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My daughter had been sickly for a time
The flu, they said, her health will shortly climb
A few days later came the call we dread
I'll ne’er forget the words the doctor said:
"We got your daughter's blood work back today.
I'm not sure there is any easy way
To tell you she has cancer of the blood.
I'm sorry, but the outlook isn't good."
I dropped the phone and couldn't hide the tears
My daughter hadn't yet to reach six years
This had to be a mix up or mistake
But her frailness confirmed this wasn't fake.
We sat down on her bed and held her close
So tiny and so perfect in repose
But before either one of us could speak
She smiled and spoke in a voice small and weak.
"I know you want to tell me that this flu
Will not be getting better, but I knew
See Jesus sent an angel to my bed
Who said I needn't fear what lies ahead."
"I asked about the c-word sometimes used
By mom and daddy talking while I snoozed.
He told me about cancer inside me
And said that heaven very soon I'd see."
And seeing tears, my daughter grabbed our hands
“There's one more thing you need to understand
The angel had a note for both of you:
Said, 'Courage is a mighty C-word too.'"
Where she was laid to rest a stone highlighted by the dew
Reminds me she said, "Courage is a mighty C-Word too."
December 12, 2016
Midst many senior-citizens of our little township,
Has been Mr. Captain, a solemn man in his mid-nineties,
One, enjoying each-and-everyone's abundant friendship,
Who looked much younger, yet, as though just in his late sixties...
There's a secret hidden in him; like gold within deep mine,
Like sailor having sea-riddles, he had his war puzzles;
Sparkle your interest; you'll see his stories flow in twine;
Adventure advanced like his automaton-gun muzzles...
A thousand lotuses seemed blossoming on his shining face,
When he talked of his valorous victories after wars;
As part of paraphernalia he showed his brief-case,
Wherein rested his telescope that helped him gazing stars...
With his wealth he did not buy or sell; Nor did he marry;
His eyes, like owls, watched vigilantly the nation's progress;
The highlighted portion of his well-maintained diary,
Included strategies of systematic war success...
He inspired many young for the service of the nation,
This has been the greatest success of his great life-story;
Though dignitaries did not glamorize his cremation,
The challenge-filled tear-drops of young soldiers sang his glory...
29 June 2022
Tears of a Valient Soldier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal
Consilium from The Outlier
(A lone voice whispers)
(A lone voice whispers)
Have you ever encountered painful heartbreak, or are enduring, soul-destroying grief
And sometimes sit alone in the silence
Praying for any form of spiritual relief
If so, here are a few thoughts from a similar person, who's been through it all
No matter what you feel or happens today
A new dawn will still always rise again, tomorrow
A chance to knock down, any hastily built, mental walls
A chance to find a new form of freedom, to flourish
To subdue, all those painful feelings highlighted with sorrow
That no longer, nourishes
Some may say, you've just got to forget the past
Use reconciliation, beyond reason to last
But I say, do it this way
Love those even more so, who've passed away
And never again, believe in those
Who once broke, your unswaying three pillars of trust
By charging in like the doomed, British Light Brigade
With all the sad games, they once played
Leaving you standing alone
On parade,
For all to see
In depressions black dust
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Counseling comes from the Latin root consilium, meaning “advice.”
Foundation.
Relationships
Can you ever trust a person after being betrayed on any level?
Grief
Does time really heal, and do you want to forget someone special, you once loved?
Ode to My Great Guru
On a silent,spotless teak deck in Lake Tahoe,
a guru stood in silence.
Immaculately dressed in navy pressed slacks
and navy shirt.
The daylight highlighted his gray hair with a
melody of sparkling mirth.
Looking out upon the waters as the golden sun
on Tahoe was joyfully rising,
The American Robins greeted him with their
cheerful morning chucklings.
His wrists, gently on the teak railing rested.
A huge acorn sat, as his only tall,silent companion
with assorted rocks that sunrise.
Tall, scented Pine trees were all about him filled
with Western bluebirds, who seemed to greet
him, "Hello"!
His steadfast, inner peace with this world, always
so magnificently, fully,and joyfully apparent!
And I, knowing him so very well.
Ah, too sweet, it made my humble chest swell!
His love for people and his commitment
to this great planet?
Eternal and wonderfully,apparent and yet
forever growing!
For each and every human being upon it.
Unlimited, in it's profound humility.
So blessed am I to know him.
So very dedicated to all of humaniity.
November 14, 2019
This is letter, an autumnal leaf from the abode heart
There are many alphabets, many words, many sentences
There are immense desire, fragrant emotions
There are dyed intoxicated soul, delightful idol of you
Everything there are sermonizing the speech of you
This your are none but the soul, my soul of love
But sometimes I lose this highlighted letter
I see myself being idolized in the very distant past
Again sometimes see I’m the sound of supreme being
That's why
In this wordy statements,
In this actionable confessions,
in this realistic presence
I can't find myself
Cause- there is you
This your are none but the soul, my soul of love
Yes, sometimes where I feel
Love is eternal young,
ever powerful
when it lives in control
there another time same I feel
Love is savage, heartless killer
when can't control it
oh! What a terrible power of love has
when it crosses its limitation then it kills all
In fear of being killed
In one winter morning
In the foggy grave
with the tears of falling dreams
The lifeless spirit lives as a corpse
On the letter which cut into pieces
20.09.2020 Chattogram
A ladies’ man, one of a kind,
to guileless females gave the eye
response highlighted by a sigh.
