Love on board
The seas can’t separate our commitment for each other
Through the challengers that so be
It’s our love being you and me
Guided through the storms of final chapter
Love will always live ever after
Devoted shall remain
Ida & Isidore Strauss, partners to Mr. Rowland Hussey Macy of the Macy’s Department Store Organization were aboard the Titanic
Their love ever and always strong
When fate hit the Titanic, the vessel that was unsinkable became unthinkable
History that was became to an end
The ship’s crew had requested women and children board the Life boats, but Ida refused and stated with a discerning voice, “Love brought us together, and we shall die together”
Their love was truly connected like no other
Souls for the seas
Their love transported through the breeze
Danger into the atmosphere
Ida and Isidore Strauss spirit transcends in always a preserver.
Categories:
rowland, angel, conflict, courage, death,
Form: Free verse
It's said there's magic to be found in the joy of innocence
and giving credence to the possibility there is a paradise.
I think that holds true when life's canvas is primed, ready
to be painted with the skillful brush strokes of an artful hand.
Life is like a painting, blending colors of autumn's leaves,
soft shades of amber, sienna, and coral, the romantic tones
illumined, yet shadowed by vestiges of life's highs and lows.
The artist is always careful to remain focused on the lovers.
Arm and arm, they may not have even noticed the rainfall.
Lost in each other, both totally engrossed in the moment.
They've found their paradise. No abstract painting on canvas,
this one created with skillful brush strokes of a loving hand.
*painting by Jeff Rowland
Categories:
rowland, love,
Form: Rhyme
Oh happy day, dear friend: happy birthday
All the past you left behind
Now taking up a new task
Bear in your precious own mind
Not the burden to chasing rank
But the real good lessons
As you go through this unknown ways
The lord God's grace will keep your days
Happy birthday, dear young pretty dear
With success ever awaiting
Do not yield or falter
Through the battle, through defeat
Keep moving yet never stopping
Though we are mortal
And all the joyous, all the sorrowing
They are of us and with us to beat
God bless and increase you, Rowland
Believe it, Nigeria shall arise through you
When the long awaiting hope will be over
Keep the hope alive; history will appear
Do not be weary cos heroine march alone
There won't be many but few
Your unrelentingness will be the crown
The dream will never be shattered
Hope you had enough fun Joanee, cheers!
Categories:
rowland, 1st grade, age, art,
Form: Rhyme
Profile picture painted to please Jennifer Lopez
Smiles for miles to the dynamite of Taio Cruz
Sights, heights and flights into serene skies
Bereft of dour dues, hostile hues, cantankerous queues and bludgeon blues.
Laughter in a merry matter to flatter Nicky Minaj
No grenade on a serenade to degrade a flight to Bruno Mars
Urge age to assuage a morose message
Conveyed in hearts perambulating in rickshaws and cars.
African Queen croons tender tunes for Two Baba
Heartbeats, sweets and tweets when love takes over David Guetta and Kelly Rowland
While for miles piles of styles revile rattle sabre
As Cupid cousins celebrate in a style grand in a gregarious gland.
Ouch! Message hits bull’s eye with a cry…No more Cleopatra, Romeo and Juliet
Venomous viper vanquishes vaunted friendship
Torrents of tears dent Eden events. No more merriment to fete
Julie stolen in July, Julie flown Heavenwards in a shrouded ship.
Categories:
rowland, poems,
Form: Free verse
Young Jesi Naomi channeling Trish Roland
incarnate professedly. Hour: you dead now?
Tuba bongo blues like a freight train serenade
in the American night. You slammed life against
the wall, slammed it. Drank it down
with booze stained splinters and mop handle blues.
Guitar licks and microphone screams,
taste like swill and Lysol. If nausea
Permeates your pours, belt it out
From the reaches of your bosom. You
Never played the possum.
I can’t wait for summer or autumn.
Winter though
Categories:
rowland, age, art, beauty, community,
Form: Free verse
Thank you for walking with me
Through the rugged, ridged road.
Thank you for holding my hand
When I thought I had to walk alone.
Thank you for your kind words
That made my heart at ease.
Thank you for your sympathy
That showed me, that I don’t have to stand on my own.
Thank you for your donations
That made my mothers burial possible.
Thank you for the tributes
That made my spirit glad.
Thank you for the support
That made my mother rest peaceful.
Thank you for the flowers
That made my mother grave side beautiful.
Thank you for the cuddles
That kept my soul from falling apart.
Thank you for the dress code
That made everything bright.
Thank you for the horses
That wore lilac and stood upright.
Thank you for the pallbearers
Dress in black and white.
Thank you for the diggers
That dogged through the night.
Thank you Rowland Brothers
For the staff that was polite.
Thank you all for taking part and making my burden light
Its strangers, friends and family
Like you that made my mom life sunny and bright.
Patricia Garcia Howard Bramble
Categories:
rowland, absence, appreciation, beautiful, cancer,
Form: Free verse
Haiku Trilogy
Fox poises mid-step
Rabbit scent tantalizes
Mouth waters wildly
Eyes peer intently
Haunches crouched, slung low to ground
Biding time to spring
Mountain lion growls
Padded feet part tall grasses
Hunter now hunted
©R.Selena Howard-Rowland,2012
Categories:
rowland, nature,
Form: Haiku
Written In Leaves
What have you written in leaves
Penned with your sob-throated beat
Where fire burns crimson-gold to white
We are all stolen and grieving
Blue smoke from the mountain
And withering apples left on trees
We sleep alone on cobblestone beds
In caves, wrapped in slender eaves
And breathe thin blades spun in silk
The cut rose bows not to herself
Nor drops her shell-shaped petals
On the virginal altar inside her temple
Light falling into me, into my breath
Secret hands, the mouths in the sea
Calling trees and the air on my flesh
We have traveled like sky
In the vortex of birds
Let go in January’s white water
©R.Selena Howard-Rowland
Categories:
rowland, life,
Form: Free verse