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I've never had anyone look
At me the way that you do.
The first time I saw it, I tried
To catch it but missed.
Much like a shooting star
Fast & fleeting.
I remember the look on your face,
The pieces of gold shone by the light.
Your eyes, they do something to me
In my collective thought.
They break down an insane amount
Of answers to questions I've never
Thought to think.
I've never had much luck when it
comes to money, but I can imagine
the amount of fear that makes
someone insane off the thought of losing it.
Today, tomorrow, always.
To look up and see your eyes,
A not so hidden pleasure
Fast & fleeting.
Out in the open and still somehow
manage to miss it.
The second, third, as well as fourth
I plan to catch
How distant now those tender hours seem,
When life was but a half-wrought dream...
When youth, with all its golden art,
Unfolded petals round the heart.
Ah, memory, thou cruel friend,
That bids me walk where summers end;
Thou lead’st me back through mists of years,
To find my joy dissolved in tears.
I see once more that shadowed lane,
Where first we sat amidst the rain;
The earth was soft, the sky was gray,
And yet the world was ours that day.
Beneath one trembling parasol,
Two souls forgot the world and all;
The rain made music, sweet and low,
Upon the leaves that bent below.
With clumsy hands, yet full of grace,
I shaped thee roses...paper lace...
Their whiteness pale, their scent but air,
Yet thou didst take them, unaware
That all my heart was folded there.
Thy laughter rang...a silver chime...
That stilled the restless march of time;
And when thy lips, in shy delight,
Pressed soft my cheek, the world grew bright.
We wandered where the birches lean,
Through woodland paths of tender green;
The brook would chatter at our feet,
The air itself seemed warm and sweet.
O innocence! O fleeting fire!
What mortal hand can long aspire
To keep thee fast, when years conspire
To dim thy bloom, to hush thy lyre?
The days rolled on; as seasons must,
They turned our silver dreams to dust.
The woods grew silent, overgrown,
Each path reclaimed, each echo flown.
We parted...not with rage or blame,
But with the hush no words could name.
She left, and with her went the spring;
No lark again would dare to sing.
Yet oft, when twilight veils the plain,
And soft descends the gentle rain,
I walk once more that lonely lane.
The air is cold, the hour is late...
Still, in my hand, I feel the weight
Of fragile blooms that time hath slain...
My paper roses in the rain.
Birth is a common denominator,
Where the journey begins anew,
In the cradle of dreams and laughter,
Life's canvas awaits you.
Age humbles the most valiant,
With each wrinkle, wisdom grows,
The fierce warrior of youth,
Now dances in softer prose.
Work is demanding of our essence,
A grind that shapes the days,
In the hustle of ambition,
We find our varied ways.
Marriage, a tapestry woven tight,
Threads of joy, sorrow, and care,
Two souls entwined in the dance of life,
In moments both rich and rare.
Death, the silent whisper,
The end of a story told,
Yet in the heart’s quiet chambers,
Lives the legacy bold.
In this nominal universe,
We rise, we stumble, we learn,
Each chapter a fleeting moment,
In the cycle of life’s eternal turn
Beyond fair reason I shall think of you
In fallen grass or gently flowered field
To have seen those fleeting times fade to blue
Now distant thoughts that silently will yield
A memory that trembles ever soft
A hazy vision of a face once kissed
I'm whisked to midnight skies and stars aloft
This quiet afterglow now reminisced
A shadowed door from candle light so still
An empty chair a fading silhouette
Forgotten time or love's unyielding will
As flames to ashes, traces two who met
A hand that brushed a cheek that love did know
A kiss remembered from so long ago
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I keep looking in the same empty box for love,
Hoping with each glance, that it will rise above.
Like a magic trick, that's meant to amaze,
I keep searching, in this same, familiar place.
I whisper "Abracadabra" with each hopeful try,
But all I find is emptiness, that makes me sigh.
I thought love was like a treasure, hidden inside,
But as I look, I realize, it's not there to reside.
I keep searching, with my heart full of desire,
Thinking this time, love will light my heart's fire.
But every time, I'm met with disappointment's sting,
As I realize, the box remains empty, love's not in.
So I keep looking, in this same, empty box,
Thinking one day, I'll find love's magic and its power.
And though I may be searching for a fleeting moment,
I know in my heart, that love is worth it.
For love is like a magic trick, that's yet to be found,
And I'll keep looking, until I hold it in my hands.
For love is worth the search, and worth the wait,
And I'll keep searching, until love's magic I've found.
By Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S POETRY
Author Dana Redricks
June 28, 2025
Heaven and hell is real—
not just a tale or a preacher’s zeal. Beyond the veil of flesh and bone,
eternal truths are etched in stone.
