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"Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind" - Edna St. Vincent Millay
soft
ripples
spread gently ...
death's frail surface
trembles with our grief
as each soul we cherish
plunges the gossamer veil ...
the warm arms of peaceful release
await there 'midst the tender darkness
to hold them close in their boundless dreaming.
Written and submitted on May 21, 2020
For the "Etheree" Poetry Contest
Dear Heart, Sponsor.
( Syllables = 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
Don't belittle me
For I'm a child of the KING
made in His image
I make His heart sing
Don't belittle me
For I'm made by His hands
and though I'm not perfect
My weakness He understands
Don't belittle me
Even if I belittle you
Know that I'm sinful
Show me a love that's true
Don't belittle me
Don't make my heart to break
I face a struggle or two
That would cause your heart to ache
Don't belittle me
I try to hold on to life
So don't let what you say
Add a burden or bring on strife
Don't belittle me
But be..a little...me
Try to feel the way I feel
Try to see what I see
Don't belittle me
Give me a little love
For if you're the better one
He'll reward you from above...
Please....Don't...Belittle...Me!
Eileen
The "Love of my life"
turned out to do me wrong,
But I found out I've
had security all along.
My best friend swore
she'd never desert me.
She never did, and all the while
she held the key.
"What key?", you ask.
The key to happiness and all that's real.
Someone to hold your hand or stroke your hair
when you think you just can't deal.
Someone that, except in death,
will never leave you hanging by a thread.
Someone who gives you a shoulder to cry on or
when you're lonely, sleeps in your bed.
Security is someone who is there to
pick up the pieces and clean up your mess,
Someone who never says "I told you so.",
not even joking, because she is the best!
I will hold your hand when... whenever you need a friend.
I will hold your hand and listen, your rights I will defend.
I will hold your hand until you say, "this is the end."
Opportunity knocked and my friend was caught napping.
Actually, the soft music had awakened him but
dropping my hand which he had gripped for an hour,
he walked away from the chance of a lifetime.
Many of his friends answered the call. Later he called it
a ruse (was that because he had missed it?) A ruse?
What he had refused was the hand of Providence.
Lives were energized. Death became worth the living.
He saw friends rise from the depths of tragedy to triumph.
Yet he stayed the same always watching from the sidelines,
sleeping less often on the back pew as I held his hand.
I held his hand often while he complained, excusing
his lack of interest in things eternal. I held his hand,
squeezing it too tightly for his pleasure.
Now the knocking has become my hand knocking on his door
but he pulls the shades and refuses any help my hand offers.
Other friends have called but he doesn't answer.
The decision was made long ago and he slowly dies with it.
He's made his choice; he's not alone, of friends he has no lack.
From time to time, I'll check on him and pray he's changed his track.
I weep for him and stop to ask, "Did my hands hold him back?"
As sun rises
I hear your voice
Playfully waking me up
To start our day together
Filled with adventures.
We go down the road
Teasing the shopkeeper,
Running back, dogs chasing
Breathless laughter in the air
Which seems like yesterday.
We had many people
Around us, but
Having each other's presence
Was more than anything
This world could offer
We sowed seeds
Of our friendship
With love and hope
To grow our own garden
But I lost the trace.
It's been 10 years,
Still drowning in our time
And I've been wondering
What type of garden
Would it be now
Would it have grown like
A garden of
Long-lasting roots
Or a garden of
Forgotten threads?
If you'd ask
If I still remember you,
I'd say
I still hold you
As you never left me.
Somethings never change
Me, losing loved ones
You, losing our memories.
I hope that you still remember
Atleast one seed.
If it ever crosses your mind,
You might wonder, like
It's a Special memory of life
But I miss it, like
It's a Special life of memory.
~A Poet Cherishes Her Freedom~
People jogging, laughing riding gleaming bicycles.
Some serenely picnicking by the lake on thick, green grass.
Parking lots full of happy people in stores,
Mothers Day looked more like the Fourth of July!
