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Let two thousand twenty-six mark
A fresh start, that with joy will spark,
With sunshine of good health will gleam,
Ignite hopes and meet all our dreams.
Let the new year be filled with cheer
For us and for those to us dear,
Usher in human feels that bind,
Happiness and peace of the mind.
Let`s face the new year, hand in hand,
Together strong, across the land,
With hope as our unswerving guide,
And faith as our unhampered tide.
May the sun of joy shine each day
Along life`s warm and winding way,
Let`s two thousand twenty-six greet
And wish a future bright and sweet
It rained last night,
or rather it stormed
with thunder, lightning, downpours
too late for the garden
but welcomed by the earth
and the holdouts from summer.
The pond fish
love new water
it refreshes them and stirs
to encircled dancing swims and schooling.
The waterfall flows freely, unhampered by the algae
flushing the stones with bouncy drops
and the surface draws birds and yard creatures
to drink and stand in awe.
Rain cleanses
renews the spirit
binds us to the earth and existence
inspiring our contemplation.
Life thrives
and it is never too late
to recognize where we come from
accept our frailty in who we are.
Let the rain come
wash away all tears
make us whole again.
A meadow is described as an open grassland with non-woodsy plants
but the garden bird carrying rose seeds from afar was wild and free
unbeknownst to him, a rose drooped into his bird seed-- to share,
plus he was too lackadaisical a fellow to be so precise as to plant
the rose into a landscaped rose garden row, where it'd be pruned
besides when you gotta go, you gotta go -- the same goes for birds
so when he made a pit-stop in the rose-less meadow, he shared, too
thus a red & white Double Delight blossoms and wilts, as she grows
scattering petals on the ground, or into the breeze, every which way
unhampered by rose-petal cakes, or pressed-flower bookmarks
providing rest whenever the little bird fancies a flight overhead
hence it is now called The_Rose_Meadow, for this singular rose :D
May 6, 2023
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I completely made this up! :O For:
"Rose Meadow Poetry Contest"
(Free verse poetry form only)
Deadline: Saturday, May 20, 2023!
Sponsored by: Julia Ward :D
“Wind and Waves eternally speak to us, sometimes in hushed murmurs and sometimes in violent roars. We do not know what they speak. They may be trying to convey the calm and the fury of Nature in turn”- ~ By Poet
I hear a wind whispering from the hills
It comes down tickling the clean woodland rills
From far is heard the frightened murmur of leaves
As it pounces on them like wayside thieves
It shakes the branches of flowering trees
And their petals drop like confetti in the breeze
Over hills and trees, it loves to skip and stray.
Always in motion, never inclined to stay
It moves unhampered over streams and field
With no resistance to its might, they simply yield
Like a child, it romps over the shady bowers
In its gentle touch, dances the gleeful flowers
Sometimes it steals furtively like a lover
And disappears kissing our cheeks under cover
It comes capering with a lilt and a swing
We feel joyous when we hear it merrily sing
From an unknown hide out it comes like a sprite.
It always makes us feel its vigorous might
Listen to the wind, it may have something to teach!
CHARLIE KIRK: PATRIOT’S LEGACY
A spiritual calling felt deeply and heard clearly
At a very young and tender age,
Drew him boldly to rise and stride
Upon a grand world changing stage.
Warm, laughing eyes so quickly to disarm you,
An intellect so strong it couldn’t help but alarm you,
His light was too bright, his voice was too strong,
His mission in life was to right an indefensible wrong.
Millions of young students had been purposely led astray,
Indoctrinated in a hate-filled and communistic way.
His solution and challenge were lovingly and bravely offered,
“Please Prove Me Wrong” was the mantra and freely augured.
Rarely could they best him and rise to the occasion
But they respected and loved him in ever growing populations.
Like Socrates, he debated; he asked and he answered,
Always uplifting and his faith in God shining through unhampered.
Humble and caring, he strode across the halls of power,
Serving his nation every day, every moment, every shining hour.
He proved to the students why conservative values and a God-filled life
Will save our country. America’s soul and our future is what is on the line.
Charlie understood this from the bottom of his heart and the depth of his soul,
And we are forever grateful that he shared it with millions before his time to go.
As the world stands weeping and the flags are flying at half mast,
Charlie is smiling in Heaven and he will have the last laugh.
What he started will not be forgotten. We will never again back down.
Though our heart breaks for his passing, we know he’s on higher ground.
Our nation is worth fighting for is the lesson Charlie taught us.
Speak the truth of the greatness of our country and sovereignty of our people.
We are united and stand head and shoulders above the evil and ravages of this war.
Charlie now stands above it all and rests in peace forevermore.
God, who never gives us more than we can bear…will always make a way for our over-whelmed souls to find relief. Amen. And we press-on.
