Long Milestone Poems
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My life has brought me to such horrible end - I might say,
Or I might blame the subtlest of my soapy sinful way;
Divine graces blossomed around me like pure prim-roses,
I chose thorns; who to blame? I should be blamed if life closes...
Secrets of health and wealth I had learned charmingly well,
Words written betwixt rays of hand and head I could well spell;
Why had I, abandoned my life to hell, I do not know.
Caught up betwixt dilemmas, I do not know where to go...
Drinking was not much; the impression given was much more;
Each moment pricked my heart and mind like an ugly eyesore;
Like a lunatic or a cattle-thief they had cornered,
Once, I too was a person, do they know? Highly honored...!
Flowers once faded lose their glorious glamour they say,
Yet, do flowers, in whole of their lif-time, have their own way?
Environs decide; they grow; there is less of a complaint,
They end and fall and kiss the dust do them ever constraint...?
Should I , while traveling, each milestone seriously count?
Hills and vales and hillocks and mountains should I not surmount?
Limiting all realms; befitting all sources; I should march;
Strength, serenity and solemnity must be my arch...!
04 July 2022
Written: February 08, 2024
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Scarlet lips susurrous softly,
amid quiescence of dusk
bequeath beamily beguin beats
within our sumptuous souls.
As grace echoes in crimson,
tears trickle toward titillating face
vital words are shared in embrace,
eliciting a warm scintilla that crams,
my heart to the brim,
our euphoria shall shut out the world
Such are your lovely virtues,
scarlet swing, swirl, and splendor,
mellifluous plea of my heartbeat.
Perhaps this flesh is gossamer,
wrapped around wintry bones,
until I hear the timbre of your voice.
We should meet at dusk,
as the sunshine is waning.
Daffodils light up my mane,
peppery sanguine sepals.
lusting lyrics lost like lines
Join me at dusk,
softly swinging
across stardust lips
of weary soul, singing in embers
drawn down dunes deter
We should meet at dusk,
as our skin melts into night linen,
and we sit beneath the moonlight,
not requiring any words,
floating on seahorses,
amid sapphire blue waves,
and waltzing to sea-angel moans.
We should meet at dusk,
to show me your soft hands,
wrap me in rose petals,
slow-burning summer opening.
We should meet at dusk,
with quartz amethysts
cravings for whispers of the future,
while never departing.
I shall wrap my ribs around yours,
sustained and pianissimo.
kindly apply your fingertips,
and tiptoe down my spine.
We should meet at dusk,
and, well, simply kiss me,
throw me a steamy embrace,
will fade into wildflower shades.
we whisper as silence draws,
shy, pink, fizzy, sizzling apple spirits.
I retain a nightly tally,
hours on given days
amidst the quiet murk of waiting
you embody my soul.
I almost lost faith
soaking in a velvety eclipse,
years flew by lacking your love,
which goes hollow until you smile.
I attempted to forget,
the curves of your body,
and sweat-formed salt puddles,
dewing on the warm golden dome,
those were milestone spots
of mutual delight.
Kisses resemble seaports.
such a visceral map to feel
that plagues my dreams.
Years of seclusion occurred,
erosion-prone, and sallow
a memory-bound state,
that yearns solely for,
your trustworthy love.
When our children are born we await all their milestones keeping an eye on their developmental clock
We don’t want to miss the first time they crawl, the first time they walk or they talk.
As they grow we’re amazed at how quickly they arrive at each new milestone
from riding a bike, heading off to school to driving a car of their own.
And we are thankful to witness each milestone…to be a part of that magical day
and glad as parents we have been blessed to be there every step of the way.
And sometimes our children have children…and as grandparents we still find a way
to experience some of their milestones…even if we’re not there every day.
Our youngest granddaughter was baptized in the ocean today… it was a wonderful sight to behold
and we felt blessed as grandparents to be there…watching another milestone unfold.
And it got us thinking about milestones…and it filled our hearts with pride
knowing when it comes to our family…we’ve been there…enjoying the ride.
We have reached many milestones in our own lives…and now watching our grandchildren grow…
it’s time for us to sit back…relax…and happily bask in their glow…
So as we watched today’s baptism conclude…in the sea neath a cerulean sky
We hope when the next milestone is reached…you’ll see the two of us standing close by.
