Long Unexpected Poems

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Egyptian Tale

 An unexpected winfall did come our way,on festive season
                able to spoil family and friends,which gave us much pleasure.
                A freezing England was not to be had,Egypt bound for the New Year.

               Arriving in Sharm New Years Eve,brand new to Egyptian culture
               falling to some of the wolves that prey on the vulnerable.
               Three days of hell in our first hotel,until were transfered
               to what seemed paradise, the restart of our holiday.

              The meeting of Kylie,an English business woman,proved our angel
              bonded immediately,her third time in Egypt and put on right track.
              Inseperable throughout the duration,adventurous,wide knowledged.
              Although narrowly avoiding drowning,whilst snorkling ;) 

             Be it lazing on the beach,or quad biking in the desert
              everyday be a pleasure to wake,rising sun,eclipsing the mountains.
             Just a touch cold at times,my Skinbob had thermals at hand ;)
             A fort night of relaxing, pleasureable heat,woke up in England, 2 feet of snow.

            We have found a true friend in Kylie Harry,sheesha and sambukka`s soon. xx


Premium Member The Fair

The fair begins today
   and I'm all set to play! 
Just like a kid, I'll stay
   to spend my fun-filled day!

So long since I last went
   to this type of event.
Plain joy is my intent;
my perfect week, cement.
  
I go on all the rides...
   glide down the water slides.
For sure, fun here resides;
   much needed thrill provides.

But, joy comes to an end. 
   Car shifts in a downtrend,
and makes her twist, descend,
   as her seat goes upend.

My day at this fun fair
   leaves thoughts I cannot bear.
The Ferris wheel hits snare...
   her loved ones...in despair.

The fair began today
   but I'm back home to stay.
To pray...no longer play...
   that she survives this day.


February 25, 2019

Contest: At A Fair
Sponsor: Julia Ward

Sponsor's Required Theme:
"In your poem, tell me about an unusual happening
at a fair, one that takes it out of a happy time 
and makes it not only unexpected but sinister."
Form: Rhyme

Snow Collisions and Other Religions

The snow comes on the rumblings of mistakes
As alien nature not named but numbing all the same
Comes crashing, colliding by accident in atmospheres 
In fear, chrystals of silence remind us of the loudness

How unkind ice can be accompanied by snow
Once released to tumble down to mimic giants falling
Blinded by colors not of their making
Time stops but not before the storm unfolds
Takes its toll on the unexpected visitors
Drifting by they pound the ground in homage to refrigeration

Rocks stand their ground for a second and by chance
Turn into sand if aging is permitted in their presence
Snow can be dangerous even at a distance if not respected
Ten foot trees below the timberline are frozen solid
In solace they take their weight for granite in repose

Granted, their seismic temblors can cause earthquakes
When landing on the heart is no mistake
Branches pray in their bankruptcy to winter mysteries
At what cost if they should lose their souls to snow
If this were any other planet other than Earth
Each snowflake would be lost to the significance
Of being worth its weight in gold

Nothing New To See Or Be Here 4

If we we're in fact to know

Ahead of time what is to come
and we're we go

Where and what we
can and should expect

What exactly would be the point of that

And why on earth would we choose to
even carry on at all

Because a life devoid without the 
possibility or prospect of unexpected
suprise and jeopardy

Never knowing what lie's around the
next corner or is to come at any point
or given moment

To me is a far worse fate to contemplate
and fear

Than death itself and the afterlife has
to offer

As to me the only difference would be 

Better off rather to be dead 

Than to be both dead yet still alive 
simultaneously at the same time

With no hope or possibility of parole
playing out groundhog day perpetually

With nothing new to see and no more room
in your closet left to fill

As every space is taken up with been there
done that got enough t-shirts to last me
for this lifetime until the next

Sonnet X Or the Bluebird Sonnet

O why’d they misconstrue your colour against you?
When the song is swift imagination, so sweet and full
Why’d they whisper of weariness, of idiomatic blue?
When pause is ponderous play not a dark silent lull
It is the bluebird’s song that warm thoughts entice
That unexpected exuberant bout of welcomed joie de vivre
That instant intoxication of all virtue and all vice
Oft’ heard from coffee’d morn till the day’s end receive’
When beguiled by melody left to lilt through wistful air
That beacon of curiosity which so quickly is consume’
Cheery embrace – the listener enraptured is divided ne’er
Till the final bar closes only then may the day resume
Though for tunes of waking night the bluebird composes nigh
Alas, her song is for bright day not for moon’s sleepless sigh
Form: Sonnet


Mother Regina Pacis

I wanted to thank you 
But was unable to explain 
What your friendship means to me 
To share wonderful memories with 
It's a blessing to know our friendship 
Is grateful through all these year's 
In life sometimes friends comes and go 
But special friends like you stay forever 

