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Premium Member Holding Back His Tears

Holding back his tears
In front of him, a soldier kneels
As the mourners look on saddened
Inside the little boy feels

To grow up without his father
As he grows up without his friend
To play ball with him in the park
When he needs him, so much to depend

To be there through out his school life
To make him oh so proud
But not to be there when he graduates
Clapping and shouting out loud

To be there when he gets married
Be a grandfather to his kids
At his fathers funeral he attends
His life in battle rid

In front the soldier kneels
Holding the Stars and Stripes
Presenting it to the little boy
Holding back his tears, from his eyes




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Form: Rhyme


You Know Una

She is the only one for me
What a difficult place to be?
Sandwiched between two boys
No place for dolls, among the toys

She took many hits on the road
A jump from a bus, I failed to board
A thrashing for a wardrobe fire, I lit
Stood up for me when I could only sit

In quick time, her dreams became valid
From school life to Ivy league rapid
Watched as I sprinted, stumbled, fell flat
The maze nearly ate up another rat

Loyal and pragmatic to a fault
Whenever life’s hilIs, I couldn’t pole vault
On a road from the circus, watched me nearly die
In her brush with death, I could not fly

Another milestone for her, no more
We celebrate being siblings, a whole three score
Thankful for a sister so strong and wise
Always ready to help her brother rise

Happy Birthday Una and many more
This time in rhyme, I will be at the fore
I am proud of you and wish you well
So much love, about which to tell
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Those Anxious Thoughts

Ever since birth anxious lived in me
anxious was the cause of my stammer
or did my stammer make me anxious
certainly, nothing made me calmer

The thought of school life, oh dear!
every day there certainly I did hate
tension-filled my air that I felt
I asked myself is this my fate?

Then into the world of work
speaking to many of every kind
every time my tongue so anxious
anxious for my life I signed

Now retired really first class
don't need to speak only if asked
control all anxious thoughts
now covid says wear your mask!

(This is my thoughts on my life of anxiety)

(Quote:
"Today I escaped anxiety. Or no, I discarded it, because it was within me, in my own perceptions - not outside" - Marcus Aurelius)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member feels

Let’s talk about feelings - feelz.
Does anything else really matter?
Ok, sure - health - yeah, right up there.

Covid was my generation’s depression (literally).
Maybe not for everyone, there were places that ignored covid, I think.

We didn’t ignore it, not any of it, not at my parent’s house.
Do I sound bitter? I got fifteen long months of ‘social isolation.’
In most states, you can shoot someone and not get fifteen-months.

At one point, we sprayed Lysol on everything that came into the house. Except the cats.
Anyway, that lock-down mess was reason #1 why I skipped senior year of high school for college.

If you look-up ‘desperate’ in the right dictionary, they used my high-school junior-year photo to illustrate it.

University felt so far, so different from my covid, remote video, no-touch high school life that it was, in the most basic sense, like going to a foreign country.

It felt dreamy, in a jet-lagy, out of sync, science fiction, not part of real-life way. I landed in this wonderland where I didn’t know anyone, or where anything was and there was a different sense of fashion, of music, of freedom and I didn’t quite speak the language (not snack bar, buttery).
How serious was it? It was as if there was a soundtrack.

I didn’t want to miss any of it, I’d rub my eyes to stay focused.
You know how, when you’re intoxicated, you can be half awake and still excited?

Everything was so stimulating - the sights, the sounds. I had this idea about writing - a fealty to the idea that I could capture the experience and share it with others.

Now, I think that idea was so 2021.

OK, before it’s too late - poetry time!

Now days I feel like I’m in the know
hold on, I’ll I paint the celestial afterglow
uhh, this might take a while..
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Songs for this:
Dreamin' by G. Love & Special Sauce
VIRGO'S GROOVE by Beyoncé

Country Life

Country life is simple, 
Spacious and organic
Simple life is healthy life
Imagine natural beauty 
Where you settle and established 
Your family life and your future
Living the country is living with nature 
Imagine your house in the midst of a valley
Beneath the foothill of a mountain 
Near besides an all year round river
And grassy land for animal greasing
And access country village road 
See, everything is accessible in your sight
The river where you can fish, bathe and laundry 
The meadows, where you can raise livestock 
The forest, where you can have wood and fresh air
The village country road, if you have a Hammer 
Accessible to town for school, life and groceries 
This country life is for good for retirement 
This country life is for nature and humanity.


Premium Member Jesus Christ' Parable -The Prodigal Son

Forgiveness of Sins / God's Love & Mercy
LK 15:11-32

Then he said, "A man had two sons, and the younger son said to his father, 'Father, give me the share of your estate that should come to me.' 

So the father divided the property between them. After a few days, the younger son collected all his belongings and set off to a distant country where he squandered his inheritance on a life of dissipation. 

When he had freely spent everything, a severe famine struck that country, and he found himself in dire need. 

Coming to his senses he thought, 'How many of my father's hired workers have more than enough food to eat, but here am I, dying from hunger. 

I shall get up and go to my father and I shall say to him, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. 

I no longer deserve to be called your son; treat me as you would treat one of your hired workers."' 

So he got up and went back to his father. 

While he was still a long way off, his father caught sight of him, and was filled with compassion. 

