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It was a new year's party
Footfalls of the cups and glasses
Dances of the eyes and tongue
The time swung with the music
She wore a light pink lipstick
A lithe body of twenty
A handndsome cascade in the eyes
Time forgot to fly
Across the table
Sat a young man of about twenty one
The brilliant eyes there and then won
Her thoughts
The river and the yacht
The conversation spurred
Further invitations and meets
For the hungry heartbeats
They got married
One day in the evening
Were into a starry swing
Under the dream-filled stars
He talked of the Venus and Mars
Mentioned the milkyway and black holes
Adjusted the rose in the buttonhole
She recited Eliot under the oak and chestnut
The time rippling in the two pink huts
Just a few weeks later
When he was about to unveil the nature
Looking into the time and space
Amazed at its grace
To find out
If God really did not play
The dice with the universe
He was diagnosed with a deadly disease
She stood by refusing to be daunted
We will not allow it to be terminal
She was emphatic
As in the wheel chair
He would amble
Though the doctors gave no more than
Three years of life
The river resolved
To stand by the desert
The chlorophyll by the grey leaves
Eyes keeping close watch on the disease
She pieced together the broken sun
Aggregate of many a moment of the nun
Weaving his tattered confidence
With the wools of warm love for the husband
A fragrance of the garden
The home and family
Rested exclusively on her shoulders
Though overwhelmed
They carried out the responsibility
Ungrudginly
The disease relented
Its progress slackened
The stars in the night sky celebrated
The togetherness unbridled
He travelled on
From the summit to the next summit
Done it, she exclaimed
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March 21, 2018
Together we are strong - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Note : As I was not personally involved in what happened, I understand the poem might not fit into the frame of the sponsor. Still considering the strength of the togetherness highlighted in the poem I am entering it for the contest
Early morning
In various places
Faiths of many
Wearing different faces
Families descend
To spend their time
Families intend
To queue in line
Shoppers gather
Sellers sell
Many hundreds
Getting on so well
A face so different
Enters the scene
Although they blend
The look of mean
Position chosen
Before this day
No thought or care
Of who they slay
Connection met
Explosion spew
Scarlet life
In sporadic flew
Innocents scattered
Families torn
These newly called martyrs
From natures womb born
Media coverage
To foreign lands
Showcase this horror
By cowardly hands
Carnage cleared
Blue skies return
To witness the horror
Where many lives turned
This belt of no faith
Triggered for what
Remembered today
Tomorrow forgot
The people's people
Return every day
Market Square Hero's
In-spite of the slay
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war3.php
Real love is Hard To Find
You can look a thousand times
Still don't mean you will find
What you been searching for
You can look everywhere
I mean here and there
But with love is it in the air
Or not
Has finding true love
Been forgot
Or is it where you left it
Could you except it
Or make it happen with do time
Seem like real love is hard to find, (yeeeeaahhhh)
(chorus )
Real love is so hard to find
So many people been hurt
Don't want to rewind
Rewind back to when it felt real
Now they are closed up
I mean sealed
They loved you even through the hard times
Baby but true love is hard to find
,(Verse 2,)
Remember the days
You could define true
I was loved for me
And you were loved for you
It was innocent love
And amazing
Just the thought of your name
Had me dazing
If I could reach back
And turn the times
Then true love would not be hard to find
chorus )
Real love is so hard to find
So many people been hurt
Don't want to rewind
Rewind back to when it felt real
Now they are closed up
I mean sealed
They loved you even through the hard times
Baby but true love is hard to find
(Hook)
One day you'll truly see
And understand
Don't rush
You have the upper hand
To get yourself together
Make it through any weather
Ask God to especially put it together
Dare to be different
It's OK
Real love will find you one day
Real love is so hard to find
So many people been hurt
Don't want to rewind
Rewind back to when it felt real
Now they are closed up
I mean sealed
They loved you even through the hard times
Baby but true love is hard to find
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
2,/28,/2016
Your are being so obnoxious
With an attitude that's very toxic
Affecting everyone you meet
Someone needs to really beat
This terribleness out of you
Before it is stuck like glue
Sticking to your soul and mind
Dig down deep and you will find
A gentleness that you forgot
While your acting like a butt
With every minute you infuse
Someone's heart with saddened blues
Because you think it's alright
Lashing out from a tall height
That darkens the days of those
Who used to be really close
Till you turned around and slid
Down a slope flipping your lid
And everyone is asking why
Day by day they try and try
To reach inside and pull out
What you used to be about
A miracle needs to appear
So they can fix and repair
What made you so mean and bitter
Somewhere there's a spark of flicker
That once used to be ignited
Everyone would be excited
If that torch would light again
Bringing back their sweet kind friend
Walking in the woods on a summers day
I ran across the savvy mushroom king
The old tight-wad geezer wanted to play
I played him checkers and a little chess.
The king was pretty good, I must confess.
Same time next week I asked the little guy?
Leaving, he said. How ‘bout fourth of July?
We made a little date, the mushroom king and I.
I would bring purple sparklers and fire crackers,
He promised lemon meringue faerie homemade pie.
I dreamed of lemon pie for nights and nights on end.
Glad to have a mushroom king for a new best friend.
We met on the fourth, and I gave a disappointed sigh.
I had the fireworks, but guess who forgot to bring the pie?
We thought we had forever
to finish the race.
It started out fast;
didn't want to set a pace.
It felt real good,
and everything was great,
looking through the mirror
while keeping my eyes straight.
Not a care in the world,
living on cloud nine,
being around great people was
a great choice of mine.
We were going full speed;
we forgot to look at the time,
never thinking one day we'd
leave those moments behind.
The clock began to rust,
and the years started fading away.
