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Premium Member Poetry I Understand

Little hands, whispering gently,
Embracing the hearts,
Who love so intently –

Little ears, listen to the song,
Spreading melodies,
Never expecting any wrong.

Little eyes, considering the heart,
Breathless as the spring,
Full of grace, they’ll impart.

Little smiles, glimpses of rapture,
Stirring the light within,
Reflections of hope they’ll capture.

Little treasures, blessings of love,
Falling on the spirit, wonders
Assurances that come from above.

Little lives, breathlessly moving,
Hearts to believe, to see,
Beyond the night, where love is the key.

Little souls, only God knows…
They bring life so much reason,
More than words can expose.

Little ones, from God’s own hand,
Filled with light, adoration,
They are the poetry that I understand!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Strange paradox

                                  Depression, dejection, distress
                                      Not unusual expressions
                                          Mind is vulnerable
                                    Responding to ringing milieu 
                                        And staying like that 

                                     Philosophies and preachings 
                                             Are of no avail
                                        Reason does not prevail
                                        Before intrinsic infirmity
                                    Human is an earthly creature

                                            A strange paradox
                                     Perfect making the imperfect
                                    And expecting them to be perfect
                                    He is indulging in imperfection
                                         Flirting with His identity 

                                         May be His definition of
                                       Joy and sorrow is different
                                  But how to decode his definitions
                                             Where is the key?
                                              Only He can tell.

The rose



A rose 
With the scent of the earth 
Aroma from the clouds 
A desire to soar
Tides crashing 
against the shore 
Pauses to expose 
the measure 
Of the treasure 
Yet the strain 
Of the petals 
inside the fine veins 
Yearning for a selfie 
The glee of the folds 
So bold 
Expecting expansion 
Spirit of ascension 
Reinforced by 
The longing for flight 
Freedom of light 
In addition 
The sops 
The raindrops 

Veils slowly ajar 
A glimpse of the shine 
of a star 
A delicate smile 
Somewhat beguiled 
At a simmer 
A glimmer 

Lips and eyes follow 
From a depth 
Gradually 
The treasure 
Time swallowing time 
Chimes in the atmosphere 
Eyelashes and hair 
Fair and lovely 
And the eyes 
Azure and solitary 

The flute 
Its sheen 
Nose aquiline 
Ready to receive 
with a salute 
  ___________

July 23, 2025

Premium Member I'M Not Alone

Tears were rolling down his face, he told me.
I heard them in the sound of his sad voice.
Before today, we’d been so glad to know
my tumor was removed. We could rejoice!

Expecting radiation for six weeks,
I felt fantastic! Chemo I’d escaped.
Late test results came in. I heard with shock
the dread word “chemotherapy” and gaped.

I called my spouse. He could not help but cry.
I felt his tears as if they were my own.
He said I was too good to go through this.
His words will get me through. I’m not alone.

Written July 28 for the Three Stanzas- Three Only Contest of Broken Wings
Quatrain form with the rhyme on the second and fourth lines of each stanza.

Note: I am sure I am going to be ok. This chemo and radiation are all extra precautions to assure cancer does not return. I just don't want to go through it all, and the news the other day I would need the extra chemo was very unexpected! Thanks, my friends, who support me with your love and prayers. Thanks, Constance. Your special word was my inspiration.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member And I Love You

verse 1
I come to resist you;;
As I come to embrace you; 
Wanted to caress you;
Just let me bless you;
Been praying and searching looking all over for you; 
Never stalking never wanting but just praying for you;

And I was praying daily;
And I was searching for the one;
Never lasting filled with God's available;
And I waited for you
And I pray for you
You're the one that I choose

Chorus
And your of my dream;
The Wonder of beauty;
It seems;
And I love you, and I love you yes I do


And I love you yes I do yes I do I love you
And I love you and I love you yes I do
And I love you yes I do yes I do I love you
 God has preserved your being
 And He has given you to me I have been searching you're the one of my dreams

Reframe
I come to ignore you;
As I witness you;
Engaged and expecting you;
All I know God is blessing you;

And your of my dreams;
The Wonder of beauty!
It seems;
And I love you and I love you
God has preserved your being
He saved you just for me
And I love you yes I do and I love you
And I love you yes I do and I love you
Yes I do
And I love you

Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2017
From anthology "True Love As Per God"
Form: Ballad


Premium Member The Sweetest Gift

The sweetest gift I ever got 
was nothing fancy or store-bought.
It had no wrapping and no bow,
but what it left me was a glow
which all my young life I had sought.

