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Listen, dear daughter, with heart and soul,
For the wisdom I impart, is a guiding role.
Love begins with loving God, and loving yourself too,
For self-love is the foundation, on which all else is built anew.
Believe me, you're special, a gem so rare,
Don't lose yourself, in the noise, and the glare.
Don't be a doormat, that anyone can tread,
Respect yourself, and your worth, will be forever wed.
When you look in the mirror, don't be ashamed,
Of the person you see, with a heart that's not tamed.
Don't let beauty's lure, lead you down a dark path,
For dignity matters most, in life's every aftermath.
The body is demanding, with needs and desires so strong,
But self-control is key, to a life that's lived all day long.
Be mindful of what you put in, for it's a choice you make,
Don't be a wild fruit, that's plucked, and consumed, without a sake.
Don't be like a public place, where anyone can roam,
And leave you messy, without a thought, or a home.
If you need something, work for it, don't expect it free,
For nothing's given, without effort, and a willingness to be.
Be an example, of a good child, with values so bright,
Be good, and kind, and gentle, with a heart that's full of light.
Don't be vindictive, or divisive, with a spirit so cold,
For forgiveness starts, with forgiving yourself, and letting go.
Nobody can love you, if you don't love yourself first,
So be humble, and cool, with a heart that's not cursed.
Talk less, and listen more, for understanding is key,
To unlocking the secrets, of a life that's lived wild and free.
Be careful of whom you give your heart,
For love can't be bought, and a heart that's sold, will never be a work of art.
A woman who fears God, is a woman of worth,
Clothed in good character, and respect, from the inside out, on this earth.
Don't love money, but rather, like it with moderation,
For the love of wealth, is the root, of all temptation.
Be a woman of substance, with a heart that's pure and kind,
And you'll shine like a star, in the darkness, you'll be a light to find.
The loss of a child, can be quite hard, to bare,
it’s just not the natural order and it will never seem fair.
Our children are everything, we give them our all.
They get every hug and kiss, and we pick them up when they fall.
I remember a little boy who I have not seen, in quite a while.
His laugh was infectious and I can still see his smile.
He is now a grown man, but that is not what I see.
I just see that little boy, laughing and smiling back at me.
He was a part of something special, a family that I love and adore.
They helped mend my broken heart, and never shut their door.
Weekends at the lake and holidays spent in their home,
in my hour of need, they made sure that I was never alone.
No greater love have I seen, in all my days,
than that of this family, with their kind and generous ways.
It’s been twenty-five years since this young boy was born,
I am sorry for your loss, and now with you I will mourn.
Supine, his fathomless eyes fixed
on clusters of grey clouds suspended above him.
He's busy licking festering wounds of regret.
She was special; a gem, a raging flame to him.
The quintessential "one that got away"
His endlessly gnawing demons made her run,
and she never looked back. His punch-drunk heart
now lies in ruins and can't quite decide
how or what to feel. Each passing day, he weaves
a thread of fond remembrance for his lost love.
That gorgeous, ever-present smile
that often rendered him breathless!
Those searching emerald green eyes
that pierced through the core of his soul!
Oh, the long beautiful dark hair that obeys the wind!
Their love story was once magically in bloom...
then the petals fell and were washed away by a flood.
Alas, all is now lost; night birds that used to tweet
as they foxtrotted under the moonlight now fly in silence.
Their flame of love flickered and dimmed in the breeze...
and the hands of time can't be turned back.
Fond memories of togetherness are now tinged
with melancholy that refuses to dissipate. They are but
barnacles he can't seem to scrape off. Gone forever...
a love he couldn't hold on to if he tried. Isn't it sad?
Submitted for...
Strand Choice H,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
03/16/2020
Writing Prompt - Ten Words Poetry Contest (winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by Dear Heart
Date written and submitted: 02/23/2020
Theme: Love
There once lived an Iris in our flower garden.
Every year she dressed in a stately purple.
Her strut across the stage of life was brife,
But her tenture filled us with beauty and delight.
I tell you, Iris was absolutely stunning. She
Was the eye catcher among other beauties.
We left her when we moved 2000 miles away.
It's been 4 years, and she is greatly missed.
We also have a dear friend named Iris residing
In the community where we once lived. She too is a well dressed Iris filled with a caring and hospitable spirit. The memory of the day we first met is as fresh as the morning dew and as clear as crystal.
Iris is very special, a precious gift to our world.
I have been blessed and honored to meet many
Wonderful people. Irish is one of them, and my
Life has been greatly enriched by her.
Iris will celebrate her birthday in a couple of days. I only wish that I could just kiss her cheek and hug her tight
On her 98th birthday. So, here's wishing my dear friend Iris a very happy birthday.
The rest of them mourn grandpa’s death in a sad way.
My dog Shep and I honor him on this cool fall day.
The others walk around crying, moaning he is gone.
Shep and I head for the lake, the one we used to fish on.
Grandpa is here with us, I can feel him in the moon.
