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He approaches fast
We bump - silly heart beats wildly
Him - lost in thought- No word of apology
We pass each other
He approaches fast
Eyes so blue - elicits soundless sighs
He stares - out into distant skies
We pass each other
He approaches fast
Sensual lips - beg a moonlight kiss
A dropped beat- my heart does miss
We pass each other
He approaches fast
New day dawns - new courage found
Courage flees - from lips no sound
We pass each other
He approaches fast
Gold tipped streaks - on hair of brown
He neither smiles - nor does he frown
We pass each other
He approaches fast
Hint of down - on a manly chin
Imagining stroking it - I hide a grin
We pass each other
He approaches fast
Convinced he’ll smile - eye contact meet
He hurries by - I concede defeat
We pass each other
He approaches fast
Smile he does - chatting on the phone
Pangs of hurt - He’s not alone
We pass each other
He approaches fast
I hurry on - with eyes downcast
A bump I feel - and look aghast
I look into the bluest eyes
My heart it stops
I groan
I die
A quizzical smile plays on his lips
Oh beating heart that soars and dips
And so this moment I shall seize
Forever in my memory freeze
We stand and grin- no words to utter
Still ----We don’t pass each other
Footnote:
School over and kids thronged a mall, where I sat sipping my coffee in a café. I couldn’t help overhearing some high school girls, loudly talking about their teenage crushes which prompted me to write this amusing poem. I’m sure parents of teenage girls the world over will undeniably identify with. Oh!! And of course Taylor Swift was one of their favourite singers.
Music video by Taylor Swift performing ‘You Belong With Me’ (C) 2009 Big Machine Records, LLC
Published on Jun 16, 2009 #VEVOCertified on April 16, 2011.
I carried it on my lap all the way to you,
The bus ride was so long, so long, Mom;
Lost in old memories of you and me, together,
I just looked out the window all the way.
Holding a wilting red rose ~
The gate of the cemetery creaked as usual,
The path filled with many crumbling leaves;
Cool wind took my long raven hair blowing it back,
I felt my tears falling as I neared your tomb.
Holding a wilting red rose ~
I stood for a long time with my eyes closed,
The words carved in stone and in my heart;
Feeling the pride of a daughter for a wonderful Mom,
I fell to my knees weeping for what is lost.
Holding a wilting red rose ~
Then at last I rose and dried the forever tears,
I touched the words carved on your cold tomb;
And retraced my steps down the path, closing the gate,
I boarded the bus and was soon lost in thought.
Holding a wilting red rose ~
. . . . . still
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May 11, 2014
Poetry/Verse/Holding a wilting red rose
Copyright Protected, ID 05-565-847-11
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
In a gentle slumber, where the moon takes flight,
I lay my dreams next to her this tender night
June whispers secrets, in a voice so sweet,
A symphony of stars, a lullaby complete
Underneath her breath, a hush so deep,
Where shadows dance with every leaf
Her eyes, like tangerines, aglow with light,
Seeking answers in the endless night
She wanders through the cosmos, lost in thought,
Searching for a grand design that's never been sought.
The universe unfolds, a mystery vast,
But answers elude her, out of reach, far-cast
Yet in the silence, I find solace,
In the rhythm of her heart, a tranquil pace
My thoughts become one with the celestial sphere,
A melody burning with cosmic seer
I dream of being the answer she seeks,
Of being the reason her heart beats.
To be the key that unlocks her mind,
To be the rhyme that's her life's design.
For she is wisdom, a truth untold,
a lesson I never learned when young and bold
through her, I see the beauty in the unknown,
In my chaos, there's a pattern she's unshown.
She paints with colors, not seen in daylight,
With each stroke, she brings me to life
Her artistry transcends the mortal plane,
In her presence, I am never the same.
And though our paths may cross only once,
our hearts entwined, our souls intertwined,
I know that I will never forget,
the love she drew in trembling lines
So I close my eyes and let this night,
envelop me in its gentle might.
I rest within her arms, secure and free,
The answer to her search, eternally.
MADAME MATISSE 1
green with envy
a master's wife-
portrait-not still life
MARGUERITE 2
oh marguerite
oh so sweet
in pretty dress,so neat
HAIR 3
la chevelure-
locks in shocks
matisse,ma cher
LORETTE 4
lorette,ma petite
so sad,so sweet
THE SISTER 5
one of three,enfamille
her gaze,engages,we
AN ODALISQUE 6
curve and shape,for sure
sans evrything,mais
concubine et paramour
STUDENT GIRL 7
greta moll-
still life,doll
ITALIAN GIRL 8
laurette,ma petite
model italiano,svelte
UPSTAIRS MAID 9
ever-present
never hurried or delayed
within dining-table laid
CHAPEAU GIRL 10
chapeau fleuri
feminine
charmante,mais oui
DAY-DREAMER 11
lost in thought
day-dreams hold sway
thoughts drift miles away
ANTOINETTE 12
portrait of still life
so calm,...and yet..
See my cartoons @matissemaidens.blogspot.com
Words are not enough
Language of April showers
Say it with flowers.
