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I wished you a Happy Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with merriment and laughter
and now I wish you Happy December 26 the less well known…day after.
(If you are from the United Kingdom or Canada…put this poem away
You have solved December 26th’s dilemma by celebrating Boxing Day)
But in America December 26 is a day that attempts to be brave and save face
for it knows it could have been a holiday but had to settle for second place.
Yes, I’m afraid December 26 in history is fated to remain unreckoned.
doomed to stand in relative obscurity with its neighbor January 2nd.
Today I celebrate all those days who because of their chronological lateness
are destined to travel down the path of history...one day away from greatness.
Do you know the name of the first man on the moon? Of course, everybody does.
But do you remember the second, Ed Aldrin, his friends and family called him Buzz.
We remember Edmund Hillary, the first to scale Mt. Everest, the first to find his way
but who remembers, Tenzing Norgay, the sherpa who accompanied him that day?
They climbed the tallest mountain in the world but the second is almost as high
Yet K-2 is only an afterthought, kind of like the 5th of July.
We remember Snow White as the first movie Disney brought to the silver screen
but the second, Pinocchio must take its place next to the innocuous March 18.
Everyone knows Amelia Earhart, her story is one of courage and devotion
She was the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean.
The second was Geraldine Mock, at her even more accolades were hurled
for she kept going after crossing the Atlantic, and flew around the world.
Isn’t it funny how life works, for none of us could have foreseen
that Geraldine would be disregarded in history like the day after Halloween.
But such is the way the calendar unfolds from January to December
Some days, like people, are destined for greatness while others we hardly remember.
I think it’s time we change all that and give these days and people their due.
for I believe second places and day afters deserve a home in our hearts too.
So hold your head up December 26th…you have no reason to whine…
After all you could come around only once every 4 years….
my condolences to February 29.
I’ve written about the day before Christmas…then added Christmas Day into the mix…
So it only seems appropriate that I write about December 26.
So…happy day after Christmas…like Christmas it’s a day that can enchant and captivate…but it has the disadvantage of arriving one day late.
December 26 knows it could be a day more people would adore…
If only it showed up a little earlier…if it had arrived one day before.
(Not to make light of Boxing Day or the Feast of St. Stephen…which on the 26th are on display…ill-fated,, however, to be celebrated in the shadow of Christmas Day.)
Yes I’m afraid December 26th if destined forever to be cursed…
with the relative obscurity of the day that follows January 1st.
So today I celebrate all those days who just because of their one-day lateness
are destined to travel down the path of history...one day away from greatness.
We remember the first man on the moon…how Neil Armstrong led the way…
while the second Buzz Aldrin, is as remembered as they day after Valentine’s day
We remember Edmund Hillary, the first to scale Mt. Everest one cold and fateful day
but who remembers, Tenzing Norgay, the sherpa who accompanied him on his way?
Mt. Everest it’s the tallest mountain in the world but the second is almost as high
Yet K-2 is only an afterthought, kind of like the 5th day of July.
Amelia Earhart was the first to fly across the Atlantic Ocean…at her many accolades were hurled…but did you know the second, Geraldine Mock..actually made it all the way around the world?
Isn’t it funny how life works, for none of us could have foreseen
that Geraldine would be a footnote in history…like the day after Halloween.
But such is the way the calendar unfolds, from January to December
some days, like people are destined for greatness…while others we hardly remember.
I think it’s time we change all that and give these days and people their due.
for I believe second places and days after deserve a home in our hearts too.
So hold your chin up December 26th, today is your day to shine…
after all you could show up only every 4years…like February 29.
Listen: The Lyrical Lilt
that lilac
and lavender
lend to our language,
like leased luggage purposefully lost,
unrolls from lifted
tongue
to level the valley
and shallow
the depths of the gorge.
* * *
A full closet of linens,
I oftentimes find
the beach in symphony;
the hour arching shoreline a stable bow
whose melody is fizz of the ocean.
It is there, beneath a balcony of velvet celebrity,
the sand receives the water,
bends at the lunar altar,
and acknowledges a driftwood cloud.
