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This is a story poem. I call, ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY
ILL start this little story by asking a question,what is love?
They say there is all kinds of love.
This story is about a new kind of love.
I had two loves my girlfriend and I was in love with my car.
Now you might say that is strange to be in love with a car.
It is not me that is strange being in love with a car.
What is strange,is the strange behavior of the car.
Now I got you confuse, or you think IM just plain crazy.
Well my story really begins when my grandfather gave me 1955 OLDSMOBILE.
I was so proud of the car,I even gave her a name.I called her BETSY.
She was two tone yellow and black,she was a beauty.
I wash and waxs BETSY everyday.
I even carved a heart on BETSY dashboard.
I wrote in the heart,ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY
About the time I had BETSY,I met my future wife BARBARA.
She also was a beauty.
This is where my little story starts to get strange.
TRUE BUT STRANGE.
BETSY seem to take on a life of her very own
When I was alone with betsy,she run like a jewel.
When BARBARA was riding in BETSY.
BETSY would run like a mule.
One night I had four flat tires.
Another night BETSY loss all her power.
I thought the cable on BETSY battery came loose.
NOTHING WAS LOOSE.
Whenever I played the radio it came in nice and clear.
Whenever BARBARA played the radio nothing came on but static.
The strangest part of the story when BARB and I was on a pinic.
We were sitting under a willow tree.
I carved a heart on the bark of the willow tree.
Inside the heart I wrote,ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BARBARA.
Just I like I in the heart I carved on BETSY dashboard,
ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY
BETSY was parked on an enbankment.
We were sitting under the willow tree below the enbankment.
Some how BETSY hand break came loose
and BETSY started to roll down the enbankment.
BETSY crashed into the willow tree and scapeof the heart on the bark of the tree
where I wrote ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BARBARA.
BETSY burst into flames and was gutted out.
All except where I carved the heart on BETSY dashboard,
that I wrote ALL FOR THE LOVE OF BETSY.
BARBARA and I got married,
but as for BETSY,I never had a car quite like her again.
I dont know if you believe my story or think IM strange.
But do you want to know what is really strange,
LOVE IS STRANGE
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O Thou the beauteous lofty fort!
O ancient manse O royal court!
O land of beauteous holy dream!
Thou art a shield of mortal mort
Thou midst of ancient royal mead
A royal shade A royal hand
From centuries by majestic sky
In circles of devotees stand
The birds there singth in mirth and Glee
And doth so souls of seraph bands
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In evening sing cuckoo and lark
And with them ring the mystic bells
O Tell thou Dozen lofty gates
O speak Thou stepped magic wells
Sprawling on the rocky hills
In bent of running foaming Ghaan
To save His kingly royal heart
Thy face decor by Shah Sher Khan?
Thou built on ancient Indian lands
Thou Koh e noor of Pakistan
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Artistic hands of noble Turks
They measured first by indian scale
They then erected Asian king
In meadow green in heart of vale
Oh Thou largest than all the forts!
On face of Asian continent
For crowds of people everyday
Thou sing the songs of merriment
O Thou the kingly knight at Arms!
O thou guarded by heavens wall!
Thy face on hilly slope was made
By thousand hands of Todar Laal!
To crush the tribes of Potohar
Who were the lions of Indian war
(4)
O kings , Queens Of royal line
Wherest thou live?
Wherest thou go?
No grave no tomb not any shrine
Wherest tell me wherest you bow?
Thou chirp in birds in
winds that blow!
Or thou in Ghaan bottoms row?
With open eyes I can see
The princess swimming in Baoli
In scented orchard royal maids
Are fixing blooms in princess braids
In castle thine now fairies dwell
They drink the water of thy wells
In horrid nights they knock at doors
And then lie on dusty floors
They wake and dance in lap of meads
In Dewy gale in morning breeze
O harken me departed souls
O ancient stones ! O willow tree!
I fear the fate of Royal king
Thy kingly face who can not see
Who can not pray in Royal mosque
Who can't feel it's mirth and Glee
I fear The callous lady Death
Who in thy orchard roams so free
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Thy fort is in the hand of Lord
He is the owner of this Gem
While thou and me by our heart cord
Can bow to him or sing a hymn
We are the tourists on this earth
We are a grain of desert vast
While phantoms of the days of past
Like kingly jewels all they lost
Nature is free and she is walking around with me, nature is free and the birds are whispering in the trees. They are mating on top of the hill and they just cannot keep still. Look at them flying in that willow tree, looking for somewhere to make their nest, they are flying around like wild beast, pooping and filtering energy in the street. They say it is a symbol for protection and an omen for good luck but when the droppings fall on you, you have to have a strong stomach.