Gracious camellia
Daintily posing, but in vain
Begonia lost in thought.
Desirable
Hopes teeming with ambition
Of a stargazer.
From friendship to love
Exchanging yellow petals
With the deepest red.
Delicate beauty
Of hibiscus in full bloom
Inspires iris.
A blushing lilac
Unaware of dawning day
Dreaming of first love.
Bittersweet flower
Ever loyal to the end
Won’t betray a friend.
Parting time is near
Save the memories within
And forget-me-not.
Yellow hyacinth
With a heart that knows no peace
Nest of jealousy.
Morning breeze scatters
The rich fragrance of jasmine’s
Deep sensuality.
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* Hanakotoba is the language of flowers.
** each flower is bestowed with symbolism & meaning.
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Author: Paul Callus
Contest: Any Poem#21
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placing: 8th
A muddy toad 'ribbits,'
before leaping away -
to which I ponder,
if fairy tales were true,
who's 'Prince Charming.' would you be?
I smile,
in the quiet pond's reflection.
I can see fading green leaves falling,
as petals wilt from red to rust.
Soft gold sunbeams caress ripples,
like little Autumnal whispers from
nature's story of seasonal growth.
Bare branches reach for the sky,
full of empty nests and bird feeders.
Lost in thought...
I wonder who knows their secrets
and where does the queen bee hibernate...
Colours of time nonchalantly drift by,
as daylight fades into clementine hues.
I bid kaleidoscopic Koi goodbye,
who pop to the surface with their
'gaping' motions, hoping for food.
Chill winds weave into indigo air,
floating through misty meadows -
crow caws can be heard from a distance.
Sky slowly forms sparkling spotlights
in a clear black backdrop,
where the whole of the moon is visible.
The toad returns,
now clean and shimmering,
but still no crown upon his slimy head.
We both sit and gaze in silence,
as stars shape into different forms.
I connect them like dots,
so many patterns appear -
a dove, an angel, a face.
"Hey prince of toads can you see the unicorn?"
I ask, before a flash of light bursts like a firework,
but all I get in return is a "ribbit."
Maybe he agreed, maybe he laughed,
maybe it was a profound message -
but we shared an air of magic that night.
Reluctantly I sat abusing
Some old and sad familiar musing
That for some reason kept refusing
To lie quietly
A thought that in a moment read
Was understood and put to bed
Now prancing once more round my head
O daring memory
Why must thee wallow on the tongue
Barren tree with fruit unsprung
Tormenting, tempting songs unsung
In endless reverie
So oft times I've thought before
Unquiet spirit I implore
Why dost thou rattle through these doors
Of vain assurety
Must I bear this burden hence
Without knowing why or whence
These troubled thoughts but for a pence
In silent suffering
They carved their names upon the tree
So that forever they would be
Under the sky near the waterfalls flow
By the pond where the water lilies grow
But dark skies came to surround
She lifts her eyes heaven bound
Trying to find a way towards his guiding light
The flame that burned ever so bright
For him she cried, far into the night
dreams lost among those hills that night
In sadness the tears invade the soul
Damp eyes that continue to flow
A place where the sun refuses to shine
Lost in thought between space and time
Now on her own again by the waters edge
She remembers the words-- the pledge
I am yours and you are mine
Until the very end of time.
23/09/16
Lost in thought about nothing much
Memories that still touch
Songs play that I really don't hear
Somewhere falls a tear
From words spoken
The tear is just a token
Of promises broken
A rose murdered for its beauty
Plucked just to die
I sigh
Beauty wasted
Love tasted
Withered away
It didn't stay
Life makes
Life takes
Nothing will ever last
Days turn into the past
So fast
Lost in thought
Beauty I sought
Breath of air
Time didn't care
The beauty of age
The last Life stage
Slowly starts to fade from sight
So cold is the night
Holding on so tight
The beauty of the light
Fades away
As does the day
No more Time
End of life's rhyme
Do not know who I will be yet
The stone is never set
Of so much I dream
As out of reach as it sometimes does seem
I am who I want
Reaching for visions that sometimes haunt
Never quite the person I see
In the life that is meant for me
Outside myself looking in
Wondering where I have been
Love is the ultimate sin
Walking further away
Each day
Running from, or maybe towards tomorrow
All the sorrow
Life, I only borrow
Sights I see
I only wish to be free
Spread my wings and fly
...... So high..,.........
Seeking only to survive
Long as I am alive
One day at a time
Writings that have never made me a dime
Life is the rhyme
How far I must go
I shall never know
Come so far
Searching for my star
Behind me lies yesterday
Reminding me to go another way
Inside myself, I find
Peace of mind
From the life I have left behind
Grass is never greener on the other side
Tears are hard to hide
Love so far... out of my reach
Listening to people preach
Sitting here lost in thought
Was this fight well fought
What lessons were taught
Did I pass my dreams on by
In a teardrop that I once did cry
How far must I go
Before I know
I am here
Standing before you far beyond my own fear
So many a year
Has come and went
Was life well spent
Life passes on by
Who is there to cry
When you stand alone in life
Strife