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when the sun sets
i am on a deck of a beach house
watching the sunrise
drinking my french vanilla blend
catching the dolphins having their morning swim
looking at the fishing boats
smiling at a dream come true and a perfectly laid out plan
the only part missing is someone to share it with
i flirt with an older lady who looks so young and vibrant
i flirt with a younger lady who is not feeling my vibe at all
i flirt with a lady walking her aged afghan hound not noticing me at all
i flirt with a lady who is taking it all in like me and responds to my flirtation in the exact same way
all in all, i am having a ball
The Lord's Blessing Is What It Is and What It Exactly Should Be
either way, i am Noticed, Heard, and Loved
also, i have another week and a half of the wonderfulness in front of me
so Thank You Lord.....AMEN.....
She was young, like the fawn,
The calf or lamb…
Heart alive with wonder
She wouldn’t listen to fear
Never a whisper of worry
She grasped life by the tail
And said, “hurry”!!
When she married, she expected
More of the good, but she misunderstood
Her husband was suspicious
Watched her like a green eyed monster
Ever fearful of losing his wife
He chose to protect her with his life
Young and vibrant, ever the innocent
She fell in love with another
His heart was bruised and he followed through
With placing a gun to her head
Telling her soon she’d be dead
She only whispered tenaciously,
“Go ahead… I deserve it”
And he looked at her, had mercy
Placed the gun on the shelf
Watched her leave despite the pain
That swirled in his veins
As he watched her close that door
Near death, she found
Was something that would abound
Inside a heart who expects
To reach beyond better
To find the very best there is
The best being love that lives
In the heart of one who gives
Without conditions, completely
Love that instills the belief
That God shelters trusting souls
With His ever abiding hope…
For the glory of heaven’s shore!
Near Death Experience Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
April 26, 2022
Deborah and I feel blessed to be optimists…
to be able to find a bright spot in every day.
Blessed because we have never had to work on this…
we were both lucky to be born this way.
For instance: the realist in us knows we’ve reached a point as we grow older every year
where our eyesight fades a little more and it’s a little harder for us to hear.
But as optimists these two things have never bothered neither Deborah nor me…
It tends to make us look at life a little closer at life and listen a little more carefully.
The realist in us knows we've slowed down…we tire more easily
we are no longer that young energetic maiden or that young and vibrant chap…
but as optimists we find solace in our new rhythm…and comfort in a nap.
The realist in us knows we forget things more often now…much more than we use to…
But as optimists we realize this also makes so many things seem brand new.
The realist in us sees this old couple
whose body parts don’t work as good as they did when we were small….
but as optimists we’re constantly amazed
we have any body parts that work at all.
Yes, we’ve blessed with the ability to find the happiness inherent in every day
and looking back… as two old optimists…
we wouldn’t have wanted our lives to be…
any other way
In shambles I left you
In shambles I met you.
The shambles caused
by those at home
With the help of those
abroad
Would it have been
different
If I had waited?
Twenty years ago
I left you my mother
Seeking greener
pastures
In the land of your
masters
Hoping to come back
And dry your unending
tears.
Would it have been
different
If I had waited?
Here I am
Made and arrived
To dry your tears.
But no
Mother my brothers
Have wrecked you.
What a wreckage
Of you
They left for me!
Would it have been
different
If I had waited?
Now I know not
Where to begin from
To patch you up
Mother
With tears in my eyes
I look at your wreckage
And see you in tears!
Would it have been
different
If I had waited?
Who of my brothers
Young and vibrant
Will help me bring
You back to your
glorious days?
Age is not my friend
My bones are getting
weak
But mother
A promise you have
From me
I will patch you up
Till my last breath!
Would it have been
different
If I had waited?
Under golden sky lovers walked hillock
Young and vibrant in tune with perfect life
All was beautiful it was idyllic
No chaos, no turmoil away from strife.
Together they enjoyed wonderful view
Magical landscape took their breath away
Like the passion that gripped them, all was new
Pure love so divine they would never stray.
Decades passed with peaceful prosperity
To age with dignity was their desire
Twilight years were lived with serenity
Remembered always youth's passionate fire.
Memories endure of distant hillock
Reminder of tryst that was idyllic.
I Words -
Poetry Contest
Chosen Word: Idyllic
Sponsored
by:
Constance La France
01/03/2023
Pixabay Image by Kienvirak
Days
We are taught to number our days
Wishing always that laughter stays
Life then is beautiful and we rejoice
Make it last if we had that choice
Love and laughter go hand in hand
Dancing singing strike up the band
Exuberant thoughts our minds assail
Negatives swiftly conceal behind a veil
Like a sudden shower of relentless rain
Precipitously our world’s in acute pain
Mirth and joy swiftly turned to grief
Death the last enemy came in like a thief
Young and vibrant another life cut short
Amidst the pain and agony answers sought
Some asked the question does Jesus care
Precious memory he came and met you there
Sorely and profoundly missed in so many ways
Through grace teach us to number our days
As the rain comes pouring down, and patters against my window sill,
I think of you, and how wonderful you make me feel. How much I truly
love you, like I love the rain; with all of my heart and all of my soul.
