Long Greeting Poems
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I choose to love,
And not hurt anyone,
And what I get right back,
Around and within and about,
Is pleasantness and affection,
When love sometimes sparks.
The quiet reassurance,
That timely relativity,
That cheerful greeting,
The courteous sidestep.
That feeling in someone’s eyes,
The sentiment shown,
Where endearment and liking,
Are not unknown.
Realising that equations are numerical,
And that numbers are real by locations,
Enthuses me to continue and to find,
The equation of friends and connections,
The university that equates with socialism,
The news channel which makes shocking equations,
The taxi-man who is a number to himself,
The supermarket that does its financial sums,
The supervisor who relates warmly and firmly,
And that lover who equates with me.
Life is not a problem,
Because I chose life,
And every day life chooses me,
When it returns much good,
Without being fully understood.
For some the beginning.
For some it's the end.
For many; days just merging
Into the blend.
But the concept of Friday
Is simply this;
It's the end of the work-week
Sealed with a kiss.
It's assurance of respite.
It's that glorious space
Loaded with promise.
It's the end of the race.
That comfiest armchair
Those slippers so snug.
It's like greeting a friend
With a lingering hug.
Is it really enough
If it's one out of seven?
Or should we be seeking
A little more heaven?
I think as I drive
Through the Autumnal streets
That all days are precious
And while life repeats..
Relax and enjoy them
Wherever you are..
For loving the journey
Will help take you far.
So Fridays, we love you,
To the end and the start.
And thank you for helping me
Reset my heart.
In youth, the children pretend
plan, pursue what dreams may recommend,
they run, they play, greeting life in every moment.
In young adulthood
the dream, they plan, they work and achieve
clutching at the dream in which they believe;
at middle age, the wanderlust begins to fade
they easily become disenchanted along the parade
fearful as they hold on tight, an easy masquerade;
in rushing senior years too quickly come
they slow, look back measuring their run
accepting, acknowledging that time may be done;
as age creeps in, the imaginings again begin
and all those dreams, the missing ones
seek time enough to be done.
With But Words
Lungs of time
Forever purging yesterdays fever and chills
clueless of ether's match for now
today's fresh intake of memories waiting
no longer a calm awakening
our ears await the sound
By chance
While morning may coughing bring
sending dream's breath asunder
caring not for the sparrow's retreat from sill
or the disturbed peace of
last nights pages at rest
We stir
How vacuous early hours may seem
as thought takes leave of dreaming's insistent clatter
begging caffeine's amorous embrace
even as inhaling ingests wakeful elements aroused
Soon
The pen is lifted
greeting Mind's quiet place
that realm where magic releases wonder
asking for voices yet explored
Patiently
Our unspoken words
our unwritten thoughts
awaiting vision's full awakening
take flight with the uptake some call
the Ah Hah moment of gratitude
We lean forward
The pen lifted
timely resonance delivers
today's sustenance
tomorrow's next pages
perhaps future's chance to ruminate
Kiss me goodnight
Whenever you sleep next to me.
Hold me so tight like I'm your baby tonight;
Don't let go of me, this is my plea.
At the same time,let us close our eyes,
Say our prayers in private to our God.
We will meet in Dreamland,but let us not cut ties,
As we joke around in the fields of love for they are broad.
Tell me you love in the morning
Employ a romantic greeting
Kiss me goodmorning,get my heart rolling!
And don't go out in the name of work,cheating.
Allow me feed you like my toddler.
Breakfast in bed,we enjoy.
How I wish you knew that with you,I'm a coddler!
This is what loving me means; redeeming love and joy.