It came to me when I was not
expecting it. A young man taught
me feelings young girls yearn to know -
the sweetest gift.

With blissfulness my heart was fraught,
for in a dream I had been caught
as with a smooth and tender flow,
the bearer of my gift gave slow
soft kisses on the night he brought
the sweetest gift.

(The sweetest gift is simply romance!)

For Cyndi MacMillan's 
GIFTS GIVEN, GIFTS RECEIVED. A RONDEAU Poetry Contest
Form: Rondeau

You'Ve Been Hurt

You've Been Hurt 

I know your heart’s been hurt
so many times before
I see it in your eyes
this pain comes from your core

You protect that softest place
that you harbor deep inside
encasing it in an armor
this tenderness that you hide

You’re quick to raise defenses
and assume there’s ill intent
forcefully building fences
expecting constant repent

Chorus: 

I understand this kind of pain
that makes it hard to see
I’ll help you stop the pelting rain
if this can set you free

Crying soul you must begin
to try to see the light
Not everyone is evil
or does things out of spite

Love is what defines us
and bonds your soul with mine
Finding faults in everyone
just widens the divide

The crevice grows in depth
each hurt just makes it widen
making it harder every time
to see to the other side

Chorus: (repeat) 

Look with a forgiving eye
upon those you choose to judge
Perhaps intent was full of light
not something to begrudge

Our souls are cloaked in human skin
imperfections simply inherent
Choose to see the light within
though not always apparent 

Chorus: (repeat)
© Judith S   Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Epoch a Lipstick...

Here’s the arm of my giddy on…
It’s a pity that’s it’s not what you’re expecting
Inspections detected a mention 
Called weapons of mass destruction
What freaking moron would build such things
Pretending to tend to the important Beings
Lending to send such meaningless meanings
Keeping the freeKin’ fearing sound, 
on the ground?

Displeased, the lipstick came out…

Mislead was the message I shout!
Inspections detected a mention
That a moron’s moronic notion
Is to control and rule the ocean…

The vision was clear….
Pissed off and quick you hear…
A big Mother took her kid by the ear.
Nothing in the world did the poor chap fear
Except the color of lipstick, the Mother would wear.

Next thing you know
There was lightening in the snow
Zipper sounds from the clouds I say
Lines in the sky and they made me sway
The color of blue was to change this day.

Oracle triggers triggered safety valves
On maple leaves and written in halves
Visions clear in the windless rain
Nothing gets to work, if the works in vain.
Drastic peace and solutions in the wind.

Getty up Scout…
Nothings perfect.
© Izzy Gumbo  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Hardened Heart

Your thought not to hate
But why I hate you so much
Lord please come into my heart 
My heart has hardened
She left me 
Left me with the boys
I loved her
But she loved the bottle
Smoke
Party 
Streets 
Friends
She was unloyal 
Had my questions DNA
But my genes run deep
Lord bring forgiveness in my heart 
I want to break her down
I wish she drop dead
No I don't 
Lord help me please 
How could she
I wanted to be family 
Be a man 
Do right by her
5 years no calls
Letters
Visits
Now you expecting again 
How dare you 
Lord bless her soul
Will you abandon
This one
I pray not
Lord take this hostility
Out my spirit
Take it out 
This built up anger 
Remove it
Lord my heart hardened

-Patrice Jackson and Ricky Jackson

Premium Member Congratulations 2019 Is the Expectant Year

Congratulations! 
2019 is the expectant year.
You will get a baby, if you are expecting one.
If you are expecting to say "no" to a puppy, but you have an
eight-year-old who wants one, and you are not firm, you might
get one, so expect this to possibly happen.
You will get a vibrancy and fun-filled life, if you think you will.

You will lose all of your money at a casino, if you believe in losing.
If you do not expect to lose, you have a shot at maybe enough money
to buy a pair of hot pink jogging pants with the words Treasure Island running up the leg in fancy schmancy rhinestones..
If you expect them to fall apart in the washer, they will though.

If you expect to get run over by a truck, well, that can also happen.
2019 is the expectant year, after all.

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