Long Lourdes Poems
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Tomorrow that chair will be empty
the laughter we shared would be gone
today I wave as I walk far
pretending I'm still standing tall
Each hug ,every smile in a yesterday
is the memory I'm leaving behind
a goodbye beneath cold rainy showers
sinciere friends with wet misty eyes.
And I miss you already
You've been part of my life for so long
You,great friends,I'm glad to have had you
in my heart,you shall always belong.
Maybe one day I will return
to our days of work, chat and fun
to hot coffee and peacakes
to our moments of shimmering sun.
Maybe one day never comes
but the other day was here
and no matter where we are
Our friendship held so dear.
Dedicated to my x working collegues/friends-Maria and Lourdes
Charma
Surrounded by seven cherubs of cheer,
Just recently passing my 100th year,
I’ve been standing here on this perch,
In Little Falls, MN’s Our Lady of Lourdes church.
Most of the day I’m alone simply pining away,
Surrounded by stained glass scenes of yesterday.
Watching glorious beams of color jump left to right,
As east to west the Sun travels ever so bright.
Mostly alone with a visitor or two,
One of my favorites is when you are in view.
You study my features with such wonder and awe,
I can see deep within, you are on your last straw.
Walking in with face down slowly plodding as one,
Genuflecting with pain in respect of my Son.
Shuffling into the pew, your body sulking and sits.
Looking up at me, into my eyes, your stare hits.
I wish I could reach out and hold you in my arms,
Wrapped in my blue cloak, protecting you from harms,
Rocking your fears away, with a simple motherly sway,
Breathing into you new life, taking away all your strife.
Times like these you need, comfort and touch,
I thank God above for others providing so much.
It is now that I listen for, the eery creak of the door.
For a heavenly sent friend, to cradle you until the end.
Destination
A historical place
But these Gettysburg landings
A place of race
The signals our droids
To the Kestrels they return
For their cargo on board
To them will be, infinitive burn
Over Pennsylvanian lands
These USAF ships fly
To rid these demons
From you and i
Gettysburg in approach
Their radar responds
Three sisters located
For the earth and beyond
Kristy Krull
On McPherson's ridge
Leaving her carnage
Ending life's bridge
Illyanna
The deposed leader
For her past theatre's
No longer evils creator
Apocalypse Ale-era
Their new Queen
Serving in her evil
Earth's hell Halloween
The Kestrels close in
Illyanna is first
As their missile strikes home
In obliteration burst
Pilots cheer
In their intercom
Freedom prevails
United at home
The next attack
Kristy's caught on the ridge
Again we hit
Her body to fridge
But the Queen is our target
As it has to be
To rid her dominance
Free the land of the free
Radar declares
Her might, but distress
For three Kestrels have named
Freedoms Gettysburg address
In pincer movement
Like theatres before
Three missiles strike
Like never before
Their impacts are different
But their outcomes the same
To free our planet
And return to the sane
Miracles will happen
The water from Lourdes
Led to the demise of these three
Our planet to be cured
For many days and months
Around the table they sat
No longer saying
We'll do this, we'll do that
The structure of talks
Began round the world
Everyone listened
None absurd
Their Ritual in the Forest followed by The Three Events >
Angels and Demons - The Finale Act 1.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy4.php
Women in my family
were immigrants, as history records.
Grandmother Rosamond was born in Italy.
Marceline was French and traveled from Lourdes.
My mother, Jaqueline, was wed at seventeen.
A city girl who became a young farmer's wife.
Many valuable traits from her, I did glean
as she taught me how to be prepared for life.
I would be terribly remiss if I forget to rave
about one more very important family female,
my sister, Claudette, who taught me to be brave.
She said, "Get up and try again each time you fail."
June 16, 2022
Women in my family poetry contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
I live in a big city where the mother earth blessed us
with the friendly climate, refreshing greeneries and crops
So you can enjoy the serene beauty and forget stress
Since it's a rainfed area,farming relies on rain drops
The pongal- Festival of year harvest, is to unite
the city people despite their religious caste stages
Brihadeeswara temple,inscribed on UNESCO's site
Airavateswar temple, surviving thousand ages
Have convoluted stone carvings and intricate sculptures
Our lady of Lourdes Basilica,Nagore dargah are
nearer to us and we consider them as our treasures
Generous,obliging and ingenuous people we're
No religious split among us,Christians will go to mosques
Hindus to churches,Muslims to temples,we are unique