I was so very blessed to see this, I plain wanted to cry.
Instead,with joy I cheered, and with glee and relief, sighed!
Nobody at my daughter's was behind their couch, with masks in hiding.
Children outside on their beloved sidewalks, with tricycles riding.
We all said grace and ate in our normal, familial spaces.
With faith in God first, before obnoxious social disancing graces!
The major hospital parking lot, I never saw it so empty.
As my part of California, is the land of His graces, aplenty.
Plenty of freedom here, we are no longer living in media lies and exaggerated fear.
As we do hold the rights in our Constitution, far more dear!
People are river rafting in the Sacramento River.
It gives freedom crushers a very cold shiver!
However, our Governor is unhappy with our lowering death rate.
His goal is that we live in constant fear, so only he can control our fate?
(Not going to happen, mate!)
I guess he does not know American History well?
He thinks he is a school principal and we run whenever he rings his unconstitutional bell.
Get a grip, Governor Newsom....dearest!
For you see, we hold our freedoms, forever first and nearest!
May 11, 2020
7:30pm PST
Did you hear my last night cry
Did you now, care, or even try
Did you feel that knocking on your hearts door
Yes it was me yet again just as it was before
Who did you think it was her, the one you now try to hold tight
Nope it's the one with whom you years ago you let lose sight
Of the fact that I'm the only one with whom you could ever really love
I'm the one with whom you always dream of
I'm the girl who in the dead of night screams your name
And you know for me you do the same
To each other we both whisper love so loudly every heart skips a beat
And for you I'm the one who would forever drop down on my knees at your feet
Do you really believe she would do that and more for you
No because she just can't love you the way I can, the way I do
Those beautiful moments we share in together you remember them so vividly to
Only one reason why a guy would recall those memories
Because our love is simple meant to be
We belong together, you are the very air I breathe
You and I are not over no we are far from being through
We share a special bond between us our love is genuine and very true
In the storm of my mind,
You were my quiet yearning.
Nothing to hold onto, nothing to chase,
Nobody can adjust to this phase.
Do not claim the jargon words,
Words mean nothing when they are hollow.
Letters and pauses are only the reflections of my urge
To put you in my precious seat.
I see a scarlet paradise,
Beneath the fabrics, beneath the skin.
I can even see what's underneath your skull,
My heart is nothing but an omniscient witness.
When you claim that you are feeling all alone,
Isn't that worthy of being welcomed?
When you claim that you do not want to be left alone,
Isn't it pleasurable to be denied?
The empty clock reminds me of your sweet but mean promises,
Temporary happiness is what you always crave.
But I have been an equivocator for so long,
I just want to see what my strides mean to you.
They’re Not Just Any Old Poems
Nothing left of any value
Except for these old love poems
Of true love that will last forever
They have been sealed
In a vault protected inside my heart
These forgotten words come alive
When the poems are opened
With the key of my heart
Breathing in the essence of
These simple words of love
That I carry in my soul
Of love we shared as we grew old
Remembrance of Its author
And his hold that holds me near
What he was worth in my life
My love would write to me
Not any old poem will do
Just the one that were
Handwritten with endearment
From him to me
They are not waterproof
As my wet tears drop onto the page
As my heart yearns for the day
I’ll be with once more
6/24/2015
Contest Name: Any Old Poem #5
Sponsor:SKAT A
You called their little angel home
To join you at the throne
Left his family with a broken heart
Completely torn apart
We do not know your reasons Lord
Many know how hard he fought
You had other plans for him up there
Though his parents wish his life you'd spare
Be with his loved ones Father
His dad his sister and mother
Help them Father, I do pray
To only make it through each day
Take care of their angel son
Comfort his dad sister and mom
They are living each parents' biggest fear
Losing a child, they wish were still here
A sister missing her brother...them having fun
A dad wanting to hold his son
A mother having so many questions unanswered
Completely shattered and broken hearted
Help them Father, mend their hearts
Completely shattered and torn apart
Please take care of their darling son
He was indeed a special one