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Hills come alive with sweet sounds of birds whistling tunes
Filled with harmonious peace, you sail within time
Gentle whispering winds through branches of trees call
When you dare to take the first step forward
Everything feels so easy embracing such beauty
Mixing voices of nature talk deeply flowering
Thrown into the unknown life is truly magical
A universe inside feelings explode in one gift
The soul eclipsing delight warmed with sunshine rays
Like a virgin being on guard of the tiger claws, lions, bears and snakes
Only when your starlight kisses clouds evaporate
Time continues and the butterfly waltzes freely once more
Crossing paths in this journey new beginnings grow
Small wild strawberries threaded upon a stem beg to taste
Opening one gateway within thoughts
Setting sail into another world beyond
With you salt of the ocean waves rise and fall
Upon rocks kissing pillar of strength
A cool breeze says goodbye upon your cheek
Loving spices land this boat on paradise sands where gold sparkles warm beams
When we meet at Heaven's gate batting lashes close entering a doorway into a dream
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 05.09.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
In the middle of the night, you came, oh, death,
Wishing my soul to harvest
Vehemently, I refused to surrender it to you
Fact, that made you so angry.
You said your divine right was to claim it
But still, your request I turned down
It was then that you thought it reasonable to incapacitate me
For your mission sooner to carry out.
The first step you took was my voice to silence
The second was my legs to immobilize
Thus mute and paralyzed, you fancied, I couldn't resist
So your prize would quickly be obtained.
For five days, in total muteness and bedridden, I remained
Yet, a gallant fight I put up to escape your embrace
But all my efforts in vain appeared to be
As the gates of eternity, I could gaze.
Late on the fifth day, a doctor of great character and skill,
He decided to empty the Hematoma formed next to my brain
Thus, a foot-long Craniotomy performed with great care
Hoping you, oh, death, to chase away.
Although now, slowly, I am recovering
Anticipating a few more years of life to enjoy,
I know very well in my heart, oh death,
That we together would be one blessed day!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 November 2021
* This is a biographical poem that narrates the events that took
place between the twelfth day of October and the first day of
November in the hospital!
Inside us all deep within is a fire that will awakens
all of our burning passions, just waiting for a spark
Are you ready to take your first step to that glory
Once that fire begins to burns to awaken a passion
It begins to shape every thing of who you are meant
To be and what you can achieve with your life dream
Sometime it begins with just a silent whisper inside
It might be something that you see that begins just
That spark all the time fulling you deep deep inside
Whatever it is if you are passionate go for your dream
It might be just that heartbeat away that is your story
But never let someone deny you your moment glory
If they say it is not within you, then remember this
The fire that's began deep inside will still burn within
Every step that you take is a journey of inspirations
Only you can decide if you have what it truly will take
This is the moment when you will see that story fire
In that glimpse of your eyes life burning passion fire
With pure intention.
I longed to prove more than what became ideal.
Insecurity can come from a variety of sorts.
Communication through action, not only words.
The value of times essence.
Counting the moments it takes to come to the realization,
I too was afflicted.
To appreciate a woman such as her.
Not to impose on exposed thighs.
A factious affair that could only enforce what was felt mentally.
Only in mental.
Still we became vulnerable to the emotions that followed.
I appreciated her in full.
In part to generosity.
Her stare, the way she'd vocalize to the rhythm of her heart.
I emptied my time when I had none to give.
Creating a revolving door of emotion,
In due time it was never enough.
In part I tried to stop. Finding myself too far gone.
She too pointed in blame.
Everything that felt so right became wrong.
My face no longer my own.
But one of her past.
I shared fault in every reaction that wasn't my own.
I'd sit and wander my thoughts.
Everything she said I'd do, I'd never done.
A shadow loomed, knowing only to spread.
Finding it's way past the light of heart.
Soon the very words we stood upon filled with cracks.
I too, afflicted by everything other than myself. Than her.
Than we.
Just as the very first step felt the hardest.
The last one was even harder.
Not realizing who we were any longer, the trips to and from were never the same.
Both lost in the tide of emotion.
In the hopes of not becoming totally lost.
I watched her give herself to another.
to feel the same way about another, to go above and beyond for another.
To again become afflicted, as his face later became one from her past.
With trembling hands I tore into my gift
My heart a flutter at what I would find
Out of the box, tiara I did lift
Sent with love from subjects, loyal kind
And nestled there, what else did I espy?
