Long Spend Poems
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Author Dana Redricks
January 18, 2023
When I think of you it's like you're a chocolate treat, a little bit sweet, and a little bit sour. You're the perfect combination of pure delight. When I'm sad you always seem to be able to make me feel alright. Long days and long nights we spend hours talking on the telephone, and though you're far away you're always close to my heart. A friendship like ours will never fall apart. Just know that you will always have a special place in my heart. Through the good, and the bad our friendship stands firm, solid as a rock, because our friendship is built on Jesus Christ.
The falling leaves
drift by our window
in autumn days, we now behold
We spend our time
with autumn flowers
and dry crisp leaves
of red and gold
Since we left our spring
the days grow short
and soon we'll hear old winter's song
But we'll miss the golden years of autumn
when winter snow comes along
From spring to fall
we both did follow
our youthful joys of long ago
and now with days
when leaves are falling
we face the time
of winter snow
Autumn days are short
and yet we know
a song of life for us still plays
Though we'll miss the golden years of autumn
our love will warm our winter days
I know a place where people go
To look around for a special pet
They spend a few hours browsing
At big and small cages
In one room are many cages
They are filled with many cats
not happy cats; they're clawing to get out
Waiting to be chosen going to a new home
Behind a black door several dogs are kept
Sad eyes staring out of crartes
Barking and whining, desperate to get out
It makes me want to cry
People walk by, not really looming
Animals bark and mew loudly
Maybe hoping they'll noticed
By someone who will reach out to them
They are waiting and wondering when
That special person will come along
At night they dream of a yard
Where they can play and run
To be with a family that they'll be able to love
So badly they want to be free of their crates
Wanting to be in a loving home
Cherished by a family prepared to share their world
Bliss-filled nostalgia of bright memories
resurrected my joyous youngster days
urged by my special child’s grand masterpiece
showing a lady’s multi-colored-dress
which he persevered on thru his crayons.
Such glad reminiscence brought me flashback
of my art-inspired times with my siblings
when we would make alive various drawings
by delightfully applying colors
with Dad and Mom cheering.
With vibrant mood, I’ll constantly cherish
our mirth as a family together
warmed by love’s radiance, glowing with sweet care
while feasting on God’s blessings* midst dearth blues
thanking Him for grace-light’s faith-fluorescence.
Never in oblivion would I bury
golden stewardship lessons of mentors
“Work well; invest in eternal values;
Waste not resources, nor squander money;
Spend wisely, yet wholeheartedly you share.”
*Ephesians 1:3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ.
September 18, 2018
What Is Happiness
Happiness is
staying away from addictions
that put you into debt
Happiness is
education that opens doors
you haven’t walked through yet.
A movie star earns more than a doctor,
a doctor earns more than a cleaner,
a cleaner more than the unemployed
every step of success built on learning.
Spend less, need less.
Money in the bank
softens the rainy days.
Be nice.
Nice people
make a better world.
Learn to be quiet in class;
smart kids learn,
education builds success.
Even a movie star
learned to act,
every musician
learned to make music.
Be firm
be a parent,
not a puppet
but also learn to play.
Kids learn best
from adults they like.
Happiness lives where the quiet minds grow,
where you walk past the traps
that would swallow you whole.
Where the bottle stays shut
and the debts stay small,
and you stand on your feet,
not waiting to fall.
It lives in the classrooms
where focus begins,
where the loud learn to listen
and the shy learn to win.
For every great actor
learned line after line,
and every musician
kept time after time.
It lives in the choices
to spend a bit less,
to need a bit little,
to clean up the mess.
A cushion of savings
for life’s rainy days
a soft place to land
when the storm has its say.
It lives in the kindness
we offer each day,
in the tone that we set,
in the words that we say.
Nice people build worlds
that are safer to stand,
and children grow strong
when the adults are standing.
It lives in the parents
who guide with a spine,
not puppets who fold
at the very first sign.
Yet laughter still matters
go play in the sun;
kids learn from the grown-ups
who know how to have fun.
