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silver
tinsel wrap
ped around the
christmas tree in the
living room and glass bau
bles hanging from the branch
es with white lights woven in be
tween such a soothing sight to see as
i start my early morning with some pepp
ermint hot cocoa and i just love these december
days
with
the
tree
Star/Steer poem: This is about a traveler navigating the harsh Free State winter relying on the stars for direction and solace.
The Free State veld a canvas stark and white,
Icy Easterly winds cut through me to the bone.
A lonely traveler in the freezing Tweeling night,
I walk a path to a far away home.
The snow clad earth my bed, the sky my roof,
against the cold my spirit stands as proof.
Above the kapok a brilliant fierce guiding star
Ignites the darkness with its age begrimed flame.
It steers me to my home afar, though
frost bitten I whisper his name
It tells a story of resilience and might,
And guides me safely till morning light.
A baas boy longing for his family uses the Morning Star as a point of reference and a guide for hope.
A Star/Steer poem
The distant star my guiding light shines down
on fields of labor hard and long.
A thousand miles from where my love is sown
I trace its beam and hum a silent song.
It knows the path my weary feet steer back
to the faces I hold so dear.
Does the same star watch over them tonight?
My wife,my children dreaming in the dark.
I pray it keeps them safe till morning light
and leaves upon their hearts a gentle mark.
I promise I'll journey home once more,
Sit with them on our humble floor.
This poem praises a father's resolve and strength during a trying divorce process
Divorce is a storm,
A whirlwind of pain,
but you are the anchor.
Brother; do not drift,
Do not break.
Your children,your focus,
Your reason to fight
Refuse to let the bitterness
devour you.
Hope,choose strength.
Be their rock,their shelter.
You will survive this together
Their father's love is their shield.
(This poem is a direct challenge to skeptics who know nothing about love)
You speak of imbalance,
of pain and sorrow,
but our love stands solid,
a form so true.
Square in its goodness,
with all its virtue,
we defy your doubts,
we welcome tomorrow-
A perfect shape
for all to borrow.
This a poem out to praise the balanced nature of love
Love is a square square.
a balanced thing,
fair when it gives,
fair in the take.
Equal of measure,
for my sweet sake,
no condemnation,
Only praise we bring.
No imbalance
in this perfect ring.
(This poem focuses on a defiant refusal to surrender to heartbreak)
My heart may break,
but I will not fall.
Grief may bend me,twist me,
make me ache,
but I refuse to wallow,
refuse to crawl.
I will stand,I will fight the darkness.
I choose to live,
to breathe again,
to find my strength.
The loss is a scar,not a grave.
I am undefeated,
I am free.
A single star,
a pinprick in the dark.
It doesn't shout, it never blares,
it simply hangs there knowing.
We look up lost
and in that silent knowing,
Find the will to steer.
#Please it's a Star/Steer poem
In the mirror's gaze, a stranger's face,
A shadow of what's been, a haunting pace.
The weight of my chains, they bear down on me,
A constant reminder of who I've been, and what I'll be.
I was a whisper, a scream in the night,
A voice that's lost, a heart that's cold as stone.
I was a fire, that burned with fierce delight,
Now reduced to ashes, a distant, fading light.
My demons they whisper, "You're not enough",
A mantra I've heard, a truth I've lived.
I'm chasing the ghosts, of the person I was,
But the more I run, the further they get.
In the darkness I hide, my true self concealed,
A fragile facade, a heart that's been revealed.
I'm the architect, of my own demise,
A prisoner of pain, a slave to my own lies.
The lines blur, between what's real and fake,
I'm lost in the haze, of my own mistake.
I'm searching for solace, a place to hide,
From the person I've become, and the life I've lived.
in
your
sacred
moments
of surrender
you relinquished
your natural instincts
to angel’s silver shroud
with joyous turquoise tears
and when again you soared
~ you carried dad with you ~
to the other side of the skies
as the sun bestowed a halo
upon the celebration of
~~~ONENESS~~~
*
o
xOx
ooOoo
xxXOXxx
oo-LOVE-oo
xxxXXXXxxx
~ooOOOoo~
~~xOx~~
o
xOx
ooOoo
x-JOY-x
ooOOOoo
~xOx~
I wrote — the Universe — in Light —
A Script — too Small — for Eyes —
Each Symbol — hummed — a Secret Note —
Each Number — told — a Lie —
Energy — knelt — to Gravity —
And — Motion — bowed — to Time —
The Constant — whispered — softly —
Its Logic — near — Sublime —
E = \hbar c \sqrt{\frac{\Lambda}{G}}
A Hymn — perhaps — not Law —
A Murmur — from the Void —
Where Nothing — blooms — as Everything —
And Chaos — is enjoyed —
The Wave — uncollapsed — forever —
Its Breath — a silent Prayer —
I looked — for God — in Symbols —
And found — Him — Everywhere —
True was not your love but my
Endurance my love for you but
The betrayed shattered my soul
But
You
Were
The
Only
Cheat
I
Had
To
Love
More
And
Ever
More
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Latter life is special. Blessings come when visiting a parent. They are not a burden - those who raised you up, if indeed you had a good one.
My Dad is almost 88 and I am thankful he is still here. He loves his kids to visit, a good meal and is always thankful. I am thankful for him and also my husband who is generous to help me load and unload the car and join in with conversation. It has been 4 ½ years of almost weekly visits.
— by Poet
chatting:::cooking:::cleaning
praying:::eating:::clearing
washing:::gathering:::hugging
three
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different
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highways
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home:::sweet:::home
together:::alone:::separate
time:::goes so:::fast
Okra and ripe apple
Cucumber and tomato
Sweet potato and ripe pear
Banana with honey and mango
Pungent, white radish, and muskmelon
newspaper business has brought us far
to these territories where desert rivers
descend from huge clouds cultivated
but we live on twisted lips to build
something for those coming in
oh you who love this place
by the tourist book is a man
who loves a woman by
a guidebook of sex positions now
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