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This year may rock they say
But I look at it a different way
I wanna make the moments
Treasure them deep
Let them live with me everyday
But by the preview of a day or two
I live the boredom in my eyes
I feel the lonesome
With no disguise
I say 10 is my favorite number
But I don’t think it really works that way
Wishing something could happen that’s worth the risk
Wishing an adventure to come
Twisting away the cowards
I wanna be the person
That withstands the tears
I wanna be the person
That draws the laughs
Faces the fears!
I don’t want to stay here
I’m trying to persuade you
I’m trying to convince you
I’m trying to know, to meet
Many different people
Sure memories are important
But can you let me just be
I write of young Timothy
A very thoughtful young man
A thinker among thinkers
He writes to all that he can
He places wonderful comments
And sees life in his own way
Things are so fascinating
He so enjoys his word play
Then there is my friend Becca
She's sweet and refined
Her comments so generous
They reveal a heart that's kind
What is more spectacular
Is the poems that she has penned
Once I get to reading them
I wish that they didn't end
I have a new friend Freddie
Who may seem a darker sort
But there is much more to him
I am happy to report
He will not sugar coat it
His comments are to the point
When it comes to honesty
He adds color to the joint
Young Anne is a butterfly
As she flutters all about
She touches many people
So I give her this shout out
Her poems like diamonds
Or perhaps even more rare
There may not be so many
They're all written with such care
I can't forget sweet Yanny
She is a lovely sweet girl
Each comment a special gift
Each word precious like a pearl
With her own style of writing
She knows how to mesmerize
She can be inspiration
As words dance before my eyes
I wish I could honor more
But I'm limited to five
The poets here at the soup
That all make me feel alive
I am thankful for comments
For all the good and the bad
If they were to stop coming
That would really make me sad
Poem of dedication contest
'Twas the night before Christmas
I had myself a beer
Brushed off my apron
It was time for cheer
After all it’s Christmas eve
Hear! Hear!
It’s so exciting
A lovely atmosphere
Light fluffy snow
Santa’s sitting here
Sipping on hot coco
He’s grinning ear to ear
Comfy in his rocking chair
And looking so cavalier
Not worried by the time
Same story every year
He waits till the last minute
Until I volunteer
To pack a lunch and
Call his every reindeer
I remind him to make haste
Grab his bag and gear
Under children’s trees
Presents don’t just appear
So much to plan and do
Fly through each hemisphere
Unless he’s thinking
Changing his career
He better quick hit the road
And best be on his merry way
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on November 21, 2019 for contest THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 3RD
I am a widower
O’ and maybe now
I want to get married
I am alone, yet not alone
I’ve got God, Jesus
I am alone, yet not alone
I got Jesus…
You see marriage is honorable
And see when you’re faithful
And you just believe
No one is perfect
And the only perfection we got
Mankind our only goodness, perfection is when we enter Christ
You see I maybe want to remarry
If there’s someone out there
Whose Godly, it’s not about physical/sexual
It’s all about praising together the righteousness
Of our Father
It’s about honorable marriage to a soul mate
Let me relate…
If another comes along
She’s have to be sent from God
For He’s the only one who (with her) shall understand
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yes I am alone yet not alone
For as long as I’m breathing and even after that
I yet still I have God and Christ…
IF some Godly daughter of the most High would have me
I maybe think that I would maybe want to get married
if it happens or not...I yet still I have God and Christ…
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My
Heart
9/21/19
Written words & arranged music by
James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Beloved Apothecary, you are most
lovely to me in ways you cannot guess;
your subtle smile, which haunts me like a ghost,
exalts and elevates me nonetheless.
More beautiful than the rest, you beguile
the best in me, a tame and mild, old soul
your soft demeanor has blessed all this while;
and mended to health and to being whole.
Because of you, I have gained newfound wealth,
a treasure and fortune from meeting you
one fateful night this last spring, on the twelfth
of May, which I remember to this day, too.
Like “Mona Lisa,” so are your delicate ways;
but a glimpse of you oh! so divinely repays.
I Think that I Saw You Today, Or at Least a Version of Who You Once Were.
I am Trying Hard to Hold Onto Memories that Once Captured the Beautiful Experiences Shared, that Now Seem to Slip Away With The Passage of Time.
