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We are happy there, the mausoleum is our family house
In the Garden of the Lives, you are an authentic actor to your
children. They loved their mom. I loved a hand, respected arms
I love this cemetery. A woman walked on the paths. The Hoped Love
Not mine. The Hoped One.
Broken my life, I gave up. But waiting for you, a heart. Dried tears on a heart
Concrete tears. I hid my heart. Living in the cemetery. I can not find it. Love.
I read the fates. There. In the cemetery. Thoughts going around and around. Winds
The emotional impulse suggestions drive my path in my graveyard to our one love
The One Love. This love of dancing in my respected and wished love to our nature
of loves, the lives. The Lives in my heart. Children. Please, my love, the only one,
touch my heart. Our children haven’t died, they are just waiting for their parents in life
In the time
In time
In our life
My love, please understand it, understand it. The time passed. Three souls gone
Loved you
Loved You
A love
The Love
My life is your sign
Recognize it
Marked by love
Lost
by You
Loved
You
a sonnet/acrostic
C Commemorations of a Savior’s birth
H have always been a focus and a blur.
R Recalling cost which does not count for worth,
I I mention gold and frankincense and myrrh.
S Sophisticates who give, have other views
T than Bible talk of God who gave His Son.
M Most presents represent affection’s muse,
A appreciation for what someone’s done.
S Some suave suggestions for a diff’rent gift:
G Give one anonymous surprise – a toy,
I Invite outsiders over, snub your thrift,
F Forget the clock and focus on the joy.
T This Christmas, aim to give yourself away
S Spend time on those who need you every day.
written 16 December 2015
my own tiny Kansas environment owes me an apology
I have wanted a dog run built and it keeps getting promised
yet the powers that be have thrown rain into the equation
for two or three weeks, it is as if we have had a small tsunami
society is moving on without my input, aide or suggestions
I am tethered to my house, watching my puppy who chases cars
Worse, he runs around them as they drive and he follows pretty girls home
Two pretty girls keep bringing him back, and they all three seem to like it
I live in a fantasy world when I am not concentrating my energy on dog
A happy painter, a cartoonist, a poet, I keep busy.
in my art studio is a stack of thirty-two drawn out canvases.
I draw them out while I watch TV. I am adding paint to eleven others.
I am peter pan, but in female. I never want to grow up.
Never want to be part of the approved society, for I do not seek approval.
I seek fun, satisfaction and joy, and I am rarely disappointed.
My days are full of dragons, rainbows, faeries, and mushroom houses.
Key Rings
He tossed me three keys
mouthed the words “You’ll know”,
Drifted slowly away - to out of sight -
lingered to haunt my memory.
I owned no locks so thought
what use have I for keys?
These keys? Unmarked treasure?
unknown vaults, unseen need.
The intensity in his eyes,
his deliberate formation
Of the words “You’ll know”
cornered my skepticism.
Age and experience revealed
the value of the keys
Their vague connections,
subliminal suggestions.
I saw it coming – that bus
begrudgingly boarded
Tossed him three keys
mouthed the words “You’ll know”.
2/14/2016
submitted to – My Parting Gifts – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Viv Wigley
"What are you afraid of losing? When you own nothing in this world".
To cherish a flower yet to perish
To gaze upon the ways of life
As you slowly fade away
Tell me or better yet ask yourself
Why bother?
Conversation,Communication,Comprehension.
To start a topic and give suggestions
Discuss on concepts and break down steps
The assimilation of the other
But then nothing is equal
So why search for it?
Why bother involving
The ache on my lips
The constant itch in my eyes
The heavy swallows at night
A recurring routine
I believed if I said my mind and explained
Once, twice
I could be understood......