If 13 falls on Friday
it's unlucky as seen by some
others resilience new beginnings
and good fortune soon to come
1 rolled twice on 2 dice
pips are spotted as snake eyes
yet viewed as somewhat square
4 points to compass seasons winds and size
7 powerful in its prime
holds significance profound
religious cultural and psychological
as indoctrinated beliefs abound
master 11 the smallest numeral
with 3 syllables known
and smile when you dial
999 the UK emergency phone
for crying out loud 3's a crowd
and I have it on good authority
21 is a positive milestone
for mostly the majority
0 was merely a placeholder
to Babylonians and the Maya
not uncovered 'til ca. 628 CE
it enabled the world to count much higher
10 is considered base perfection
but the number some like least
if you choose to believe it
is 666 — sign of the Beast
In the recognition ceremony during the Special School’s commencement exercises, I was ecstatic while witnessing my child jubilantly flashing his double thumbs’ up trademark gesture. He was screaming with glee when he acknowledged his name announced as “Academic Excellence Awardee.”
Oh, so triumphant was I in propelling his wheelchair, as he painstakingly, yet zealously maneuvered my hand toward the stage. Yes, I was filled with gratitude to God on our way to receive his medal. Such milestone was, and is a miracle, since fourteen years ago, I was confronted by his pediatrician with this torturous prognosis: “He will progress toward retrogression.” He was ten months old then, and I must admit fretting while pleading to the Lord amidst faith*, uttering, “How many more days will I bear this burden?”
Now, I surely cannot wait to behold him joyously walk on streets of gold throughout eternity.
*1Peter 1:5 21 Who by him do believe in God, that raised him up from the dead, and gave him glory; that your faith and hope might be in God.
July 31, 2023
Honorable Mention, "RELATIVITY - TIME - a vignette" Prose Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 8/6/2023
Strength has rusted deep into my spine, a beautiful, corroded iron,
Twisting through each vertebra like a vine of steel, a bittersweet trap,
They call it resilience, but I call it a silent tomb, a milestone of my soul,
I sleep in armor that no longer opens, each breath becomes a negotiation
Between the instinct to survive and the desire to surrender, a silent duel of experiences.
Even tears can no longer find their way out, they turn into steam,
And hiss inside the helmet, a strange music of unrelieved pain,
A battlefield of trapped emotions, where every sigh is an echo,
An untold story, a wish for rust to become light again,
But until then, the armor remains a sanctuary of silence and patience.
In the depths of this iron tomb, thoughts dance like flames,
Trying to find a rhythm between the heartbeats and the heavy silence,
A labyrinth of memories and sensations, an uninterrupted flow of lost images,
For even in captivity, my soul seeks to fly, to escape,
To turn rust into wings, to write a new story on the starry sky.
There, in the silence between beats, I learn to embrace the armor as a skin,
A protective layer and yet a burden, a paradox of protection and imprisonment,
But perhaps, one day, I will unlock it, face the wind and the light,
And let the steam rise, the tears flow, and the heart breathe freely,
Until then, I continue to live between iron and dream, between resilience and liberation.
Dear Joyce, you've reached a milestone attained by very few!
I reJoyce at this accomplishment and offer my congrats to you!
Joining the elite Centenarian Fraternity is indeed very rare;
I hope you enjoy many more years of writing is my ardent prayer!
Your poetry flows from your talented quill like honey from a jar!
You've set high standards for others and raised high the poetic bar.
Your encouragement and support for me I shall ever treasure;
Reading your inspirational verse has given me many hours of pleasure.
When your work on earth is o'er, God will reward you with a crown,
Saying, "Welcome Joyce, you served Me and My people with great renown!"
Entry for Carolyn Devonshire's "Happy 100th Birthday" Contest
Ava, our youngest granddaughter, headed off to college yesterday…
And as another milestone is passed….
I wonder how it’s possible the years have flown by so fast.
As I walked up to hug her and say goodbye…and she did the same to me…
my mind immediately flashed backed…to a fond old memory.
It seems like only yesterday…I could see it clearly in my mind’s eye..
a time when Ava was much younger…but then again…so was I.
It was a summer day in North Carolina…(did I mention how time has zoomed?)
when all around our cabin…day lilies were in bloom.
We noticed, (this is the way it happens) how much Ava had grown…
and decided it was time she picked some day lilies of her own.
We drove to a day lily farm…with day lilies as far as the eye could see…
where Ava picked her own day lilies…to be planted in our garden in NC.
It was a simpler more carefree and innocent time…as I look back…marvel and muse…
when the only thing a little girl had to worry about…was which day lilies to choose.
We planted her lilies at our cabin…and like clockwork every year…
when summer comes to the mountains…in the sunlight…her day lilies appear.
As Ava headed off to college…this was the wonderful memory that found it’s way to me…
of the day we picked then planted day lilies…at our cabin in NC.
