Long Lamp shade Poems
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Your Braille Writer
I’ll write from right to left
while you read me from left to right
our hearts meet and we’ll never say goodbye
you are my precious gem in this world of change
remember, I am your hope and strength whatever happens
I’ll show you the light
a great assurance
that you’ll be alright,
like a bright lamp
just carry me
I’ll show you the path
giving you lovingly
the desire of your heart
just touch the dots
like switching me on
then I’ll show you that life is good and the world is so beautiful.
Date Written: Sept. 18,2012 by Leonora Galinta
Note: I lovingly composed this poem dedicated to exceptional kids especially the V.I. or visually impaired ones . I tried to make a lamp shade shaped poem as I was inspired by the manual braille writer I have here. I used this when I learned braille writing for V.I.
Second Place
Contest: Impress Me with a small Poem IV
Judged: 3/14/14
Sponsor: Poet Giorgio A. V.
And his frost-clad lips I gently kissed
So mildly radiant amid this place--
That the silvery night grew quite intense
Until a gasp rushed from his cheeks.
While awakening to each other
Our throbs exploded into daybreak…
When sweet nectar of fresh beginning
Piqued an appetite's thrill…reborn:
Even though flakes bobbed near the pane
I gazed keenly inside those irises
Raw yet tender under gloss of lamp shade
Igniting my hunger for a charmed surprise :
And sipping cedar's pulp of intoxication --- a drink for two
Mint ambrosia through dusky air roused all hours
As we jived , swaggered along together--
On this flamed wintry honeymoon day~
Best Free Verse From November 2018 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Lu Lou ~ Written 11/25/2018
Submitted 12/10/2018
Lamp shade shrouds my blanched soul
Dimming, residual light o'er weary heart doth roll
Flickering memories cloud my intellectual pole
Obscure shadows flutter through subconscious pinhole
Dusk, fading hope through my restive spirit doth stroll
Encroaching darkness shutters my resolve; my psyche doth patrol
Murky thoughts leaf through my sensory scroll
Shimmering reflections flounder, then my inner being roil
Foreboding sentiments my sanity will parole
Oscillating dreams eclipse all feelings of control
Loosely anchored in sinking ship; fueled by despondency's blackest coal
Mournful echoes sound in waves, marooning courage on lifeless
shoal
Last glimmer of twilight, now must pay the woeful toll
Shattered and shipwrecked brokered to misery's dole
Out of all of us my best friend
Came to an inglorious, untimely ugly end
We were digging holes inside a cave
But what he didn’t know was that he was digging his own grave
When it was finally time to go to bed
He turned around and a Nazi shot him in the head
He fell into the hole he had just dug
And the Nazi covered him up with an old dirty rug
They poured gasoline on him and set him afire
That was to become my friends funeral pyre
We were made to stand there and watch him burn
And the Nazi said, "This is your lesson to learn”
That night we all went to bed
Full of sadness, fear and dread
What happened that night really gave us a fright
Nothing was ever going to be alright
At night I see the ghosts of the lost
During the day I see the price that it cost
The Nazis have no religion or conscience
They only believe in killing and science
Later that day, a Nazi came with something he made
It was a very awful ugly lamp shade
On one side of the shade was something I knew
It was one of my dead friend’s tattoos!
Of the unfortunate unlucky dead
The Nazis were shrinking heads!
And they were making all kinds of things
Out of the prisoners, their gold teeth and rings
One night so cold I was watching my frozen breath
The Nazis came and took me away to see Dr. Death
He said he was going to give me a shot and it would do no harm
He rolled up my sleeve and stuck a needle in my arm
That was after Christmas in 1944 late December
And from that moment on nothing I remember
An American soldier told me that when he found me
I was walking around the prison yard like a lifeless zombie
Now it’s early May 1945
And somehow I am still alive
It’s amazing that I am not insane
The last survivor of the last train
To understand the holocaust
You must understand all it cost
In this camp it cost the lives of over a million
Of innocent men, women and children
Now we speak of all the lives lost
In the past tense
It all really comes down to the cost
Of all the dead and the presence of absence
Against all of humanity there leaves a void
A hideous heinous crime
So many promising lives destroyed
In one short period of time
Lives that were vital and present
All became past tense
And we can still feel and resent
Their absence of presence