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My neck crooked backward,
I stand between the stacks
feeling the weight of centuries,
the distilled wisdom of minds
who graced the earth with golden words,
words that pace the pages -
vellum, parchment, fine and common papers;
words, cordoned in lines, confined,
yet powerful tools to set one free,
a roamer far from home,
across universes,
beyond time's reach.
The light filters through high windows
downward to where I peer with squinted eyes
teasing out a jewel -
a title, an author, an adventure, a friend.
The air is charged,
the static of adventure,
heartfelt journeys of a hundred thousand writers,
their souls etched upon the pages
for ones such as I to stumble upon decades,
centuries later,
dream maps
thought castles,
imaginative quests.
Quietness reigns.
The elements of books -
leather, cloth, paper and ink -
infuse a rich elixir,
a mind expanding potion,
companion to best wine and oldest friendships
seasoned,
mellowed,
treasured.
© Faye Lanham Gibson, August 11, 2015
when demons scream
fabricating falsehoods
i'll summon the angels
to help ease your mind
when you feel damaged
too broken to whisper
in dull blank darkness
i'll illuminate like stars
when dreams are nightmares
sleeplessness stresses sanity
rest tired head on my chest
i'll be your comforting pillow
when you forget the lyrics
i'll hum sentimental tunes
when struggling to express
i'll create heartfelt poetry
when tears rush in like the tide
puddles become dismally deep
i'll lift you upon the highest cliff
watch sunrise from your heart
when leaves fall to the ground
birds abandon naked branches
i'll wrap you in my winter coat
till green leaves shelter nests
when society points in prejudice
i'll strive for justice in injustice
open every door that has closed
clear paths to offer you clarity
when there is too much silence
i'll request nightingales to sing
when there is too much noise
i'll always be your silent friend
Sunday Musings
Silent One
18 October 2020
Dedicated to all those who are always there for others.
True act of friendship and compassion is how friendly and compassionate you are to those, who are not. Even those who may take it for granted.
So many- gone before us these past years-
dear friends and family have left our side,
to whom we said goodbye with heartfelt tears.
We shared such joyful times with kin and peers,
through ages when no worries were implied;
so many- gone before us these past years.
Yet, time does not stand still, but leaps and veers
in ways, we never dreamed it would decide
to whom we said goodbye with heartfelt tears.
So like a roulette wheel, age chooses, blears
those sick and weak we hug at their bedside;
so many- gone before us these past years.
With those now left, we share, from yesteryears,
good memories of those held dear inside-
to whom we said goodbye with heartfelt tears.
And now, we hold hands tight and hide our fears-
which one of us will join them on death's ride.
So many- gone before us these past years-
to whom we said goodbye with heartfelt tears.
Why not write a sonnet about a love lost
Its emotional ending and heartfelt cost
Why not write a free verse about life's road
With hair turned gray and skin furrowed
Why not write a poem about familiar dreams
Of flying to stars and gliding on moonbeams
Why not write a poem with alliteration
Whose possible purpose proposes participation
Why not write a poem in a style unknown
Explaining how little your skill has grown
Why not seek out the poetry of old
That lies in your closet, dusty and cold
Why not cross pens with poets you read
To fill the pages with tears that will bleed
Why not hope your poem will place
So you can find a smile on your face
When their very young dad went to jail,
they surely lived in a realistic Hell...
I would hear the youngest one cry over an article she read.
Who had taken her daddy away was too cruel;
nothing they said would make her understand,
why didn't the harsh judge break some rule?
The judge's sentence was based on actual fact,
no pleads from the children softened her hard heart as she read the sentence,
" He committed this crime to feed his family so ashamed of his act,
and even dragged his younger brother along to help him steal by cutting fences. "
Then she made an eye-opening statement, " I must abide by the Law,
I am a judge of justice and fairness...not much I can do in this case;
let him behave and his sentence will be reduced in ten years. "
Everyone in the courtroom started to sob...tears began to flow.
I visited them often, and they seemed different people who couldn't admit
what he did was wrong, assuming he was innocent;
their smiles became cheerless, their words loveless:
a part of them was taken away, lost to hopelessness...
the younger daughter locked herself into her room,
refused to talk to anyone and building that wall deepened her gloom.
Even this year they will not celebrate Christmas with the old thrill,
shopping for presents in crowded malls has lost that excited will,
not even the merriest Santa can make them smile with a jingle bell;
and he must think that they are strange kids who don't love the Holidays,
perhaps reading them the Nativity Story will change their moody ways...
and to bring this family together will take patience and lots of prayers.
How would I ask Jesus, the new-born, who would love to see these kids at midnight?
