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WHEN TEARS TOUCH
The twelfth of November reminds me of the day
when our paths first crossed then came to grow on trail.
Soon... all the days like waves rolled into years
as we reminisce our pasts: joys and tears for fears.
A pad with pen I hold to write what pops by;
Each tint and curve a bell that says, you and I.
The words are mere push and pull medley of thoughts
shaping a circle melody of heart shots.
Learning flower our way as our cultures shared;
gem writings topically crafted are compared.
Feelings flood colours to our world, closer we became--
Creeping longing is "our meeting" as this both our aim
Beep and peek are lace ladders to higher trust grounds,
every tap and trade a thread fortifying our bond.
The lasso tying our heartstrings to etch some rhymes,
vital signs checked normal but awhile raise second hands
Can it be that this a fruit of stardust's grand wand?
Or a rose waiting to bloom and behold upon bosoms?
Now the day has arrived, suitcases packed, I smile
a journey, I have dreamt about, many many miles.
Nervousness cocoons but it's normal to feel this;
for this my long wish as I enter the coming hours.
Distance and differences our silent enemies!
But... It did not stop us from thinking sound strategies.
Interest and love gleams as our loyal company
enabling us to draw verses of harmony.
Broken bridges we cross by grace of felicity~
yearning to meet eye-to-eye an intensity!
Along the wires we jibe to friendly deal
that as crisp December sings we will make it real.
The cool December made our wanting a tip-top exhilarate..
and from somewhere, a song plays:
"When you feel in your skin in your bones and the hollow
Of your heart, there's no way you can wait till tomorrow.
When there isn't any doubt about it once you come this close
Cos you know and you know that you know...."
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*** the last stanza are lines taken from the song: "WHEN YOU KNOW" by Shawn Colvin from the movie Serendipity.
©J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo
October 29, 2014; 10:05 pm
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WHEN TEARS TOUCH
The twelfth of November reminds me of the day
When our paths first crossed then came to grow on trail.
Soon... all the days like waves rolled into years
As we reminisce our pasts: joys and tears for fears.
A pad with pen I hold to write what pops by;
Each tint and curve a bell that says, you and I.
The words are mere push and pull medley of thoughts
Shaping a circle melody of heart shots.
Learnings flower our way as our cultures shared;
Gem writings topically crafted are compared.
Feelings flood colours to our world, closer we became--
Creeping longing is "our meeting" as this both our aim
Beep and peek are lace ladders to higher trust grounds
Every tap and trade a thread fortifying our bond
The lasso tying our heartstrings to etch some rhymes
Vital signs checked normal but awhile raise second hands
Can it be that this a fruit of stardust's grand wand?
Or a rose waiting to bloom and behold upon bosoms?
Now the day has arrived, suitcases packed, I smile.
A journey, I have dreamt about, many many miles.
Nervousness cocoons but it's normal to feel this;
For this my long wish as I enter the coming hours.
Distance and differences our silent enemies!
But... It did not stop us from thinking sound strategies.
Interest and love gleams as our loyal company;
Enabling us to draw verses of harmony.
Broken bridges we cross by grace of felicity~
Yearning to meet eye-to-eye an intensity
Along the wires we jibe to friendly deal
That as crisp December sings we will make it real.
The cool December made our wanting a tip-top exhilarate..
and from somewhere, a song plays:
"When you feel in your skin in your bones and the hollow
Of your heart, there's no way you can wait till tomorrow.
When there isn't any doubt about it once you come this close
Cos you know and you know that you know...."
_____________________________________________________________
*** the last stanza are lines taken from the song: "WHEN YOU KNOW" by Shawn Colvin from the movie Serendipity.
© J. A. Fraser and O.E.Guillermo
October 29, 2014; 10:05 pm
There was a taste of magic in the air with the newly found joy of anticipating fatherhood, and a little bit of the mystique as I considered the reality of me
bringing forth an extension of myself. O the wonder of our Masterful Creator. But there was also the element of fear, wondering if he/she will be normal.
In Southern Wisconsin just across the Illinois state line on Friday, August 31, 1973, there was plenty of stress on the job, but there was pure family joy in our hearts. So much joy in fact that our new born's middle name would be Joy.
But that did not stop questions from pouring into our young minds.
And with so many choices, what on earth shall we name our first child? Ours was such a good doctor that we allowed him to select her first name.
I worried about my wife's health because the 'morning sickness' was severe. But because of the Grace of God and the tender display of compassion and love by our elderly neighbor, my dear wife was able to endure and pull through.
We lived in the rural at least 10 miles from the nearest hospital, but I don't
remember being concerned in the least about that. Instead, we wondered about other matters such as: Will I be in the delivery room to see our baby born? (No. I missed it by 'minutes'). Are we going to breastfeed or feed with conventional milk? (We breastfed her). Will our baby be a boy? Or, will our baby be a girl? (Our baby was a girl, and we named her Pamela Joy) What about the height and weight? ( I Do not remember; more research required). All was safe, sane and sound. But parents will persist with What if ...? What if...? What if?
