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Over the town in clear ebony
Shines down the glow of ancient stars
Their light twinkling out a melody
Of moonlight dreams in all that is ours
The people go about life blithely
Never seeing the amazing repertoires
Of glorious night lights striking freely
Against the city’s better memoirs
Everyone who walks past them
Should note the way they glitter and glimmer
Beautiful sparkles that speak like a poem
Starry nights the color of azure
After seeing the scenic night sky
I feel reassured of God’s vivid cheers
And after whispering a silent sigh
I will leave you my tears
written about the painting by Vincent Van Gogh, "Starry Night"
“There is no death! What seems so is transition;
this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian,
whose portal we call Death.”
-Henry W. Longfellow
A single tick in time, that’s all
our life on earth is meant to be,
but souls transcend upon death’s call
while lifting up, God’s face to see,
and lasting an eternity.
“I believe there are two sides to the phenomenon known as death,
this side where we live, and the other side where we shall continue to live.
Eternity does not start with death. We are in eternity now.”
-Norman Vincent Peale
August 26, 2019
Dawn, Angie, Glori and Dale —
model citizens led the way
to their stage, all the rage
for seconds in time.
cool of Dawn Dolls —
icons of the seventies,
for teeny-tiny bills
a girl could own a million.
smaller in stature,
much harder to detail,
the manufacturers tire
of the dwarf-sized dolls.
these Topper Toys
with copper joints,
knees that morphed green
like fingers wearing cheap rings.
authenticity from 1970 to 1973
when bankruptcy interrupted
Topper bank accounts
though tail strings tried to revive.
recorded in 1973 by Tony Orlando and Dawn,
Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree.
i sighed everytime the radio would play.
hit number one, Helen Reddy’s Delta Dawn.
memories made as a seventies teen. . .
the aftermath of dawn tugs the strings.
if it wasn’t for Pinterest might i forget
the tug of dawn, the playful heart.
1/30/2020
From Wikipedia:
"Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree" is a song recorded by Tony Orlando and Dawn. It was written by Irwin Levine and L. Russell Brown and produced by Hank Medress and Dave Appell, with Motown/Stax backing vocalist Telma Hopkins, Joyce Vincent Wilson and her sister Pamela Vincent on backing vocals.[1] It was a worldwide hit for the group in 1973.
"Delta Dawn" is a song written by former child rockabilly star Larry Collins and songwriter Alex Harvey,[a] best known as a 1972 top ten country hit for Tanya Tucker[1] and a number one hit for Helen Reddy in 1973.
One day seemingly out of nowhere
After my father's untimely passing
In the depths of my despair
Tortured crippled wailing praying daily
Blaming him for never stopping leaving
A miracle quite obviously too me occurred
As he must unto and through me
A one final last departing gift impaired
His ohh so defining voice and choice of words
That distinguished him so eloquently
Above and beyond the everyday norm
As at his feet , gaze and presence you reveled
Attentively into his knowledge and wisdom
And I being nothing like he unfortunately
Is the reason being why I have now
Come to believe that miracles do occur
Simply due to the very fact
I am hereby able now to write
What I am writing to you all about now
Because it wasn't an ability I possessed
Previously or at any point in my life
So the where and how it came from
To me is proof beyond a shadow of a doubt
That somehow or other through me
My father Gerard Vincent Flaherty
Is still very much a part and alive
In sprit and soul and relevant today
As that fateful tragic day he sadly passed away
And a miracle of miraculous proportion
Came to pass enabling a part of him to stay
Behind enveloping my mind
"Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind" - Edna St. Vincent Millay
soft
ripples
spread gently ...
death's frail surface
trembles with our grief
as each soul we cherish
plunges the gossamer veil ...
the warm arms of peaceful release
await there 'midst the tender darkness
to hold them close in their boundless dreaming.
Written and submitted on May 21, 2020
For the "Etheree" Poetry Contest
Dear Heart, Sponsor.
