied the
dreams, Mom and Dad the gifts.
We provided the unmistakable
sounds of Christmas morning.
There would be church and a
Christmas dinner, lost amid the
joy of dreams. Dreams of snagging
that line drive with the new baseball
glove, of racing down the hill on
the bike, of Bobby Orr like moves
with the new skates.
The colored lights took their cue
from the setting sun as we gathered
around the table and savored the
sweet, juicy, succulence of Mom’s -
never to be equaled – Apple Pie.
John G. Lawless
11/22/2014
submitted to HUSH OF CHRISTMAS PAST – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Mystic Rose
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Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth
Oh precious Hyacinth, in my eyes a jewel
In front of your radiance, my knees fell
You're like a glistening pearl in a virgin shell
I am enamored by your enthralling spell
Listen everyone to Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh King of Sparta, you bear the tastiest fruit
On the land he is the handsomest youth
This is for everyone a crystal clear truth
That's why in my heart the arrows of Eros shoot
Listen everyone to Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh precious Hyacinth, you have equaled the glamour of a god
Your face is fairer than any mortal lad
Your muscles are firmer than any man had
Because of such beauty, you make me feel glad
Listen everyone to Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh King of Olympus, let me have this seductive mortal
For him my godly being turned carnal
The appeal of his flesh is oddly unusual
I want him to be mine for time eternal
Listen everyone to Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh precious Hyacinth, under my wings you'll never fall
Come to the West Wind's most desperate call
To you I'll reserve the prettiest room in my hall
The most romantic & blissful haven for all
Listen everyone to Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth!
Oh deities & humans, grant me this costly man
Boreas, Notus, Eurus, bring me this heavenly Spartan
Let our powerful Anemoi bequeath him from his clan
Turn him over to the Western Wind, his greatest fan!
Listen everyone to Zephyrus' Serenade for Hyacinth!
-02/11/2015
(Dumarao)
*Hopelessly Immortal Collection
Vivid pictures of you & I are constantly running
circles through my mind
The times we shared when together are playing
on a loop in real time
These moments shine as bright spots tend to draw
attention in dark times
My reflection brings me joy in a real sense so when
I have to see in the dark I don't mind
What we have is infinite & like Gods mind it can never
be equaled in any sense
When we met I found my match & it sparked a flame
that's burn only for you ever since
You activated this light in my heart space that's burned
brightly ever since
The sight of you still gives me chills to this day
activating my passion in this sense
Rose petals and flower scents fill me with strong
emotions like a heavy heart
My emotions flow like electricity through open currents
& having you in mind creates sparks
My fire still burns for you despite the distance as no
one but you can ignite these sparks
You'll always be that eternal flame that never dies
because of your permanent place in my heart
When I look at you,
I do not look at you with my eyes
For your beauty is as bright as the noon day sun
And burns these feeble eyes.
My eyes are for seeing the vile unclean discomforting things of this world.
No love, my eyes are not worthy of looking at your beauty
Your beauty is heavy, it is sharp, it is pure.
Your beauty pierces through my eyes to my inner being
Your beauty makes my heart melt in my blood
Your beauty awakens my soul to whirl in me like a tornado.
And for a moment,
my mind drifts away to another world-
a wonderland.
Your beauty is to be equaled with the angels
For your beauty is divine.
So forgive me when I stare
For your beauty looks into my eyes
and opens in my dark world
the light of the sun.
When a man dies for freedom,
we don’t know what we’ve lost,
since most of us can’t tell
the shining from the dross.
We live in the safety
these braver souls have built,
never having to face
the world of kill or be killed.
When a man dies for freedom
some mock him verily,
say it’s 'not worth dying for,'
that it’s all ‘bigotry,’
forgetting that they say that
safe in the world brave men made,
using all their sophistry
to hide their jealous hate.
When a man dies for freedom
we weaken at the core,
because that man’s example
walks amongst us no more.
We try to tell children
to look up to that name,
but despite this, without them
our nation’s not the same.
When a man dies for freedom
and beats his enemy,
he buys with blood one moment
his people can live free.
Some may think that this price
is much too high to pay,
those people don’t remember
what it is to be a slave.
When a man dies for freedom
we honor that man’s grave,
make him an example
of how the good behave,
sing songs at his eulogy,
remember him alive,
try to glorify him but
we need to realize
none can sing his praises,
none need carry the pal,
when a man dies for freedom
he does not die at all.
He ascends to Heaven
and sits at God’s left hand,
his memory a calling
to the free hearts of man.
When a man dies for freedom,
no matter what else he’s done,
he’s earned his redemption,
he is equaled by none.
