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(My Best Friend)
I remember... you and I,
playing in the sun, our toes in the sand.
You were eight and I was seven,
holding hands on the beach,
two boys wrestling in the surf.
I remember... things came easy for you
in school you excelled,
good grades and, oh, so popular
Everyone wanted to sit by you,
but you chose to sit by me.
I remember... my best friend,
growing up with me,
forever beside me when I needed you.
Laughing together as we grew,
always there for one another.
I remember... in our teens,
looking for girls, we found a few,
thrills for you, awkward times for me.
Then looking for love, you found yours,
but then things changed.
I remember... when you married,
she wasn't your first but
I liked her too, another friend,
and I was glad that she loved you,
because I understood.
I remember... your second child,
both so beautiful, something I couldn't give you.
Smiling, you said you loved her and I turned away
then looking at me with serious face you said,
we'll find someone for you, if only you knew.
I remember... so much envy,
but not of you, of her
she owned my world, love, happiness and you.
It wasn't my choice to feel this way
but it's who I am.
I remember... when I changed,
or did I? Who can say,
perhaps I've always been this way.
Things so simple, then, are re-arranged.
My feelings for you were never the same.
... and so my best friend I will remember this day
my tears are for you and the love we can never share
for I could never explain and you could never understand,
so I think it best, if only for you,
from your life, I slowly fade away.
11/21/15
L is for love
Mother's sweet smile
and I opened my eyes,
As she pulled me close
the warmth bestowed,
Her lips on my cheek
an aura of mystique,
It was L for love !
Dad held me tight
when heard my muffled cry,
Embraced in his heat,
I could feel his beats,
As affection overrode,
L for love flowed !
Little weeps and joys
were treated in poise,
Finger that I held
at every stage excelled,
No song unsung
as I have now grown young,
It is L for love !
Cherish the memories
and all the reveries,
Love who can weigh
It's as naïveté,
A poignant emotion
L for love is devotion !
Written Sept 22nd, 2015
For contest "E is for emotion" by Casarah
He had a master’s degree in English literature,
to speak in an ostentatious style was his nature,
the elegance excelled, that was what he’d ensure,
an acumen he displayed for people to endure.
When I met him for the first time he asked me,
what did I do in my spare time I found free.
I said, that was when I let my muse write poetry,
in his eyes I thought an interest I could see.
On his request, I guessed made with sincerity outright,
a couple of poems I ventured to reluctantly recite.
He was exuberant praising the theme and the rhyme,
said, I would become a famous poet in course of time.
Of my position in the literary scene I was well aware,
but in his usual expression of flamboyant flair,
whenever we met he’d hail me as the poet of fame,
from a poetry fan to an obsessed teaser he became.
As a student of literature how much he liked poetry
I wanted to find out to satisfy my sheer curiosity.
So, I presented him a poetry book of mine,
from his looks I deciphered he wanted to decline.
Days later he told me he couldn’t go beyond the cover,
that was the last time I met the bull crap poetry lover.
January 11, 2022
Contest : King-Size Bull Crap
Sponsor : Charles Messina
Tinnu
I still remember the sweetest day
when you came into our lil world ;
Sweet as honey
eyes twinkling;
Soft smiles
setting a wave of laughter;
An apple of eyes,
under shade of kisses
that mom and dad showered;
tender care
that lil big brother gave;
your giggles
that grandma adored;
and your smiles
grandpa’s entire world;
Who could think of you
Growing a responsible kid
Adored by teachers and friends
a dancer, a player,
Excelled in every field.
Little did we know of
you having a passion for studies
And beating best of your buddies
But you made us all proud;
My dear tinnu, such a great feat
No one did know
the hard work and consistency
You put through all those years
It’s been all worth it my dear
As your achievement
speaks high and loud
That you did it, you did it, my dear girl
You have done it girl !
Wish you shine bright
and rise high as sky the only limit;
Wish you be the happiest
as desires keep coming true;
Wish you study hard as rock stone
and be the best healer
That can ever be ??
July 4, 2023
©? Dr Upma A. Sharma
OH to be 21
Your 21st has finally come,
And now your journey has begun,
To say I’m proud is simply not enough,
Of the incredibly intelligent, independent,
Wonderful, wise women you’ve become,
My descendant, I’m just so chuffed,
Academically you’ve excelled at each and every hurdle,
We will encourage you every step with our supportive family circle,
You make us the proudest family that can be
As you progress through life finding Chloe,
Chloe the name of a Greek goddess Demeter,
The perfect name for you such a beautiful creature,
My heart bursts with pure pride,
My perfect granddaughter, I’ll always be by your side,
Through all the ups and downs we face in life,
I cannot wait to see you dressed in white,
You will make a beautiful wonderful wife,
The worlds your oyster filled with pretty pearls,
Success is in your nature, my gorgeous girl,
You’re destined for greatness that we can all see,
I know you will be the very best you can be,
Promise to live your life to the fullest that can be,
See all that you can see, be who you want to be,
Do all that you can do, love all that love you for you,
Be happy healthy and always have hope,
See the world and travel the globe,
However always remember the love you have at home,
It's unconditional eternal there’s nowhere like home,
My dear Chloe your life has just begun,
We are so proud, grandad me, Olly dad and mum,
All my love my grand granddaughter love from your Grandmother.