He ran to his son, embraced him and kissed him; His son said to him, 
'Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you; I no longer deserve to be called your son. 

But his father ordered his servants, 'Quickly bring the finest robe and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet...

Then let us celebrate with a feast, because this son of mine was dead, and has come to life again; he was lost, and has been found.' Then the celebration began. 

Now the older son had been out in the field and, on his way back, as he neared the house, he heard the sound of music and dancing. He became angry, and when he refused to enter the house, his father came out and pleaded with him. 

He said to him, 'My son, you are here with me always; everything I have is yours; but now we must celebrate and rejoice, because your brother was dead and has come to life again; he was lost and has been found.'" (Taken from LK 15:11-14, 17-25, 28, 31-32)
Form: Sonnet

My Tribute To Them

When i first opened my eyes, 
i was in search of you. 
You made me smell on earth, 
when i was just a fallen dew. 
You are the one, 
who never let me cry. Provided 
me food, 
whether the weather is wet or 
dry. 
With the first scratch of 
crayons, 
i drew my first picture. 
Unknowingly i drew some 
scratches, 
which resembles you, my loving 
mother. 
On the first cycle learning day, 
in the lap of daddy, 
i did su su on her shirt, 
but he looked so happy. 
The first fever of 102, 
had taken their smiles away. 
I have noticed, 
they cried all night, 
until i was okay. 
The first day of my school life, 
was also a great day, 
both mom and dad was with 
me, 
thats why i felt so gay. 
Thus the life's journey went on,
now I'm a lad of twenty. 
When i remember those days 
within, 
i feel I'm not within me. 
You are my love, you are my life, 
you are my angle of heaven. 
You are my dream, you are my 
hope, 
you, a boon to me given...
© Aarya Roy  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Footprints

I look back at my footprints,
Which showed my progression.
A better one indeed,
Learning how a life proceeds.
 
Know that yesterday isn't tomorrow.
The past chapter is closed,
A new one might start soon.
Put on a smile and go.
 
True colours comes out
When a problem arises.
A sudden courage appeared to solve
Those one by one, it brought peace.
 
Heart untangled from the ties
Which were knotted very tightly.
Unraveled one after another,
Till the heart was set free.
 
Now, a happier era has just begun.
Where people I trust are around me,
Jovial and sprightly,
Which makes me persist freely.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Em Bracing the Joy

All those High School years, she stared at smiles
and would envy those, lined up in rows
shoulder to shoulder, enjoying the carefree days.
They with porcelain jewels, of sparkling white
she would have given her life to have such shine,
but was much too shy, to seek their eyes

At fifteen years old...she averted her eyes
while beneath her nose, no winning smile
would grace her face.  So, to avoid disgrace, she declined to shine
or laugh with the kids in the algebra rows.
How often she'd long to star in the play and dazzle her whites
"Be patient," they'd tell her...."You'll be a beauty, one day"

And while she waited impatiently for that far away day
keeping chin down, this ugly duckling, with lowered eyes
It may seem extreme, but a few kids, with straight and white,
called her "Metal Mouth", which dampened her spirit and also her smile.
Barely could she eat the mushy fruits, passing the rows
of cripsy foods, ate mostly mashed and white, pining for a crisp apple to shine

She talked with a lisp, while awkward wires shined
and wore horrid bands.  Then on those "Ortho" days
after school, while in uncomfortable chairs lined up in rows,
he'd greet, "How are you, Missy?" ..with his bespectacled eyes.
"Open wide"....(and with pliers that looked like her Dad's, but could fix a smile)
as, with all of his might, he adjusted and tightened....correcting her whites

Branded with bands across the whites
Correcting the gaps, the lapse, the crooked shine
A few like her with awkward smiles
Would count the hours and count the days
Longed for smiles to please the eye
And be so blessed with perfect rows

Finally one day, while sitting in rows
Snip-snip!, at last, he cried..."Let's free these whites"!!
With excitement, the life came back to her eyes
"I'll grant your wish, with a brand new shine!"
She was the happiest girl on the planet today
and she left his office with a brand new smile!

While sitting in school rows, she beams her white teeth, merrily joining the fun
Her eyes always shine now, she stands tall and proud, singing out loud in the sun
And during each school day, she smiles all the time, finally her life has begun!

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For Debbie's Joy contest (Sestina)
Form: Sestina

Every Single Day

Every day I walk with people.
Maybe not side by side,
Maybe not in the same stride,
But we are walking step by step.
Together.
To reach
To find
Our own stars
In our own time.
We all speak to each other
Every single day.
Either through a glance
Or through not giving one.
Every single day
We all say
“I am finding my place.”

Every day I dwell in a hall.
Where no one even has to sing
Or play a note with a string
To hear a melodious tune.
It’s where many
Become
One voice.
Filled with a sound
I’ll never forget.
I imagine
Every single day
What my life would be like
Without this music.
Every single day
My life is made
A stage, a song, a story.

Every day I see a star.
One with a face, a name, a heart
And although this one is not afar
I am lost in trying to find it.
Spoken words
Mean so much
Until
You aren’t the only one 
That hears them.
I gaze and gaze
Every single day
With hope to know its light
And that it would know mine also.
My every single day
Is made of these things
And I didn't even know.

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