* * *
There is a weed of sadness woven
through untilled soil
in this garden of thorns kept far from their rose,
where, still, I cannot help
but to tap my feet to the hum of this ancient rhythm,
anxious for movements left uncomposed,
my ear tightly pressed to a frail pink shell,
swelling in ghostly lullaby.
7/9/2019
Submitted for: Music Themed Poetry Anthology
Sponsored by: Geraldine Taylor
I broke my ankle badly yesterday in a fall.
I had no intention of going back to work at all.
A friend offered her holiday house for me stay.
I accepted immediately as I needed to get away.
I arrived to a little cabin all cozy and neat.
On the mat ‘Welcome, Please, wipe your feet.’
Inside it was furnished in old world style.
Looked like no one had been there for a while.
Limping, I dragged all my luggage inside,
And went round opening all the curtains wide.
Outside was silent and still, not hearing a peep.
I could see it would be easy to get some sleep.
I started a fire and then fixed a quick snack.
My foot on a stool and I reclined right back.
Through the window I peaked, a man was there.
At first all I could do was stand and stare.
He knocked hard so I opened the door
He politely asked, “What are you here for?”
“I live here, well no, my friend owns this place.”
“Ahh, you know my sister? Is that the case?
Did she tell you that her brother, part-owner,
Chooses to stay here and be quite a loner?”
I replied “There is only one bed, you cannot stay.”
“You are harsh, I have come quite a long way.”
“Well I guess I cant kick a part owner out.
Sleep on the sofa and only quietly move about.”
“You know you are lucky that I am here.
It’s on the radio about an escaped convict to fear.
Being a strong man I will protect you from harm.
So you can stay relaxed and feel very calm.”
“Well that is fine but I don’t yet know your name.”
“Hasn’t my sister mentioned my name? That’s a shame.
My name is Jackson, but I prefer Jack, How do you do?”
“I am Geraldine, but Gerry if its all the same to you,
Here are blankets and pillows, Anything you need?
I am off to bed, I seem to be very tired indeed.”
I went to bed, my friend called my cell phone.
She said “How’s my friend who is accident-prone?
Did you find everything, is there anything you lack?’
“Well, I found your brother” “I don’t have a brother” she answered back.
MUSIC TO MY EARS
Dear!
Three syllables voiced by you turned music to my ears.
My dormant dream was favored
by fervent fervid fortune
amusing my muse melting in melody.
Three syllables changed my life
spreading gorgeous tapestry covering my flaws.
Divine rhythm resonated as my emotive urge
engrossed, blended to synchronize with the tune.
Dear!
The sweetest sentence you uttered
ringing like jingle bells
turning music to my ears,
flowed with blowing breeze adding magnificent whistling.
Song birds were alert, I was alarmed.
Symphony of song of life reached me in heaven.
Dear!
My ears were hankering to hear those three syllables.
Waited for years.You appeared ruthless rigid rock remaining silent
Astonishingly my yearnings are fulfilled.
Three simple syllables rang in amazing amorous tune.
You out spoke sounding as music to my ears.
02/14/19
Second Place
'Music To My Ears' Contest by Silent One
Poetry Anthology 'MUSIC' Theme by Geraldine Taylor
Intro
Shine, surely, shine
Verse 1
Morning star dawns upon the heavens
breaking past sleepy twilight’s czar
Without claiming his self-importance
Jesus is the Morning Star
Bridge
Surely shine, darkness disappears
Clearly your wisdom appears.
We know in whose realm we are
Chorus
Light of the World, your insights
shine brighter by far.
Shine, Shine
Hook
Listen, listen, sure (Harmony)
Outro
Jesus calls, his voice clear
his deep tones raise the bar
while I join in full attendance
to the brilliance of this star
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May 2, 2019
Geraldine Taylor's - Lyric Contest - Shining Starlight
a chorus written by Geraldine, I edited after contest to make it my own.
The trees are in their summer gowns and the woodlands are lush and green.