( Syllables = 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
Yes, they called me the fool, The Jester ,the class clown
Younger brother of Anthony Vincent: Athlete renown
All star quarterback, number one forward , pitching ace
The town and high school news paper, front page: His Face
Mom and Dad send Ant to Yale and I go to the Vietnam War
Over there my mind inhales the atrocities of torture blood and gore
.I envision when they took Jimmy Jones, ripped out his tongue
Cut his eyelids off, crucified him on a small knoll ,facing the sun
Watching from my bamboo cage immersed up to my chin
Hearing poor Jimmy’s groans and moans over and over again
The leeches, water snakes, and marsh rats gnawing at my flesh
No longer felt like torture, unlike Jimmy : I could see each new day fresh
Wide spread insanity among my troop and I was the most deranged
While being insane I had devised a plan, my brother’s death was arranged
Through the G.I. bill I bought a home on a small knoll: facing the sun
Doctor Anthony Vincent, Why not stay at my house: brother number one
Hello, MOM, is Anthony there? Hospital just called he didn’t show at work
Anthony Vincent Missing for 72 hours I laugh at my parents tears
Mom, Dad, I feel so bad, the number one son, You’ve Loved all these Years
Son ; you saw Anthony last , please tell me is he Dead or Alive??
In order to not tell a lie; looked my Dad in the eye and Answered - YES
Inspired by Elaine George's Contest "Tell me a story"
Lady Elaine George -- Is this " POE " Enough?
Your tears flow like a river,
You always appear in my deepest slumber.
I only loved you once,
But I lost you at every chance.
We became the closest of friends,
But we broke apart before the story ends.
It hurt me most and turned my heart blue,
These hidden feelings only I and you knew.
You ignited my heart but turned me green,
When I saw the other girl you had chosen to be seen.
Mourn my mind with grief and pain when you chose her,
I guess there is no way to be together.
I planted anger where love once grew with regret,
Desperately wanting my heart to finally forget.
I just want to say what I held from the start —
I love you my Vincent, with all of my heart.
Please remember our friendship if nothing else,
For loving you was the truest thing I ever felt.
Diamond in the rough, diamond's beauty framed
Upon hand of the lady loved by man
Lady who wears honor graces her domain
Lady possessed, owned: his games began
Diamond in the rough cuts to the core
Breaking down polished diamond whose surface
Begins to crack becoming his captor
Fed lies, half-truths, manipulated abased
Her confidence destroyed, looking at ring
Too tight like life, at least it sparkles still
Man_diamond in rough, untamed, would be king
Never will be, to dream of change unreal
Life being suffocated or life free
Choices made will life always this be?
Sponsor: Joann Grisetti
Contest: Copy Cat Contest
Author that inspired: Edna St. Vincent Millay
First Line of Poem:
Only the diamond and the diamond's dust
In the book that I have it is untitled
First line of poem used to find the work
Vincent Willhelm van Gogh
a difficult talent to truly know
unwise love choices-Eugenie Kee&Sien
made him stick to brush not pen
Finance support from brother Theo
loosed his giftings to flow
in dark landscapes&still life
too bad, without a wife
From Ecole de Beau Arts a matric
In Antwerp he creates his pics
Then to Paris to mix with the best
lived an artist life with great zest
Upon the death of Pa Theodorus
Vincent does portraits&busts
as his love life to Margot ails
so also his pointillism fails
He then met Agostina Segatori
& a brief affair the world did see
An interest in all things Japanaise
then to Arles were the sun does blaze
The artists colony was not a success
Vincent cut off an -ear-but I digress
progressively VG became deluded
'a mad redhead,'the locals said
Genius & delusion marries as one
but a recognisable usp is done
with broad brush& wavy line
a reputation to outlast his time
In Arles he is hospitalised
&unique art realised-
then with a gun suicides
on canvas though his genius resides
In sunlit fields where olive trees grow,
Vincent wandered, mind aglow.
The blue of skies, a restless sea,
Matched the turmoil he longed to free.
The cypresses stood tall and proud,
Dark green fingers, reaching the cloud.
They whispered secrets to the breeze,
Of madness, pain, and transient peace.
Golden hues of wheat did dance,
In the light’s eternal trance.
A vivid orange, a burning fire,
Igniting Vincent’s deep desire.
His brush swept across the land,
In every stroke, a trembling hand.
He saw in colors, life’s cruel jest,
Yet found in them his living quest.
The orchard, a symphony of tone,
From ochre earth to twilight’s loam.
Greens and yellows, bright and bold,
Spoke of a spirit uncontrolled.
Amid the hues of blue and gold,
Vincent’s soul began to unfold.
A sky so deep, it knew no end,
In every shadow, a new found friend.
And in the cypresses’ silent sway,
He captured night inside each day.
Their darkness did not breed despair,
But held his light with tender care.
A life in color, fierce and bright,
His orchard bloomed in endless sight.
Each brushstroke, a glimpse of pain,
Yet in each stroke, in death regained.
Vincent Van Gogh
Dying In poverty Another Suicide, This Painting Fetched One Hundred Seventeen Million Dollars in 2022.