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The Meaning Of Humankind
Forever people look for a complicated word
Years, decades and centuries they search
One sad word that gives meaning to humankind
Poets have written pages looking for the word
Singers sing their songs trying to find just the right word
Writers tell stories about the search for the word
Not one poem, song or story can find the perfect word
The perfect combination of letters and sounds
No one can find the one word that describes humankind
The perfect word is there right before them
It has been for all the history of the spoken language
In Greek, Latin, English or Aramaic or Chinese it has one meaning
Five letters, three syllables work together to giving meaning to humankind
The word the poets, singers and writers have been searching for
That word is simply alive
A sad word because it always has a final moment, a moment of loss
Yet, a happy word because while we are alive
We live, we love, we learn and we experience life and who we are
Sad or happy “alive” is the meaning of humankind
Thank the gods for the happy moments yet do not fear the sad ones
For that it life
That is the meaning of being alive
Our house is filled with photographs depicting events both great and small…I find them in the pages of our family albums on our desks and framed upon our walls.
When I see them they make me smile…remembering a moment…and what’s more…I realize in each photo…chronologically… I’m a little older than the one taken before.
Yes, when looking at old photographs…I am mesmerized…I’m thoroughly engaged as I remember happy moments then think how much I’ve aged.
I remember each different moment… at a different time…in a different place…and I can’t help but also notice a few more wrinkles on my face.
Reminding me in black-and-white and color I’m not the young man I use to be…although I have to admit, over the years, this has less of a tender spot for me
Because when I gaze upon the photos in our albums, on our desks or on our walls, this I also see…how I’m surrounded in each photo…by my friends and family.
And when I look at every photo…I am smiling…I’m elated…which makes me proud of all those wrinkles all those smiles have created.
So now, when I walk around our house…
at whatever picture I happen to be glancing…
I feel my face…
as I remember the time…
the place…
and the people
who keep these wrinkles dancing.
Home sweet home on Christmas day.
Children and grandchildren
come, but not to stay
Home smells of pumpkin spice,
gingerbread cookies,
ham and turkey in the oven
Yeast rolls rising,
flickering cinnamon candles,
oakwood burning in the fireplace
The taste of eggnog and wine,
all that brings Christmas
and everything nice
Piles of gifts under the fir tree
The grandchildren on their knees
Poor babies, hate they have to wait
They wonder when that would be
After you eat before you can see,
grandma said
Dinner blessing, songs of praise,
singing Christmas carols,
voices in different tones,
barrels of delightful fun
Grandma sore to the bone and drained;
leaded punch didn't help to ease the pain.
Treasured and happy moments
comfort from the day.
Merry Christmas to all Poetry Soup family
12/26/2021
soft cotton candies inside pink mittens.
red cherry lips that used to kiss my chin.
little hands that reaching stuff toys in crib.
round and browny -eyes that twinkle when awake.
small toes are kicking when play time has occurred.
the sweet berries smell around my neck.
those happy moments that I missed.
the place and time I now couldn't reach.
where have all the babies gone.
I whisper softly in the sky.
Years have gone away....
It seems like t'was happened yesterday.
But all the details keep remain.
From the first time your heartbeat was felt.
'Til the day you've grown and left.
He believes he first fell in love with her eyes…they are so revealing…
they’ve always told her story…..expressed how she was feeling.
Through all their years together he is no longer surprised
how easily he can read her…when he looks into her eyes.
The way her happiness, her joy, her excitement…
her sense of adventure…her ecstasy…
come bursting through her eyes makes it easy for him to see.
Sharing in her joy and laughter is effortless …as they are easy to discern…
but dealing with her sadness……Well…this he had to learn.
When he saw sadness in her eyes…this made him want to find a way
to look into those eyes and make her sadness go away.
He tried to do things to make her happy…to find words both comforting and wise…
anything and everything he could think of to bring the joy back to her eyes.
But words don’t often stop one’s sorrow….this principle is ironclad!
and when sadness surfaces or re-surfaces
a person just needs some time to be a little sad.
Now he silently holds her in her sorrow…because through the years he’s learned
her eyes will reveal the moment her happiness returns.
For he is confident knowing her sorrow will fade away eventually
and that her sad eyes still have many happy moments…she has yet to see.
Cold is here, snow it's a dream. We dream about snow and Christmas, joy and presents.
It's time to consider. It's time to make a balance. Go out to the streets and you will see
lights everywhere.
Some people are happy, other struggle, but it's Christmas everywhere.
Time of reflection, time of commitments. Time for the snowflakes to fall down.
Christmas should be white, Christmas should be the season to be with the ones we love. It's Christmas time here and there. But everywhere is not Christmas.