Bejeweled combs to place in raven hair
My eyes filled up with sparkling tears of joy
From sweet and loving words so filled with care
My soul has struggled long to find some peace
At times bereft of strength to carry on
These poet friends have helped to bring release
My heart with tender kindness they have won
So tell me not, my kingdom is not real
Tiara tears proclaim just how I feel
Eileen Manssian Ghali
At times people insinuate that my poetry community is not real. How little they know. I want to thank FJ THOMAS for the poem she posted a while back, “The Kingdom of Ghali,” in which she graciously gave me the title of QUEEN! This was the first step in a process of restoring my faith and confidence in myself. The next came in the mail a few days ago. What can I tell you? THIS GESTURE MOVED ME BEYOND WHAT WORDS CAN EXPRESS. FJ THOMAS sent me a tiara…and hair combs, to sparkle in my hair and remind me, that though I am going through difficult times, I am a “QUEEN”. In there were greetings from my loyal “subjects”…..Drake Eszes, Richard Lamoureux, Becca Lucas, and Jack Ellison. There were also three letters. My mother on the soup, DONNA JONES wrote a poem that squeezed my heart in the most loving ways ever imaginable. I LOVE YOU, DONNA! Charmaine Chircope send me her love and hugs which just made me glow, and of course, FJ Thomas…the woman behind it all……wrote me lovely words that will have my heart singing for a long long time. I’m wearing my crown…there…in my photo, but most importantly…I’m wearing it in my heart…FOREVER. It’s good to have REAL friends! HUGS
Rebirth and Recovery
As I sit in the waiting room of my physician
I contemplate my life’s position
I think of many nights of wizardry and magic
when all it was, was as a life so tragic
I felt as life had just begun
staying high was so much fun
I was young-felt that time was on my side
but time is a funny thing, you see it never stops,
this I confide.
It seems to me that 20 years passed overnight
my youth stolen by a thief in the night.
The thief I speak of is not man or animal,
but an affliction,
You see, it’s a disease called addiction.
It rakes you in with promises of women,
riches and fame,
but when you’re all used up, all you’re left with
is guilt, remorse and shame.
So here I sit in the office of my physician,
listening to him tell me my life’s condition
and how I’m supposed to die of this affliction,
as I choose to live once more.
James David Rider
8-1-09
Thank you all for indulging me, this was written by husband, who doesn't write poetry, not
until now, and I feel it's something that needs to be gotten out there so here is the first step.
Take a chance.
Send me a sign, to show me how you feel,
And I'll return my message to you, in a little while.
I'm taking the first step, but it takes two to tango,
So what do you think, shall we dance with each other?
Will you become my lover and my lay with me tonight?
Or shall I leave you to these people and not be by your side?
You see, I'm the one who made you smile,
And you told me that it's been a while,
Since you remember being happy and thinking like this,
But I too harbour the bad memories, that come with this thing.
But if I can take the risk, then I'm sure you can too,
If you can't, I understand, I've been there too darling.
Those crazy misspent days and those long winter nights,
Left us happy and content
And we were always happy when we weren't crying.
But times stands still for no man and it's time for me to leave,
I've got to leave you here alone now,
So you can breathe a sigh of relief.
You may want things to be different,
But I'm a ghost ship passing by,
The guy you thought you made a connection with,
In the blink of an eye and an awkward smile.
In that moment I saw you truly,
As you wished no-one could see you right now,
With your guard down and you hair messed up,
You shone so bright like a nuclear cloud.
An explosion in my heart and then you were gone,
Tomorrow you may not remember me,
But you shall not be forgotten.
A single smile, with your red hair in the wind,
Reminded me of what could be, if I changed a few things,
And forgot those bad memories, that have now engulfed me.
They keep me here trapped, letting nobody in.
I'm willing to risk it all and lay here at your disposal,
To dispose of at your dissatisfaction,
But to keep while I'm still useful.
Until the day comes when you disappear into the night,
Then like a candle blowing in the wind,
Your love will walk out of my life.
But the pains we have endured, shall become our cure,
Make us stronger this time; we can do it for sure.
Just one girl and one boy, how hard can it be?
It's as easy to do as you’re A,B,Cs.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
As I stand here upon the precipice of the unknown
I stare out into the darkness
Full of uncertainty and fear
Afraid of taking the next step
What if I fall?
What if I don’t?
What would that mean?
I stand here on the brink of the abyss
Not knowing what to do,
But understanding that the next step I take
Could change the course of my life.
But yet I just stand here
Wondering….
Every possible “what if” scenario flows through my mind
Each thought creating more fear and doubt
Making it impossible for my brain
To control the movement of my feet.
Here I stand on the edge of this phantasmic chasm
Looking out into the darkness of the unknown
Trembling from the fear that consumes me
Paralyzed by the terror that envelopes me
I take a deep breath,
And then another
Which allows me to take back command
of my body and mind
I close my eyes and then,
Ever so slowly my foot begins to move
As I take that first step into the unknown.
2/3/2022
The Precipice of The Unknown
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
When a child is born
In their years that lie ahead
All we ever want for them
Is to watch their happiness spread
Catch their very first step
Be there in case they fall
Hear their very first word
It makes you tear, but you feel so tall
You hold them by the hand
On their very first day at school
Another part of their journey
Our little family jewel
Then it's off to high school
Where they change from year to year
Their heading into the big wide world
It's when we start to fear
This is where us parents look back
And admire the kids we've raised
Our desire to see them prosper and grow
Fills us with inner praise
For as our kids are growing
Our years grow with them too
We do our best like all the rest
Us parents, me and you
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-3.php
The son hadn’t spoken to his father in years.
too many words between them neither forgave
now he sits in silent sadness
seeking forgiveness at his grave.
Each one thought they would make up…some day
some day…
they thought…
some day…
but neither took the first step
and time slowly slithered away.
The son hadn’t spoken to his father in years
forgiveness…neither one ever tasted…
now he sits in silent sadness
regretting all the years that they had wasted.
It’s never too late they both thought to themselves
never too late to hold the other’s hand in his…
It’s never too late they both thought…
It’s never too late…
’til it is.