I Don't Know if I Should Embrace The Present, Enjoy Each Day and Cherish The Time Left, Or Recollect the Past and Remember What May Never Be Again?
Your 60th Birthday was a Milestone That Seemed to Hold Such Promise.
Retirement in Five Years, Travel, and the Beginning of the Golden Years.
Now It Appears to Be the Beginning of When It All Started.
You Were Here to Change My Diapers, Give Bottles, and Provide the Nurturing that Every Child or Infant Needs.
Now I am Here To Play a Similar Role, Though I Wish it Were Not Left to Me Alone, For I am One of Six Adult Children.
Should I Try To Make It Easier On You, By Not Pushing Too Hard, Or On Me By Encouraging You to Remember The Past that Is Now Lost?
Maybe This Process Makes It Easier To Let Go?
I Don't Know, I Only Know It Hurts To Hold On Like This.
I Wonder IF I Let You Go, Will You Even Notice?
I Know that If You Were You, Then You Would Care.
I Just Know that This is a Long and Lonely Road.
Sincerely,
Your Son,
Author Paul Cumberbatch (November 3rd, 2020)
Beneath long lashes, misty clad,
Your limpid eyes are sometimes sad;
They bring to mind a homeless waif
Engulfed in rain with nowhere safe
Most times I find a cheerful light
Within your eyes that sparkles bright,
And though my thoughts I try to hide
My happiness wells up inside
At dawn I see your eyes aglow
Like founts through which your passions flow;
And when I’m low they always loom
Like morning glories through the gloom
Your smile ashine beneath my gaze
Effulgent eyes beam all ablaze:
A look, a touch, a kiss I yearn,
You slowly make my body burn
While at your side and in a heap
I scanned your eyes, half closed, asleep,
And as you slept with pillow clutched,
Your eyelids with my lips I touched
And if you’ve ever wondered why
I try to search within each eye,
Though past is past, your eyes remind
Of bygone times when love was kind
Yet, though your eyes still cast a spell
They seem to bid a fond farewell,
Reflecting but a fading storm
Although I know your thoughts are warm
But now our paths will part, alas,
For good things always come to pass;
Perhaps it lies within God’s ken
That someday we may meet again
Across layers of magenta mountain side
I can see open space to walk and explore
With no restraints, not a single reason to hide
I watch as wildlife run and fly, freely evermore
I hear the sigh of the gentle breeze
As wildflowers sway in its caress
Dulcet birdsongs echo through the trees
With a melody only they possess
The feelings of freedom rise within me
With each fluent note of the bird’s song
I fly with my dreams as far as I can see
Wildflowers touching and clapping along
As Magenta mountains blend in with the sky
I can almost see eternity
As I watch the dance of a butterfly
Nature’s beauty set’s me free
I am free on the wings of butterflies
As light illuminates my life today
I am free in the sapphire skies
Magically I flutter and fly safely away
Heidi Sands and Joseph May
*Acknowledgement to Poet Joseph May: It was a pleasure again, to do this collaboration with you. :)
7/24/17
springtide …
blows a tender kiss
tickling blossoms on a plum branch
to loose their grasp, giggling
whirling and winding in
the sun like drunken, gilded pixies
capricious in their flight
a whimsical drift -
aromatic and elegant …
flawless, like the wishes of a child
floating to purpose, afar -
to alight on a dream
enigmatic, joyous, true …
as blessed in their journey as they
are in the order of their
exquisite design -
as charmed in their prospect
as they are in their
perfect, resplendent sacrifice …
sacred essence of being
lifeblood of existence -
the bright, brisk
glorious morning breath of
nature …
itself.
I may never be wealthy,
I may never have fame,
I may never travel,
Or own my own plane.
I may never see sunsets,
In far away places,
Or meet famous people,
Or learn courtly graces;
But I have seen sunsets,
Unmatched by the others,
And the people I have met,
Are my sisters and brothers.
The wealth that I have,
Is neither silver or golden,
But one thing is sure,
It can never be stolen.
"THE RICH AND THE POOR ARE ALIKE BEFORE THE LORD WHO MADE THEM ALL."
Proverbs 22:2
"I SPEAK NOT FROM WANT FOR I HAVE LEARNED TO BE CONTENT IN WHATSOEVER CIRCUMSTANCES I AM."
Philippians 4:11