He had seduction on his mind
intentions hid behind a smile
he took them in with charming style.
Unwary victims he would find
their full attention swiftly grab
his forte was the gift of gab.
To love eternal he was blind
immersed he was in selfish aims
and boasted of Quixotic claims.
Fragmented hearts were left behind
betrayal tasted, bitter, vile
instead of walking up the aisle.
A ladies’ man, one of a kind,
He had seduction on his mind
Unwary victims he would find
To love eternal he was blind
Fragmented hearts he left behind.
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Contest: Constanza
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
© 19th November 2017
Stop refreshing the screen.
Their name wont show, or be highlighted.
Stop scrolling through the old texts.
It wont bring them back.
Stop staring at them,
They wont look back at you.
You shouldn’t have to beg for attention.
You shouldn’t have to change the color of your eyes,
for them to see you.
You shouldn’t have to increase the volume of your music to drown out the overthinking.
You shouldn’t have to speak in their cøde for them to
End up not understanding you.
Do not be the romantic waltz to their messy tango.
They didn’t notice then, why would they notice now?
You shouldn’t have to
U
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D
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S
S
For them to see the real you.
Because the real you isn’t just your flesh.
You shouldn’t have to train them to treat you how you want,
Just for you to end up the circus clown.
You shouldn’t have to change your vocal cords just to
Harmonize one note with them.
You shouldn’t have to provide the effort.
You shouldn’t have to,
But you do.
Because that’s what we call
Love.
The watchers eyes focus within silence
bombarded by messages of pure malice
many suffer so much hate towards an individuals choice
everyone with deep vision can see these festering souls
Those whom support the culture of death no longer hide
openly denouncing God's right under Divine law
When push comes to shove hellbent
certain agendas have highlighted uncivilised heathens
a dark side underneath your skin is clearly exposed
Manipulating the truth has only one verdict
when examined properly bringing justice to this court
and the relationship between lies
In the face of an honest opinion warlike beggars cry victim
no amount of evidence will sway these possessed bodies
They are so filled with pride and baseless egos
to acknowledge the twist in their own tongue to explain
Judging others with a cold heart separates them as wolves
with such bitterness showing teeth stalking every word howls
In that which does not suit their ill agenda behind a mask
trampling on the innocent with racist views
masked as caring with sweet stings a scorpion
Loveless bullies self ordained bigots uneducated liars
twist the very meaning of life backwards
where the sick are incurable they are never untreatable
there the blind have already opened their eyes and can see
The pulse of a rose; gentle and slow,
like the softly misting raindrops of Spring.
A rose breathes and soft petals stretch to the light;
of a cascading ray; as it slips towards Earth.
It’s pulse beats with each savored breath;
velveteen color rolls across each petal;
highlighted by crystalline raindrops.
Light’s breath reveals and displays
a phenomenon that doesn’t really exist;
colors of pink, red, yellow, mauve and greens.
When I am tired, I sink into a rose for serenity;
velvet dreams play on the stage of my mind.
It’s milky sweet perfumes scent my spirit.
My attraction towards her was fatal.
For the realest things to come from her lips affected me in more ways than one.
You see truth speaks volume.
And the beauty that comes from her lips was more than I anticipated.
Feeling my attraction begin to rise.
I attempted to switch the subject.
Finding that we both shared the same amount of pain.
Adding value to each subject that rose.
I began to feel that there was more for me.
My self consciousness reacting before I could gather myself completely.
I felt a sense of liberation.
No longer the day I had at work, what I was planning to eat on the way home.
More instead how every other thought included her.
The respect held eye to eye.
The avenues of how her day went, the ins and outs.
The evidence that I found what I was missing.
And I didn't understand one bit.
I suppose it's better that way.
Stepping outside of myself into the crossway leading off into the street.
A dark backdrop highlighted by a white light of a bald man walking before it turns
A reddish orange.
Though nothing is as harmless as it seems.
I felt at ease staring into her eyes.
Stepping inside of her mind was like walking into an art gallery.
Her interests, technological advances all highlighted in bright and violet hue.
All in the span of 10 minutes walking in.
Mutually we both spoke with our hands.
We'd throw fits with our laughs, indulging in the philosophy of smile.
With morality aroused I instantly began questioning myself.
Wanting to know more I asked question, after question.
Anything as a means to have kept her talking. Feeling an everlasting peace.
Walking downtown in an abundance of space, I felt I could breathe.
But I couldn't shake that she felt that I was like most guys.
That at any moment, as comfortable as she was, she was still waiting on me
to give any indication that I was no different than the faces pointed down scrolling down their phone.
And we,
Like separate thumbs.
Belonged to different people
Trouble