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The high-priced diamond ring,
In the store, shining
Many people discover,
Thinking about their lovers
Wanting to own a diamond ring
But the love I offered you
It’s more precious than that ring
I can't give you a diamond ring,
Only my honest heart
That forever shines, sweetly in your life,
Alive together as husband and wife.
Nurture a warm and joyful family,
Which is lovelier than that ring
Love and loyalty as life partners
Enjoying life under the same roof forever.
Dreaming of building a hopeful family
With forgiveness and sincerity
I want to offer my humble heart
In exchange for a diamond ring
The diamond is just a lifeless thing
That has no soul and little meaning
ENAMORED :
Your smile comes easily like folding clouds.
Stretching side by side in different styles.
I wish I would have you at my side.
If only you can decide,
I will rise up and show you how much I regard you,
And it would be obvious how my happiness depends on you.
I admire your beauty,
Your voice and everything.
Whatever way others think,
You're always pretty and cute.
Who can compete with you?
If I hear your name in any news,
I get so much enthused.
One time that I spoke to you my psyche became hooked.
In a trance do I see you in my room,
Where life looks so inspiring for us two.
Therefore allow me to be your beau,
So we'll forever hold our hands together as we move.
True love comes natural,
And it's so powerful.
Time to time it accruals,
And it's factual.
I don't want to buy yours with money,
To uphold you with lies.
Or for you to be forced before adoring me.
But accept my proposal with pride,
For the journey not to be flurry.
If you accept to give me a try,
You will never live to worry,
You'll keep soaring higher and higher.
Nor will darkness steal our glory,
Just to cause us to look shy.
We will crone in the morning dew,
And love ourselves without getting tired.
We'll dance gracefully on the moon,
For our union to be transpired.
The night will seal our fidelity with truth,
And no one can break our love rules,
As we'll stay forever under the same roof,
Enjoying tranquility and perceiving good.
When did the concept of family become
a tired cliché of phased-out tradition
in need of redefining?
And when did we abandon our parental duties
to glorified babysitters with no real interest
in our childrens' physical and emotional development
outside of their weekly paychecks?
We are bombarded by screaming advertisements
dictating an acceptable standard of living
requiring two or more incomes and
measuring our success by the sum total
of our net worth.
The decline of civilization progresses
as fast food replaces home-cooked meals
and quality time is staring blankly
at a flat screen television
with a group of strangers
living under the same roof.
What more could I have done? I'd already taken far too much.
There was no more gentleness in your voice, nor in your touch.
Your cursing and verbal abuse eroded all my respect for you.
I tried to help fight your demon; something only you could do.
Our home became just a house. We lived under the same roof
but stormy weather poured in from your bottle of 100 proof.
With a sob in my throat, I walked away from you while crying.
Your lies and accusations ripped me apart and left me dying.
life is sifting sand
I still wear your wedding band
upon my left hand
There was no getting back what we lost when you caused my fears.
How did I swallow the disappointment? I washed it down with tears.
The finale' came the night you slammed my hand in the door.
The only broken bone I ever had; I couldn't take it any more.
What else could I have possibly done to keep from losing you?
It was too late when you lost yourself, and now we're through.
Sometimes I wish we'd never met. You deceived me from the start.
I will never regret loving you, and I've forgiven you in my heart.
life is sifting sand
you removed your wedding band
gone from your left hand
Once my world revolved all around you, my sunny days and skies of blue.
Now you're just a stranger, someone I once loved, someone I once knew.
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2/1/2016 The Dark Side of Love
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
I loved the times when our family was young…everyone under the same roof…
I felt we were invincible…indestructible…I felt we were shatterproof.
That feeling is often tested over the years…as many parents have known…because one day you turn around…and your once young children are grown.
There was a time when it was easy to get our family together…when the family was complete…We’d open the front door and holler…”Hey everyone…it’s time to eat!”
But when children grow up and move away…when they’re living behind different doors…hollering, “It’s time to eat!” doesn’t complete the family anymore.
Now we still make plans to get together…and we hope the family’s complete…when we sit around the table and say…”It’s time to eat!’.
But that’s not always the case…it seldom goes according to plan…so we’ve learned to grab parts of our family…whenever…wherever we can.
We recently got together with two of our three children and one of our four grandchildren…there were smiles on our faces even though our other son and other grandchildren were all in different places.
I know they would have joined us…if only they were able…
but alas…when we all sat down to eat…there were only five of us at the table.