We sit side by side, Shep and I, in silent commune.
Grandpa winks from the stars, the lake and the trees.
I shiver a bit as he sends us a reassuring brisk breeze.
Grandpa was special, a character, I adored him so.
I did not want him to leave, but it was time for him to go.
I am so glad you are out of pain, I tell him. God smiles at us.
You were such a great grandpa, I tell him. I love you, Gus!
Should we camp here? I ask Shep, and we curl down and around.
We lie down in our tiny tent, feeling safe on the hard Kansas ground.
Grandpa is here for sure, I can smell his tobacco and I feel his soul.
I know he is safely in heaven; the ultimate goal.
Author Dana Redricks
April 14, 2024
Amidst a sea of faces, you shine bright, a star so unique, a dazzling light. Your talent, a gift like a guiding light, fueling your journey, you take me far.
In a world so vast, you stand apart, what makes you special, a work of art. Unique and one of a kind, it's true, in every way, the world sees you.
Embrace your gifts, let them unfold, like a story waiting to be told. You're special, you're unique, you're rare, a shining star beyond compare, you're compassionate, and you fill with tenderness, love, and care. You fill my soul, you're a faithful friend who is always there.
The world is a lave a pallet of creation
Looking into space, a futile distraction
The earth is in space and all it represents
Looking upward wondering ignoring the obvious
The pattern of nature the key to life
Everything in nature release us from strife
From wondering mind, from wondering soul
Pillar too pillar young and old
Some think of it as architecture, some confusing mess,
Some a spontaneous fragment of scientific jest
To some a duty a jigsaw to caress,
And some just get on and never confess
We each hold the answer to our brain
Coming once sometimes again and again
Sometimes never at all, contained in distraction
The harrowing lore, the abyss of infatuation
The buckled belt restraint on the mind
Have to find out, not sure I will with death and time
But will it empower or dissolve my life
Sitting here continually wondering why
When that could be it, just to live to experience and enjoy it
And we the fools who try to explain never understood the simplicity
Expanding our stupidity with information overload, we didn't need
To study or to vex our thoughts flexing our complexion
With stressful sickness broken and distraught,
Are we just the sickness in god’s body?
A disease spreading in the DNA of the supreme
Thinking we are special, a comforting belief
Or are we trapped in our own creation,
Our creation is no waiting quotation
Or selfish intoxication of boredom
Or perhaps, the conclusion the capstone solution
Buried with its foundation, alas the incantation released
And now fondled into confusion its veil of truth still uncovered
No one is true enough to bind its rudder,
Elevate one’s conscience, conjure up the thunder
Not in modern times where knowledge is sought
By any mind, any person, any element of thought.
I could see your face this morning, with the rising of the sun.
Once again, I'm captivated, but such a beautiful one.
As I look across this land, I see such beauty and such grace.
I can see you every where, the glow of your pretty face.
You are always on my mind, my thoughts are now all yours.
I now know in my heart, you're the one I've been searching for.
No longer do I feel empty, no longer do I feel lost
I'm thankful every single day, that our paths did finally cross.
As I look up to the morning sky, through the fog and all of the mist.
I can't wait to see your eyes, and taste your cherry red lips.
My heart will always stay this way, just thinking about you.
You've given me something special, a life to look forward to.
Happy Jack is back on track
Took a bit of a break, I did
Need one every now and then
Emotional like a kid
Wear my feelings on my sleeve
For the whole wide world to see
Not ashamed, it's who I am
It sets my emotions free
Considered myself a lucky man
To feel this burning desire
Nothing special, a regular dude
But deep down inside, a fire
Glowing brighter than ever before
Alerting me to love up ahead
Sign says, “Proceed With Caution”
Chose to ignore it instead
Steam ahead, to hell with caution
Never find love if you hide
Be brave, plunge headlong into love
Go ahead and give it a try
Happy Jack is back on track
Took a bit of a break herewith
Everyone please just rest assured
The giggles will return forthwith
© Jack Ellison 2013
Fathers, God's Precious Gift
Fathers are like precious stones,
Rare gems and pearls God calls His own.
Chosen to protect, provide, and guide,
Keeping their loved ones close by their side.
Fathers are special, a blessing from above,
Priests of the home who lead with love.
Reflecting God's character, steadfast and true,
Showing His goodness in all that they do.
Fathers are role models, faithful and kind,
Following Jesus with heart, soul, and mind.
Men of integrity, honest and wise,
Walking in truth with their eyes on the prize.
Not given to cheating, deception, or lies,
But living the Christian life before watching eyes.
Their example shines brightly, a beacon and light,
Pointing their families to what is right.
Fathers are cherished, respected, and dear;
Their love and devotion we hold ever near.
We thank God for fathers and earnestly pray
That He keeps them strong, joyful, each day.
O fathers, so precious, a treasure you are;
May God's grace sustain you wherever you are.
With honor and gratitude, this tribute we raise,
For fathers who bless us in countless ways.