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Hospice Whispers

(A lone elderly man holds his wife's hand, for maybe the last time, and whispers. As she sleeps)

Although your beauty may fade with age

My only love
Don't you dare leave me alone 

Although the shadows like midday angels may slowly appear 

Creeping in
Sent from above 

To take you home

Although your smiles may diminish in numbers 

As our old world slumbers

Although your inner sun
May have ebbed and lost its shine 

With the passing of time

Although I may not say it often enough
Although my mind may be elsewhere 

I do so love you 

So try to lift up your tired heart, my love, and relight your fires

Try to erase the numbness to regain the sharpness 

Ignore the changes with the turn of each of life's many pages 

Although you may think you've lost your inner shine
 
Carry this wondrous prose, just deep within that beautiful mind

A simple thought I just send

From me to you 
My love

For this is not the end
Only our new beginnings 
To start winning 

Hold my hand 
Tighter
Show me you're still mine

Surreptitiously, beyond all the grayest of skies 

For I am yours forever, beyond what people might say and conspire

And here I still stand, with eyes glazed lit 

Like the first day I met you
Still under your mesmerising power 

Lips pursed, looking for my own loving nurse 
To ignite my fires

For I breathe in your shadows 

Walk in your footsteps, just craving to stop your tears 
As surely as the Lord wept

May you always be mine, my divine gift 

Whose Love bestows my life with so much happiness and bliss

For if you leave me now 
Wilting alone, if you go home
I'll cry 

And inside 
You'll leave me alone to slowly wither and die

So fight my love
Fight to live

For together,
We still have so much more to share and give

(Man bows and kisses his wife's soft hands as her tired eyes slowly open)

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Form: Rhyme


Abandoned Boarded

I'm taking a leap with my both feet

Without no shoe's to spare my soul's

And if I land on unkempt ground

I am bound to find I am barely able
to walk let alone manage baby steps
or stand erect

But this i knew before I and yet still
I did

Due to the fact way deep down obviously
i was terminally unfulfilled 

In what and who I had become

Until one day I eventually realized I hadn't
woken up and seen the sun blinding in
quite a long while

So dank and bleak I thought the sun
had just lost it's shine and because of my
current disposition

I had simply failed to pay attention let
alone care to notice

The streets where totally abandoned there
was no signs of life all buildings and home's
we're boarded up 

Apart from the shoe store stacked to
the rafters with all kinds of different 
Boot's 

In a multitude of sizes and range of
plush leather from the crocodile of
the Nile cobra snake to the buffalo
rodeo cow

Problem is though I landed on my feet
the street below me hadn't been swept 
in a long while 

And it was full of discarded shattered
shard's of broken bottle glass

Which are now firmly imbedded into
the soul's of my feet 

So walking now is out of the question and
if I try to crawl 

I will only end up with glass not only in 
my hands but also in my feet as well

So here I still having pondered this
conundrum for quite a while

No further along nor closer to where
I need to be although in my mind's eye
I can the light through see

And do I now regret and wish I had
not leapt well maybe yes

But come to think of it it's in actual
fact both pointless and irrelevant

Because cold hard reality is it isn't
going to help or about to change

What's done is done like it or not
the sun isn't and never will be dark

What it means in actuality effect is this

The fire and light in your eyes has gone
out

Whether or not you can relight it or get
it back is solely up to you 

And whether or not or how much fight
you have left possessed in you or you
want it to

Written Into Your Soul

Like words written into a heart so whole
I want to be written into your soul
Like loving memories washing like a tide 
I want to be engraved in your mind

I want to wrap my hands around your heart
To take away the pain wouldn't be so hard
You are my beginning and my end 
Your troubled soul i want to mend

Your tears i catch with my two cupped hands
and your fears i blow away like grains of sand
I will be there after every storm 
Your personal rainbow when you have been torn

Let me into your depths allow me to relight your flame
Let my fingers stroke your heart and dust away the pain
Let me be the one to cradle your dreams 
and sow you back together seam for seam 

You are written into my soul
Engraved in me like words on a stone scroll
I am yours for forever and a day
Take my hand and well forever together stay
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Holiday

Run for the hills, just pack up and go, 
Today, right now, right here, 
Turn off the net, hop in the car, 
And slowly just disappear,

From the world of plain, go to the beach, 
To the waves where each is anew,
Let every small wave roll over your feet, 
Every wave that comes from the blue,

Bringing a healthy revive, energise and restore, 
To relight your emotional flame,
Just let the waves keep breaking over your skin, 
Removing the tired old same.

Then, after a night, return to your home, 
Without the hurt, pain and ache,
Return back to your world of living with fire, 
With a colourful vibrant awake.
Form: Quatrain

Lighting a Fire

Lighting A Fire 

Bic
Light it, the fire 
It's burning desire
Desire to be lit,an endless flicker
Like a time clock quite the ticker
I'm yearning, it's burning
The whole flame 
You can out it out 
It will change 
Have you ever lit a grill
With the coals 
Did you ever know that you had control
You can put vinegar and water
On it and it will calm down
That's what happens 
When you light the fire 
What if it were to rain
Would the flame still be lit 
What if you wanted something so bad
You would do anything to have it
Light it, even when it's dim
Light it, when the tunnel is cold 
Light it,Because it's in you 
Light it for all you've been through
Light it until the flame is out
Then relight it that's what it's all about

Written by: Concetta Hardnett
12/26/2019
Form: ABC


Premium Member My Yellows and Oranges Dazzle

What sorcery is afoot in the woods on this October night?
I stir a few embers, and relight myself
The humans asleep or dead, I don’t care which
I am alive, a fire phoenix, replenishing my absoluteness

An owl hoots a warning, trying to wake them up
I begin to dance, as warmth spreads throughout my timbers
Sure, you thought I was dead, but surprise. 
I am replenishing myself, understanding no one else will

Sparks! A joy overtakes me as hope and optimism arrive
A flash of yellow, on her way to becoming full out red.
A flame. I scream with happy pops and smacks.
Bam! I am once again a full blown blaze.