Watch the trees as they stand still and reminisce with the wind; they are standing at attention as they pass through that painful recollection .Dead bodies floating in the stream, tires burning in the deep, and bullets rigged buildings swaying in the breeze. Something has transpired there many years ago and the trees are witness to those memories. I sat quietly at the side of the stream recapturing my imaginary dreams and watching it playing out in reality. It is that powerful connection that you have with the soul; it is something that is larger than life and it is connected to the divine. You cannot see it, you cannot phantom it but you know that it is there. It is bigger than my soul and when my spirit is sad, I become one with nature and dine in that imaginary rapture. The trees cannot understand it, the mountains cannot contain it but the deserts embrace it. Nature breath at the sound of the wind, nature shouts and the volcano erupt, the earth trembles when I bend my knees and the floodgates open when I raised my hands.
Come and sit with me for a while and put your hands upon my heart and tell me what you feel. It is the sound of nature rushing through my vein and the spirit of life that I must maintain, and the warmth of the earth moving beneath my feet. I can see you looking out your window peering at something from a distance but it was hard to connect with that mysterious rhythm that was moving in a different direction but nature quickly turned it around and forward it to where destiny is bound and I could instantly feel that connection and a slight wind came in from space. Nature smiles and rolls its eyes as it recalls that painful sacrifice, meeting with people all over the globe, whose hearts are touched by the untold and so the freedom of nature rolled through the gate and upon it the tree embrace.
The Joining was one of subdued elegance. Seileach insisted on the ceremony being held in the Keep. Jessica was beautiful, beyond beautiful, she was exquisite. Her long red hair infused with sky blue Blåveis and white bell shaped Liljekonvall mingling in a beautiful waterfall along the right side of her head. Rødsildre weaved through the intricate braids that Chroí sculpted through her tresses, the pinkish flowers softened against the brilliance of the natural highlights in her hair with a crown of fragrant red Vivendel circling the top of her head. When Joulupukki saw her slowly walking down the winding staircase in the vestibule, her long azureus gown flowing like a stream down the stone of each tread, he was struck dumb. As she passed from step to step, the living hand rail bloomed deep violaceous coveys of wisteria flowers, a gift from Seileach's Forest Elves working in coordination with the Garden Elf. The whole ceremony felt like a dream. He listened as her bare feet tapped gently against the stone of the foyer tiles and crunched as she moved into the sand path of the courtyard where she joined, arm in arm, with her father who guided her from sun to shade and without any reticence placed her hand in Joulupukki's and stepped away. They stood beneath the willow tree and pledged their love and loyalty to one another, and, at length, were greeted by the numerous elves that lined the path winding through the Keep from the vestibule to the courtyard and back into the Great Eating Hall, where a feast was laid out for all of the village elves to join in the festivities.
Many years peacefully passed as the Elfin Clans' Council refined their guidance of the elves of all six clans, each clan developing their own council that took deference to the lead of the Council of Six. On occasion Joulupukki was asked to offer his opinion and vote on a difficult issue on which the council was split. There were elves that were elected to the council who were hungry for power but none could muster the votes to gain control before their term came to an end. Eventually Seileach was relieved of his position as Elder Councilman and Ceridfen took over. Lumi, at the request of his friend Joulupukki became a member of the Village Council and eventually the Council of Six.
My Child My Child by Laura Delacroix
As I stand under the large Willow Tree
with outstretched arms in case you need me
Wasn't it yesterday when you were so small
Now you stand up so tall
I see you stand there with your head hung low
Just waiting for the next hurting blow
How can I explain the pain wont last
you need to look up and forget the past
I sit and watch the pain on your face
wishing I could just take your place
When I see that you are in despair
and that you really don't even care
I remember you up in that tree
peeking through so you can see me
It seems as though clouds block your view
you think that nobody cares or loves you
But my child you see I have loved you since before you were born
but I truly can see how you are torn
But listen to me child this is only a part
You have your whole life ahead
this is just a small start
If you believe in yourself half as much as I believe in you
you could see through the clouds there is so much left to do
What is it child you are hiding from
Reach Out Reach Out and grasp for the sun
The world awaits for you to explore
all you need to do is open that door
Now climb down child into my open arms
I cannot shield you from the worlds harm
What I can offer is to cradle you like when you were small
Let God raise you up so you can stand tall
I cherish the times I see you smile
I haven't seen that in awhile
They say you have to accept the things you cannot change
i just have no idea how to re-arrange
the way my heart hurts while when you are in pain
I know your potential and what you have to gain
So please my child raise your head high
uplift your arms up to the sky
Please tell your mom you will be ok
that you can see the light of a brand new day
Just close your eyes and see me
standing there under the big willow tree
Ready to catch you if you may fall
praying to God you can just stand tall
Just face your fears that's all you can do
and remember I will always love you
I might not be the mom of the year
but know my child I will always be here
Now come my child pull yourself out of those clouds
when you do we will all be so proud
Happy is what we want you to be
as you are up there in that big Willow tree
look down look down and your loved ones you will see......