It's time for remembering about all the ones that won't be sat on the table. Those ones that will have snowed wings but no Christmas at all.
Many children will have sugar in their mouth, other will have sour throat instead. White Christmas are here and there, White Christmas are a happy or sad time. White for ones and black for others.
We still wait for the snowflakes to fall down on everybody, but Christmas are magical, and maybe change the milkyway, your point of view or your complete life.
Christmas have that moment, when you think everything can be different and friendly. A miracle of love can be done.
Happy moments for the children with their toys, thoughtful moments for the old people waiting for Christmas as the last ones.
A gifted Christmas every year, a happy Christmas to celebrate. Another year is gone, another year to be happy because we made it and we have hopes for the new one to come.
Breathing the cold air, feeling the happiness flying above us to wish everybody Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Becoming a teenager,
Parents place wager
That by sweet sixteen,
You will have been
Kissed and experienced
Puppy love
While stars twinkle above!
Turning twenty one,
The greatest feeling
Under the sun,
Graduating from University,
Told you are very pretty,
The spark of falling in
Love instantly,
Hearing wedding bells distantly,
Then, Getting married,
Being picked up and carried,
Over threshold of new home,
Labour pains, a big groan,
Birth of a beautiful baby,
Husband murmurs, my
Brave lady!
Child’s first day at school,
Front tooth missing,
So cute and cool,
Children grow up, graduate,
They date,
Get married, cycle in action
Get married, third generation
The joy of a grandchild
The day he or she recognised you,
And smiled,
Happy moments captured
As they all happened,
And locked in parts,
And segments of everyone’s hearts!
I stand on this plot of ground
thinking about my life
the good I have done the bad I have done
the love I have created the hate that I stirred
My autobiography is filled with happy moments
painful moments
The world I see before me is not the same
neither am I
God seems so close at times yet at times so far away
An anxious mind creates restless thoughts sleepless nights
Time is now...the past is but a memory
hazy and biased good or bad replayed with a new script
some scenes better left on the cutting floor
This world I helped create...helped to create me
regrets have become my drinking companion
I stand on this plot of ground breathing in
and breathing out the life I have lived
I have seen sadness and joy both can be misguided
when I was a child I looked to the future
now that I am old I replay the past
I have walked on this tightrope swaying side to side
balancing these frisky emotions never looking down
having faith the safety net has always been there
Frank (Black) Blacharczyk
What can an ageing hands write,
but for few words of wisdom,
gained over the years of,
life and experience.
There is nothing called true love,
you are wanted for what you give.
Become bad love is replaced by hatred,
that's the truth of love here.
Desire is the root cause of evils,
always leading to anger, frustration and destruction.
The subtle truth of life is that,
you will have in abundance,
what you care least about.
By keeping silence one can easily avoid,
commotion fights and hurts.
Silent mind leads to perfection in action,
immense peace and eternal bliss.
Ego makes men stupid,
it is best to shun it,
no one knows everything,
no one can survive without assistance.
Life is a succession of moments,
we must live, enjoy every moment.
We must create a treasure of happy moments,
it should keep increasing, growing.
Never allow "what others will think?" to decide your life,
do what you think is right.
Be an harbringer of change,
not a brainless copycat.
Reins of sense organs,
should be in your hands,
Don't let them dictate your life.
If you want a change,
lead the way,
only if you are perfect,
other will follow you.
However bad others may be,
you be good, never do bad,
All are punished for the bad deeds,
no questions asked.
Love, nice words, help, money,
or what else be your want,
Give them in abundance.
We get back what we give,
many times more than given.
Have faith in God,
pray from bottom of the heart,
he will surely help,
if your faith is true.
Real aim of our life is salvation,
it must be sought while we're still young.
Never postpone anything for tomorrow,
you may or may not be there.
Lastly I wish to thank all people,
who have given me joy.
You are a part of my treasure bag,
I look at it of and on.
Date: 7/18/2020
2nd position
When the birds stop singing
and the sitar stops playing,
When joy of life begins to betray
and morning fog won't go away,
When days of sunshine dissipate
and nights choose to stay awake,
When heart sounds alarm bells
and life feels like a living hell,
When love regrets happy moments
and desires languish in atonement,
When we lose our happy face
and fill it up with awful rage,
When every deed's like a final act
as if we never had a solid pact,
Ask not why we waited so long
let's belong, our love's so strong,
Let go the burdens of the past
vow to usher a brand new start,
Grief will depart, let's do our part
I beg you, let me into your heart.
August 20, 2017
First Place: Let me into your heart contest by Julie Rodeheaver
HM: Strand select G contest by Brian Strand