And no matter where life takes her…I hope she knows
waiting for her at our cabin…there will always be a room
where she can visit us for a while in summer…
and together we can watch her lilies bloom.
TAGBOARD MEDIA
REPORTS FROM dUNDIER cITY mEGA-CENTER
sOLD-OUT CROWD
hOT! HOT! HOT!
YOUR FREINDS WILL BE TALKING ABOUT IT
THIS TIME NEXT YEAR AT THE WATER COOLER!
IT'S NOT HARD TO CONSIDER, WHEN YOU KNOW THE MAN.
"tHEY SAY KNOWING YOU IS LOVING YOU" BUT THIS
IS KINDA FOOLISH. hE DID IT AGAIN
THE SHOWMEN OF SHOWMEN. hE'S THA MAN EVERY WOMAN
IS TALKING ABOUT, AND THE GUY ALL
THE FELLAS WANNA BE LIKE.
hE'S THE wORLD'S hEAVYWEIGHT cHAMPION,
AND HE
MADE NOT LIGHT WORK
BUT HE GOT THE VICTORY, IN AN OUTSTANDING PERFORMANCE AGAINST
BIGCITY bRUSSIE. iN THE MAIN EVENT wORLD cHAMPION DULGRIN vIN hESS
USED HIS VERSION OF " MUBBLE'S MARE" A COBRA CLUTCH TO DEFEAT
BIGCITY BRUSSIE. ENDING THE GRUDGE SERIES SEVEN TO SIX, MEANING BIGCITY BRUSSIE HAS TO FACE THE NUMBER ONE CONTEDER aGGULL dEZ TRIUMP TO RECEIVE ANOTHER TITLE MATCH.
DARYLE'S DEVIL AND mR. sAWYER FACED THE JIGGY JUGGERNAUT AND
MARSH-CREEK MONBSTER IN A TRADITION TWO CORNER TAGTEAM MATCH, IT WAS A 15;00 DUZZIE, ENDING WITH dARYL'S DEVIL, USING HIS WORLD FAMOUS "CASPPIN CLASP" ( BOSTONCRAB)
TO MAKE WORK OF THE MARSH-CREKK MONSTER.
DEL SAY O'SHARE MADE HIS DEBUT AGAINST CAUL HIGHDRUM
THE MATCH SHOWCASED BOTH ATHLETES ABILITY'S, IT ENDED WITH HIGHDRUM SCORING THE VICTORY WITH A VICTORYROLL.
BRITTON "DRILL" SCURLII DEFEATED 2 KONG MILESTONE
WHEN MILESTONES MANAGER INTERFERED CAUSING SCURLI THE MATCH.
HE POKED HIS OPPONET WITH A FLUTE, HE CARRIES TO RINGSIDE.
IN A SUPER HEAVYWEIGHT CONTEST
THE VERY AGILE " SQUEAKY" TRATTORIA AND " BIG SKY" BRYAN FETCHER SAVATEKICKED AND KARATE CHOPPED
THEIR WAY TO VICTORY AGAINST " GIANT PAPPA" AND " THE MYTH OF LOVE" dIGGLE dANK dALLDOTT.
THEY WERE THE ONES EVERYONE WAS TALKING ABOUT.
EVEN DIMPLE DAN THE CAMERA MAN SAID IT WAS THE MATCH OF THE EVENING.
JAPENES SUPERSTAR iSSIY " jUDO" sUFERIO MADE WORK OF dISSA-RARE IN AN OUTSTANDING FEAT OF WRESTLING MANUAVERS. tWENTY FOUR SUBMISSION HOLDS, AND 27 PIN ATTEMPS.
THE CHANGED REFFERRES TWICE TO KEEP UP WITH THE ACTION.
IN THE END A "NAPPY DROPDOWN DDT" ALLOWED ISSIY SUFERIO
TO SCORE THE VICTORY
through lean years
in this thing called life
i’ve tended to my garden
erected walls with what i could
made a shelter called it mine
i filled each corner
in convoluted ways
with memories and fantasies
along the way weeds got the best of me
my garden looks more like a junkyard
a roadmap of regrets discarded
scruffy trails of abandoned rejects
milestone remnants of betrayals
sometimes i meander
thru the backlanes of my mind
both the garden and the junkyard
intermingling in a unique form of art
it’s messy but i claim it as my own
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~IN THE GARDEN OF MY FANTASY~ 2023
Read on air by invitation ~ January 16, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 5, 2019 for contest MY FAVORITE JUNKYARD sponsored by CRAIG CORNISH - RANKED 12TH