As Marion trod the old familiar path
leading to the river of her childhood,
she viewed the willow tree across the river
and recalled with clarity
the event that changed her life
half a century ago - that memory
which for all her adult life
she‘d managed to suppress . . .
She was being chased by Ellie down the path;
Ellie, the fair haired younger sister
favored by their father
and wearing the golden pendant he had given her
when she’d won a spelling bee.
Yanking the pendant from her sister’s neck,
Marion ran into the river’s icy water,
threatening to throw the pendant in.
Screaming, Ellie followed right behind.
Farther into the river’s center, the two girls moved.
Where the riverbed dipped sharply,
Ellie had caught up.
Suddenly the wind blew violently,
The chain with its beautiful pendant
slipped from Marion’s hand
into the swirling water.
Ellie tottered, falling backwards.
Then the river was carrying
Marion’s little sister to the other side.
Marion called out, but Ellie did not answer.
A strong swimmer, Marion swam
to her sister’s lifeless body
on the opposite bank where a nearby willow stood -
witness to her crime.
Marion now was standing where she once had stood
that fateful day. The river had receded with time,
but its current was still strong.
She stood recalling her parents’ bitter tears
and how she had escaped their wrath
inventing her own version of the truth -
that Ellie had run into the water by herself
when the sudden wind came up
causing her demise.
She felt bad, but in the end,
she became her father’s newfound pride and joy.
Something glittered at the water’s edge.
Marion, now heavy and clumsy with age,
moved closer to see. Could it be after all these years?
Yes, it was the pendant, shining in the river’s sludge!
She stooped to pick it up, but lost her balance,
falling forward toward the slanting floor.
As she struggled, a great gust of wind
moved her out. . .farther and farther to the middle.
Before her head vanished below the water’s surface,
she saw that old willow’s leaves flutter angrily.
She could almost swear she saw the form of Ellie,
fair sweet Ellie, beckoning her from the other side.
For Frank Herrera's POEM ENDING WITH A 'CHILLING TWIST' Poetry Contest
we look inside to dig deeper then ever before
a willingness by which to explore so much more
love is all around us as if hope springs a new
many have bitten off far more then they could ever chew
solace is branded by ivy thorns on the impulse of love
brevity is still deep inside of me when I have time alone
to wait in the parlor for a sweet word of enjoyment
the favorable response to its duration and plight
forget the night and the day is far well spent
as if gravity is still deep inside of me but I hide from thee
quietness in a walk through the woods
look at the Willow tree wave its tender branches
in certain traces we get spaces in ordinary places
conscious response to love
to embark on a pivotal point of existence learn to shun its resistance
out of every circumstance learn to take part in life's dance
there are various trials to shape your character into being in the moment
love has united the masses with vested chances
love is the union between man & wife
love is in the moment as you gaze into its light
many have departed from its sight giving up on the fight
the human creature is vast in there intellect
a great cause to wait upon such a love
how you have fought so hard and fierce
my truest love is gone from here
a challenge to be free is a question of time
my one solution is using my mind
living on the edge and its going to my head
sitting up at night all alone in bed
following the rainbow to the sky
I see a vision of you pass me by
Our war were in is almost over
It's so hard to believe I lost my lover
love has gained it also has lost humanities heaviest of cost
yet still dig deep then ever before onto the duration of Agape love
brotherly love to love in a praise of thanks to your fellow man
let the reader understand everyone has love just have to tap into it
from that of space and time we shall shine
the love of your neighbor greater then your self
greater love has the man that lays down their life for a friend
a love sought to depend upon day by day
amidst the barren cliffs hero's glare
through the soul in flight as it permeates matters of the heart
In Autumn as the leaves turn each leaf is symbolic
breathe deep
quick with the pen you have a great deal communication
through words twisted on the vine such as the pale horse to be rode on
Their are simpler things in life such as the honey on the vine
a touch of a flying dash of patience to caress your timeless whisper
life give me the jitters enclosed in my want to be hand among men
the pile of terrific helpings of love sought after its flying dew
an impulse of letting go to congress care free
love is the melody to search from within
enclosed to simpler things the timeless brief cavity
lose touch in thee spread about so care free
awake to better days with a timeless parade
life is what you make it others seem to fake it
building blocks of trees resin among men
ample building plans we lay the score
busy as sought after ever more
building in sunshine muse for gas
we created the craft of building block the times you sought
standing idle near the pier all to draw so ever near
to building up my grocery bill
A time for a brevity pill...