He said…
he awoke…to find…
Tears…
streaming… his face
and wondered, but
even more than that…
yearned…to recall
the dream? the vision…?
that place…
Where his…
well-built, secure…
impenetrable …dam
which received and harnessed
the compiled agony…of
all…digested pains…
all his life…
had begun to …fissure.
Tears…
from sleeping eyes…ran…
free of constraint
billowing forth from pent-up…sores…
unhampered by objections
escaping from, alas…a man!
Waters…
which only once before
in his entire living
so long ago yet, while awake
…had he bore.
And…
he pressed to remember
the…local
not consciously…no, never
consciously…!
but to imagine that
unconscious moment’s ember
When God…
in His Great Mercy…reached
releasing the grievous
accumulation of cruel,
oppressive, stagnated…
waves …
ere…that which his soul
could no longer bear
…Tears
Ps 126:5, Ps 56:8, Ps 30:5
©jmsbell 9/03/22
If I could turn back time I think I'd change a thing or two.
I have some mem'ries that are fond, but other things I rue.
I enjoyed my time alone as through the wood I scampered,
Dogs at heel o'er hill and dale and by the shore unhampered.
Nature girl, I guess it's true that title stuck to me.
I didn't care, with hay in hair swam creeks and climbed in trees.
I loved my freedom, hated school and with my dogs I ran,
Often rode my cousin's mule, live wild and free my plan.
Then one day I met a man who'd change my life forever.
He took me home and married me and from my life he severed,
Many things that I held dear, he took me to the city.
I had to learn his city ways, be lady like and pretty.
He tried to make me change my ways and fit into the mold;
But I knew if I did that I'd die before I'm old.
You've got to learn to change your ways, grow up, my husband said.
I cannot be what I am not, I rather would be dead.
I dreamed of one day going back, I wanted to go home.
The city is no place for me, no fields for me to roam.
You can take me from the country, from the hills and fields and trees;
But one thing you must remember, you can't take it out of me.
Oh Moon, the shining lantern of the sky!
The brightest light set ablaze in the dark!
Glorious boon, heaven freely granted!
Committed guardian of the night!
You appear each night to lead the wayfarers,
The ones lost in the labyrinth of darkness
Shed PHOSPHOROUS beams of light on their way
You stay aloft in the firmament in deep solitude,
Amid clouds that CASCADE high up in the sky
Yet you are in benevolent contact with all creation.
Attended by the entourage of MYRIAD winking stars,
In your royal palace of the aquamarine sky,
You reign as unquestioned queen of the night.
Watch over the earth with unwavering vigil
You travel over the horizon from the start of dusk
And back to the edge of dawn, unhampered.
Your shimmering rays like silvery streams SLITHER
And come down sliding, slanting and crashing.
Every day you appear in changing guise
Like a SERPENTINE beauty out to conquer
Turning from LUNAR crescent to circle,
And from circle to crescent, waning and waxing,
Rising and setting on appointed times.
The tranquillity of your visage comforts us
In the soft LILT of the night, we raise our eyes
To catch a glimpse of your regal self amid the NEBULA.
On seeing your shimmering face with the glow of beams,
Flowing, splashing and crashing the darkness,
Turning every night into fluorescent brightness,
In pure ecstasy we whisper – “How beautiful you are!”
BEWICK
unhampered
unclouded
clear precise
memoirs of the mind
hollowed out of time
in domains dissected
yellow harvests
fading foliage
leaves birds&trees
depicted
with an unusual eye
a spontaneous overflow
of feelings
exposed
the rarest
of qualities
exquisitely
executed&
engraved
BLAKE
without fluence
in infinite patience
vital& neccessary
bursting with life
yet
tender&
exhuberant
marginalia
footnotes&epigrams
imitations worthy of notice
subjective
particular
in mood & nature
a miasma
intent on definition
in visions of dells knooks & corners
of paradise
in
a pitch of poetic intensity
vivid brilliancy
mist dreaming glimmers
upon
gaudy daylight
You hold back
Not knowing what to say
Fearful your words
Just might get in the way
But, my love, now, today
Speak to me
You know words
Can ignite my soul
And make me melt
To my very core
So you hold back
Choosing and weighing
Instead of just saying
What you feel
This is so real…
Speak to me
Speak to me with your eyes
I’ll melt in the depths of that fire
Speak to me with your smile
That lights my soul with desire
Speak to me with your hands
Those words of possession you can’t find
They can speak to me now
As your hands touch and they bind
Speak to me
My heart’s well within grasp
All you need to do is ask
With an eloquence unhampered by words
Transcending verbal expression
Look, touch, move towards me with intention
And I will understand
All you cannot say
And I’ll be swept away
By all the unspoken words
That you say...
Speak to me
Eileen Manassian Ghali