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Your beauty astounds me,
your voice enchants me,
And i'll never hear a sound so sweet,
Until I depart for Hades shore,
Your voice holds me like a statue,
it lilts so soft and gentle,
And it would drive me crazy to,
to never hear another word from you,
But whist destracted by your voice another feature attracts my eye,
My heart began to sigh,
as i looked to your direction,
your curls cascaded down your face,
and I at once was touch by grace,
as pure beauty radiated from your face,
and as your eyes caught mine,
I was at once lost in space and time,
and never once in my whole life have i been like that before,
so if truth be told and Helen launched 1000 ships,
i belive you could launch 10,000 more,
and in my poetic heart will your beauty live forever more
In the avalanche, I lost track of my guiding light.
I fled my fireside. I had to evacuate my homestead.
Driven far astray by frenetic frozen fright,
I was just a cowardly racing rescuing airhead.
The wounded wooden face of my brother
lugged away by paramedics in a wheelchair.
My tomb of sleep was my 3 am druthers.
But I called 911, puzzling at my sibling’s stare.
Living and dying from underworld to mountaintop,
the EMTs raised him off the floor like a bag of potatoes.
Everything was breathing pollen and allergen nonstop.
All my raw instincts lacked right or wrong thought flows.
It’s true; I lost poetry. I abandoned my paintings, my pottery,
as though the subverting season of AI sophistry reigned supreme,
as though all creativity was randomized in a human lottery,
as though all consciousness is reduced to a particle beam.
Vacant, these weary eyes roll up in my head.
Vacant, how much long-term despondency to endure?
My brother lives and dies each day in his bed,
defenseless, like a never healing wound with no cure.
My days are distractions, a mad confusing deflection.
I vacated my poetic home, my fireside muse.
I raft the unfamiliar caregiver currents without reflection.
I can’t live forever homeless, maintaining the caregiver ruse.
Sleep now, my brother, knowing life offers you another aim.
Tap resilience from your broken body. This will clear your mind.
My pallet for tending, nourishing, and wiping deserves no acclaim.
Nobody asks for these duties. No one can ever put them behind.
I just want to be on it
I mean I want to live in the moment
You only have one life to live
And that's what I plan to do
I want to enjoy the view
The breathe of fresh Air , I want to care
About every second every hour
I want to be that flower
That grows and never dies
Live in the moment
By a surprise,do everything right
In God eyes,live for now not for later
Within me, is something greater
We will not live forever
Yes I know, so for knowing want
To seize the moment
Like it's my last
Leave the past in the past
I just want to tell the world and let them see
What a moment looks like
And in a blink
It could be over
So I want to let
The emotions roll off
Know that everything
Comes with a cost
But the cost I want is to be free
Free of hurt,free of pain
Free of memories that are not important
Free to receive God's annointment
And the opportunities
Jump on it
Living in the moment
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
01/19/2020
We die because Adam and Eve sinned.
That is why our lives come to an end.
Sin is what makes people grow old and frail.
Sadly, we die because Adam and Eve failed.
But death doesn't bring people's existence to an end.
We will be resurrected in the future, we will live again.
Jehovah was somebody who Adam and Eve didn't trust.
But good people will live forever because God loves us.
Not everybody will live forever, some will fail.
To prevent that, God is the one who we must hail.
When people die, it really hurts but it's not entirely bad.
If we love and obey Jehovah, we will live in the paradise that Adam and Eve could've had.
(11/1/11)
He found out that his division was being shipped away
To a war zone where he would stay.
He did not want her to go thru the agony
Of whether he would come home or not.
This was the thought that he had got.
So he told her that he did not love her any more.
But she saw that his voice said one thing
and his eyes said another.
So here she sat at her window with tears in her eyes
Wondering how could he have lied.
She found out though that I was being shipped overseas
And said that she would wait for me.
I closed my eyes and all that I could see
Was the beauty of her company.
Every moment that was given to me was heaven sent
It was time which was lent
Borrowed time so that I could see
Just how much she meant to me.
Words could not express the feelings that arose
As she touched my heart, my mind , my inner soul.
She set my wandering spirit free
So true love I could see.
To feel and find love , no matter how short it may be
Is to live in ecstasy
and with you is where I want to be.
You have given me the strength to face each
And every day, and to deal with everything, come what may.
This here is a soldiers love, which will live forever
Like the stars above.
Dear Awakening Poet
Do not fall into the trap of succumbing to “Modern” as a type of poetry. Write as if the ink would disappear when the poem was finished knowing that once written it would live forever.
Allow me to offer you a few suggestions as you gaze at the naked page. First and always “Don’t fight it – Write it!”. Don’t ask what poetry is, ask rather “what is a poet”. Make one of your goals to write each day. Save what you write no matter how “bad” you may believe it to be. Revisit these writings and rethink, rewrite, re-imagine and recreate them. Read, study, listen, touch and feel the poetry of others allowing their tempo, cadence and rhythms to tantalize the muse. Play with forms and styles knowing that you will discover the vibrancy of your poetic voice. Cherish the honest critique allowing its sting to stimulate the muse and invigorate the poet. Seek the aid of others who have trudged poetry’s bumpy path. And write, always, from the heart of the aspects of life and love, of sadness and jubilation, of pain and catharsis, but always....always write.