watch the reigning imperial way
off of no display we leave a tray
stirring the pot of bygone moments
there is a castle in my mind
bold advances nothing wrong
sharpen the image of falling emblems
as if caged fury spot the center
we lay our head upon a bed of roses
cluster in the shade of purpose
we arrive directly strict like candy
a gun at hand may be quite dandy
gather through the nuts and bolts of indecision
come close to the age borrowed energy to behold
listen to the Willow tree warm to the smile
caress the Swan in which we can respond
following in the picture main frame residing fine
a clever walk through the valley the impulse grows
exploding dungeons to take you where you need to go
I'm next to doll face make no mistake the century warrior
from an impulse don to discover under the covers
leading strong to its start
as if Tapioca pudding surely melts in your mouth
an average Joe of the South
a brigade bandished onto its pleasant to light
gather never to give up on the fight
a section of a covering bent on forgiveness
in light of a dull leap in perpetual grace
in hallow leaves we are fortunate to behold
the way we swagger onto here below
moments to go a simple ego
THE WEEPING WILLOW TREE
Listen to the weeping willow weep, its cries echo against the
Mountain sides, gentle is she the long lashed Spanish moss,
Whom tenderly wipes away the each tear drop as they fall?
Oh so softly mother winds caresses this timber child of the
Wilderness, speaks ever so delicately hush now, everything
Will be alright, in the swaying breeze doesn’t nature rock this
Wood land spirit, lulling it to sleeps dreamy embrace of
Everlasting beauty!
Beneath the nights quilted blanket of darkness, the winking
Stars of twilight watch over she, the weeping willow tree,
Shinning nay not too brightly, as not to awaken the cradled
Startling nestled within the forest nursery, hush now
These sky beings softly whisper!
The nearby babbling brook falls almost into a silent stillness,
Crackling against the rocky rapids in smooth waves of
Tranquility's peaceful motions!
The pine giants spread out their forest canopy umbrella’s above,
To comfort this newly planted forest child, beneath their ancient
Evergreen wings of grace!
Along the alpine mountain sides, the sunrises warmth baths
The wild flowers within the dawn’s awakening rays, trickling
Downwards in a golden cascade slowly, ever gently whispering
It’s time to arise unto a new day!
The creatures stir within their sleeping dins, drinking deeply
From the morning dews refreshing crisp autumn air,
As the first sounds of forest wilds sweep across the
Green valley floor, announcing to begin life renewed
Once more!
Retracing shadows of the night fold inwardly within
The hallows deepest depth, and the moon yawns
With a slumbering goodnight's farewell, until sunsets
Finally bidding calls upon him again, this ancient
Timeless gentleman, hanging amongst the illuminated
Universal heavens!
Shifting clouds pass ideally by, seamlessly spreading wide
As to allow the sunshine to gently spread sun kisses
Upon the forest clover, growing at the base of the every
Tree.
Yet the weeping willow still cries, and when the others
As her why, she responds in a somber moment’s reflection,
I’m doing what is in my nature to do, I am after all
Called the crying tree of the forest!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Eyes looking for some shelter out along the fruited plain,
a place to rest my head in silence away from all the rain.
Seems the open sky is the only friend that I can trust,
I got no place to settle, I am doomed to wanderlust.
Drifting across the forests clinging to the mountainsides,
lurking in the cold places where the mad will always hide.
My feet are worn and tired and yet still I walk the miles,
there really isn’t much choice when you live as an exile.
There’s something running in my blood and its taking all my dreams.
There’s something flowing in my veins and I can’t help but scream.
Must go forward, can’t go back to the world I left behind,
that can’t stand an outsider, who won’t give up his pride.
Everything has a rule, either written or understood,
standing in the way of action, of doing any good.
Trying to speak to someone and it’s just some social game,
trying to get honest answers drives a man insane.
You try to use your reason and they call you cold and cruel,
but if you then use emotion they will say your 'anger-fueled.'
Act by your own judgement and they name you anti-social,
But acting by the will of others makes a man boring and dull.
There’s something running in my blood and its taking all my dreams.
There’s something flowing in my veins and I can’t help but scream.
Must go forward, can’t go back to the world I left behind,
that can’t stand an outsider, who won’t give up his pride.
Longing to find some others forsaken by society,
like that sweet girl in Kansas underneath the willow tree.
I’d love to pause a second, but I can’t the path is long.
It is the curse of freedom placed on those who don’t belong.
Maybe there’s no place for us, maybe there never will be.
Maybe that’s why we’re hermits stalking the periphery.
Out in the wild places might be the last spot for a man
who's born to a species that he can never truly understand.
There’ something running in my blood and its taking all my dreams.
There’s something flowing in my veins and I can’t help but scream.
Must go forward, can’t go back to the world I left behind,
that can’t stand an outsider, who won’t give up his pride.