childhood memories
kids life is so much easy
so precious recalls
as the time goes by, marches
"a shame we have to grow up"!
Inspired by Tom Cunningham.
Categories:
recalls, childhood,
Form: Tanka
Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears;
Stained raining forth shadowing grows.
Flows aloft, a top my minds membrane;
This be new day dawning
Sometime placement now
This new provisions shroud
Standing outside of time
Yet holding inside of time
Remember the former things
Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears;
I don’t remember the former things;
Yet I do? My Elohim Father tells me;
Remember the former things;
Remember the former things,
In resolution in my his-story
I so my soul recalls
I am not of the earthen grounds
I am that I am birth from the heavenly
Remember the former things,
I am resound placed in a tunnel
Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears;
A fore runner of my generational-pride
Left the Father and angels’ side
Come through the tunnel
Energy whole placed in a vessel my spirit,
Soul Remember the former things,
Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears;
Stained raining forth shadowing grows.
Flows aloft, a top my minds membrane;
This be new day dawning...
Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears;
4/5/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2024
Categories:
recalls, analogy, blessing, dedication,
Form: Free verse
Shrunken by the cold weather,
winter magic gathers us together.
Shivering as naked trees,
we travel across the seas.
We join our effort to see magic under our knees.
We pray to reach home,
our heart is not alone.
A magic winter delights us
on its own.
A magic winter provide us with fulness,
despite of its dulness.
Under the grey skies we feel small.
Quietly at night, the waves heat fast our boat.
Trying to sleep, we wait for the marmaid calls.
The magic of another winter,
embraces us with our recalls.
Categories:
recalls, allusion, deep, devotion, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
The seconds ran fast
as did the minutes
which never seemed to last.
And the hours took wings
as if racing to the finish
to beat the last bell-ring.
The days flew by like jet planes,
leaving trails to capture the memories.
The Winter months were cold but never grew old.
When young, I captured the memories that arrested me the most.
I shut out the others, refusing all that would render me toast.
From decades past, those 'November Recalls' caused me to smile.
The Spring season delights in bringing resurrection,
And the Summer beckons for 'breaks, escapes, and timeouts'.
And then comes November, following September and October.
November says to me in gentle tones, "Enjoy your fruits of labor.
Time and toil throughout the year have swept you off your feet;
But I have now arrived that you may rise to festive and merry times".
"I have slowed the pace to reflect upon the year's race.
For the most part, a year that has embraced and favored you.
I offer you peace and poise; hope in anticipation of 2023".
110822PSCtest, A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE.
Brian Strand
Categories:
recalls, november,
Form: Verse
They came in a flurry
Was it desperation?
Or
Was she really in a hurry?
Wanting to connect to someone
She loved so dearly...
The man
Now recalling those moments
Tries hard to understand
Her raging passion and desire
With no less a burning fire
Bordering not so much
On physical intimacy
As the unyielding temptation
To chat, to talk, or merely to see
Each other
Over distance far, far, and farther
Now as he recalls
Those frantic calls
He understands her better
And comes out a quiet resolve
“I’ll make her officially mine
How difficult, no matter.”
Categories:
recalls, miss you, nostalgia, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
By my enabled senses five, attention externalised, I beheld the magical world of myriad objects, reflecting their luminous auras. As I exhaled, the world disappeared and through my open fontanel correspondent to the crown chakra, I entwined with universal consciousness, melding with God’s blissful domain of boundless love and soft white light. My subtle body felt God in-dwelling all forms, breathing His life force by His sublime pranic breath, magnetically energising each being by Holy Spirit. Then sadly, as my body aged, to my dismay, the fontanel closed, thus severing the divine connection. I now feel incomplete.
dreams hold forth promise
cajoling us to let go~
for God is within
05-June-2022
Like A Child Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
recalls, innocence, spiritual,
Form: Haibun
That night you came and dined with us
there was a wind, then soft rain.
My hair was dressed by Aemilia
who does it to perfection, and I wore no jewelry
except the brooch my husband gave me.
When I barked at you he laughed thinking
I was scornful of your youth.
I barked – and burned. The spark was there.
Some call it love, an arrow or an illness,
a misfortune not to be evaded.
I don’t call it anything but strange.
Why one and not another? Dear boy,
I said to you that night, love is not a wound.
You thought I meant to lure you with those words
and so, to end the evening, you read a poem by Sappho.
The sweet murmur of your voice
makes my heart beat faster.
One glance from you and I can’t speak.
A thin flame slides beneath my skin,
cold sweat trickles down my back,
I turn pale as dry grass.
Of course I knew that poem
and knew you left off both the start
and end of it, to hide what you were saying
and to whom.
Categories:
recalls, love,
Form: Lyric
An old thatched boat
full of goods and secrets
sails down memory lane.
Rice boils on a stained
stove again. The same
kerosene lamp flickers
in the salty breeze. His
eyes row along the wet
feminine nudity. Often
he shatters a widow’s
solitude on the Kanoli
Bank. He used to steal
the tender coconuts...
The moist events, he
recalls and repents.
Trucks and trains carry
goods. The boatman
lies back on the shore
like a remnant of the
twentieth century,
looking up at the vague
shapes and floating time.
First published in The Literary Hatchet (Pear Tree Press, US)
Categories:
recalls, life,
Form: Free verse
DROPPING SHE RECALLS
Cold-blooded scales, fiery-hot, languishing,
As she dreamily falls harnessing the icy wind.
Dropping she recalls, and smiles feebly,
That she alone sits on the throne, this Lizard Queen.
Today’s Date: 1/30/2020
Arbitrium Divisa 7 Poetry Contest
Gregory R Barden
Original Poem: Lizard Queen dated 1/22/2020
Categories:
recalls, animal, weather,
Form: Personification
Whenever middle-age recalls youth
with its long, exciting and carefree days:
we remember that we lived them in our own ways;
our parents argued that it wasn't astute...
have they forgotten how they shamelessly lied
to get some romantic kiss before it actually died?
Before the invention of television most folks were moody...
there were only radios and vinyl records to listen to,
so the dreamy heart would sing and not be blue;
amazingly today, everything is digital due to high technology.
Even grandmother admitted of kissing her sweetheart over
a few Strega Liqueur drinks before falling face-down on the lawn;
she didn't get caught and that secret has remained with her
until now and blushing she tries to smile, remembering that frown.
Whenever middle-age recalls youth as being innocent and free of all woes...
it may surprise you how it went hand in hand with progress;
in the sixties, Rock & Roll was considered evil and scandalous,
but our frantic moms adored Elvis for his attire and gentleman's manners.
* Strega is an Italian Herbal Liqueur
Translation: The Witch's Liqueur
Categories:
recalls, family, growing up, music,
Form: Rhyme
Night closes in there in the streets
Rushing upon the tar two boys
Racing their bicycles
To defeat
Fearlessly weaving near the cars
Freedom is a feeling
A moment in time
Carefree and one handed on the bar
He looked on them remembering,
Himself at that stage
So long ago its seems,
life turned that page
Where the youthful minds,
carry unthinkable dreams
And so we grow older
And life unwinds
Or maybe we forgot
He felt a rush of laughter and envy while he watched
No protection on their heads
As they faded from the parting shot
Categories:
recalls, childhood, people, places
Form: Free verse
Hooked to oxygen, you can’t recite a line you’ve written.
Remember all those poems full of woodland paths and trout streams.
Lovingly, the words that always knew your name still hold you.
Categories:
recalls, death, life, on writing
Form: Sijo