In my own experience poetry has been a constant cathartic tool. It has allowed me to place on paper thoughts, feeling, fears, demons, dreams and demystified them, soothed them, giving me pause to reflect on the words brought forth by livings fire.
I write about what I think, feel, see, touch, hear, imagine, dream. and use nature as a constant theme-prompt.
Here are 10 of my poem for your perusal. 1) Catharsis, 2) A Silent Good-bye 3) Many Miles Away 4) Why Poetry Must Be Read Aloud 5) Write Right 6) A Good Clean Slam 7) Don’t Fight It – Write It 8 )True Love Waits 9) Who Broke It
10) Beware, The Huffle-Winks.
My literary background started, and ended, in High School with a dispute regarding the interpretation of a poem. So I set off to find my “poetic voice. Leading me to my poetic mantra – “It is the nature of the poet to provoke, not to explain.” I’ve had a few poems published and been invited into the classrooms in Elementary and High Schools to share my passion for poetry.
©5/15/2018
[Verse 1]
Yeah... I pretend I’m your man
You roll your eyes, but still take my hand
I laugh, “Girl, you're always hangin' around”
You just wink, like love doesn’t need a sound
So clear—love’s eyes can see
A fire we swore would fade? Never
Let’s imagine, you and me
Writing poems that live forever
[Pre-Chorus]
I get by just thinking it’s real
In your arms, girl, it's fate I feel
[Chorus]
'Cause I can't go on
There’s no tomorrow
If I’m alone
Breathing through the sorrow
Breathe into me
Tell me it’s true
Don’t let me be the fool
Who believed in “me and you”
[Verse 2]
Just love me now, through eternity
We could be something real, you and me
This feeling won’t be chained or tamed
A love like this can’t be unnamed
Can’t you see? I want to be
More than just a fantasy
We could turn this dream to truth
There’s a world for me and you
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t need the world to understand
I just need you to take my hand
[Chorus]
'Cause I can't go on
There’s no tomorrow
If I’m alone
Breathing through the sorrow
Breathe into me
Tell me it’s true
Don’t let me be the fool
Who believed in “me and you”
[Bridge]
In a place where time stands still
Hearts can mend and dreams can fill
I’ve seen stars align before
Maybe love will open the door
To a place…
To a place called Always
[Final Chorus]
'Cause I can't go on
There’s no tomorrow
If I’m alone
Still breathing through the sorrow
So breathe into me
Whisper it’s true
Don’t let me be the fool
Who still believes in “me and you”
[Outro]
No, I don’t want to pretend
But I can’t let this end
So tell me it’s true
Say I’m not dreaming...
There’s a me and you...
There’s a me and you...
Gotta be… in a place called Always
Of beautiful memories,
Sprayed with a million tears,
Wishing God could have spared you,
If just for a few more years.
It does not take a special day,
For us to think of you,
Each Mass we hear, each prayer we say,
Is offered up to you.
We cannot bring the old days back,
When we were all together,
The family chain is broken now,
But memories live forever.
It was a sudden parting,
Too bitter to forget,
Only those who loved you,
Are the ones who will never forget.
The blow was hard, the shock severe,
To part with one we loved so dear,
Our loss is great, we'll not complain,
But trust in God to meet again.
“Dream as if you will live forever; Live as if you will die today.”
James Dean
Found Love at First Sight
I was in a café shop, staring, wondering.
Then I saw her outside the display window.
She was extremely beautiful.
She was looking at me, not moving.
I smiled, light like a silver cloud.
For a moment, I was mesmerised.
She seemed in a hurry. I invited her in.
We sipped our drinks, which I ordered.
We spoke about ourselves and about love.
It seemed there was an allurement between us.
Indecision could not resolve our attractions.
There was a dangerous spell between us,
Something we could not easily resolve.
Was there chemistry between us?
Something lingered, I put my hand on hers.
Had we a promise neither of us dared to name?
Then, between stolen yet long glances,
A world waited vast enough to enthral us.
She showed me her train ticket for the next day.
That day, she was mine. I cared not for the next day.
Placed 1
Here'a giggle are you ready for this
Better sit down I'd say
Why do psychics ask you your name
Maybe it's a game they play
Gotta tell ya, gonna live forever
But still got a ways to go
I'm certainly not worried, no not me
Feel good right down to my toes
Hardness of butter is really proportional
Directly to how soft the bread is
But with toast you have a fighting chance
Will be testing you later in a quiz
What if you get scared half to death twice
Gonna leave that one alone
If there's a will, there's about 500 relatives
All wanting a share of their own
Death is most definitely a hereditary thing
How many still have parents living
See I just told you its just a matter of time
Might be joining 'em by Thanksgiving
A dear friend of mine is so optimistic
Bought a burial suit with 2 pairs of pants
Until we know exactly where we're going
Why should we take the chance
You laugh because I'm a little bit different
I laugh coz I just let one go
One of my better ones I gotta tell ya
A joyous expulsion to behold
© Jack Ellison 2013