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"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
Oh, I never thought I would marry her.
We found ourselves under the mistletoe.
Her lips were warm, her perfumes sweetly were.
Oh, I never thought I would marry her.
Her love was all mine, a ring I'd bestow.
Her voice was silky, her speech soft like snow.
Oh, I never thought I would marry her
We found ourselves under the mistletoe.
4 October 2022
Writing Challenge - Past Memories - ''T'' Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
10 syllable per line.
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My dearest child
My hottest mess
You drive me wild
My source of stress
My mini me
Inside and out
You won’t agree
But I’ve no doubt
It’s truer than true
Opposites attract
But the things you do
The way you act
I see your pain
I struggle too
So much the same
Me and you
You find relief
In many others
You give me grief
But I’m your mother
I know you well
Do you know me
Can you tell
Do you see
We’re just alike
My son and I
A lonely type
We ache, inside
Things are tough
We can’t explain
Good’s not enough
We feel so plain
And so we feen
For other’s praise
But peers are mean
The things they say
If the day, does come
When you see me
As the “okay” mum
I’ve tried, to be
I hope I’m here
To kiss your face
To share a tear
And warm embrace
Innumerable souls got detached from their bodies
Like leaves falling off from their trees
The war is going against the clock
And the folks there are choking from the smoke
The minds of them are made with the beads of bravery
Their voice knows no quavery
the air around them is burning
The places surround are turning
lakes and rivers are carrying blood instead of water
yet their hopes didn't shatter
We can see fire in their eyes and grace in their face
They are moving at a pace to succeed in this race
There is faith in their heart that no one can apart
Their blood is thick and hard from the very start
The ones causing the war may have everything from HI to AI
But they lack one thing "a pure heart"
And that is exactly what the casualties have
It symbolizes nothing but the assured victory of them
Yes you will win, this suffering, this cruelty, this hardship everything will dim
And from that day you can breathe in gleam
The judge knows what the criteria for an ultimate win is
and nothing will go beyond this
you will witness the bliss
Your souls will be blessed with the creator's kiss
This day will soon arrive
Gear up to feel again alive
-Azmeera Fathima
HI-Human intelligence
AI-Artificial intelligence
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if the echo of you,
is the only melody that holds me
- then i am in absolute bliss,
and i wish to stay
in an impressible kiss;
the tranquility that moves upon my skin
. . such peace within
~ embrace me now,
and leave me breathless somehow ~
because . .
if repetition is the only melody holding me
- then i need to abide in that moment,
again and again
the tender sweet harmony, that is you
_____________________
~ because i always want to feel you ~
a little romantic scribble
I'm Drowning in my Sins
The Devil has me in a Spin.
It Never Seems Like I'm Going to Win
I Pray to God to Forgive Me, but my Sins seem to Repeat.
Lord, Don't let me Suffer in Defeat.
I'll kneel and Kiss your Feet, But in this battle, I'm Losing Me.
My Soul is Living Free
Knowing in the End Torture is Forever Bonded to me.
Keep Inhaling The Smoke and get Thrown in the Fire.
My Deepest Desires gets Me Thrown in the Fire.
So does that Mean My Mind is Messed Up?
My Spirit Messed Up?
Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.
Forgive Me For My Thoughts
Forgive Me For My Desires
Every Day I'm Sinning I Feel like I'm Getting Closer to The Day I Expire
Wash Me Clean
Make Me New
Bring Me To The Light and Let The World Hear My View
‘When will I be free from this stuff
To kiss your suave skin
And to feel the high winds pretty rough
From a gale from your deep green?’