Why do these campers never put me out completely?
Do I care? I am leaping, lunging, laughing, loving myself.
My yellows and oranges are dazzling the entire forest.
My flame shadows light up the tents of the sleeping.

I am mystical, magical, ethereal, an alchemist, a sorcerer.
How will they react when they realize I have again 
Forsaken them, and burned up another forest thanks to them?
I am impassioned, alive, a full blown pyromaniac of a fire!

Premium Member Ripple Blaze

Written: February 26, 2024
                 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Whilst an ivory sky, my mast ignite.
As tidal waves flicker in sparks that gleam.
Igneous scarlet pyres still blazing night.

The amber sparks hover in swooping sight.
Amid thunder, boisterous shivers scream.
Whilst an ivory sky, my mast ignite.

The limestone chunks resemble carved calcite.
With furnace flames in phosphorous agleam.
Igneous scarlet pyres still blazing night.

As I gaze upward, pitch and haze relight.
Steadfast, I plunge where evil spirits teem
Whilst an ivory sky, my mast ignite.

Rancid stench of the city stinks of blight.
Above lagoons, as muddy smog or steam.
Igneous scarlet pyres still blazing night.

A phoenix amidst the fire, set alight.
overhauled from ashen sidle, wings' dream
Whilst an ivory sky, my mast ignite.
Igneous scarlet pyres still blazing night.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.

You've Been Framed

I can't afford to quit, 
And sure have had enough of it, 
So I sit writing these words.
I feel we are turds in a bowl, 
Being flushed down a hole, 
All because money took control. 
Now I roll along tuning my song, 
Turning what's gone wrong, 
Into something that feels right, 
As I shed my light in the world.
Moving toward my graduation, 
My infatuation is in the end, 
Where I can bend time, 
Start again, 
Over and over until I win.
The only sin is not believing in you, 
The only true thing here, 
It's not clear because of fear, 
Whispering in you ear, 
Telling you where to steer.
It's time to veer off track, 
Take your power back, 
Lack is just a mentality, 
Meant to keep the totality, 
Totally unaware of their relation,
To a creation so complex, 
We keep cashing their checks.
Buying into personal projects, 
As we project what they want to see, 
Destroying our right to be free,
Take it from me, 
There's more then what you see.
Take a moment to be, 
Breathe in eternity, 
Release the need to fight greed, 
Your attention tightens the lead.
A seed planted deep in your core, 
Is driving you to acquire more, 
While leaving litter on the floor, 
Of the world you came to explore.
I can't take it no more, 
You're in store for a surprise, 
Now I see with clear eyes, 
My disguise has lifted.
We are the gifted, 
Now shifting into gear, 
Clearing away the clutter, 
Muttering words of courage.
Your age doesn't matter, 
Battered and bruised, 
We are all confused, 
By the way we are being abused.
Used to the way things are, 
We forgot how far we can go, 
Now chasing our shadow, 
We look for the glow,
The final blow. 
The show must end, 
So humanity can mend, 
Seeing each other as friends,
I'm sending messages from home.
Roaming the internet, 
Is a small freedom I get, 
To spread out the alphabet, 
Wetting the collective whistle, 
With a thistle in the skin.
Now let all that sink in, 
I'm thinking about change, 
A strange way to relight your flame,
Try to rearrange the game, 
Knowing it's the reason I came.
Life will never look the same, 
When you take away the frame.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Etta

Take me deep into the night
Give your soul felt feelings sight
Comfort me, make my heart light
As I embrace your vocal plight

Sitting alone in my bedroom chair
Forgetting all of my worldly cares
Close my eyes, you're standing there
Disrobing my conscience, completely bare

In your voice I feel your pain
Food for thought left not in vain
Telling my story in each refrain
There are no rules to this sad game

Carry me to our special place
Strum your words across my face
Dry my tears, leave not a trace
Revive those dreams I've laid to waste

You're the one I always choose
I can relate, I've worn those shoes
When daily life starts to confuse
You heal me while you sing the blues

Strike your match, relight my flame
Enrich my life, relieve the strain
You left too soon, It's such a shame
Rest in peace, Sweet Etta James


   an originaal poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Form: Rhyme

Island Moon

I’ve loved your face, night and days of changing milk rays
Sighs in blue and black, of times gone back; now so slack
Love surely does wane, then mind’s sane…what’s to regain? 
And the road, in dirt’s goad climbs winding pigsty mode
New moon midnight, holds tight a dark that can’t relight
Damned are the seeds, as they’ve turned to weeds: What inbreeds!

Mother who never did bother to write further
Only too late, her full fate, was father’s sad state
Oh lies have made me cry, but truth, is fair skies
No more half turns, I have learned, those tides I will spurn. 

(7/25/2020  For Funom's keen observation contest; '62 Tradewinds 33; DMS)
Form: Acrostic

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