We're growing up fast—
there's no more time for play.
Lessons had to be learned
just to make it day to day,
because life doesn't always tell you
what it's preparing along the way.
We're older now; life is being absorbed.
No more running back home
looking for sympathy or remorse.
You've got to keep moving forward
until the road finally stops,
because blaming yourself for yesterday
won't put another second on the clock.
While you're looking from side to side
with nothing in sight,
you gravitate away
on an uncertain flight,
drifting through the waves
beneath the endless sky's light,
trying to find tomorrow
before you run out of night.
Then you realize the race
was never about being first.
Sometimes slowing down
can reveal what life is worth.
Every scar became a lesson,
every fall gave wisdom birth,
and every mile behind you
left a footprint on this earth.
So one day we'll look behind us
at every mountain that we climbed,
and understand the greatest treasure
wasn't the finish—it was time.
So keep reaching past the numbers,
past the fear of growing old.
There's another side to every decimal,
and another story waiting to be told.
I just forgot that song of robin
when I heard the blue jay notes.
Resonating tunes of cardinals
merry cuckoos mingle my throat.
They call me mimicking mockingbird,
a plagiarized heart in mask of many voice.
a carefree flirt inspired on flattery,
cadence of echoes in shameless rejoice.
A beautiful parrot I just saw in a cage,
a deep sigh buried in her emerald green wings.
"You are a free bird, you learn what you like,
with crickets and larks, the bosom of sky sings.
But I have no melody, on my scarlet curved beaks
just one and only song, whatever my master speaks",
Dated 17th July 2019
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Contest Pick A Title, Vol 6 - Personification
Title chosen: The mockingbird
Starry skies over Damascus
Like a star chart for the
bomber pilots eating
Milky Ways and lives
Chocolate in the desert
for desert in consumption
The poem could stop here
its pretty clear not pretty
Petty lives perambulating
hiding hobbling around
on what was their feet
foundations souls and
is their ruin's wreckage now
The planes feature logos
“Just do it”
“Whiter than white”
“Put the tiger in the tank”
“Eat confectionary be happy”
What an advertising space
for the daily news rounded
up like the refugees
refusing to be refuse
“Powered by democracy”
“Fuelled by share holdings”
“Rocket launches for a better world”
in the weeping nights and days
lactating for another holiday
of some on sunny beaches
oozing oil wells wealth
and inequality
Milk where it needs not be
in luxury not infant powder
hungry breasts run dry by hunger
sapped empty in the face
of some lives counting
more than others where
camouflage is but
a distant varnish
in the pursuit of power
Soon their will be billboards
“Baghdad was not built
in a moment” “Invest in
Kabul” “Concrete for Allepo”
“Live the dream”
“Life liberty and the
pursuit of happy-mess”
“Constructing globality”
Munching away in my
cushioned arm chair
built from greedy land mines
I collude
“You can have your milky ways”
if the bomber pilots did not
eat them all
Whose wives implant their chests
with silicone from
the valley of evil
that forgot
Instead the artificial brain
the heart transplant
Mindful disposition
of humanity
Looking
instead at the stars
spangled banners
of Damascus
Milky ways
Dear Grandpa,
Are you aware that you can still get social security income if you act now?
Did you know that Capital One and Visa want to give you credit cards?
Magazines offering tractor and farm equipment deals, building up on my table.
There's an old farm hat in the barn on a pitchfork handle, waiting for its owner.
Orchards are overgrowing, the trees with their sprouts and limbs busting.
Fields in the hands of new owners, being cultivated, some by your sons.
Your "closest friends" all showing up at my door to ask if you're around.
Your "closest friends" showing up at my door, asking for hay, or to hunt.
The sheds and barns all in need of repair, the roofs are in need of replacing.
With fences to mend, equipment to fix, this farm never ceases its needing.
There are tools rusting in longing of use. Cupboards and shelves full of oil.
You've been gone for twenty long years, seems like no one else knows it.
But never let it be said that those who truly were close, forgot what we lost.
Your family still misses you dearly... I just thought that you should know it.
Your grandson,
Jesse.
I forgot who I was, almost lost myself
in a mirage of diffidence,
for a lingering stretch of time!
From the emotional age of twenty-one....
I switched to one role from another -
diverse roles, divergent responsibilities,
But where did the real me disappear?
Reading was my first enchanting love,
Creative writing followed soon…
emotional outpouring, passionately expressed
- from letters to pen-friends, to editors of newspapers,
from fantasy to fiction, and informative non-fiction,
but Poetry eluded me!
Many years had passed not knowing
who I was, who I dreamed to be!
Then...all of a sudden, as if my life
blossomed into a Tree of Hope, when you joined me
into the pursuit of a lyrical journey!
Aha! like a Spring, a life-giving source of water,
a fountain awakening from a deep slumber,
and throwing away all resistance, all hesitance,
all inhibitions, and embracing finesse and subtlety...
sprightly splashing with power at the coral rocks,
I wrote poems for you!
I am still writing!
Writing unwraps my soul…
But, would you love me,
As much as you do,
If I were not a Poet!
Seasons change…throughout the year…
From vibrant joyful colours of Spring, through deep and warm autumnal splendours of Fall, to white silvery jewelled trees in winter..I keep writing poems! You are always with me…by reading all my poems, you infuse inspiration into my mind, My heart beams and beats softly inhaling the tenderness of your love!
Would you love me…if some day,
I stop writing?! my imagination doesn’t create
the magical lines any more... images are blurred,
creative words abandon me...would you?
There is no doubt in my mind …you will.
Poetry will remain in both our hearts,
as our own-orchestrated, unfettered song…
like a transcendent melody spreading the
fragrance of an amazing life savoured together!