It (the rain) and you make me feel so young and vibrant. Even though I
am old and far from a spring chicken these days. I hear the wind blow the
storming skies around and think of how you breathe on my neck, giving me
soft kisses, and breathing quietly in my ear.
Then my mind wanders to your kiss. Your kiss that is so soul searching,
and passionate. Your blue eyes that look at me and sparkle, like they are
two sapphires on display for their brilliance.
As I wander through my memories of you, I think of how perfect our
bodies fit together, snuggling close, and nothing could feel more right.
You are the man of my dreams. The one I dreamed of often and asked for
from the Goddess & God on my 366th day and initiation of choosing my path.
The one man on the entire planet that matches my passion, intelligence, sexuality, and mindfulness of others in the world.
I find I need you more and more every day.
And oh how I miss you, so very much. My love for you goes deeper than
any ocean, goes higher than any mountain, and encompasses my entire existence, each and every day.
Yet there is a sadness in my heart, with teardrops streaming down,
as I remember and realize, we will never take this love of ours to the
next level. It will always remain a rendezvous. A stolen moment,
locked away where no one will ever see us together.
That golden moment is better than nothing at all, so I push the sadness
away for a short time, wipe my eyes dry, so that I might just enjoy
you for these stolen moments.
And the rain storm silently leaves the sky with thunder
echoing off the mountain tops...
And so it goes...
When night Falls
Barren desert with its scorching heat
Must find an oasis rest up body’s beat
Sun challenging immovable in its jealous sky
Need more water mouth parched and dry
Camels or desert ships traverse this terrain
Man out of his element can only complain
When night falls
A metamorphosis impulsive so tangible
The sun hides and with permission stars are visible
In the distance a pale crescent moon appears
A strange peace and tranquillity amplifies your fears
Gone this energy sapping heat only solitude and coldness remain
Man now uncomfortable out of his element can only complain
When night falls
Young and vibrant been tested and tried
Reached a tin God stage think you’ve arrived
All your dreams and ambitions all became true
You boastfully declare you made it it was only you
Rather give glory to God and heed his loving calls
Then carry on peacefully knowing He’ll be there
When night falls
Quiet winds blow.fall leaves blanket your grounds, blue skies above keep watch on the pond home to fish of every kind, Squirrels running about, finding food to store away, winter is but a wind blows away.
Tall pine, spruce, birch, maple trees shelter your grounds, dogs running about, kids playing in the park, oh what a joy to be so carefree, blessings all around here, a place of solitude, a up of coffee to be shared amongst a good friend..
A line in the still waters so still like glass, bober sits atop below awaiting fish, looking for a bite, a innocent boy seeking joy of the smallest fish to reel in, a simple squeal of delight, a proud parent embraces his first catch, THUS is what life is about.
An elderly couple reliving their youth, out fur a afternoon stroll, their love still as young and vibrant as the day they met, a quick kiss they share, 60 years of marriage stands it’s time, I’m sure their secret is one of “LOVE & Compromise”.
Wolfe Park has its special moments, amidst its tall sturdy trees which provide shelter, have also stood their ground, roots deep beneath the ground, watered by GODS tears, with each spring time rain replenishing our Souls with aroma of dew on the grass, very soon winter will come, blanketed by snow where as Heavens angels, with whom watch over each of us feeding our souls, Jesus is the Bread of Life, we shall hunger no more, His Trees of Shelter keeping our Souls Warm.
I was branded a randy Romeo
I was not looking for Juliet to
sow oats
I was young and vibrant looking
for fun
When I met her accidentally in
the city of the Sun
Doing what boys my age were doing
Mimicking borrowed accents and
characters
Out of James Hadley Chase novels.
I asked her out at the first instance
and she agreed
I felt she was too naive and an easy
picking,
So I thought such innocence
Meeting Francis Moses, my pseudo
name
For cover and get away
Prince charming having ala carte all
in one swoop.
I thought I will eat my cake and wipe
my lips clean
With a smirk on my face I looked away
easy prey, so I thought
But i was wrong I didn't bargain in falling
in love
Cupid's arrow scored the bulls eye of my
heart
And I fell head over heels in love for the
first time.
I was out for a prank and became a victim
instead I got ranked.