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Looking deep into your invitingly,
warm, brown eyes, I suddenly felt
intoxicated, as if I were drunk,
Drunk, dizzy, and unbalanced,
Unbalanced, I stumbled right into an
old tree,
Tree, it wasn’t any old tree; it was
the tall palm tree, our secret meeting
place.
Place, a heart-shaped rose garden,
where endless hours of daydreaming
and making plans,
Plans of things and places we
would visit and explore,
Explore and wander through some
of those great cities around the
world,
World! That wonderful world was our
dream. How nice if I could return to
those old, carefree, lazy days.
Days where we could just lay in the
warm tropical sun, listening to our
favourite love songs, enjoying the
cool sea breeze, oblivious to time,
drifting us right into
sunset,
Sunset worked its magic on our
souls, inciting feelings of romance,
Romance, throughout our romantic
phase, you were thoughtful and
generous, and always did everything
with great love.
Love, our love was blooming
beautifully like a Rose garden in
Springtime,
Springtime sadly doesn’t last forever,
Forever wasn’t meant for you and me,
Me and you, it was our destiny to
meet and then part,
But alone and abandoned, I could
never be, for in my heart,
Those unforgettable memories of
the “us” dwell in a perpetual embrace,
undisturbed in eternal bliss.
By Zyrool
When they joined sone were sixteen
In the war of 1914 to 18
They were young and gave their life
Some not even able to get a wife
They all joined for what was right
Freedom and humanity being their fight
Their basic training was not very long
Thier bayonets were at least a footlong
They were trained hard and taught how to fight
Told they would live if they got it right
But this was false and the war went on
Mustard gas and tanks came along
Over the top when that whistle blew
What layed ahead no one knew
Wire entanglements and craters smoke all around
Explosions, gunfire and shouts of help the sound
Keep moving forward as best they could
Step over the wire and the burning wood
Pinned down by the enemy by that gun
Thinking of home that this is not fun
Sat in thier foxhole looking for a way out
Rounds whizzing past hear another shout
Grenade is the call and then a large bang
Then you hear metal on metal clang
Gas is the next thing they hear shout
Quick quick pull that mask out
As the smoke goes over they lay and wait
Constantly checking on their mate
All clear all clear is now the order given
Their still here and are really driven
Back to the their trench they have to go
Stepping over bodies of friends and foe
This goes on until 1918
The eyes give away some sights they have seen
That spritely young man who went away
Not the same man who came back that day
Alas there are none of these hero's left
Families still sad and feeling bereft
Remember these men and others who follow
Without them we would have no tomorrow.
Christmas Music
Crisp winter, dust of snow, shivering fun
Hint of celebration flow around town
Reaching the sheer beauty of the season
Impatient chimneys burning slowly down
Santa baby will climb down to a waltz
Taming him with tantalizing taffy
Mistletoe kisses with buzz somersaults
Above ragamuffins warm and cozy
Sleeping dreaming of presents they’ll open
Magic of the night affairs in the stars
Under fuzzy quilt while wind rings the chimes
Sounds of soft footsteps coming down wood stairs
Impatient to see Santa’s good tidings
Children’s eyes light up with joy. Exciting!
12/14/2015
One day we will be, forever silent.
Where would we be without poetry?
As a child, I buried my heart,
drained from games death would play -
in adulthood, it still refuses to resurface.
Grim Reaper hides in the corner of my eyes.
Is there such a thing as an overdose of sadness?
Because sometimes pain has no metaphor,
so we bleed the seeds of dormant blossoms.
I stare at a forgotten photograph,
at a boy I once knew from my past,
scruffy curly hair with tense, timid, tired eyes.
His life is a fuzzy blur, but I feel his misery.
Some memories are merely reflections,
some reminders, returning within season.
Unwanted souvenirs of how unfair life can be.
When skies are clouded like ashen smoke,
all I hear is untuned violin strings, screeching -
violent, like tangible bursts of thunder.
An orchestra of lightening forcing an
explosions of unerupted emotions.
Like pain placed in a paper bag,
scattered like a dead man's ashes.
I've come to terms with people
not seeing beyond the smile.
Still I search for love in freezing rain,
to prevent from numbing sensations.
In the darkness of death,
I still remember the white lights -
and my mother's rainbow love
maybe that's what saved me.
I realise the reality of adversity.
I'm an advocate of its lessons -
because, i'm a definition of each battle,
yet I know the war is far from over.
Poetry is the perfect way to release suppressed emotions.
My heart desires to beat like a flutist's musical notes -
like a kite floating higher and higher against brutal winds.
Silent One
4 December 2020
This is an example of my current contest called catharsis poetry.
I attempted to use poetry techniques like light alliteration and assonance.
hey dad,
it’s been a while. thirteen years and six months if we’re being precise.
i write your title a lot nowadays
‘dad’
but you dont know me
i’ll introduce
my name is emry grace henderson
im fourteen, with blonde hair and green eyes (which everyone seems keen on commenting about- i think the gold flecks are from your amber ones)
i love music
love the sound of strings vibrating on a flat surface, haunting melodies
(or in our case, Irish folk songs- though i suppose you wouldnt know that?)
I’ve missed you- though i suppose thats also a bit of an understatement
im not sure i understand you
understand why
no matter how hard my grandmother explains
on a sunday evening
although ive heard we are pathologically similar
(i wouldnt know)
how are you?
what are you like?
ive a vague outline of you
faded and blurry, yet as vibrant as autumn in virginia
(i never did tell you about that trip did i?)
it’s good to get this out- im not sure i could speak it aloud- ive a way of fumbling the words until their unintelligible,
only understood by the leaves that shake in the wind, by the hummingbirds in the skies, by the black bose i wear as a grounding element
somedays i wonder if this was ever meant for me
do you feel like this?