It is the park beside the hospital
Bill is speaking to
Has undergone a surgery cervical
From his bed the green square is a marvelous view
A big marigold hugs a voluptuous Zenia bunch
Under the blue light and in green breeze
A rare orgasmic avalanche
And the Beech and Larch engaged in a squeeze
‘I wish I could be with you
O my happy children there’
The moment a whistle loudly blew
Bill almost jumped in the air
The cute nurse smiled a little
And said: It’s a good balm sir
For the aching souls in riddle
Look at the lavenders calling there
Ah, how in my youthful days I
Would visit daily the neighborhood park
Upon the green ground we would lie
And wait for the bushes in dewy dark
Bill’s eyes met the tinted fountain
There at the distant center
After sundown it’s a night queen
Beside it a small mountain
The soaring green spirits of trees
The music of the whistling birds
The clouds above in shaping spree
Just speechless leaves it all of us
Parks are our wonderful friends
The poetry of park never ends
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February 17, 2016
Here, beneath the sky of my mind,
in the swaying hammock of my heart,
strung between tall palms of loss and love -
lies a child's form furled , asleep.
RainGirl is this little one's name,
her father called her this -
" She who was born with the rain,"
born to bring liquid life again
She who should have brought bliss
to dry and desolate plain
bleached by drought's hot kiss...
Instead, she sleeps now, folded away,
peaceful as an unborn chick -
life protected, yet space restricted
in her hard shelled hide.
Conceived through loss,
she now lives, survives,
because her brothers died.
As if they stepped aside.
Brief pure lives roughly shortened
by life's relentless tide
of comings and goings, never ceasing -
Life's, and Death's continual pacings...
Now, she-child must quietly sway...
Allow a woman to take her place -
who longs to laugh with female grace...
So sleep, curled child, beneath blue skies,
Sleep those bitter hours away...
Arise Woman! Get up, stand tall, stand strong!
The desert plain is ablaze with flowers.
Posted 28/09/2017
Does an eager hand feel a throbbing heartbeat truly divine
making a lover's promise under a swaying, balmy pine?
Why look at blinking stars that aren't amazingly crystalline?
Isn't your wish another dream sparkling with starshine?
Cross those hands and embody the fidelity of a Caroline,
mix reality with dreams and all failures to divide dwine;
think how sweet was the fleeting kiss of that young Roseline,
her body was seductive, but her mouth was a real landmine.
Brides seem happy when their mates play Frankenstein,
but their jealousy hushes the faint voice of a thirty-nine
old girl on the other line shouting obscenities at Evangeline;
most wives won't excuse their husbands with a witty punchline!
Affairs don't last when commitment is shunned after drinking a strong wine,
a drunken person can't make a distinction between a dog and a feline;
here comes Kataline with her rolling pin with the angry look of a Delphyne:
" You've sworn your fidelity to me, not to a tramp you've found on Loveline! "
How are things in Rome, my love, the Rome we knew so long ago?
Do the crystal waters in the Fountain of Trevi still gently flow?
Does the coin we tossed in there yet shine? I'd really like to know,
Or like the love of our feckless youth, has it lost its glow?
I was a lonely soldier boy far from home and she was lonely too.
When I saw her across the crowded room, my heart skipped a beat or two!
'Tis said that a woman loves a man in uniform but I'm not sure that's so!
I felt it much more than that as in her eyes I saw a special glow!
I have fond memories of our dinners sipping Chianti with speghetta,
And the thrilling rides along the Tiber on our trusty old Lambretta!
The moon shone on just the two of us as we held each other tight,
Pledging our eternal love with a tender kiss on that very special night!
Alas, time moved on inexorably as it will and I returned to fighting war.
'Tis said that tossing a coin in Trevi ensures your return to Rome once more!
But it was not to be. I can only cherish sweet memories in my heart!
I sadly muse, "How are things in Rome, my love, since we've been apart?"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
(PS: I hasten to add that this is a fictional write otherwise I'd be in deep and
serious trouble with my wife!!!!!)
We’re in a young-love recession.
Gen Zers are slow to trust and averse to risk,
we have, it seems, a particular social nervousness
about interpersonal exchanges and the symbiosis of love.
So we resort to situationships (undefined relationships),
a stratagem for closeness, with zero commitment.
You can flirt; you can kiss; you can dance.
You can have a crush so big it blots out the stars
You can have transformative romantic encounters
you can care deeply and get hurt badly
you can, in fact, be absolutely wrecked by love
All without ever being in a relationship.
Thank God we’re only young once.
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Die With A Smile by Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars
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