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as i reveal my secret,
you make Beauty Grow
i shake as you begin to see me
a New Love for me grows in
the clarity of your heart
as introverted as i usually am,
you begin to see me for the first
time within this period of ultimatum
a Renewed Permanence Inspires a
New Crystal Clear Foundation
the re-energized warmth of it all causes
our multiple exhalations to be deep....
influencing the return of the Essential
Jolliness
it is then that i pull out the BIG PRESENT
from my magic hat of imagination
i watch with bated breath as you
try to investigate my every look and
posture while excitedly ripping the paper
and the box at the same time
when you finally look down, i, with a
slight hint of emotion murmur Merry
Christmas, My Love
your reply....and later, your response....
is what makes Loving You all the more Worthwhile....
Holidays are special to us…we excitedly await them…
and when those days arrive…we love to celebrate them.
On birthdays we make wishes, open presents
after blowing out the candles on our cakes.
At Christmas we sing carols, open presents
and eat cookies that we’ve baked.
Every morning on my walk I see birds flying…
and hear them singing as I pass by…
It looks and sounds like they’re celebrating.
throwing a party in the sky.
Which makes me wonder as I listen to the joy they are creating…
What is it about every day they could be celebrating?
Birds do not have calendars…no special dates to claim…
no holidays to anticipate…yet they celebrate each day the same.
They don’t need to wait to blow out candles…
for a special day to come their way.
Every morning they celebrate…opening the gift of another day.
Celebrating every day they are alive…
Is that one of the craziest things you ever heard???
Or:
Could we all learn a little bit about joy and happiness…
by watching…
and listening
to the birds?
Eyes wide, beady blue. With skin of silk, pink and new. A pea-sized gift, oh how you grew.
You know me, and I know You.
Dimpled cheeks and Puckered lips, Glossy hair so dark and thick. The littlest chin curved into a dip.
The Lobes of your ears sit neat and dinky, I inhale your scent, so fresh and pure, I watch as you sleep and so peacefully snore.
I know now for sure; that motherhood is what I was made for. Finding my purpose to take care of you, A life fulfilled to my core.
Hello, Daughter whose name is Darcy.
Welcome to our family, we all will treasure, You will be loved endlessly, such a love without measure.
It will almost be time we head home. Two sisters await and sit excitedly together. Meeting each other for the first time ever is a moment I will cherish and remember forever.
Looking up at your mum, please feel no fear, as the sniffling tears you see and the crying you hear, are simply ones of joy that you are finally here.
Snowflurries Swirl
Snow falls inside the glass globe:
A swimming, swirling vision
Where four youngsters pose frozen
In their run to leap to a win
For the longest sliding glide
Along an icy, country road
Where no traffic flows;
Near a row of evergreens
that do not grow;
Overseen by a pair of pinpoint specks
for the black, button eyes on
that morning’s made snowman;
And from across an ever-white yard,
In front of a tiny, stone cabin,
Stand some adults, bundled up
To guard against freezing in flying snow —
All huddled together with arms raised
And their painted mouths wide open
In mid-cheer, “Go! Go!”
So loud…So excitedly set to see
Their youngsters, who will not age,
Leap and slide into a race
That has no distance and no winner
— Over ice that does not melt…
All figured to be a vision of some
Heartwarming winter life
That will not end.
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(c) sally young eslinger 11/1-6/2023
Thanks be to God——-
*** Yes…Obscessed with Poetry! ***
As the moon was releasing finale beams
And the sun was dressing
For her later, post-solstice, winter rise…
I had not yet slept, kept
Awake by epiphanies of poetics —
My tireless pen scribbling
Down
the rushing lyrics to their
Rising
score.
Then, as the clouds refused to part
To reveal our sun’s well-warming
light at her mid-day height,
I was excitedly expounding
About the knowlege my night
with poetry had brought, revealing,
So i thought, some meaning
about the human psyche,
More than just matters of words.
But, beyond the import
Of Poetry growing a range of spring
Violets across my nigh clear pages,
An afternoon’s gust replete
With January hail,
Fell over me after
I exclaimed, “Amazing?”
and to hear in response:
“Look, you’re obscessed with poetry.
I’m not. And I was
just wondering how long
before quiet would —“
Eliminate the wondering…
As (justdays before Christmas), on
A cold afternoon, a storm passed through
The city with little warning.
Flashed lightning twice over
The sky, and sounding but once,
Thunder struck us dumb.
Quiet?
I hear inner gusts
Smack my tears against the windows’ panes.
My amusement is drowned within the room.
Quiet?
While I could scream — Yes!
Yes! I am obscessed
With poetry
With God
With my beloved, and our pups
With drawing, dance and music, too…
But, foremost, I am obscessed —
To say and stay so,
With living
With surviving
in blessed Hope —
on past the trials of ailments
and the hard gales of age —
While
Thankful to poetry — perhaps
anong the least of most of these,
For its patiently waiting ways —
Within the All and everyone one of us —
So we hold images in our dreams of seeing
Violet buds spring their heads
Above a layer of January snow,
And we might hear the poems’ rise
In its brilliance
From each opening purple petal.
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(c) sally you g eslinger 1/ /2023
Thanks be to God…
The Green Door
Those dappled wings, of forget-me-nots, folded around Akutaq,
though the Denali warmth brightened her whimsy. She sat
for a long, long while, contemplating the green wooden door
in a place she had never been before. (Fairies are good
at patience and the wonder of magic) From time to time,
the tingle of fairy dust tickled and nudged. Her fingers caressed
her flawless cheeks and her pinky finger would slide in her lips
as she smiled. See, a fairy is fascinated and curious. Longing
to open the teeny door, but first she must express a wish.
