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Grace Thompson
1894-1917
At the timbered railroad depot,
On lower Philadelphia Street,
Across from the lumber yard and the state school there,
I spent many an erstwhile afternoon,
Sitting and worrying and waiting,
Like an expectant Ceres,
For the returning equinox,
Like an agonizing Penelope,
For her long lost love,
From the ancient shores of Ilium,
Waiting and hoping in the spring rain.
And I thought a thousand thoughts,
About life and love and finally dying.
And I also thought much about my wonderful father,
My gentle fitful father,
A wayward, kind soul he was,
Who, out of the blue,
Left the town and our family behind,
Left to find greener pastures as he said,
And who promised to return,
When his oats had at last been wildly sown.
And I waited and waited,
Praying and hoping,
That the next train would at last bring,
His lovely humble smile,
His relaxed eyes, and handsome hermetic brow.
But my endless patient waiting,
Came to a halt that day in cloudy April,
My last day alive,
When again, the tremulous train arrived,
There at the timbered railroad depot,
Across from the state school and the lumber yard,
And once again, he was not on board.
And so, here I am now,
Still waiting patiently, expectantly,
In my dusty forgotten grave,
Waiting for just a single simple flower,
From the only man I absolutely adored,
To be placed upon my single simple tombstone.
water spurting
from a gargoyle spout…
I am drawn to
the gurgling of a baby
in his mother’s arms
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© 20th January 2020
[Published in Cattails Spring/April issue 2020 p. 86]
Editor’s choice:
The hinge of the poem by Paul Callus is a homophony - gargoyle and gurgle. The similar sound reveals a distinction between a hideous gargoyle and an innocent baby, but the baby if it cries - spouts water - can also look like a gargoyle. However, this is circumvented by the mother’s care so the poem begins in the ugly but ends in Madonna-like serenity and centres on the implied but absent fountain - of tears or of life and love.
Sonam Chhoki
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May hosting to pour
the tea out
as your Father pours into you
His love Heart- Fellowship
Tea with our Father
may you be the hosting to pour the tea out
as your Father pours into you and for the teapot
to be left on the table in HIS favor
with Elohim facing you who poured into you
may you dedicate your vessel and in feeling
until the Lord our God the prosper manner to drink tea
is to raise the teacup representing yourself
leaving your vessel on the table
at the place to cut back on the saucer
between our Father's He shares with you
life a Kiss of Life and Love with HIS lips
....... fellowship
9/29/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
i never pictured you as my dream lady
nothing about you is perfect in my eyes
you are nowhere near my type
your personality and outlook on life is so totally opposite of mine
in a former lifetime of mine, we would pay each other no mind and pass each other by without even a hint of a glance
however God had other plans, and the worlds of our lives have not been the same since
i never thought i would learn so much more about life and love and the love of life through your inspirational influence
i never thought that it would feel so right to be so completely wrong
now here you are sleeping soundly here in my arms
now here i even more surprised and shocked at how much more i am loving you loving me
a slight smile comes unexpectedly to my face at the immediate realization that i do not intend to change one solitary thing....
My Broken Heart Shall Never Now Last Forever
My broken heart shall never now last forever,
As your true love captured my heart and soul,
And darling our love is my heavenly treasure.
Our life and love are truly a wondrous pleasure,
As our souls form as one by God’s cosmic role.
My broken heart shall never now last forever.
Our true passion is beyond all infinite measure,
As our life and love form a bond that’s so bold,
And darling our love is my heavenly treasure.
Our shared desire is limitless forever and ever,
And our love’s heartfelt emotion is one to extol.
My broken heart shall never now last forever.
Our love and your beauty are my real pleasure,
Their worth exceeds all of Earth’s natural gold,
And darling our love is my heavenly treasure.
We share a life and love by God’s own endeavor,
And in His view as two loving spirits of one soul.
My broken heart shall never now last forever,
And darling our love is my heavenly treasure.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 18, 2018 (Villanelle)
As I was reading my poem to Deborah…a daily ritual I adore…
she stopped me saying, “Jim, I think I’ve heard this poem before.”
Words that immediately began to echo…to reverberate in my ears…
words, I dare to imagine, every poet fears.
Then I did a little research…which is not at all absurd!
Did you know a normal person’s vocabulary is between 20,000 and 35,000 words?
If the poems I write each day contain 100 words (Yes, I know this estimate is low!)
then at the end of just one year…I’ve already written…every word I know!
