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Mommy, you carry me in your womb,
not knowing that it'll become my tomb;
mommy, on a cigarette you constantly puff,
and I, too, inhale the smoke that makes you cough...
I sense much loneliness, even though
I can't see you and feel the sadness of your day;
why does smoke make you reject love,
the tenderest love you should have for your baby?
Your lullaby isn't heartfelt and sweet to make me sing,
there's a sourness I can't easily explain;
most mothers are happy when they conceive,
why aren't you excited, delighted and really glad?
My desperate plea you can't hear, because this voice is too low
for you to hear it and give up that bad habit;
I want to live like others babies and drink my milk and grow,
but you're not concerned and moved by it...
Even your teeth have turned yellow and your breath smells,
smoke makes all your clothes sting as your brittle hair loses sheen;
how can I survive, if you continue to clog your lungs?
I breath what you breath...I cough when you cough, and sometimes bleed...
Mommy, I will have the same beautiful eyes that you have,
that reflect the color of a spring sky and softness of a calm sea;
mommy, live and let me live and hear my desperate plea,
many uncaring mothers have died and taken their unborn to their grave...
Cpoyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
An ethereal vision
Iridescent her hues
Locks of spun gold
A mermaid I'm told
This mythical creature
from Atlantis it's been said
In the blink of an eye
In the minutest breath
In the tenderest heart beat
I was feeling bereft
Did I really catch a glimpse
or was it wishful thinking
Searching the horizon
with eyelids a blinking
No signs were left
There was nothing - no inkling
As searching in vain
For proof she had been there
upon some distant rocks
gently combing golden locks
21st September 2019
Contest Name: MERMAIDS
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Contest Strand Select 10
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONOURABLE MENTION
Like many little girls,
My childhood was all about playing with my dolls,
Tiny handmade dolls - an adorable family,
They had a tiny house, which My Dad made for me,
A house made of wood, with balconies, and railings, and stairs, which enthralled me,
Which fascinated me so much, I thought,
My Dad was the most powerful man on Earth.
I don't have that enchanting doll's house any more,
It was lying uncared for, in a corner after I left home,
Somebody thought - it was occupying too much space,
Nobody played with it any longer,
This should be gone,
And...it was gone!
An unequaled, unrivalled, ultimate house in an imaginary world
of a young girl who visualized the world as flawless as
her father's vision and creation,
With tiniest details, and tenderest wishes
to hand in,
A Perfect World from a Perfect Father to his Perfect Daughter!
Why in his presence, did her soft heart, always like sweet
cotton candy melt?
Orchestral songs engendered the tenderest feelings, to her
heart, so aquamarine velvet.
Such starlit, subtle, shameless, suggestive glances!
An antennae in every way was she, inviting kaleidoscopic,
tsunamic romances.
On the fog cradled ship, with a cape of fog, blessing her
chiseled,moonbeam face,
His arms enclosed her in a velveteen gold, cuddled in his
silent, starshine embrace.
Oh, poetess, penning of feelings of deep intimacy.
Your poem, will be stamped “romantic “?
A term, you loathe and find so very meaningless and worse,
utterly curt and disgustingly pedantic!
But only a poet who knows your heart to its scarlet
inner flaming core,
Has the outstanding bravissimo to knock on your truly
insatiable, heart’s-door!
Dare he try his wings and wish for such magically,
exotic, sensual satisfaction?
Wrapped in those twilight, wild, moonbeamed curls
of Eurydice’s Olympian extraction!