However I'm surrounded with translucent figures
With a clear conscience
A lot unsaid, my tired heart can't continue
And so I've a reached a state
On the edges of a Spring dawn
Flying high in the breeze, so soft
Grows the breath of lilac’s hope
Freshly mown grass
With a hint of sweetest rainfall
On the border of the Summer sun
Rising silently from the warmth
Comes a salty sea, a whispering wind
The sultry trace of lavender
And roses that laugh with happiness
On the rim of an Autumn morn
Breaking loose the limbs from pines
Come the sighing caress of a storm
As leaves gently curl and swell
Sending suggestions of dark, dry earth
On the tones of Winter’s silvery snow
Drifting with lights that stroke the moon
With loving expressions of joy
Discovered in the moist adoration
Of prayers reeking of pinecones and holly
The scents of nature, both gentle and bold
Whisper to me through seasonal growth
Which erases all the worries of the past months
Igniting the grace of a compassion with each moment
As it fills the spirit with assurance of God’s love
Favorite Scents Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
March 14, 2021
(Thank God, when I posted my poem a second time , I could enter it in the contest. But I am retaining my old post as I have many comments on it . I thank all my poet friends who helped me with suggestions, especially Mystic Rose Rose. My soupmail is non functional most of the time)
The naked hills are clad in snow
Blurring the houses that line up in a row
The wind that blows is icy chill
Freezing cold is the water of the rill
Trees, stand stripped and bare
But so much gaiety is in the air
Lightings from all houses shine
Sending out a radiance divine
Christmas trees stand finely decorated
Cribs are colourfully illuminated
The day has come when Christ was born
In our midst as the greatest boon
He came not in glory arrayed
But in a poor man’s rags clad
Took birth not in a palace of gold
But in a deserted manger of old
Poor shepherds were the sole witness
They beheld his radiant face in stillness
The whole world is under his magic sway
As love for all is his wondrous way
Jesus came down from Heaven on Earth
To offer the world its true mirth
To dole out the priceless treasure of peace
To see all bitterness and enmity cease
Merry ditties shall echo from every street
And children will sing Christmas carols sweet
From the angelic band will rise the refrain
“Peace on Earth and goodwill to all men”
Nov.20. 2022
~ Placed Eighth~
Most Beautiful Christmas Poem Contest
Sponsor – Mystic Rose Rose
Give me a castle, scepter and crown.
Magical power such as the ability to fly,
Throw in world peace if you have extra time.
Gift me with enthusiasm, joy, and love.
A rhinestone tiara, pink feathered boa,
And a sexy, gorgeous body to die for.
Throw in unity for all nations if you want.
Give me a golden throne room and memories of bliss.
A glamorous silk robe embroidered with peacocks and purples.
Throw in love for fellow man if you have to meet some moral criteria.
Gift me a corpulent intimidating twenty-two foot pet dragon
With a sense of humor, but the ability to roast my enemy for dinner.
If this is not possible, bring me something shiny that you would bring to a crow.
Suggestions: rhinestones, polished glass, aluminum foil, chrome, a door knob.
Sunlight reflects over the crumbling tears,
Dwindling on heaven, in the naked breeze,
Silent Night hummed softly in spellbound ears.
Gentle feelings stir in bitter degrees.
Assuring spirits of their boundless zeal.
Dwindling on heaven, in the naked breeze.
Bits of light sing love who night can’t conceal.
Suggestions of silence breathe on the soul.
Assuring spirits of their boundless zeal.
Snowflakes tremble, aching for the ski pole.
Echoing on frosty dreams, blue grey grief.
Suggestions of silence breathe on the soul.
Gentle flurries dance like the falling leaf.
Oh, December, where are you taking me?
Echoing on frosty dreams, blue grey grief.
Christmas stirs peace in hearts, three or thirty.
Sunlight reflects over the crumbling tears,
Oh, December, where are you taking me?
Silent Night hummed softly in spellbound ears.
This is a children's book I want to get published with some cute colorful
pictures. Please let me know what you think and any suggestions. Thanks
Crinkle was a little cloud
That lived in a fluffy town
Full of smiles, joy and laughter
Fun times always shared together
In the city and park slides
The towns love was miles wide
Crinkle has a friend named Buddy
When it rains they get all muddy
Crinkle called Buddy one day
To have a picnic and some play
They walked into the sunny park
When they heard a little bark
They listened very carefully
And found a puppy near a tree
With brown fur and big green eyes
The puppy jumped up with surprise
Into the arms of little Crinkle
The puppies face had cute small dimples
The two friends did not know
What to do or who to show
So they took their new friend home
Where she wouldn’t be alone
Giving her hugs right from the start
To show the love inside their heart
For this little fun new friend
Never letting good times end
Chasing frisbees, sticks and balls
And silly shadows on the wall
The little puppy looked so fancy
The two friends thought and called her Clancy
Each day Crinkle and Buddy too
Taught Clancy a trick or two
Sitting up and rolling over
In warm green fields of clover
Balancing while jumping up
For a toy inside a cup
Dancing and prancing around
For the people in cloud town
Showing off and having fun
Until the moon blocks out the sun
While Clancy rested in her bed
Till the sun woke up again