God knows that everyone needs 
Companionship and a true friend 
Someone special like you 
A gift from God 
The first day I met you 
That I always prayed for
A wonderful beautiful friend like you 

I pray you know how much having you 
In my life means to me 
Our paths did cross with purpose 
Special friends are sent from God 
When we need them the most 
They come like Angel's into our lives
From the Holy Ghost 
In subtle in so many different ways 
God guide us through to give us what we need 
You became a special part of me 
That I will always cherish through my whole life out 

A special friend like you 
Is like a jonquil flower 
That only blossom once in our life 
God knew that we all need is someone special to love 
To share wonderful memories and remembrance with 
Whether near or far apart 
I will hold you closer to my heart forever 
Hoping, praying and wishing our friendship never ends

God has so many messengers 
We failed to recognized 
But his ways are wondrous and wise
Sending Angel's in our lives 
Doing his miracles that makes life worthwhile living 
God is always on time and never late 
I wished God could of let us met sooner

God brings us to unexpected places 
Sometimes God put someone special in our life to love
Today, tomorrow and everyday throughout my life
I want to thank you for your friendship 
To tell you I will treasure our friendship forever 
And that means the whole world to me
Form: Ballad

THE WONDERS OF LOVE

It is these lines that form pages
It is these whispers that escalates the news
The coming of the unknown 
It is these kisses that melts the heart
It is these lips that says the words
The coming of the unexpected 
Is the enough words in the book?,

Let me tell you about the words
They illustrate the sequence 
Me and my mouth
Let me tell you about the world
They show the identity 
Me and my book
Is the enough words to describe?,

It is these stories that make up a book
It is these books that escalates the book
Originality of an individual 
It is these lovers that form a bond
It is these souls that illustrates the heart
Creation of an individual 
Is the enough  feelings to be exposed?.

From Whence Do Poems Come

From whence do poems come?
Some say--
they're children of the heart,
others say-- 
they're born in the mind's maze
but I say-- 
poems come from deeper 
than any heart
and from somewhere 
far more vast 
than any mind....

I suspect they come 
from that part of us
that lies under 
the unconscious, 
so quiet, so subtle 
many never sense it-- 
but there, in the soul 
(the endless mind, 
the imperishable self)
are found the words 
to percolate through 
the blind and dense 
unconscious to appear 
sudden, 
unbidden, 
unexpected 
in the daylight mind....

But their journey is still 
only half-done: 
when read by a stranger 
those poems transcend 
disparate worlds,  
making their return journey 
from a daylight mind
through the unlit unconscious 
until the reader's own soul 
feels brushed by Wonder...
yet from where
do the poems come?

They come from Eternity.

Someone's Always

You're one of the reasons why the smile sees
You're stare is the one who gives me peace
Holding hands while the silent meet
The ambience is so light cause you're one of the pieces

The unplanned is better than the planned
You're such a beautiful, unexpected bond
The invisible string gets connected in the hand
The eyes meet - talk and understand

Every time we're together, our laughter aligns,
We play and do silly things most nights.
The jokes we share, the little stuff too,
All are proof of the love I feel for you.

There’s comfort and peace with you by my side,
No overthinking, no worries to hide.
You hold my hand, your eyes give me rest,
Your smile makes my heart feel truly blessed
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Forever Castle: a Collab With Em

In the heart of the Loire valley
Where the river wends its way
A young dreamer lured by nature
Free of care played music gay

As he wandered along footpaths
Playing lightly on his flute
By the vineyards in abundance
And the orchards full of fruit.

It was there that he encountered 
A fair maiden and her art
She was painting on her canvas; 
With a smile she stole his heart.

From then on they met in secret
Near the rolling hills in green
Where the flowers looked in wonder.
They were happy and serene.

They made love and plans together
Spoke of dreams they meant to share
Looked at life through coloured lenses
And built castles in the air.

Then one night a storm erupted
Unexpected in mid May,
Raging waters in a frenzy
Came and took her life away.

All his dreams were quickly shattered
And the castle tumbled down
For his Queen of Hearts had left him
Broken king without a crown.

In the ruins of the castle
He was left to sit and grieve
And his friends who came to visit
All were kindly asked to leave.

Days and nights passed undetected                     
As he dreamed of raven hair
On his lips he felt her kisses
Woke to find she was not there. 

Then one day, he rose with vigour    
Once again he built the dream
Made a castle even finer                
Standing stately by their stream.

And the people came to marvel
At the wonder of this sight
For there in the very centre
Was her statue gleaming bright.

Now the castle so resplendent
Stands a testament to love
Which will never wane or wither
Conquers death and soars above. 

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26th August, 2015
Paul Callus & Eileen Manassian
Contest: Partner Up 
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Form: Quatrain

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