But in a way we all were there…the family sitting in front of me…and the family I could not see…because I’ve found, over the years, my family goes everywhere with me.
On those rare occasions we are all together…I love to sit back…smile and stare…and if anyone is missing…I love to sit back and imagine them there.
It’s not quite the same I know…but immediately after they all grew….I learned to enjoy who’s here and imagine the rest…because that’s what parents do.
It’s the way I keep my family complete…
when we can’t be together under the same roof…
it’s my way of keeping our family invincible…
indestructible
my way to keep them shatterproof.
The Lonely Heart
The silence in the room
The darkness of the night
I look through the crack on the door
Wondering when you'll switch on the light
My eyes grow tired, My hopes fade away
Still holding onto false hope
You may call me tonight
Days, weeks months and years
My heart feels heavy now
My eyes filled with tears
You treat me good, it's not all bad
But why do my insides feel empty and sad
Just living this life as the world narrates
But never did I think
We'll have a wall between us that keeps us separate
Under the same roof, Sleeping apart
Good night my love from this Ionely heart.
We spent twenty two long years together
under the same roof, so, I know him better than others,
for he’s my only brother.
On his own terms his life he walks brave,
setting the course on the pathway he likes to pave.
Probing nameless people uncalled, he may descry
break the fence of his protected privacy and pry,
ask incisive questions to slice his persona, they try.
He doesn’t ever care to reply.
In his heart sunk in the quicksand of time weary,
emotions rise from the dormant passion’s debris.
The good done to him he can’t acknowledge loud,
but buds of love blooming within, he keeps under shroud.
Mellow sensitivity absorbs all his feelings inarticulate,
he is overwhelmed, but doesn’t know how to demonstrate.
A deviant introvert, he seldom submits to others’ decree,
until he finally sleeps he’ll do what to do with will free.
He’s content with little, grateful for god’s blessings plenty.
It has been staying with us under the same roof
In the down rack of the wardrobe, lying aloof
Unnoticed even by granny and quite obscure
But with due prominence, kept with proper secure
One day, I wanted to remove the damaged ones.
Among the huge piles of tattered books weighing tons,
An untitled spiral book caught my attention.
I pulled it from the heap but with no intention.
Slowly I read a few lines from the crumpled pages.
Matured thoughts with marvelous poetic phrases
Those poems were written by my late grandfather,
Unfolding his infinite love to grandmother
Ameliorated the dog eared pages discreetly,
Named it ‘My Nostalgic Memories’ and neatly
Enveloped in a silver foiled attractive case,
My best gift ever, given to granny with grace.
He Gave Her A Book Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Syllable Count: PS
Date: 19-05-2021.
Jesus has The Last Supper
While man yearns for the last wish
To be fulfilled in life time
In old age
Wow
He wants to travel round the world
What a splendid idea
A lot of money spend
Pouring out like running tap water
To see the different places under the same sky
To see the different people under the same roof
To read the different people of the same residence,the earth
Either still far away from hell or heaven
We live happily because Jesus has his Last Supper
We leave happily maybe after we have our last wish
Being granted too
We have our own wishes and desires to be fulfilled
Is hard to distinguish and choose one
For the last wish
As we're are not as saintly as Jesus
As we commemorated Him
For man's love is selfish and unique
Still full of sin
My dear friend, you wronged me, but I choose to forgive.
I choose to forgive not because I do not care,
But because I care enough to understand we have different identities, cultures, personalities, perspectives and views in life which built us - influenced us to become of what we are today.
We were not born under the same roof to comprehend each other- eye to eye, so why should I hold grudges?
Who am I to make an opinion of what you did? As I too, have made mistakes in the past and wanted to be pardoned for.
I choose to forgive you. I choose to make armistice between us, so that we can move on. To cooperate, to sit down and put our differences on the table to make it work between us.
Within conflict, there’s only trouble. Nothing good comes out of it. Once it starts, more comes. When more comes, more are created. I will not have peace of mind, and neither would you.
We have responsibilities ahead; how would we get them done if these chaotic behaviors remain on our minds?
How would we even concentrate to do daily task if our arguments remain loud in our heads?
Grudges silently decline health in ways we do not see at once.
No, my friend. Let’s make things right. Let the sun rise between us again. Let the dark clouds pass by. Mute the sound of the thundering storm. We became friends for a reason. You were there for me when I needed you the most. I was there for you when you needed me the most.
What’s the point of arguing – when we could be laughing, having a cool time and awesome day right now?
So, let’s make it right. I forgive you.