At age of five, baby turns to a child
Leaving Mother’s lap enters outer world
Curiosity begins, strong or mild.
Fear and Sweet Home are the important words
Inquisitiveness to increase daily
Schooling and study get priority
Adolescence becomes crucial mainly.
At fifteen searching for identity.
Through budding teen ages bubbling youth comes
Sex consciousness appears as fulcrum.
Most vibrant dynamic youth to welcome
Career, Love and Family : Broad Spectrum.
At fifty Perfect Persona is gained.
Lad or Lady fulfills own ambition
Proud Parents : Grown Up Children entertain.
Success reflects through Next Generation.
Last Phase of Life starts at age Seventy.
Last but not the Least, you are to proceed
through hard work establishing entity
Live in full, Life is a Challenge indeed.
“…I’m proud of you…”
The words sting in vain,
The words hit me like a train,
The tears crawl to my eyes,
The protective barrier dies.
“…I’m proud of you…”
My world crumbles,
My words stumble,
My heart races,
My throat rages.
“…I’m proud of you…”
All things lost,
All thoughts are at a cost,
All people don’t exist,
All tears fall without resist.
“…I’m proud of you…”
Get it together,
Get all barriers to face the contender,
Get to laughing it off hurry!
Get the act on so they don’t worry!
“Thanks. I appreciate it..”
They believed the lie,
They will never see me cry,
They will never see the brutality,
They will never find out the assailed reality.
Love is the verbs blossom as roses scented reserve suite line composes,
Love sails an odyssey of Greek ships thousands save Helen impatient lips,
Steve's ebony Wonders love can be, Paul's ivory flights pearl dove at sea,
Seldom ways part transcend sources art, tell them swayed heart mend love courses chart.
September lights love, hate takes a break, Mom's gift from above, mindless to hate,
September's secrets shine on a hill, with fear nigh, sitting high, calm and still,
September birth joys, both girls and boys, proud parents enjoys, hugs, cards and toys,
September prayers lifted Heaven bound, sermons o'er births, gospel voices sound.
Change symbolizes indecision, strange one's loyalty begs a question,
Ere birth month began, hard to defend, trend burden ascend, hopes then descend,
Birth month holds heart and soul wondrously, ops birth alter month finger murky,
My sweet Lord, hold my hand , let me stand, Christ my Lord, September, God's right hand,
Lord Amen ...
Recital / free verse / Pride
Expectation rushes in
As her silent walk begins
All eyes staring
Watching for a hint of emotion
But none revealed
As she takes her place among the muses
No one breathes as her studious eyes
Examine the two-dimensional codes
Then silence breaks
As both hands spring into fantastical dance
On an ever changing ivory and ebony stage
Mellifluous tones, conspicuously full and rich,
Transport all on an uplifting emotional journey
Ears, minds, hearts and lungs
Feasting on delicious pabulum of spirit
Soon tortuous movements diminish
The fantastical dance declines
With final notes
Striking harmonious chords
Deep into our psyche
Our ethereal journey ends
And we gently land where we began
She pauses, then rises
To a cacophony of applause
All eyes staring
Watching for a hint of emotion as she exits
But none revealed
Save a quick glance & brief smile
Acknowledging her proud parent's pounding hearts
Misting eyes and beaming faces
Recital / tanka / Pride
smooth operator
flawless rhapsody in blue
climax conclusion
cacophony of applause
with proud parents’ pounding hearts
A PERFECT LIFE
My head is full of aches and migraines
Eyes filled with tears and pains
I am trying to mask it with a smile
Thought it would be so easy while
Turned so lonely I am shedding more than the Nile
Trying my best to be a perfect daughter
Before the world, I am acting stronger
Perhaps I should let myself out
But what if they do not care I doubt
I have always dreamt of
Lovely friends and proud parents,
Relaxed days, cosy nights and better talents
A perfect life where happiness is rife
What holds us together
has been torn, the unity
of a people split apart.
Both poles have lost
their grip and rupture
into division.
Categories now proliferate
and place each soul
into a labeled box governed
by the ideologue.
Word by word, language
has been commandeered by fear
and threatened with shame.
Good words are put on trial,
stripped of meaning and sentenced
to silence. They sleep in old books
sought out by the apparatchiks
for removal or to be replaced
by neutered covers.
Soon Macbeth will be lobotomized
to reduce the risk of upset.
The grand order has gone mad.
Long lines of citizenry queue
for entry into asylums
now spreading
like shopping malls.
Others won't leave home
and ossify in the safety
of their shuttered rooms.
Meanwhile, to the chants
of a sterilized song,
children skip towards
glittering castles hanging
precariously in thin air,
proud parents happily
clapping them along.
This little duck didn't have webbed feet
Other ducks laughed when they'd meet
His mama said, I think it is really neat
He swims and waddles to his own beat
This little duck was named Webless Hank
When others laughed his little heart sank
After all he had no trouble walking on land
His daddy said his swimming was quite grand
You know this little duck could even climb trees
And swing from branches, tail waving in the breeze
He grew up proud with great parents he could thank
No matter how big the pond, he would have never sank
So how this tail ends I'll tell you my feathered friends
When the wind blows, with it you must always learn to bend
No matter how much and loud the other ducks honk and quack
Pay no attention, let it roll like water off a duck's back
Author Eileen Clark 2022
Shared love genuine
great to have that feeling
Family cares for the most
loving each other close
a bond that is so real
that no one can steal
no fighting and not lacking
Prayers are often prayed
Siblings gathering during the Holidays
sharing memories with awesome dinners
everyone is elated
a community as if it is gated
The proud parents, as they love on them all
everyone is gathering having a ball.