Facing facts was never where he excelled:
avoiding them, he flitted, like a blind bat
guided as by sonar past obstacles
crowding the dark cave of his existence.
Still, some sight sifted through his shuttered eyes.
Onlookers might have guessed
he was merely another smug fat cat
forever grinning at the luck
that put him where, secretly,
he wished he would never have arrived.
Appearances aside, he was terrified
by his own fragility and that of those he loved --
a worrier, he merely masqueraded,
a graying rabbit with a nervous nose,
cowering in corners into which he heavily hopped
at the drop of each and every hat:
his mild pink eyes as tightly closed as any bat's
against the sight of hatchets
which might be flashing through the black
toward his hairy, cringing neck.
If you judge food with the quantity put before you
Then my first choice will be the Victoria Hotel*.
On Sunday lunch, food is too plentiful, makes you blue.
There we will eat so much it will make our tummies swell.
In my travels, I had times when food was super great.
Like when in sunny Ireland we drove up a high hill.
Fragrant smell of seafood, an inevitable bait,
And who cared about driving, chilled white wine was a thrill.
Athens and the Acropolis, a sight to explore.
We descended on foot and found a farm that served meals
We poured some white wine I had never tasted before,
Various cuts of lamb tastefully spiced, worth the deals.
One surprise was in Switzerland, on a mountain high.
My wife and I opted for a trout for the first time.
It was deliciously tasteful, we could almost fly.
We shared a second helping, costed many a dime.
I suppose there are other good times when food excelled,
But Urk in Holland was my biggest surprise of all.
A shack near the sea served food but not even a smell
We ate the finest fresh sole, the chef we had to call.
But the worst food I partook in was in old Brazil
Only meat and hormone-fed chicken, cooked with no skill.
NB The Victoria Hotel is situated in Sliema, Malta, not far from where I live. The food there is always first class, except for the wine :)
She could hardly wait to begin her very first day of school.
(Which is rare indeed for a child, as a general rule!)
She'd watched kids thro' her window as they daily trudged,
To the little school house - this the little towhead begrudged!
The big day arrived and Mother with her little girl in tow,
Held her hand as she skipped along, her pretty face aglow!
One thing troubled her though, much to her chagrin;
Two front teeth were missing, spoiling her winsome grin!
She was dressed in a pretty frock and lace-trimmed pinafore,
And was very proud of the shiny patent-leather shoes she wore!
Her hair was fixed in pigtails, so becoming to the little lass.
No doubt she'd be the prettiest girl in her first-grade class!
She joined the other kids and found, much to her distress,
That most were bawling, hiding behind their mother's dress!
She joined the howling mob when she found to her consternation,
That this was not the first day of school, but only registration!
A few days later she fulfilled her youthful scholastic dream.
She loved the learning game and excelled to the extreme!
Years later she took her own two towheads to school with pride!
Like her, on the very first day of school, neither of them cried!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
This poem is based on a true account of my wife, Vera, and her
first day at school!
Sam Adams
Was born prematurely
Spent his first moments
In an incubator
Born with bad hearing
Bad vision
Bad teeth
And a speech impediment
And a learning disability
But he learned to cope
As he was a genius
Reading college level
In the second grade
When he was in high school
To overcome his fear
Of public speaking
He joined the debate team
His specialty was impromptu speaking
He found that he excelled
At making speeches on the fly
Overcoming his fears
Of public speaking along the way.
That is how Sam Adams
Learned to speak in public
Becoming a good speaker
In the end.
Based on a true story
I'm sitting in the garden
With my small son on my knee
He looks up at me with big brown eyes
And says “Tell me about Granda's tree”
My father planted a tree
In nineteen forty two
He nurtured it and hadn’t bargained
On just how big it grew
When I was just seven years old
I had a love of climbing trees
Many times mum put plasters
On my bloodied and skinned knees
I can remember one day
Wearing my new party dress
Peering in through the window
A grubby bedraggled mess
I’d climbed as high as I could go
Then heard a quite loud crack
The branch it snapped in two
And I landed on my back
I’d excelled myself on this occasion
You could say I’d gone the whole hog
I’d landed on a little offering
Left by next doors dog
I remember as a little girl
My father built me a house in the tree
A sturdy wooden house with windows
Especially for me
When I was in my tree house
I could be almost anywhere
In a tropical jungle
Or in a cave hiding from a grizzly bear
Hanging onto my rope ladder
With a plastic cutlass on my hip
I could be looking for buried treasure
My tree house a pirate ship
Underneath the carpet
In the middle of the floor
My father had lovingly made me
A little brass-hinged trap door
Whenever I got fed up
Of being stuck inside
I’d open up that trap door
And go straight down the slide
Sometimes I would stand
For maybe half an hour
And pretend I was a princess
Imprisoned in an ivory tower
Some days I’d be a cowgirl
On a wild west ranch
And sometimes I’d pretend to be
A monkey swinging from a branch
One day I picked some flowers
And mum asked what they were for
I said “they are for my cottage
With roses around the door”
My son is looking wistful
Then he smiles at me
He says “mummy I would love
To see my Granda’s tree”
Tears come into my eyes
My son’s smile turns into a frown
I say “The tree's no longer there
The new owners chopped it down”
My son says it is sad
That the tree's no longer there
But no-one can destroy the memories
That my son and I share