Sometimes a fairy had a “ready wish,” but often one dreams
for a good bit. Suddenly, her wings excitedly flapping; Akutaq
could wait no longer. She blew a kiss, waved her wand, and
the door brightened into an emerald sparkle and opened.
“Ooh! Ooh!” the fairy exclaimed. Forget-me-nots, she leaves
behind and steps into a forest of shiny vines. She dances
among them, climbs, of course her wings tickle with glee.
On tippy toes, she looks over the vines (suddenly shy).
Fluttering all about, are a myriad of her kind. She checks
her wings - are they clean, pristine, the best lace?
She must present her best. Suddenly, surrounded,
“Who are you? We haven’t seen you before?”
Daisy touches Aqutaq’s wings, “Wow, these are exquisite!
What intricate pattern! Come! Come, you must!” she says
tugging at her hands.
Introductions all around. Aqutaq has been lonely, for too long
a time, so she’s dreamt up these lovely friends. Of course,
fairy dreams are real and call out to other lands.
“Yoo hoo,” they call upon the wind.
Suddenly, reds, blues, yellows, oranges -
blossoms snowing so daintily.
Aqutaq’s wings are clapping as the blossoms sing, but no -
purple-plum sparrows are in between and hovering all around.
The Denali fairy spots a much larger door, an inch or two.
It is red. So, of course, she sits down to think and think,
about what might be. Her friend, Daisy, likewise, dizzy
at the might-be on the other side. Wishes and dreams,
collaborated, will slowly and surely, invite friends in.
My heart was racing, for the boy
that I adored had handed me
a note he told me wait to read,
so home I ran excitedly!
I did not dare to read it yet,
for he was walking down the street
with friends of his. Oh, how I hoped
that he had written something sweet.
When almost home, I crossed the street
but tripped! That was not clever.
From my hand slipped Johnny’s note,
down a storm drain gone forever!
Too shy to ever tell the boy
I had gone and dropped his note,
I saw him next day; he just smiled.
Oh, to know what Johnny wrote!
Johnny must have been shy too.
What if all that he could say
was in the note that he had written
which had gone and slipped away?
Had Johnny wanted anwers from me?
His smiles then stopped! I will never
know his feelings, for now his note was
down a storm drain gone forever!
March 17, 2019
for Eve Roper's Down A Storm Drain Gone Forever Poetry Contest
A poem based on relationship…”A girl in her own dreams”
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi :)
DREAMS - An Iota of HOPE
“Waked up 7 :00 am in the morning..
saw my beauteous dreams transforming..
ohh yeah..with a drowsiness yawning..
Suddenly I found myself refreshing.
Excitedly Gone near by emblazoned window..
Fearfully Viewed a gloomy shadow..
Suddenly he smiled at me through haze of smoke..
Like a fantastic sizzling coke..
Soothing music on its full swing ..
Like a glittering diamond in the ring..
He ought to give me red rose..
On his bended knees he bows..
He tickled on my pierced nose..
With which I got glaciatedly froze..
Like a tempting dark fantasy chocolate melting in the mouth..
We strongly decided and took a royalistic oath..
He Embraced his hand on my shoulders..
Which Got intact like file and folders…
Like the moon shines in the sparkling night..
Enduringly felt to hug him so tight..
Dazzling Eyes immersed in each other..
Tuned together like a romantic lover..
Every nerve of us conjoined together..
Because the love lasted forever..forever…
Suddenly a glimpse of sun came and shattered all my zestful dreams..
“”Ohhhh.. ohhhh No..Not again. Not again. No more illustrations. No one can dwell my heart like you. Please come back. No more dreams please..””
.
Yep this feeling arised at once and will be still till our last breathe. Lasting forever. Just forever..
We trapped in each other’s heart and now no one dare to break our love-life’s part.. Apart..
Love is the essence of life and it is measured not by the count of breathe we take..but by the moments we share together till our last breathe..
By,
Madhavi
Once, Christmas Eve brought soft flurries of snow
the world soon became a majestic show
Festive trees gleamed from out of window panes
and carol singers sang in soft refrains.
Angels flew beneath heavenly moonlight
such an exquisite seasonal delight
Every rooftop glistening white and bright
on a charming celestial Yuletide night.
Church bells rang to tell folk of the best news
that baby Jesus was to arrive soon
Children tried not to fall asleep at all
waiting eagerly for Santa to call.
Yet snug and warm in cosy beds at rest
they'd shut their eyes and then softly they slept
Santa left them presents beneath the tree
and youngsters roused early, excitedly.
I remember this, though then just a kid
and often recall those moments of bliss
Times then were tough, but I'll never forget
the Christmas had, that was simply the best.
I used to have a lovely mini-dog
who followed me wherever I would go.
Nobody in my family cared for him,
for only I he loved – that Eskimo!
Into my arms he’d leap when I got home
from having worked. He’d wait beside the door
and know instinctively that I’d be coming.
No other doggie could I have loved more.
It happened that I had to part with him.
My heard was broken, but I’d been assured
a “no-kill” policy protected him,
and always by someone he’d be procured.
A few years later, as I lay asleep,
I woke, and to my great amazement, he
was right there on the bed. I said his name.
Excitedly, my dear dog jumped to me.
I felt him in my arms; I rubbed my face
into his fur; I smelled and felt it too.
He was as soft as I remembered him.
My dream to be with him again came true.
I ended back inside another dream
with my small dog; and here’s what I discerned:
his soul had flown, but right as he had died,
on his way out – to me he had returned!
April 11, 2023
for Unseeking Seeker's A Wisdom Download Poetry Contest