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"Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it." Psalm 127:1 of the King James Bible
Behold me…
marked with awesome affectionate hues
exuding family love
radiating bliss of eternal security bonding
triumphantly prevailing midst smiles.
Recollect with me…
while exposing joy of home
along grateful heart of glowing faces
praise-filled, beaming with grace
bestowed by the Lord!
Be glued to me…
never blinking your eyes,
yet now welled with tears
as you are gripped with Mom and Dad’s love
transporting your very being toward siblings’ milestones.
Reminisce with me…
grand celebration of blood-ties reunion along prayer fellowship
as your Dad and Mom steadfastly hold hands
and you view them doing so in heaven
with their inspiring love story, upheld by faith.
Get nostalgic through me…
recalling sweet peace in your paradise
with hearts warmed midst compassion wonders
seeing your parents’ partnership of caring scene
creating legacy of kindness for your generation.
Now, treasure me --- more than a keepsake
as I reverberate your life history
chronicled with mementoes
never to be buried in oblivion
since I, your family picture reign in your heart.
February 8, 2025
2nd place, "Dusty Box of Memories" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 2/12/2025
Years of togetherness now lead us apart.
Desks remain untouched, pages left unturned, charts unread.
Dust blankets everything, forgotten in time.
A new path unfolds.
Laughter echoes through empty walls,
Curtains cling to memories long gone.
The ceiling seems to hold those smiles,
As if everything is still alive.
A new journey begins.
Writing boards erased, markers cast aside,
Files grow old, shelves stand silent.
Awaiting fresh stories, new memories to be made,
A future ready to be written.
Yet the spirit of learning moves forward,
A new academic year will arrive.
With laughter, new faces, and open hearts,
We forge new memories in the making.
And so a new voyage starts,
Writing another chapter in the dairies of time.
Hopper's painted a sober couple
with an unamorous sentiment;
two lovers with faces too distant,
with hands not touching, not feeling...
just being realistic and sensible,
reflecting on a tomorrow that was coming.
The exterior colors are of a depressing dark,
and the interior ones are mixed with bright
ones...with an ivory tone consuming their sober faces;
why are they staring into nothingness, sensing sadness?
We can't feel what they feel, or hear what they hear,
but their thoughtfulness is as intense as the evening' whisper.
Theirs was an era when Elvis was the undisputed king,
and his music was played on an old-fashioned record player;
perhaps his blues were the ones they loved to sing,
but the pretty boy from Tennessee was much younger and happier than they ever were,
not wearing a blue t-shirt, brown slacks and a classic hairdo,
and he rode in his red Chrevolet with a style that was envied by everyone in Hollywood.
Hopper's theme should have been much livelier than this,
not as morose as his summer's evening melancholic portrait;
and who could judge him for expressing himself in a such way?
Perhaps it was a realistic scene he had experienced with his fiancee,
observe the artist's rendition of the unpleasant mood he was in...
and shouldn't have he painted it with a more intimate and amorous sentiment?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
As usual I have a lot to say, but for your sake I’ll try to be brief.
I know, I bring at least a smile to all your faces when I walk into
the room after all no one has ever accused me of not being able to
make an entrance, but at least I make the effort to enter.
When I speak, I know it is difficult for you to understand me.
I see the faces of confusion in the room and I sense your impatience.
You may be surprised to learn that over the years,
I have acquired a knack for recognizing these things in people.
I don’t mind you poking fun at me when I talk too long.
As you know, I do get a little carried away sometimes,
but at least I have something to say and the courage to say it.
I don’t blame you for getting tired of hearing me.
I get tired of hearing myself sometimes,
but unlike you I don’t have the option of turning away.
Some people look at me and see a handicapped person,
others may see me as being physically challenged.
Frankly, I’m not convinced of either description.
Yes, every day does pose new hurdles for me,
but with an unyielding desire to make a contribution to
and play my small role in the greater society
I think I challenge the day.
My mere presents makes each of you
aware of your own boundless potential
by constantly posing the question:
“Why can’t I....?”
There is an excitement when we get together with family and friends
nothing can compare…
with the joy seen on our faces
with the laughter that fills the air.
One of the things I like most is when we’re all sitting around…and then
someone begins a conversation with the words…’remember when’…
As they show up in a whisper…or enter on a shout
they knock on a door within our heart and invite our memories out.
Because following every ‘remember when’….everyone sitting there
will add their own perspective to a memory we share.
And before you know it ‘remember when’s’ are tossed out like beads in a parade
we raise our hands and catch them as they soar
we smile as we drape them ‘round our necks
and eagerly wait for more.
I suppose we don’t think about it much…
how lucky is the family…who
have made a multitude of memories that they can rummage through…
on an evening when they come together…around a table…in a den
and for a while share some smiles…
and some laughter…
as they remember when…
And when the house is empty…
enveloped in silence once again
we wonder
at what point…
this night…
will become it’s own
‘remember when’.
We talk about crushes
Found in reciprocation
Of feelings
Inevitably leading to romance.
The crush that flutters stomachs,
Turns faces red,
And shys the bravest of all.
Crushes where
A confession
Makes or breaks
A friendship,
Acquaintanceship,
Or whatever you have going.
The kind that leads
To dates and kisses
And emotional
And physical connections.
But there are other crushes
That are never spoken of.
What's that, you may ask.
Well, friend crushes.
Friend crushes
Aren't having a crush
On that friend
You've known for some time.
Friend crushes
Are found
when you meet
New People.
You see them
On more than one occurrence
And you're infatuated.
You want them to like you,
More than anything else.
You'll do all that you can
To get their approval.