Jesus bore the nails, the shame, on Calvary’s cross, He took our blame. With love so fierce, He broke the chain, to lift us up from sin and pain.
We walk a road with twist and turns, where hearts decide, and conscience learns.or toward hell.
This life is fleeting, a vapor, a sigh, yet choices echo when we die. Grace is offered, free and wide, but we must choose where we’ll abide.
Heaven: a place where joy won't cease, where love resides and souls find peace. Hell: the place of fire that never sleeps, where sorrow wails and darkness weeps.
So hear this truth, both stern and kind: redemption's gift is yours to find. The gates of glory open wide, if Christ alone is where you hide.
Heaven and hell—is real, is near, and now’s the time to see it clear. Choose life, choose light, choose love’s great deal—for Heaven and Hell is real.
Copyright © Dana Redricks 2025. All Rights Reserved
Halloween has come and gone
But some haunting will linger on
El dia day has passed on, too
But like the ghosts still passing through
The seen and unseen in between
The last scene last seen now has, too
We're counting each trip 'round the sun
From the day where we've begun
Our paltry trip around this orb
Delighting in what we absorb
But counting is a trick of man
Presuming each click measures span
Of something that's of great import
That turns the time into a sport
And in the greater game some know
The clock we consult here below
Is an invention we hold dear
Which only counts in this small sphere
Not deserving of real mention
Is our cosmology convention
The Cosmos doesn't count, just is
Not bothered by some fleeting whiz
Or sweep of hand… no passing man
Will count in all that really IS
Written: July 06, 2023
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In midnight darkness, a smart spherical roll
Its treks into clouds as ships over hidden shoals.
Wandering hearts strive for their final day.
Hide-and-seek with woodland dwellers play.
To embrace a lover's chin, a lack of mystery
You sparkle and vanish as promises blistery.
Then depart until your eyes tear up.
Ink-splattered sheets won't dry in the cup.
So, any time of the day, retain a sunny face.
A scentless heart's scent is spared by grace.
Your curved grin is burned into my soul.
I cannot claim uniqueness or be whole.
So as to achieve discover a covert bearing.
And seize the place of daydreaming.
Whisperings of the moonlight dance
Reverberate over the vast, dark glance.
In the depths of night, secrets unfold.
As the clever sphere of silver and gold
Through midnight shadow, it rolls and glides.
Guided by unseen hands, it silently abides.
Such ships through hidden shoals, navigates,
Through the vast unknown, it patiently waits.
They crave a love that is pure and true.
A link that will bestow spirits to renew.
In a game of hide-and-seek, the moon does play,
As forest members peek in the moonlight sway.
They watch as it dances, casting its spell.
Enchanting all who dare to dwell.
A wishful lost mystique, in the moon's embrace,
Longing for a touch, a lover's grace.
But the moon is elusive, a fleeting dream.
Such as promises that vanish, it seems.
It glows and then disappears from sight.
Leaving behind a tear, glistening in the night.
Too late to dry a page where ink stains smear,
The moon's presence lingers, a memory so dear.
Even in the daylight, its beauty remains.
A reminder of the love that forever sustains
But the brightness of the sun cannot allay
The ache in a heart that's scentless in decay
Today is Wednesday, tomorrow's Thursday,
New longings arise between us once more,
Like two butterflies meeting in flight,
In a mysterious dance, under a tearful sky.
Wednesday, with scents of the approaching autumn,
With thoughts tangled in webs of hope,
And with timid steps, on memory lanes,
We find ourselves in dreams, amidst lines and experiences.
Tomorrow, when Thursday dawns,
We'll be two strangers, or perhaps old friends,
But our hearts will know,
That between them exists a bridge, a bond for eternity.
Every Wednesday, as the sun sets,
I remember you, your pure smile,
And every time Thursday's moon appears,
I feel the longing grow, my heart breaks and ends.
Between Wednesday and Thursday, in that fleeting moment,
We find ourselves in a parallel world, where time stands still,
Where words are unnecessary, and glances say it all,
Where our hearts beat in unison, in a sublime symphony.
Today is Wednesday, tomorrow's Thursday,
New longings arise between us, like sun rays after the rain,
But we know that, regardless of days and nights,
We will always find each other, in dreams or in thoughts, both of us.
Solid Is Illusionary
We are elemental echos in illusionary domains
Fleeting spectors in a realm of imagined remains
Where this invisible blanket of solidity can unfold
As long ago our shapeshifting dreams foretold
The ashes of truth are trapped in the fires lie
In a vail so thin where enlightenment must surely die
Lays the unseen sanctum for metaphysical bridging between
Here and where memories flow in the narrow astral plain unseen
There where the funeral flames fade
Be not lost, but found, where the homesick soul laid
Of the silent searcher who sleeps within
In the never never land where all dreams begin