(from what ive heard you collapsed under the weight- i hope not to)
they say we’re similar
though bitterness kept me from acknowledging this truth
i hope you’ll meet me someday
when the voices are less present- and you are free from the weight of this world- because i’d love to finally meet you.
The sun is overjoyed
reaching its zenith
suspending in cloudless sapphire skies
in a scarlet lit horizon
its solar sheen is veiled,
beyond the handsome hacienda
hidden from ancient alibis
a time of musings I can’t resist
I paint a likeness of her,
wistful watercolor bursts
highlights by brushed strokes
gently caressing her skin, she wears
an unrestrained ear to ear grin
recherché, warmth rare
as a ruby red stone
a sonorous soprano’s tone
ravened tresses cascade unruly
copious tangled locks flow wild
within stirs the silver stars,
she perceives the wisdom in the callow
& indelible in the wise
youths’ oval ebony, &soulful eyes
a generous yet haunting sad smile,
transcending space &time
it rids me of my harden heart’s denial
on a quest of her own,
a love child grown
…&so has a
a mother’s love
MOONSHINE ELIXIR
My rose perfume scents the hospital room
where he returns for moonshine elixir.
My eyes, wide and afraid at the pale monster
who glows with pinkish cheeks as he drinks.
I scream, from inside my brain, as my mouth
softly moans, “no...no…”
My friend strung a cross - pressed it to my heart,
but he snickered, for i’m far too close to the dark.
He forced a nurse to remove it — she wore it
to ward off the evil, that terrified my bedside.
He told her, as he licked his lips, “Keep it on,
or i’ll send you next, to the funeral parlor.”
She pulls out a hammer and a stake, “That
would be a grave mistake, monster! Watch
your back. I know where you live. Do you
have time to move before the moon is through?”
He seethes, taking it out on me, raping me
of the rest of my lifeblood. He screams
at the top of his unholy breath…
The nurse’s hair caught in its vortex, the stench
of death she can’t escape. He vanishes
and fearfully he is able to find a new residence.
She must always watch her back, be careful
that no one unhinges the clasp at the back of her neck
...not even her husband.
Each night she hears a horrible howl, the wind blows the windows
and doors, a pale reminder of the evil that stirs...
12/21/2018
See my poem Victorian Virtue
when I was young, I recall the apple trees in rows
and the farm house and the grass that was so green
the chickens, and the rooster who announced the day
and I helped grandma collect the chicken eggs
and played in the hay, but
grandpa, told me to be careful in the stables
for I loved the horses and watched spellbound
and the milk cows were scattered in fields so peaceful
and the daisies and buttercups grew wild everywhere
at night I could hear the owl who lived in the barn
as I closed my little girl weary eyes
_______________________
May 4, 2021
Written for the contest, All Yours (May 5)
sponsor, Brian Strand
I would love to visit Africa
I would love to visit the heart of Africa
there's no doubt it would have my heartbeat
my ancestry, my love, my wide open eyes
dad told me long ago
as i scooted close to his campfire
that his families namesake
traced to towns, rivers, counties in Africa
i was overwhelmed
really, really
me a white guy, somewhat
and Japanese, Polish
but it's true when you see my last name
maybe the roots traced back to the beginning of time
really, really
who knows, but it's true
it's true, i say
someday, when the sunshine's on me
and the weathers fine
i would love to go to Africa, and visit
... hopefully
with the black bear, the one here
or the one in my imagination ...
the one that always loves to get her nose stuck
in the honey jar,
i love that ... it's so her
okay that was a joke
because i love to joke
because i'm a funny bunny, too
i dream, does it hurt to dream?
i dream of that day
and opportunity
for a bouquet of flowers,
black bear's name on it or not,
i would love to ride the Congo river
the breeze in my face, riding the look,
khakis, a Congo hat, her in my arms
man, how i dream
the look would be fine
is that bad,
can it get any better?
i dream of riding an elephant
the biggest and wildest elephant
okay that was an exaggeration
because i'd be scared
give me a baby elephant that's fine
and visiting the lion and tiger safaris
and mingling with the natives
and buying a sari for her, especially for her
i dream of checking into the hotel
in Africa, a nice hotel overlooking a lake
with Congo trees dancing to my presence
... see how i dream, i told you
and having the front desk do a double take
of my last name
and then ...
i would just roll my eyes, for effect, maybe to impress
... only her
connie pachecho
3/8/17
I close my eyes, a white elephant near,
Sparkling like marble, bringing you here.
On his back, you shine like a star,
A prince so handsome, no one can compare.
In a land where dreams softly fall like snow,
We run through the hills, moving slow.
I’ll touch you like sunbeams, warm and bright,
In the moonlight, you glow more than the night.
No scars on your skin, just a radiant glow,
In your purple shirt, you steal the show.
You’re a destiny to me, but more than that,
A prince of my heart, where love’s at.
Together we’ll dance in this magical place,
With love in our hearts, in a warm embrace.
You deserve the world, my sweetest dream,
Forever together, we’ll make life gleam.
In a land where dreams softly fall like snow,
We run through the hills, moving slow.
I’ll touch you like sunbeams, warm and bright,
In the moonlight, you glow more than the night.