07032018PoetrySoupContest: Joys And Tears of Being An Expectant Parent,
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Four years ago today
9/11 rang in our ears
Our Nation still cries a river
Into a sea of tears
Patrick Driscoll 70, was retired
Jane Folger 73, retired as well
Toshiya Kuge was a student
When the Twin Towers fell
Husbands and fathers
Todd Beamer 32, Jason Dahl 43
Alan Beaven 48, joined them
On United Airlines flight 93
Donald Arthur Peterson 66
And his wife Jean 55
Were proud to be Grandparents
They perished side by side
Mark Bingham 31, a businessman
Edward Porter Felt 41, would travel
Mark Rothenberg flew that day
When it all began to unravel
Joseph Deluca 52
A son, brother and close friend
Held on to Linda Gronlund 46
Until the very end
Nicole Carol Miller 21
Kissed her boyfriend at the gate
Christine Snyder 32, newlywed
Neither of which knew their fate
Deora Bodley 20, was a youngster
Honor Elizabeth Wainia 28, a daughter
Sandy Bradshaw 38 was a wife
What a senseless slaughter
Thomas E. Burnett Jr. 38, husband
Georgine Rose Corrigan 56, a mother figure
Cee Cee Lyles 33, was a wife and mother
Can now only be seen in pictures
Deborah Welsh 49, wife and good friend
Kristin Gould White 65, someone’s mother
John Talignani 74, Jeremy Glick 31
They were both fathers and someone’s brother
Waleska Martinez 37
Was a daughter and a sister
Andrew Garcia 62, husband and grandfather
Earned him the title of Mister
Richard Guadagno 38, “intense friend”
Colleen Fraser 51, someone’s sibling
Christian Adams 37, a husband and daddy
You can hear the angel’s sing
Patricia Cushing 69, an Aunt
Lorraine Bay 58, a flight attendant
William Cushman 57, was a construction worker
Into the field is where they were sent
Wanda Green 49, mom and daughter
Lauren Grandcolas 38, sister-in-law
Hilda Marcin 79 was someone’s mother
When the world began to fall
Louis Nacke 42, a son-in law
Along with Leroy Homer 36, a husband
Donald Greene 52, loved camping
With his brothers he called friends
So above you see the names again
Of the hero’s on United Airlines flight 93
We remember them today, four years later
For what they did for you and me
APRIL KERSEY-STRONG
9/11/05
My Carolyn and I, on Plymouth Hoe we stand
To leave this shire of Devon, to far distant lands
Our desire to leave, and this change in our lives
There's a future out there, for me and my new wife
As I look down on the harbour, at these ships of grand
To be honoured and trusted, my voyage of command
Tomorrow we sail, to the South Seas and beyond
My crew and I, in dutiful naval respond
Even before we set sail, a hurricane did brew
At first we met calm seas, if only we knew
For as we headed south, Atlantic waters churned
Yet still my Highlander's passion in my heart burned
A tsunami grew on the eastern horizon
Would we reach our Caribbean island?
The huge water mass approached and toppled our ship
But James' strong arms ensured that we remained adrift
Tossed and battered, in the midst of her rage
Spewed onto the shore, our bodies and sands engage
Weathered and ashen, we arise in the sun
Deserted and beached, a new day has begun
We view our surrounds, in search of a haven
To collect our thoughts, now in survival craving
It's been many weeks, as we have formed an alliance
Our deserted island called home, in total compliance
A thatched roof he has crafted, shelter from the storms
On this palm-filled beach, two survivors are born
My sweet Highlander climbs and shakes coconuts free
He forages through jungles, brings meat to me
I crafted a spear and have caught many a fish
Whatever I cook, he says it's his favorite dish
When falling sun brings colorful skies, we cuddle
We embrace where nature's other creatures huddle
It's been many many years, on this island of ours
Living with nature, our most wonderful neighbours
We awoke one morning, to see a ship offshore
I turned to my Carolyn, with emotions galore
Do we stay here in paradise, or leave for new lands
It's what we intended, being deserted was not planned
Our signals in tune, we declare to prepare
What we have learnt here, the world needs to share
Form:
P S its POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 15
Many thanks to you selected poets;
Of sharing your whispers from God,
tho you didn’t know it;
Each letters and each word;
Reads so very dear and well;
Joys of your souls cheers;
Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still;
Please keep writing your skills;
Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s
… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it;
Each letters and each word;
Reads so very dear and well;
Joys of your souls cheers;
Covenants of choice, reading your voice;
Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills;
Rhyming verses blessings
of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
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01/06/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Escape
Introducing: Carl Fraser & Poet Destroyer
Oh Paint me a far away horizon
Across a tranquil azure sea,
Where sits a peaceful deserted island
Where no one lives but me
Free from prying eyes and greedy lies
Free from scars that never heal
Let me be free to just be me
Instead of someone who isn't real
To live out my days giving thanks and praise
To my creator in heaven above
And leave behind the noise of worldly toys
And just bask daily in his love
To be stripped of pain by the spirits rain
And washed until my robes are clean
For I've had enough of my fellowman's company
And I'm disgusted by what I've seen
So I will step into my painted horizon
Framed in a forever state of bliss
And I turn back only for a fading glimpse
As I blow the world a farewell kiss.