Under the summer sunshine the water mirrors the azure sky, and on the still
water, among the stones and reeds drift many swans. I first saw them in Autumn
and made a count and had to re-count because of the cygnets, very difficult
with all those moving spins. I have enjoyed these lovely birds, but now my heart
is sad for I know all will change when first they feel the cold. They will leave
flapping their wings over my head. Lover by lover they paddle in cool waters for
now their cygnets following, mysterious and beautiful. They rest among the
rushes by the lakes edge in quiet harmony, peaceful and unaware of the world.
delight in this day
soon the swans will have flown far-
p e a c e but for the ducks
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July 14, 2017
Haibun/Beautiful and Mysterious
Copyright Protected, ID 920395
The Creative Collective Anthology Series
sponsor, Geraldine Taylor
First Place
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Written for the contest, Wordscapes
sponsor, John Lawless
Fourth Place
Three keys of life...faith, hope, and love...
unlock the joys you're worthy of.
Nothing in life remains the same,
yet changes have their time of strain.
Before a butterfly takes flight,
it must endure a darker light.
How many winters must there be
before the twig's a fruitful tree?
So turn the key of FAITH for you...
set free belief that sees you through.
Do not let yesterday block out
today's new tasks which you're about.
Help butterflies leave their cocoons,
with life renewed, spread wings out soon.
Help ripen too, the needed fruits
which grow from common, faithful roots.
So turn the key of HOPE for you...
set free the sun to shine anew.
As brothers, sisters, we are one
big family beneath our sun.
All butterflies are pretty things
regardless of their varied wings.
As trees bear fruits both tart and sweet,
they all are welcomed as a treat.
So turn the key of LOVE for you...
set free acceptance, deep and true.
Unlock the joys you're worthy of...
three keys of life...faith, hope, and love.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Your Personel Perfect Poem Pick
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Marathon Mile #27
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 03/30/2019
~1st Place~
Contest: The Creative Collective Anthology Series
Sponsor: Geraldine Taylor
Judged: 06/23/2017
~2nd Place~
Contest: Three Keys
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 07/20/2016
Rejoice and shout with laughter
Throw away any contrary matter
For marriage is a life promise
And wedding is done just once
Since God has been so gracious
To let you witness this bliss
With his grace and in his pleasure
To day shall ever be a treasure
Marriage is a life contract
Of time of laughter and of the rest
With his love and in his pleasure
Today shall always be a treasure
Rejoice and shout with laughter
Throw away any contrary matter
For wedding is done just once
With you, family, friends and I rejoice
To Iyabode.
29th July 2017. is her wedding day.
For The Creative Collective Anthology Series -
Poetry Contest. Sponsored by Geraldine Taylor.
28 July, 2017.
I look for you here, there, and everywhere; not because you are lost,
but because I want to touch and hold you, to know that you are safe
I look for you all the time, and if I cannot ascertain where you are, my heart will hop, leap, or skip, and I'll find you still in my thoughts.
I think of our many years together, and find you in my memories.
That day in the park; those walks around the fountain; ocean side fire
I often discover you close-up, on the outskirts of my mind.
But revelations of you in such domains are limited at best.
Not quite satisfied, I continue my search for the deeper you.
At last, beautiful portraits appear in a most treasured book.
"Oh, what a great find!", I said to myself. "I shall create sets of you".
So I created the multi-facitted, many dimensional lady of my heart.
There were numerous poses of you, all so breathtakingly beautiful. So beautiful, that it was very challenging to produce a complete set.
The words accompanying the poses were so distinctive and impeccable.
I could not choose them all; so I selected the number of completion.
Yes, I chose seven poses of you from those treasured pages.
The first was a standing pose of one filled with capability.
I beheld a stunning portrait of a very prudent investor.
I was struck by the sight of one so strikingly confident.
There was a sitting pose of an intelligent business woman.
There was the dignified lady glowing in energy and strength.
Like magnet, I was drawn toward the pose of a God fearing woman. Lastly, I beheld one so indelibly deserving of appreciation and respect.
12052015PSContest, Anthology Series, Geraldine Taylor Inspired byProverbs 31(The Bible)P-HM