Lying in a field forgotten by time,
beauty on the surface keeps the truth blind.
Grass covering a man without a soul,
etched words begin a story sadly untold.
A soldier sent to fight another man's war,
left his family home and traveled afar.
He found his fate at the end of a gun,
life filled with promise now over and done.
He returned home with plenty of glory,
a solemn end to this young Hero's story.
Proud parents mourned as they buried their son,
joy left in the past, in the future there's none.
Many years have passed and left behind,
a story in a field forgotten by time.
4/18/19
Our Tall Duckling (original title)
Our daughter, always through her childhood,
at least a head above any other girl in her class,
stands somewhere offstage now
with long lashes darkened by mascara
and with lips and cheeks painted pink.
She waits with other nervous pre-teens in her group
where I left them - acting silly and softly giggling
as many twelve-year-old girls grouped together are wont to do.
Adorable kindergarten-age girls are now on the stage,
tap-dancing out of sync to the tune of “Stray Cat Strut.”
As their music fades, they prance away, stage-left.
Our Angela, strikingly tall in her white sparkling tutu
and angelic as her name implies, sets foot on the stage
as if leading the flock of other lovely daughters
of other proud parents.
We collectively hold our breath - cameras ready -
as all the young girls converge in the center of the stage,
on ballerina tip-toes and with graceful, fluttering arms,
suddenly swans!
April 12, 2019 Inspired by Maureen McGreavy's Suddenly Swans Contest
Summer love, a man, a woman, conception, a new born
Ring the bells, amplify megaphones, bugle the cow horn
The ceremony begins, baptism, cries, holy water
From two one, family, father, mother, son or daughter
A priests blessings, proud grandparents, proud parents, birth anew
Hospital papers, a birth certificate, much to do
Tears from parents, tears from baby, tears from all, tears of joy
Breast fed, nipples, milking mothers, changing diapers, oh boy
A songbird sings, rock-a-bye-baby, lullaby's at large
Aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, sitters take charge
A pacifier, a cradle, corners of stuffed toys
Hanging crib toys, singing toys, jingling bells, rattling noise
A new generation, of life, all this, in summer love
A woman, man, baby, a family, from god above
Expectation rushes in
as her silent walk begins
All eyes staring,
watching for a hint of emotion,
but none revealed
as she takes her place among the muses
No one breathes as her studious eyes
examine the two-dimensional codes ...
Then silence breaks
as both hands spring into fantastical dance
on an ever-changing ivory and ebony stage
Mellifluous tones, conspicuously full and rich,
transport all on an uplifting emotional journey
Ears, minds, hearts, and lungs
feasting on delicious pabulum of spirit
Soon tortuous movements diminish
and fantastical dance declines ...
With final notes
striking harmonious chords
deep into our psyche,
our ethereal journey ends
as we gently land where we began
She pauses, then rises
to a cacophony of applause
All eyes staring,
watching for a hint of emotion as she exits,
but none revealed
save a quick glance and brief smile,
acknowledging her proud parents' pounding hearts
misting eyes and beaming faces
early 50's
don't mean maybe
here i come
slap the baby
hear me screaming
now i'm breathing
the proud parents
really beaming
mid december
it is chilly
named me mike
instead of billy
adolescence
before you know it
kind of shy
don't you blow it
moved away
because of dad
left behind
friends i had
teenage years
finally settled
florida
from seattle
culture shock
plus the weather
all i had
sonic sweaters
took no time
skin to leather
from the color
alabaster
here's the years
i discovered
full time friends
part time lovers
a few times
things got drastic
drank to much
acted spastic
laid around
worked on fattening
mom and dad
were not laughing
as they begged
on their knees
find a job
so you can leave
i joined in
the military
with no war
not too scary
found a girl
we got married
had some kids
now it's scary
lost my job
lost my dime
standing in
unemployment lines
found a job
things are fine
moving to
the prime of life
with the kids
still at home
things are moving
right along
from the left
to the right
that's the story
of my life
Happy mother and child
Heaven angel is born
He has so shiny eyes
Hands and feet tiny ones
Heat fluffy blankets wrapped
Hopeful and proud parents
Homes joy is penned today
22.03.2017
- Sun :)- A-L Andresen :)
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Pleiades - H ; 7 lines
31 words
42 syllables
So I love you the most when?
Is it then,
when in sleep
you turn in need:
dark, lithe limbs entwining,
rasping-
a little rough,
like once-used sandpaper?
Or
maybe then,
when you call me again
and then, again:
first on that maroon and black
yesterday's telephone-
business-like trills;
next on my brand new cell-
old Hindi lovesongs;
then again on my iPad-
this time, ' The Moon and I'?
What you say, doesn't matter.
What I hear, I don't remember.
Only your deep bass floats
like fragrant incense smoke
suspended in still air,
long after the phones
have fallen silent.
Or
could it be then,
when reading these tacky poems of mine
you forward them to friends;
a little bit
like the 'showing-off' by proud parents
of a particularly nerdy teen?
Or
perhaps it is simply then,
when standing with friends
on an evening road
at its pine-shadowed bend,
you rest an elbow's edge
on my shoulder, content;
smiling to the day's gossip?
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