It is for us remaining
here on this mortal plain,
to boldly live our freedoms,
or else it was in vain.
not much is ever clear
as the sound of a bell
reigning all the time
or hardly ever heard
all roads must be negated
and a path still remain
that be a detour round
any blockage of brain
an eternity of time
is elimination of all
through contemplation
while a thought stain remains
in life as a dawning
of understanding as to how
mechanics of reality works
through concept expressions
symbols and words end
but for a scalar awareness
of absence as potential
where-from be reality manifestations
like with scotty the starship engineer
stuck in the transporter beam for years
till what was possible in the chaos became clear
and someone pushed a button so scotty re-appeared
euler greased the wheels
with his famous vehicle of thought
where-by space-time equaled that which was not
of any other possibility but what remained
sought as unseen
was a potential from micro to macro
a scalar and constant
as if of...a dream
don't fear the fumble
it's how we all learn
mistakes are the cards
of a house busted by yearns
for a potential driving force
behind a fumble-busted space-time
steering realities opposites
onto life's main course...time-space
stan sand
The greatest treasure throughout of lives
Is to know that unequaled feeling
That feeling that exceeds all others
In depth, in passion, in pure heavenly bliss
The feeling called love
Nothing has equaled it since time began
It is why we're here
To share part of our soul
With another being
Another soul who is also searching for love
When these two hearts meet
That unmistakeable attraction we all have known
At one time or another in our lives
Grabs our attention
That magic feeling unequaled
Of passion that we long to share with someone
To revel in an affair to be remembered
All through our lives
Those that know the secret of love
Know the secret of life
They are truly blessed!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Let me tell you a story of faith
and contradiction along the road.
Where one's beauty equaled belief,
And its performance was a strict code.
Garments were of little use,
As she would never feel the cold.
While her skin gave her all the protection,
It would seldom feel old.
Her message to be delivered,
Was that beauty was in all that were seen.
Because God didn't create ugly,
That was mankind's to demean.
With innocence as her virtue, the
Conviction was inherited, and served as pain.
Though it would never incapacitate,
Only provide fuel to abstain.
When this conflict was understood,
And grace would rise above the rest.
The faith that was displayed, gave
Those to wonder, with dreams to test.
' Journey '
Title 1
"The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me." ... by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The written word bears roots abound
Hail favored mist of hallowed ground
Announced breathtaking full-filled air
Spreads out enjoyment summons fair
Forgiving trailed Earth's crowning Star
Forest startup's reserves stretched far
Healthy hoards and wholesome intakes
Fresh novel minds elsewhere, retakes
Obsessed consumed florists stationed
Lives styled out stretched reawakened
Seedlings advanced Heavens promised
Groundbreaking achievements calmest
Cob-web silk thread eight-legged shooters
Tethered roots edged equaled footers
Floods 'neath grounds raise the gigantic
Psalmist summoned lessened frantic
Misplacements sequenced adjustments
Cause coursed through major monuments
Misfortune causeway lengthens aches
Stressed strung-out unmeasured outtakes
Commons traversed rights owned presence
Neighbors challenged core quintessence
Claimed righteousness labors bear fruits
Attributes are well-served ... grassroots.
"What's My Worth"
What is my worth
Have I failed
Has my boat went ahead and sailed
Did I leave myself on the shore
Because I was valuedy lessaawe
When I knew I equaled more
So what do I do
What can I say
To get back those years
Nobody could replace
Pick myself up without a doubt
Learning my value is what it's all about
Find the value of yourself
Stop looking for it in everybody else (everybody else)
Search for yourself
But don't think twice
Everything that has value comes with a price
Continue to be happy with you
Discover your awesome truth
Currency is broken down out of order
Like pennies,nickels,dime and quarters
That's how our life sometimes feels out of order
What's the value of self worth
Get it together
Stop allowing your self to get hurt
Stop making decisions without a clear vision
To yourself be loyal
We have a Father that's Royal
He said so as a man thinketh so Is he
So you determine what you want to be
Anything is possible
Don't put a limit on yourself
It's costable
Find the value of yourself
Stop looking for it in everybody else (everybody else)
Search for yourself
But don't think twice
Everything that has value comes with a price
Continue to be happy with you
Discover your awesome truth
Don't give up on your dreams
Stop looking for things
That are materialistic
Look inside yourself or maybe you missed it
Revise look up and down
Life so rewarding go get your crown
Don't put yourself down
It's not a good feeling
Ask God for supernatural healing
Don't dis encourage for you can have to
But first you have to learn your value
Find the value of yourself
Stop looking for it in everybody else (everybody else)
Search for yourself
But don't think twice
Everything that has value comes with a price
Continue to be happy with you
Discover your awesome truth
Repeat until chorus fade
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
2/24/15