Laced by the seas we see, you beg for a life so far
Far from all I've dreamed of, tranquil and spirit rain
A once false painted paradise,
Bliss, a farewell kiss, drowned by old heartache
Not knowing where it's coming from
Yesterday, I woke up to a new skyline,
The horizon, formed by your eyes,
Across a tranquil azure sea
Far from all existing companies, you stood
In front of the ocean - your ocean!
Sailing on the calm side of the turquoise sea
Stripping back into the innocence you once were
A gentleman, caressing the oats in a peaceful state
The moon breaking your once trusted mind
The silence of heaven heals every scar inside
Redemption is a secret we beg for
It was always you, someone lost, misguided by love
Somebody, I once dreamt of, A dream lost out at sea
Calling out for me --- you chose to pray alone
Repelled by the world so cold, yet here I stand
Alone, on the other side of the farewell kiss
For you, I paint a faraway horizon of bliss, my friend
Waiting -Dreaming -Escaping --- In another lifetime
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Carl Fraser
Oh Paint me a far away horizon
Across a tranquil azure sea,
Where sits a peaceful deserted island
Where no one lives but me
Free from prying eyes and greedy lies
Free from scars that never heal
Let me be free to just be me
Instead of someone who isn't real
To live out my days giving thanks and praise
To my creator in heaven above
And leave behind the noise of worldly toys
And just bask daily in his love
To be stripped of pain by the spirits rain
And washed until my robes are clean
For Ive had enough of my fellowman's company
And im disgusted by what Ive seen
So I will step into my painted horizon
Framed in a forever state of bliss
And I turn back only for a fading glimpse
As I blow the world a farewell kiss.
Laced by the seas we see, you beg for a life so far
Far from all I've dreamed of, tranquil and spirit rain
A once false painted paradise,
Bliss, a farewell kiss, drowned the old heartache
Not knowing where it's coming from
Yesterday, I woke up to a new skyline,
A horizon, formed by your eyes,
Across a tranquil azure sea
Far from all existing companies, you stood
In front of the ocean - your ocean!
Sailing on every calm side of the turquoise sea
Stripping back into the innocence you once were
A gentleman, caressing the oats in a peaceful state
The moon breaking your once trusted mind
The silence of heaven, healing every scar inside
Redemption is a secret we all beg for
It was always you, someone lost, misguided by love
Somebody, I once dreamed of. A dream lost out at sea
Calling out for me --- you chose to pray alone
Repelled by the world so cold, yet here I stand
Alone, on the other side of that farewell kiss
For you, I paint a faraway horizon of bliss (my friend)
Waiting and dreaming about you, In another lifetime
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Running her hand over her smooth, long leg
She sips red wine and tosses back her hair
The smokey air in the Main Street bar
Seems to lift when she sees him there
Across the room, a lady catches his eye
Dressed to impress -- for whom he wonders
Thoughts start to flow as he politely stares
In his mind he imagines sensual plunders
Rugged and handsome, he heads her way
An inviting smile lights up her face
She pats an empty stool, gives a sign
Hoping he'll find his way to this place
"Good evening to you, have we met before?"
As he runs his eyes down her curvaceous frame
My name is James, pleased to meet you
His heart on fire with his yearning flame
"You DO look familiar," she whispers
The fire in his eyes sets off a spark
"But I can only see your outline;
This room is hot and way too dark"
I don't mean to sound forward, let's vacate this bar
Let's take a walk, forget about this place
I have a flat round the corner, it's not very far
It's bright, warm and cozy; we will have our own space
Strolling through snowfall; he offers a coat
Placing it over her low-cut sweater
Then leads her up a long flight of stairs
The door opens, "Ah, now that's much better!"
Please, make yourself at home, may i get you a drink
I'll turn the heat on, take the chill out of the air
He hands her a cocktail and she responds with a wink
As he towels her wet shoulders and long blond hair
A night of passion; they intertwine
"I'm so glad you found me," she sighs
"Your timing, as always, was just right"
She adds as she shades morning sun from his eyes
He stirs and turns saying, "Mrs. Mayo, last night was bliss
You were sensuous and ripe, like the day we first loved
Your limpet like lips, seduced as we kissed
We caressed each other as if we were gloved"
"We MUST go on meeting like last night, Mr. Mayo,
To fan the flames in our decades-long marriage
You hold the key to my heart in your passion
And our fantasies lift us like a heaven-bound carriage"