Ink blue/black clouds
Striated with pink
One hole with sky blue
Invites one to just come on
In right here
Crickets singing their songs of the night
Out of tune and out of time
Roosters start up letting me know day is approaching
See the fire ball of sun on the horizon
Shadowed by the trees
The sun is working miracles
Casting its rays onto the clouds
Coloring the clouds with dog tongue pink
One area has sandy beige like the sand on the beach
Inviting come walk on me dig your toes in
The sun rise today is just a tiny amount
Further south than yesterday
Telling me winter is approaching
Some birds come forth with their early morn chirping
The pines stately lift their arms in praise
This greeting makes today my day
Work, work, work,
bare back down,
across the boardwalk,
to the bone, I walk,
which brings These days
of slavery, but now BeHeads,
my flesh, to survive,
Countless nights,
no sleep, To rest my eyelids, or head,
though It's kept me from, lack
Of retirement, I no Beg, No More,
Touching, doors, to my,
peaceful home,Tis thee way,
of pride, I betroth Of supporting,
beloved ones, who Await my
Return, for them, I do
because there's Nothing more,
I'd like to see, than A smile, or
A warm greeting, home, as
my wife, stands beside me,
Where Children play, I catch
Width,Hand out,and arms extended,
Waiting, For their hugs with A smile,
HURRAY Daddy's Home, at last I say,
Another day, Bites the dust,
back to work tomorrows, I go,
Paying mortgage to its bitter end,
As my obligation, I have A bondage,
To work, I pray my lord, protects, with
Constant blessings, for he is the guidance,
That holds it altogether...
It was so long ago
yet, I can remember everything.
Barely an adult, I was on holiday on the Islands
In the glow of tropical sunset, I saw her
a raven-haired beauty
Having not yet mastered the finesse of flirtation,
I struggled for something to say, perhaps
a nonchalant approach!
That would be unique for me.
My years of teenage gallivanting had
been clumsy.
I had to try
and so, encouraged by the
voices of the palm trees in the breeze,
I said hello.
In my mind’s eye, I could see it.
A secret rendezvous,
an equatorial moon shimmers
as we make love.
Then, to my surprise, she returns
my simple greeting,
Hello, said she.
Sweating my precarious position,
I stumbled
As I continued my awkward presentation,
a scorpion crossed the corner of my eye
as if to say, danger is present
yet worth the risk
She did acquiesce
Funny, as I recall that the ecstasy
was not in our clandestine encounter
later that night,
as we shared only simple conversation.
Rather, it was that she said yes.
5/6/18
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Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Rome seems a defaced beauty
with its past specters roaming aimlessly,
not finding the home where they once lived sumptuously;
ruins upon ruins: marble, cement,
grass, weeds, and streets with cobblestones.
One thing hasn't changed: the splendor and the glory
that Rome once was, never faded from their thoughts...
greeting Julius Caesar returning from another conquest!
Plautus, Livy, Horace, Virgil, and many others were
the testimony of its greatness never seen before,
alas, its sorrowful downfall came at a dear cost:
death, lawlessness, and looting became rampant!
Barbarians came down from the North burning,
destroying everything in their path; alas, civilization crumbled
and surrendered to the horror of hooves pounding hard!
Ah, who witnessed the toppling of Vesta's Holy Fire?
Ah, who heard the terrifying cry of the Vestal Virgins?
Mothers grabbing their newborns escaping on chariots...
while their husbands gathered pamphlets fearing
their loss would be a great loss of all knowledge and civility
that every citizen and foreigner admired for their vitality!
Did writers and poets jot down the last images feeling the unbearable dire?
Did they run off on Berbers taking them to a town known for its tranquility?
Had I lived in ancient Rome, I would have been another poet
describing her stunning beauty now defaced, stripped of all its might;
what was saved through centuries gives us a glimpse of a vast
empire that lasted long enough to set its sublime glory in stone!
Will we persevere in its ideals and preserve them more than a shining light?
Could we encounter another dark age and start our journey alone?
On some ordinary days
when we are too busy
worrying about the silliest
and dullest things,
there's a day more thrilling
and special than others.
On this day
we should remember mothers
with smiling eyes,
with beating hearts,
with wide-open arms
inspiring beautiful words
written on a greeting card.
It's a day dedicated to all mothers,
it's the loveliest day in our lives
when we become small
as she rocks us
in those soft, caring arms,
we find our refuge,
it's the safest place
to indulge in the truest love ever known.
Those sons and daughters
who stand next to her are lucky,
even though some grieve
and miss her, unable to weave dreams
they vividly remember
when they were happy.
learning the song she taught
with motherly tenderness;
she stared at them with care,
taking all fears away from
the scariest heart.
It's a day dedicated to all mothers
holding our hand,
guiding us through life,
her endless devotion is our own
her enduring memory comes alive.
On each brilliant dawn
continue loving her,
whether she's here
or in God's kingdom,
flashing at us that lovely smile
very tender and revealing.
It's a day dedicated
to all mothers
should be filled
with surprises.