You're not here for the romance.
They just seem cool.
You want to be cool.
At least, enough for them.
You call them pretty,
You strike up conversation.
There's an intention
In your actions,
But it's not romance;
It's friendship.
You want to get their number
And message them
Whenever they have
The time for you.
You want to follow each other
On all the socials,
Commenting and hyping
Every photo they post.
You want to walk
Through a store
And send them a picture
Because it reminded you of them.
You want to share music
And interests.
Talk about nothing
And everything all at once.
You want the intimacy
Of friendship
With its easy touches
And fond little laughs.
What you want
To share secrets
And deep conversations
That make you think
Even after they're gone.
You want outings,
And support.
Smiles and tears.
Truth and advice.
Friend crushes
Are the feelings
We have for people
We have a connection with
That hints at the potentiality
Of a friendship.
The tip of the fur tree sticks out like a sore candle
Barely visible an angel drowns in a pileup of presents
Fortunately wrappers and cards are bio-degradable
Each allocated their circumspect place for recycling
Ribbons find rest in a manger on top of Baby Jesus
Who awaits resurrection just breathing under the load
Season’s decorations sum up the festival of love
Finely crafted dollar signs meet the cherishing eyes
Wooden ornaments of cross bows and skull bones
Defiled grave stones miniscule reminders of peace
Guns and roses entwining unmistakeable messages
Thorns are forever and tiny bullets shine like tinsel
Mesmerized the young family looks at their gifts
No plastic in sight because this is a sustainable feast
Chocolate Santas jingle silent nights on Kalashnikovs
Pinocchio attempts to rescue the meaning of kindness
Slides down the chimney on Rapunzel’s delicate hair
Gets ditched in a trench of poppies bloody like wine
A veiled little figure begs for mercy at the Jolly Inn
Which looks like a shopping mall that hails indigestion
Jojos powered by solar eclipses arrest in full flight
But the children are happy as long as they get a drone
To spread holy prophesies in the name of liberation
From infidel contamination of pagans soldiering on
Jonny plays with the cardboard crates not quite prepared
For what might be in Pandora’s Box and Felix the cat licks
Tins of caviar and dolphin with no tuna caught in the net
Holly and Ivy are too small to digest mince pies and porkies
They shriek when Christmas crackers explode in their faces
Are too young to wonder what might have caused the charade
20th December2019
Okay what do I want to write?
I think I am going to write about fulfillment
What is fulfillment?
Is it when you have no want?
Yes you bet
As long as you want something, you are not fulfilled
And you keep on searching and reaching for it
As long as the something in you is void
you are going to feel like you gotta have it
Do you even know what it is?
What is it that you are searching for?
You can look in millions of faces
and you will never find it
because it is not in there
As long as you put your needs and wants in human faces
you will never be satisfied
because God did not make it that way
He makes it so we look in Him
and not at humans for our contentment
He is there for everything you need
Humans are secondary
As long as you did not have in that order
You will never be fulfilled
And you would be screaming
"God I am not happy"
And He is going to tell you
You search for the world
You are gonna have the world
If you search for God
You will have the things that are of God
Comprende?
Haha I feel like putting that in there
So in case what I say sounds like another language
Then you get your confirmation
Lol have a wonderful time figuring out
You never gonna get the world
But you can get God
Wouldn't that surprising?
It’s that time of year when longing occurs
A Country, far away, waits to welcome a return
A challenging journey awaits patiently
Travel back in time as time lords partake
The clocks of the World tick away the hours
Arrive quietly, fall into days of travel fatigue
Time to now venture out into our childhood World
Walk streets so narrow, memories deceive
People acknowledge each other
A wave, a smile, a shout of hiya
Not known to each other, just a welcome call
Familiar faces, we struggle for names
Some look our way, turn, and look again
smile to yourself, I know you as well
The pubs, places of friends and gossip
Time for a rest, and a pint of best bitter
Stand at the bar with my thoughts for company
A group of locals enter the bar
The sounds of voices echo afar
Study faces in the mirrors reflection behind the bar
Know them all from time gone by
A female voice asks a question
Turn to look at the question asker
Eyes are the first to betray a smile
She uses your name, it sounds like poetry
Please join us and share your adventures?
join the group of young men and women
They all stand as if welcoming royalty
Laughter and handshakes, kisses on the cheek
Comments of not changed in manner or looks
sitting down amongst friends of old
The question asker, with eyes that look through to your soul
Eyes study eyes, known once before
Hers did not blink as laughter unfolded
Quietly asked, why did you go away?
Explanation given, all politely listened
Exhaustion from questions as the hours ticked by
Eventually all said their good byes
Quietness descended once again
Just myself and inner thoughts, sitting quietly
A female voice, may I sit for a while?
You both smile, lost for words
Her hand reaches across the table
Silent question as your hand reaches out
If only, the question as you chat over times gone by
Both stand and hug and say our farewells
She leaves without turning around
Memories burst in my head
Day one adventures completed happily.
Carefree days and endless nights
Great surprises and delights
Dreaming of my future goals
And what story will told
Watching stars on favorite shows
Wishing that I had a role
Reading books on faraway lands
And envisioning my plans
What would my destiny entail
Will my fortune be derailed
Will I achieve enormous heights
Will my visions work out right
Will I live in exotic places
And hob-nob with the famous faces
Will I have a great career
And have loved ones that are near
In my mind I’ve painted stories
Of cherished dreams and splendid glory
Will my wishes then arise
And appear before my eyes
If I use my imagination
And dismiss my limitations
I’ll achieve my coveted goal
And my future will unfold