Happiness isn’t a mystery’s art
it’s habits and choices
that strengthen the heart.
A life built with wisdom,
with courage and care,
and joy in the simple things
always right there.
Sonnet 90, Spectral Rising (Shakespearean)
As the last dead leaf falls from a tall tree,
spiraling into piles upon the sleigh;
the sun drops into the furious sea;
time for the winter and darkness to play.
In a blasphemous act of regaling
Reach from the cold earth resting in your grave;
To the hate and lies forever-failing.
Recapturing the breath your mother gave.
A soul contains sonnets gifted to all.
serenades of sweet grace, beauty and love.
Your life was born from decadence and sprawl
admit defeat and grasp wings of a dove.
Spend time reading a weathered, gray headstone
Floating from the house of the dead, alone.
2/24/2021
Ghost Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Cherish those you truly love ~ for one day they'll be gone
Heaven calls their name one morning taking them without a warning
Even though you hope you'll spend a lifetime together
Really listen to your heart ~ make every second count
Instead of taking life for granted ~ grab it ~ love it ~ live it
Sadly we don’t hear these words and one day we’ll regret it
Hug and kiss spend time together ~ loving memories cherish forever
Written 5th April 2021
Contest Name Writing Prompt - Cherish
Sponsor Constance La France
2nd Place
Contest ALL YOURS (APRIL 9)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
There are people that come to the Literacy Centre,
They spend an hour of their time
With someone to help them with knowledge , their difficulties,
Of lessons not understood.
There are many subjects math,reading spelling and computers
The teacher gives one-to-one instruction with each student
Before something new is given , she makes sure you understand
Then there are lessons to take home to be done later.
At the Literacy Centre we come to learn and explore new subjects
For anyone with difficulties, somehow we find it easier
It's a place for anyone who wants to improve themselves
No matter who you are, the Literacy Centre is the place for you.
This is where I learnt the use of the computer, and to learn to write some forms of poetry in a town called Wiarton Ontario.
I look down now
And I can just barely see
The thin, pale white lines
From the girl I used to be
The girl who’s not so far gone
Not as dead as you think
But instead of watching skin bleed
She now just puts it in ink
As the clock ticked faster
The calendar pages flipped
More and more time passed
And the scars started to slip
You hear that she’s clean
She has been for years
6 months, one year, two?
If only it were that clear.
If only she could say she’s better
And no urge lingers in her head
It’s a part of her now, she won’t escape it
At least, not until she’s dead.
She’ll spend her whole life chasing
That high that she once knew
And because she can’t do it herself
There’s no danger she won’t pursue.
She’d climb the tallest mountains
With little fear of fall
Because if she took a plunder
She’d be at peace, after all.
To her, it doesn’t count
Grabbing lamps and hot glue
Burning isn't cutting
It’s an accident, too.
She yelps and she complains
Griping about the burn
When really what it feels like
Is a quick, quiet return.
Every now and then
Her skin feels an itch
A jittery, gaping feeling
Longing to be stitched.
She’ll resist it best she can
Deny it till it’s true
But still, she’ll never cease to long
For the feeling she always knew.
Christmas sugar pop landing
Submarines yellow, parachute up
Count each seed before planting
Together bright suns daisies rise
Seeds remember merry joy rides
Going faster depends on where you are
Tidal waves tsunami good-bye
Firecrackers on golden sands
Sparkly bright lights burst a happy blast
Heaven fills with bubbled up liquid
Orange capacity is a concept pretty
Easter is north of the Shirley Temples
Toys fly by ships lollipop
Go south from there on polka dots
It never rains in California... for sure
Good umbrellas cost a pretty penny
Coast to coast by roller coaster
Standards remain in the pink
Spend more time than money
Hang ten on the surf board butter
Water slides by in a blink
On cotton candy carnival
Give us a kiss honey bun mix
One hell of a ride my love
Christmas sugar pop landing
Is the last stop on the line