Long Passed Poems
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Reborn here now without baggage-
since this, my final day came round;
pure, within my spirit package-
I go with joy, now heaven-bound.
I leave behind my weighty shell;
reborn here now without baggage,
and pray to God, I used it well
so He now grants me safe passage.
He lifts my soul, free from damage,
to take me home where I belong.
Reborn here now without baggage-
His angels greet me with a song.
And at the gate, my loved ones who
before me, passed- with love, manage
our long-awaited rendezvous;
reborn here now without baggage.
October 2, 2021
Premiere Contest: Dawn Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
"Reborn here now without baggage"
must be the first line and refrain
Happy Father’s Day
By Curtis Johnson
Good morning dad and happy father’s day. You have been gone for a very long time now; some 55 years to be exact. When you were still with us, as a child I did not get to know you very well. Perhaps our time together was very limited because there were lots of siblings, and you had lots of responsibility in caring and providing for all of us. Thank you for all your hard work by keeping us fed, clothed, and warm in winter. O dad, I’m so sorry that you did not live a long life. You never got to see me and your other children grow up to finish school and move on to marriage and careers of our own.
Nevertheless dad, I feel that you gave to us a very strong foundation relative to the work ethic and human relations. You lived long enough to teach us the basic lessons of right and wrong, and you stayed with mom until death, showing us the enduring value of family. And by the way, thanks for marrying such a wonderful lady to be our mother. She was only 35 when you passed away. She did a masterful job at such a young age in caring and providing for us. We all finished high school, no teen pregnancies, and none went to jail,
I must say concerning mother, there were times I felt you mistreated her, but she was strong and refused to allow you to go too far. Indeed, she was not a pushover. I suspect that this side of mother sometimes surprised you. That is to say that she both deserved and commanded respect from you. I am certain that you were the better for it, because she never allowed herself to be an enabler of bad behavior.
Finally dad, a few additional words of thanks. Thank you for the large and strong swing set that you had built for us. It was enjoyed by us and all the kids in the neighborhood at a time when we were forbidden the use of the public playground. Thank you for teaching me how to tie my shoes and for showing me the value of keeping them clean. I shall never forget the day on a sunny afternoon that you taught me how to drive your truck. It was the joy of my life. That day, it was just you and me returning from a trip through the countryside, selling fresh green peas from your garden.
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Never be silent
Share every word
Rejoice in the sounds
Of everything heard
Bless every vision
All things you see
For every image is precious
Lasting eternally
Rejoice in life's flavor
Whether sour or sweet
Variety in life
Makes things complete
Touch every surface
Explore carefully
The textures of life
That change constantly
Harness your emotions
While you sometimes release
Thoughts that bind you
To bring inner peace
Let the essence of today
Fill your mind's memory
With things that have passed
And some that will be
Moments are precious
While time marches on
No matter the destination
Or road you are on
Enjoy every moment
In each breath you take
With the love you have shared
And the life you shall make
Poured a wee dram for my friend Farmer Fred.
He just kept on shaking his head.
What’s with the head I inquired of Fred?
Sit down laddie for ya might just swoon,
When I tell ya what happened to me this very afternoon.
Whilst selling my wares down at the fair,
A lovely young lass with a head of red hair,
Wandered up and gives the wares a stare.
I greeted her in my customary way.
Good afternoon lassie you look lovely today,
Might I help you in some particular way?
Now she looks up and gives me a scowl.
I judged her humor t’was a bit fowl.
I thought I might brighten her day
With a grand compliment paid.
Lassie your hair is both beautiful and grand.
Then her scowl scrammed, and she began to howl.
Called me all manner of beast and pariah.
Her face turned red as if it were on fire.
Minutes passed before her tirade did expire.
Made me regret the cordial things I had said.
I sincerely hope that lassie is never wed.
Ill tempered heifers should never be bred!
Everyone has heard, a feared word by all. Six little letters, can change one's life in an instant. It comes in many forms, from mild to death. Much pain-sadness-heart ache does it bring, no happiness here for all concerned. From skin on the outside, to breast-lung and more on the inside. This six little lettered word, will it have it's way. In all the decades that have passed,
this little monster is still on the loose. You ask what monster could cause all of this, six little letters "Cancer."
Date Written: 6/1/2021
1 Place
Cancer Ivy Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
A pretty little dolly lay inside a toy box.