6/4/2024
Gentle ripples of clear water trace the banks
Where there are stones washed perfectly smooth
By the silent waves caressing their sleek veneer
And whispering echoes of tenderest serenity
Through the air that is so very fresh and clean
Bright, hot embers burn inside the circle
Where coals have turned the wood to heat
Warming the chilliness with breaths of hope
Brought on by the knowledge that everyone
Who visits this place will feel the grace here
Smoke drifts up toward a dark, evening sky
Stars surfacing in the distance, twinkling, dancing
Laughing at the moon who is lighting the night
With the assurance that there is true love living
Inside the hearts of those who share their feelings
Scents of grilling and insect repellant and night
Sooth the spirit with a sigh of contentment that is
Like peace freeing the soul to move toward insight
Into inspiration, elation, a haunting mystery growing
In honesty and praise, worshiping the One who saves
Enlivening and exciting, reflections of dreams invite me
To share my heart and soul, my inner faith and hope
Everything that gives and knows that real love unfolds
Among the ones who are willing to let go of their inhibitions
And fulfill their destiny with prayers for strength and wisdom
Nocturnal creatures lift their voices to sing through the dusk
Owl, opossum and raccoon make their presence known
Capturing their prey without creating any fuss or protest
With only their senses and purpose aroused, they whisper
Revelations of insights that only the wild creation experiences
God’s wisdom comes alive in the brilliant ebony of nightfall
Reminding hearts just why there is nature’s beauty to enchant
And delight, inspire the hope for tomorrow’s insight into
The future – where wisdom grows and freedom flows with
A sigh of whimsical pleasure at sharing in God’s creativity
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (10),any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
July 16, 2020
In the very warm May' afternoon,
I decided to take a stroll instead of being blue,
and getting a little adventurous was to discover
another pansy or violet bloom;
these flowers were the precious gifts of a little and frivolous lover,
who gave them to the prettiest ones who loved a boy in pursue:
and as the rain fell on the maples,
they giggled like silly kids hiding their dimples...
And who was listening what they were whispered?
The songbirds that watched them from the dripping, thick branches,
perhaps learning some of the human behavior from the tenderest ones,
who were quite funny and silly, and made great chums;
gitty was a word they did not comprehend,
but happily they chirped to make them glide and dance:
until their enthusiasm and frenzy did fray,
and they stopped, overcome by their fraility...
And would their sentinel's eyes move away and focus
on the unhappy butterflies that failed to flaunt their skills,
on the meadow of dandelions I waited to be chased,
but birds and butterflies flew away to warn me of a foul play:
with the fury of an impeding storm, they jumped on me
and began tickling my bare feet, to make me pay for my teasing;
delirious as a frantic clown, I laughed too hard to beg for mercy,
but they, the clever ones, ran off and left me screaming...
And as the rain fell on the maples, the haw-keyed Weimaraner
came to lick my cheeks, to give me comfort for my defeat,
and he barked and beckoned me to follow him to a nearby hiding:
there the brats were plotting their next michievous scheme
by water-filled balloons and a heap of shaving cream,
as they instructed one another how to surprise me in my retreat;
and as the rain fell on the maples towards early evening,
all their flabby plans came to an end, unable to outsmart their admirer...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Thank you for your still laboring pains.
Thanks for the amnesia of suffering
the bedpan and the bible,
the sunny window
that ran with a watery blood
wherever the flying ducks
rushed toward your gun.
Fingertips tingle, the daily callus is softening,
becoming bearable
the way a fox forgets its trap shattered paw.
Thanks for the moonlight dispensed
in cloud-covered dreams.
The applauding grateful
must have partaken of your loaves and fishes
where hooked worms still dangle
bereft of hungry lips.
We are the tenderest of prey again,
the catch we have all been looking for.
What more can be said when gratitude runs away
with its desires still wriggling
and fleshy.
Thank you;
for your mastering love
hath consumed the apple in our mouths
and we are served up
in wide-eyed wonder once more.
Fairest Diana: an Epitaph for Princess Diana
by Michael R. Burch
Fairest Diana, princess of dreams,
born to be loved and yet distant and lone,
why did you linger?so solemn, so lovely?
an orchid ablaze in a crevice of stone?
Was not your heart meant for tenderest passions?
Surely your lips?for wild kisses, not vows!