I’ve been writing a poem a day for 10 years…yes, 10 years in a row…
which means I depleted my entire vocabulary…around 9 years ago.
Then I thought how my poems are about subjects mean something to me…
like life, and love and happiness…nature and family.
I write on topics and themes that are near and dear to my heart…
lLike fate, acceptance, kindness, peace…miracles, music and art.
These are the things that make my life worthwhile…
and I hope I never change them…
And as for those 35,000 words…the best I can do is constantly rearrange them.
In summary…and to by defense…I provide this short and quick re-cap
with only 35,000 words to work with…there’s bound to be overlap!
So…if you happen to be reading one of my poems…hopefully a poem that you adore…
and you begin to wonder to yourself…’I think I’ve read this poem before!’.
Smile and keep reading….be it day…or be it night…
because when it comes to this particular poet…
you probably are right.
My poem is inspired by our human rights. I am moved to tears by the plight of billions around the world.
It is estimated that 2.6 billion people (more than a third of the world's population) are living in countries or regions that are struggling with human rights abuses, repression, and corruption.
Descent into Darkness
By Michelle Morris
26/12/2022
You take away my right to speak
I am diminished in your eyes
You somehow think that gender
Is a reason for your lies
For the descent into darkness
It is an insidious thing
It will start with one unkind act
And spiral out like galaxies
Until you create a Universe
That is dark and foreboding
That inspires no one
Only fear and loathing
Anxiety and confusion
Stress and trauma bonds
Until only black and white remains
Where all rainbow colours are gone
STOP!
THINK!
FEEL!
We are not robots
We are human beings
When you take away our voices
You lose the songs we sing
Like a bird trapped in a cage
You'll trap us in our homes
No life or education
No career to call our own
We'll dress to be invisible
We'll slowly become shells
All life and love will be diminished
Our society's light will fail
So, consider it with compassion
Feel with integrity and empathy
For our society to flourish
We each need to be free to be
Let me use my voice
Let me be intelligent and wise
Let me be my best self
Let me choose my own life
Every creature deserves joy
To live and roam so free
No more descent into darkness
Let's be light and love and healing
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Up from the depths the well runs dry.
Releasing tears on the wind you cry.
When all is more than you can bear.
Tears on the wind are always there.
Fallen Angels and Saint's held high.
Know all too well the reason why.
A body needs some comfort and care.
Tears on the wind are always there.
A natural lesson of life and love.
A gentle rain that's from above.
To wash the pain from deep inside.
And give new life to what has died.
Tears on the wind blow freely now.
To answer all the questions how.
A living soul can find the joy.
They knew as a young girl or boy.
For Gail Doyle's Tears on the wind contest.
Dear Romeo,
There is no time on the clock that does not hold your memory. There is always a breeze in the air that carries the essence of your presence.
The most pleasurable sight of my entire life is the lotus I have. My lord of life and love, I offer you my purest feelings, for they are the only treasure I possess—a collection of years, the purest of the pure and the sweetest of the sweet.
I have nothing but vivid images in which you looked so beautiful and soft, like a flower.
I cried hard, but love did not vanish into the sea of seven tears—neither the love from my heart nor the flame of you from my mind.
This Valentine’s Day, I am still waiting for you, this time far away in an unknown land.
My dear Romeo, a day will come when time shall turn, and I shall find you, for love never goes unrewarded.
In this city of temples, I will worship in every shrine for years, praying for our union. And I hope you will come from the city of trains.
May you glow more and more in the moonlight as you watch over my balcony.
My moon-like Romeo.
Do you surrender?
Or will you be strong
Do you love him tender?
Or will you let him once again be gone
Do you feel with him is where you belong?
Or will you let your life forever be one sad song
Do you believe it was meant to be?
Or will you tell yourself the way you feel for him is wrong
Does your heart long to be free?
Or will you allow yourself to live in agony
Do you go after what you need?
Or will you finding yourself letting your heart bleed
Do you remember it’s his eyes you got lost in a gaze?
Or will you submit to the haze
Do you feel like you are going crazy?
Or will you let yourself think just maybe…it could be again
Do you long to be held in his arms?
Or will you be able to resist his charms
Do you want his lips to kiss?
Or will it be him you will forever miss
Do you when you close your eyes see his smile?
Or will you let the distance between you always be miles
So many questions you have in your mind building up by the piles
It’s up to you to find your answers and to survive
Hopefully again life and love with him can thrive
But you never know
What life’s gonna show
It’s him you can never let go
Do you admit to everyone how you feel?
Or will you let it be your sanity it steals