Bright blue eyes this sweet doll had and long golden locks.
She was the favored doll of a child named Mary Sue,
the only human being to whom the doll was true.
A week had passed slowly - then two, then three, then four.
The doll lay sadly lonely as time passed more and more.
Oh where oh where is Mary Sue? Then into the doll’s mind
there came this thought: I must be lost and just too hard to find.
The sad and sweet small dolly didn’t have a clue
that Mary Sue liked boys now and that Mary knew
exactly where her little dolly lay,
for she was a big girl now. With dolls she did not play.
Mary later married and had a girl that seemed
the image of her mother. Mary never dreamed
her little doll lay missing her when she let her child comb
through the old toy box when they visited back home.
The little doll was startled by a familiar sound
and the look of Mary Sue’s face. Oh, joy, she had been found.
The doll believed the girl was Mary, not just Mary’s kin.
She also never ever guessed that lost she’d never been!
One Christmas, hubbie lost his job,
and we were feeling sad
when at the pound, we found a cat
that helped me to feel glad.
We never knew what age she was.
All we knew was that
she’d lived with dogs and had green eyes
and was a little fat!
Although her name was Razzmatazz,
instead I’d call to her:
“Come, kitty, oh so beautiful
with shiny soft black fur.”
I loved to look into her eyes,
and back at me she’d gaze.
She’d hang around us. On our bed
with us she liked to laze.
When someone came to visit us,
beside us all she’d be.
Black cats like her are not bad luck.
So sociable was she!
Five years soon passed, and Razzmatazz
was acting rather strange.
First diabetes; then her stroke
affected quite a change.
To ease her pain, we had her put
to sleep, for death was near.
Today I see black cats and think
of mine so sweet and dear.
March 28, 2022
For the Black Cat Poetry Contest of Robert James Liguori
As I thought about life today
I pondered on my past
The roads been full of twists and turns
Yet travels by so fast
Did I follow every dream. I sought
Long enough to know
Some exits that I should have taken
I've passed some time ago
Should I follow where my heart leads me
And what I seek to find
Or settle for the here and now
To soon regret in time
Would a second chance reveal the way
It should have turned out first
Did I miss the signs that I passed by
Their reflection now a curse
Faster with each passing day
Lifes clock goes round and round
As age goes up each passing hour
My miles keep counting down
Do I hit the brakes to slow me down
Get off and look around
I thank the Lord for my journey here
Through sometimes puddled ground
Can I stop to smell the coffee
Before it spills on my lifes lap
And realize all roads lead to love
Ourselves the only trap
So when in time I'm out of gas
My journey near its end
Let the mirror show, what I still know
I'd do it all again
There will come a day, when a Maiden graces the Glens
Alba is where she'll stand amidst the land of Highland men
For her hand will be chosen to be at this clansman's side
And render her heart to he, forever she'll reside
To a place called Inverness, which will claim her heart
Leaving her hurt behind allowing her life to start
For in this tranquil city surrounded by hues of green
Many times we'll capture these views, oh! to be seen
Along the River Ness in whatever season one walks
It's beauty always abounds allowing us to talk
There's no better place to stop to share a loving kiss
In the background her waters flow, soothing, so bliss
Many years have passed, we still walk the riverside
To my Maiden who graces my heart, and leaves me full of pride
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/lorena-2.php
JUST A DREAM
When I was young and still had dreams,
I dreamt of fame and fortune.
With all the recklessness of youth
I had no doubts.
I knew
I knew I’d be a household name one day.
Perhaps a second Beckham
Or like Botham in his awesome prime.
Or, failing that, an actor
A mega-star of screen and stage
With Oscars on my mantelpiece.
No, hang on,
Yes, a politician
Ending up in number ten
But now I’ve reached maturity,
All that has passed me by.
No public recognition,
Just a childhood dream.
My ‘phone’s not been tapped illegally
My e-mails remain un-hacked.
Nobody follows my wife around
In case she meets a lover.
And, outside my door,
The paparazzi are conspicuous
By their absence.
I wait in vain to be approached
By the Leverson Enquiry.
So now I have to face the facts.
My childhood dreams are gone.
And when I die, I’ll literally
Go down in history.
5th June 2023
Dreaming poetry contest
Sponsor - Regina McIntosh