Separation is
Such a sad goodbye; same as
Returning a ring.
Categories:
returning(a), engagement, goodbye, perspective, sad
Form: Senryu
A gold sunrise, where morning glory grows,
Creatures are stirring, a lilac rambling rose,
Noonday sunshine beams, bright marigolds,
Returning a blazing bliss, as the day unfolds.
A creamy lotus pond, beneath chiffon clouds,
And swans are swimming, an elegant crowd,
Honeybees are buzzing, along erratic routes,
Purple martins warble, before heading south.
The forget-me-not path, beneath bluest skies,
Painted daisies along picket fence, butterflies.
A beauty sun is going down in scarlet demise,
Exotic bleeding heart vine, nature's surprise!
Categories:
returning(a), appreciation, beautiful, flower, garden,
Form: Rhyme
The youth fight for the old
They have not seen fear
Eighteen still young
Going off to war
Returning a man
Their thoughts and dreams disappear
Memories of death
Is all they have left
For the rest of their lives
These memories never subside
Medals won
Placed in a box gathering dust
Old they become
Hero’s lost among the young
All they have left
Are the broken wings of war
Categories:
returning(a), war,
Form: Free verse
White walls and broken shelves.
These are not ours
But many forgotten tales.
Captured by the enormity,
I stand and fall.
Have I the right to wonder?
To indulge in this knowledge
Beyond mankind,
My dunce to your master mind?
Naked books
Yet seem old
Harsh to touch
Though resistant to the cold.
One appeared out of place;
A blood stained cover
Displaying a beastly face.
There was a ladder;
Gold and encrusted with gems,
It led up to the skies.
Earth was limitless
No bounds, no lies.
Then the serpent came,
Tempted the weaker hearted,
Lied and so was cursed lame,
So would he and I.
The ladder then broke
And fell from the sky.
Now I must pay my great fee,
For not returning a book,
That has been borrowed
From our God’s Library.
Categories:
returning(a), books, god, religion,
Form: ABC
Hillary Perfect President
Remarkable, wherever Hillary may have went
After returning a great message was sent
She had been warmly accepted by a big crowd
Trump supports would say for crying out loud.
Hardly a second went by without more applause
And so much attention she continually draws
Seeming to have ability to say right things
While Trumpster's are a bunch of ding-a-lings.
Did hear her each clear, distinguishable word
By Hillary's mere presence were all allured
Re-assured a perfect President would be
Considerate thinking about you and me.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
returning(a), appreciation, grief,
Form: Couplet
“Hoc est quod Isidorus”, she said,
As I ate Swiss cheese
Wrapped in a starch fold,
While blatantly returning a nod.
Never grace my table
With your impurity.
Is it finished?
Indeed!
Something supercilious waxes the eye,
and you beaming go.
I stay for the gladiator match.
But all around I see hordes.
She said there was a transcript in the mail.
But I laid down my life,
And the desert sands
Covered me like a stinging blanket.
Ode to the lost oblivion,
Sung well on a star-stretched night,
Hovering over my soul like a luna moth.
Isidore, never cover my pity.
(Isidore: “The last scholar of the ancient world”.)
Categories:
returning(a), history,
Form: Free verse
The center of a star reflects just like a diamond...
Returning a pearl within each silver breath that one treasures...
With faceted panels, I promised I'd never...
Sweep over a deep sea of blue waves unmeasured...
There is a pattern woven inside golden petals that kiss the inside of my heart...
Parts of my heart that I've thus' failed to start...
With soft fingers dancing, you're forever entrancing...
My star that's eternally far...
A co write written by Liam and Christian
Categories:
returning(a), beautiful, beauty, dream, heart,
Form: Free verse
Her eyes are a sparkling dew inspired shade
So blue they mist with a passionate side
They stare with a loving glace on my face
Gorgeous, tender eyes, ones that come and slide
She looks at my body, a lustful sight
Brings my heart to a boil all sinful like
The love we have is our stare together
Our passion is smart, two as one alike
There’s an alarming feeling of grandeur
Kindness is a part of our lives so free
Romanticism brings delight to mind
Our sweet hearts are bringing intimacy
We hold hands together, symbol of love
Our kiss is fire, a mission of passion
Intrigue finds its way back into our hearts
Returning a love which is for certain
Entered into Gail Angel Doyle's "Echoes Of The Heart" contest
3/25/2013
Categories:
returning(a), life, love, passion, romantic,
Form: Quatrain
The things we bury within our mind
like a ravenous forager returning a find
all the cracks between our multiple side
along with the secrets we try to hide
drowning in illusory shames false tide
respectability can be a curse
not being yourself is even worse
to live a life that's not your choosing
neglected in love and left for boozing
rather ignored than regular bruising
we all get just one short life at a time
before our return to the eternal sublime
just being yourself, enough mountain to climb
can't lose yourself forever, in wondrous rhyme
thoughts can have a solitary hold
so take my hand, let's run, be bold
I want to show you Love before death or old
forget instructions, or father might scold
we dream a story that deserves to be told
the warmth I feel, just knowing you're there
all that's against us, I'm tearing my hair
your hand I desire, much more than air
see, a storm always subsides, weather turns out fair
so please kindly relinquish, any pent up despair
you can't let go of hope or optimism
living by someone else's mannerism
Otherwise, you have lived your life inside a prison,
forced to live inside a prism!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Categories:
returning(a), angst, depression, love, sad,
Form: Narrative
Under the pale blue soft skies
On white sanded sculpted shores
Where the birds cast their shadows
Amid decreasing days of summer lores.
Paths of never returning a thousand ages
Paths of ever occurring a thousand clefts
Cast out by wakeful gates of sheltered eyes
In echoes and the silent sound of the foot steps.
Here in the time where the paths end
Amid laborious hells carried within oneself
Pivoted fingers in moth moulded stance
In ever widening circles of the fiery spells.
Knowledge of ignorance, knowledge of knowing
Knowledge of light, knowledge of dark sowing
Knowledge of deeds, knowledge of the unsaid
Knowledge of beginnings, knowledge of the ends.
And how should I know
And what should I hold?
When I am only a novice
In the complexities of my soul.
Categories:
returning(a), inspirational, introspection, life
Form: Lyric
Here I lay in meditation
My thoughts are completely submersed
Knowing that when I awaken
My love life will only be worse
I have but 3 goals left
I’m sure to reach in time
It’s my dreams on missing out on
Leaving love behind
Many years have gone by
He still has my heart
I only have his name left
But we’re forever kept apart
I have made a lot of mistakes
For which I carry only one regret
Returning a single phone call
And his eyes upon which I met.
There is no past between us
It was again, love at first sight
To risk it all for a moment
Resisting with all my might
My faults are still there
I’m sure he’s got some too
Nothing in this world
Is keeping me from loving you
I will dream and wonder
All the rest of my days
Why you wanted to find me
And hurt me in so many ways.
Categories:
returning(a), confusion, forgiveness, life, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Each day begins as an act of faith.
We cross our thresholds and expect
That no cruel twist of fate
Will stay us from returning.
But the twists await us in their careless abundance,
Well we know, in our hearts, that one day
There'll be no more coming home again.
For many it goes this way with love.
Love parts, returns, then parts again
Through all the shifts and flux of living,
Oftentimes traveling a little farther out,
Returning a little later
With every passing day, until one day, almost unnoticed
It comes not home at all.
Categories:
returning(a), home, life, love, mystery,
Form: Carpe Diem