They must show love to make this miracle happen on Christmas Eve; it has to start
with a heartfelt wish and deep faith, then the Heavens will suddenly open up...
as angels will descend to sing the hymn they sang before they desperately wept.
Azure skies before me drift on by
Seascapes calmly pass the test of time
Teachable moments that nature creates and presents
Improvised through sacred beauty in endless motion
Magic rests in measures of patient wisdom
Echoes resound meanwhile through gifted silence
Games of sorts played throughout the universe
Orchestrated by almighty creative powers
Explicitly arranged to cause amazement
Stretch the boundaries of our imagination
Breathless before this cornucopia of nature's blessings
Youthful temerity grows into heartfelt gratitude
AP: 3rd place 2026
Oscar was a little white canine
Cocker spaniel was in his bloodline
He was such a good dog
Even played with a frog
He was like a heartfelt valentine
Oscar wasn’t like his little brother
Who yapped constantly to their mother
He wasn’t such a good boy
He stole sweet Oscar’s toy
Eager to be one all would smother
Oscar was amusing, such a hoot
Bacon or burger he wouldn’t dispute
He became so chunky
Just like a food junkie
Tried to put him on a fare of fruit
Oscar wasn’t always the silent sort
In large crowds, he became my escort
It’s old news – his bark
Was the life of the park
Where he’d always find time to consort
Oscar was more than just a cute dog
He stuck with me through snow, rain and smog
More loved than I can say
Twas’ with me all the way
He was smarter than the best sheepdog
Children's Limericks Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
November 23, 2022
A wet crinkled brown leaf skimmed my face,
when absorbing the mild milieu ahead,
this peep of day random leisurely,
meander amidst the stunning wild life,
mirror to olympic onset of proud,
major town and its spirited clan,
in an inkling a cascade of hue tinged,
thoughts, reflections, insights, life questions,
swirled in a bright lustrous swathe profound,
inside this brain of mine attuned to spheres,
I commenced to ponder on matters,
meaningful, mystic, mind enhancing,
cheerful cyclist with heartfelt greeting,
jogger in deep breathe whose sudden halt,
despite his schedule to engage with,
me, this being they scarcely even knew,
fixed a slot for sound red ruby witness,
warm shepherd folk smile whilst their kin gaze at,
bees, butterflies, songbirds, cute insects,
children have this innate facial expression,
as adults do when reflecting quietly,
fountain sprinkle of hum and haw linger,
countryside in blue sky urban realm,
that sunshine ray to my blissful muse
"through the dark I can only see the light"
~
matches made
knot
at heaven's gate
true feelings
begin
as this is it
life's never ending fate
(w)rapping
tongues touch
deep in one another's soul
and all the wor(l)ds
make us whole
a book of prophets
unsettled
in the aching moments
held tight
corners of your parchment heart curling
in a helpless flight
a love of light
lifts and fades away
words written out
sensual and smooth
true and tried
finding the yellow in the blue
petals of a once blooming rose
no longer wilting
as seasons finally close
•
blank eyes blink
staring off into darkened night
final chapters unfold
as life
unravels within the unrest
it has to
it has to
come apart
tainted tears drip upon the pages
lost
from the very start
•
O' let me be your rain
to be there to comfort you
to wash away the pain
O' let me be your rain
caressing the very of your grey
let your flowers bloom
in the backdrop
of a naked sky
starless
where tommorow holds
breath
hidden deep inside
every heartfelt cry
"I ponder my life of multi-coloured hues in every snowflake I behold.." (By Poet)
Magnificent Willow stands in silent prayer, calm and composed,
so does the unruffled Evergreen, stretching its arms in thankfulness,
decked with shimmering snow-pellets, gleaming and glistening
as the countless stars are -in absolute harmony of the magnanimous
cosmos ~ majestic jewellery adorned.
I glimpse through the hazy window-panes, world around me
dazzling with shiny snow ~reminiscences of many delightful days
roll through my thoughts ~ an open album of heartfelt memories! of boxes, ribbons and golden bows, sprinkles, silver bells...embellished with love ~
A tranquil, serene night, mesmerizing snow,
falling uninterrupted, unhindered, envelop the entire universe around me.
I ponder my life of multi-coloured hues in every snowflake I behold,
the inspiring dreams, the fervent hopes, the intense ebullience -
for ever crystallized.
Edited on January 11, 2022
For "Winter Wonders Within Nature" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: M.L. Kiser
Edited from my Poem "In Every Snowflake I Behold"
FIRST PLACE
For "Winter Love" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB BRUL
FIRST PLACE