amber leaf falls free;
the branch remembers holding
what cannot return.
America remember in your darkest moment
Murder fell from the sky the nation united
Etched together forever is your united grief
Remember in that single moment the world
In unison the world came together as one
Choosing to stand side by side as a friend
America your darkest day the world came
At the edge of evening,
on a late-summer night,
the garden is pretending
it will last forever.
Lilies lift their pale trumpets
through the violet hush;
roses crowd around
the knees of two girls in white.
They bend over
their paper-moon lanterns,
shielding the wicks,
watching them flicker gold.
Do you remember those days
when life was so simple,
when dreams seemed real,
our faces aglow in the light?
How night arrives
as it always does,
quietly, leaf by leaf,
darkening the garden around us.
Still, the lanterns remain—
each one a little kept summer,
each one saying
not nothing will be lost,
but carry this:
there is enough light
for the next remembered step—
two small shadows
following the lanterns
home.
Remembering love, like yesterday's adventure
When passion was warm, stamina strong
Heart felt desire of its wants burn
Skin dripping enough make you wet
Excitement indulging need for love, oil
glistening off skin
Feel me; deep inside your curves I play
Fingers caressing beauty's cry, salt
taste upon lips
Tongues entangled, squeeze held tightly intense
Grasp of hair, pull me in deeper
Just wanting to crawl inside your depths
Soft tones whispering the flickering light
Night air, whisper of wind across heated body's
Sensuality, you can smell scent about air
Pleasures of love we once knew back when
Remembering love, hard and soft but two
hearts beating same
The last faint glimmers of yesterday fade
The flooding eve carries dark the remains
And pour upon the page of the great annal-book,
Open layed
The day's discoveries
Losses and victories
And the stark realities man tries evade
To only be to be faced some further day—
Scribed on some further page
Like memories regaled in our old age
That prick truth strange
Friends and enemies interchange
Love spreads wide its wings
Comforting
As we look on fragile things
Dreams and hearts shattered along the way
That seem now where the bitter walks of destiny
Trailing to an end befitting a life story
None may know, but me.
The pain in your eyes,
Are the shadows of your past,
Like storm clouds passing.
Music's for the Mind, Closure's for the Soul
When we were young and back in school,
Our parents thought we played the fool.
With country, rock, and rolling tunes,
We danced away the afternoons.
We grooved until the day was through,
When there was nothing else to do.
Turned up loud with ears blown out,
We'd lose ourselves and scream and shout.
With heavy metal on display,
The driving beat took us away.
Through love songs, ballads, stadium rock,
We thought the music wouldn't stop.
At high school dances, lovers bloomed,
Our minds wrapped up, our hearts would swoon.
But here we are, past fifty years,
And time has shifted all the gears.
Instead of Walkmans, we hold phones,
Bluetooth speakers, and headphones.
The songs still play to help us cope,
To fill our rushing thoughts with hope.
We still need rhythms to unwind,
Because the music's for the mind.
But looking back across the days,
Beyond the fading, youthful haze,
We finally find what makes us whole—
For closure's only for the soul.
You were amazing, you worked so hard.
So hard you got a promotion to move to the sky, now you are in the big court with the unseen lawmakers and able to fly high and proud.
We thank you for all your work, we pray for your family and all that miss you today and always.
Death is not the end, it is the beginning of all of heaven's dreams.
For God told us we will all be rewarded for our works and to walk through this life toward heaven's home.
For we know not all of God's plans, but I am sure you got your wings, that you are with us each and every moment in time and space.
Thank you, Senator Lindsey Graham, for your life was pure brilliance, you left a legacy that we can all follow and love.
Fly high, Senator Lindsey Graham, we remember you today and always, we light the sky with prayers, love, and all the beautiful moments that lead us to God.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Born with nothing
Always Dreaming
Walked without knowing
Learn to learn
Holding what I could
Stand where I stood
Break without Breaking
A short felt burn
Empty feeling
Refusing to see quiting
Always engulfed
By choices that wasn't
I scraped for needs
I broke deep within
Life new beginning
I slowly woke up
Cortez the Killer was playing
As we danced in the dark
Weaving a web of love
A Möbius Strip
Spanning lifetimes
In the dark, seeking light
Always light
Until with a light kiss
And long last hug
You left us there
And flew
Beyond beyond
And out of sight
A song once heard
Never forgot
So young, yet so old
So full, yet so free
You lay down your load
Leaving us to gather ours
Returning home silent
In the night
Each alone
In our own way
Dancing a circle
A circle of light.
(5/31/26)
How blessed would we all be if at least one time every day
we would stop…and with a dash of innocent flair
remember a time when we were children…
and found joy and wonder everywhere.
By Phan Tan Hai
ink drained, the hand tilts, weary—
the page says its farewell;
fragrant with a century’s words,
the poet’s soul closes its eyes.
the lines lean, trembling,
the hand grows tired;
the verse exhales smoke,
chilling the page,
piercing deep into my soul;
a drop of ink rolls,
round and unending.
M emories of you last forever
Y ou were very close to me
G ran you have journeyed with me through life
R obins come sing in my garden, like your still singing to me
A nd how I still smell the aroma of your coffee buns cooking
N ever a cross word we ever had
D evoted to one another through the journey of life
M y strong tower you always were
O h yes, I came threw so many hurts, your love soothed my soul
T he love you showered on me lasts a lifetime
H eavenly shores I'll meet you there one day
E very memory of you I could write a volume of books
R emembering your godly example you left for me
Written by Scottydotti 25/ 4/2026
In loving memory
A cozy winter morning at home with Mom,
She hums a familiar tune as she tinkers
Around the room preparing tea and toast
As she has for all the mornings of my life,
Outside the snowflakes fall blanketing the world in white~
For a moment I am home again
Cat three-tooth, cat stone-deaf, cat sidewinder walk,
Old Bealman stalked the croaking, the croaking,
with forepaws meek stroking
airs of a summer cool night.
Bealman, Bealman, Meow & Sealman,
Pacing, still racing, one two three man.
Bealman—frog fisher & free.
Delphinium, the roses, lupine interposes
a shadow of fortressed green leaf
disguises the notion my Bealman supposes—
to seize, dismember it through,
make self-concocted, dishering frog stew.
Bealman, Bealman, Meow & Sealman,
Pacing, still racing, one two three man.
Bealman—frog fisher & free.
Night hours accounting, morning’s surmounting,
a bird warning Bealman, his patience to thin.
Croaking still blending, a flower stalk was bending,
two legs, peaking out, sent Bealman straight in.
Bealman, Oh my Bealman, Meow & Sealman,
Pacing, still racing, one two three man.
Frog fisher & free.
I saw Bealman beaming; I saw Bealman beaming.
How cats manage beaming I’ll wonder again.
Since Bealman was twenty, any beaming is plenty.
I loved my old Bealman, my frog fisher friend.
Bealman, Bealman, my meow dear Sealman,
Frog fisher & free.
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