Why then did you languish, though lustrous, becoming
a pearl of enchantment cast before sows?
Fairest Diana, as fragile as lilac,
as willful as rainfall, as true as the rose;
how did a stanza of silver-bright verse
come to be bound in a book of dull prose?
Published by Tucumcari Literary Journal and Night Roses
Lady Diana Spencer, the Princess of Wales, was an angel of compassion who brought beauty and grace to the English royal family. Her marriage to Prince Charles was one of the most-viewed marriages of all time. But with her support of numerous charities she was an inspiration to many, and more than just an international celebrity. Keywords/Tags: Princess, England, England's Rose, English, royalty, royal, royals, noble, nobility, beauty, beautiful, grace, elegance, class, inspiration, crown, sonnet, sonnets, woman, women, angel of compassion, epitaph
The breathe of summer is nearly past
Oaks and maples collect dreams, belief
Pouring out the tenderest promises, gentling
The spirit with a grace so warm, like a whisper
Caressing the moon with soft tendrils of firefly
Kindness, kindled by the soul who remembers
When the feelings were more pure than temptations
Who render the moments helpless, left yearning
For the laughing smiles, the joy in the rain –
As it falls, glistening on the edges of a hopeful leaf,
Dancing in the flames of fall, when everything prays,
All over there is memory and yesterday and ancient
Shadows, revealing the echoes of a past where history
Told of glorious moments, healing and happiness,
Breathless rays of sun’s setting and rising, reflecting
All the hallelujahs in a song, a wisdom, a heart who longs
For the day when God will say – I’ve come…
To take my children home, YES – to take my children HOME
Where the heart is, where the soul lasts, where freedom
Is like the luscious love that pours out inside the ones who believe,
The ones who see Him as eternal, forever, peace, love
That knows no doubting, no dread, no fear – no fear ever
Can wipe away the satisfaction of having Him say – “You’re mine”
Forever, without end – I will always say grace, His gift, is the answer
To every fear that has ever been.
With HIM, there is no fear that can take away the peace
Living within, where He is… the spirit’s best friend,
The truth that penetrates and inspires, stirring hope and faith
Promising the amazing that comes with grace!
Thanks to HIM, I’m forever praising, praising, praising
The One who left me a reason to thank Him,
A reason to wake to the sound of forever, the eternity
That allows me to answer fear without a tear…
A reason, He brings – a reason to live and a reason to strive
To be like Him, the One who forgives all sin
Because He is the Light revealing grace that will win
In the end, yes oh yes… in the end, He WINS!
Gentle, like the tenderest dewdrop,
Kind as the rain who bleeds hope,
Quiet, like the whisper of light,
Tender as the heart who sings praise.
Joyful, like the guitar’s rhythmic chorus,
Elated by the wonder of a priceless psalm,
Jubilant, like the roar of an ocean once calm,
Happy to know the mystery of the heart’s warmth.
Creative, like the leaves in autumn,
Caressing the moments with a sincerity,
Felt by those who see God in every silence,
Soothing away the melancholy, the darkness.
Peaceful, like September’s wings,
Alive with the beautiful in grace,
Pouring out poetry over the skies,
In stars who leak faith into night.
Winsome, like heaven’s open gates,
Flung wide to those who have faith,
Embracing souls who believe He is,
More than light, but love that fulfills.
Genuine, like summer as she whispers,
Over the mountains, the seas, the hearts,
Who remember her with affection, memories
Bold as the spirit who feels her song so amazing.
Stirring, like the moment I first believed,
He is the One who brings my heart truth,
He is the One who quiets every fear, each tear,
With love this real, He promises to always be here.
Abiding, inside where I can feel this love,
Love so amazing that I can not think of…
One reason or intention more beautiful,
Than the praise that comes to souls…
Who know that He is who He says He is…
Love, hope and peace – joy that completes,
The answer to every prayer, the One who is always there,
Maker of dreams and Savior of those who believe!