The joys you brought into the home
A little silver-gray skein - soft and warm
Raspberry tongue and jade green eyes
I believe that you are exceptional -
nothing more, nothing less
You are a door opener, to inner feelings
There will always be hands to pat you
feed you and nurse your wounds
In the reflection room, threads are woven
of future dreams
A long earthly journey of discovery
with life-giving energies
burgundy sunrise
roman silver gray skies....
vultures soar
To my sweetheart, my heart’s delight,
My morning sun, my calmest night,
My dearest friend, my sacred part,
The one who holds my soul and heart.
I vow to love you, fiercely true,
In all I say, in all I do.
Through quiet days and storms that roar,
My love for you will only soar.
I promise laughter in our tears,
A hand to hold through all the years.
In every season life may send,
You are my beginning, my end.
I’ll stand beside you, come what may,
Through shifting skies and silver gray.
Your dreams are now forever mine,
Your fears, your hopes, your every sign.
I'll be your strength when you feel small,
Your constant when the shadows fall.
In every breath, in every fight,
I'll choose your love, I'll choose the light.
So here I vow, with heart so wide,
No force on Earth can make me hide.
To cherish, honor, guard, and grow,
With every year, I'll let you know—
That loving you is life’s great art.
You are my soul, my beating heart.
And till the stars fall from the skies...
I'll love you, my sweetheart, all my life.
When the seconds don't flow with energy.
Don't wish to fight for the space, to be seen.
Essence doesn't fetch you double jeopardy.
Thoughts break through their own fences on the screen.
When I connect through pages of aged time.
My limbs that have run wild, now siesta.
The years lullabies and nursery rhyme,
being snapped away by an orchestra.
Tomorrow's melody, melting away.
Connect often with family and friend.
I admit my hair has turned silver gray.
Life's last journey - we will meet at the end.
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A silhouette
Backlit by glowing silver-gray
Lanky shadow
Lurking in my bedroom doorway
Arms stretch down, impossibly long
Deformed joints, disturbingly wrong
Pretending sleep
Muscles strain, be utterly still
Begin to shake
Body trembles against my will
I dream, irrationally hope
I scream, intentionally? Nope.
Shadow arms reach
Up the wall, across my ceiling
Cover my head
with Grandma's quilt, magic feeling
Love protection, hopefully right
The darkness, increasingly light
Christmas moon, shedding its light
In between morning and night
While the clouds laying below
Try to halt its gleaming glow
Looking at its halo of amber
Comes memories that I remember
The golden moments of yesterday
When being with her was holiday
For, alone, this heart in sorrow
Can't think of way to welcome tomorrow
For, when she left, she took my heart
And tore my dreams apart
But even though, I cross my fingers
Her memory still lingers
Hoping that time will turn the page
To the coming of a new age
December 25, 2023, 1:18 AM, PST, SPC, NE
On mountain top under a silver gray moon
The dust whirls up and settles down
The ashes are doing the same
Well dressed in silver gray and brown
Ashes and dust aren’t to blame
A fleck of dust meets a fleck of ash
They do the waltz and bossa-nova
Be it broad daylight or a dark night
They swing around over and over
Then someone turns to another one:
“What bearings it has on your case
Will you tell, or are you tending to shun?”
Someone asks with a smile on the face
Another one says, “you mean ashes and dust?
It’s just life that fizzles away
Once a memory fails, autumn days last
But you cannot remember a day”.
Decades of friendship have grown every day,
and now we are seniors, with hair, silver gray.
Back in our teens, at a bus stop we met;
from that day on, our friendship was set.
Thicker than thieves, we were rarely apart,
a bond that was strong right from the start.
Our classmates nicknamed us the Bobbsey twins,
and so that is how our story begins.
Two young girls who fast became friends,
planning together for fun at weekends.
Sharing our secrets, both joys and our fears,
laughing and pining, and sometimes in tears.
There for each other through thick and thin.
Forever best friends, my dear Sara Lynn.
LOVE WEAVES A MYSTERIOUS MAGIC SPELL
It knits a great tale for the praising souls to tell
The hearts caught in its colorful threads
Cast a glowing flame that spreads
Even the blades of a thousand swords
Won't thwart the will of their faithful words
Love tames the sound of a thousand thunders
And blunts the blades of a thousand daggers
Love has its own rhymes and reasons
That goes by the passing of the seasons
Even when their heads are capped in silver gray
True lovers come together to stay
Spirit of true love never dies
It's like an eagle that flies
It soars above the highest mountains
In search for springs and flowing fountains
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Two souls capped in silver gray;
Two hearts bound by one memory.
They knew that clouds will call one day
to end the pages of their history.
But sweet it is for them to remember
their days of sun and riding horses;
The gleaming glow of her flaming ember
as he delights her with cards and roses;
The tears and smiles they shared together;
The lights and shades of the shifting sky;
The sunny days they fished by the river;
The times they braved the years gone by.
And, as he held her by the shoulder
as they walked by the sands of white,
they knew that their sun will not shine forever
but the love they had will always shine bright.
Bless are we with peace, in the midst of pain or joy, a pet, a joyful,
full of warm loving life, a spirit that finds a place in our heart.
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My Peanut, a Yorkie
my pet, also my friend
he is my shadow halve
a puppy that loves his
many toys he does have.
My Peanut, a Yorkie
long silky silver-gray
hair, with russet- blond mane
tiny legs, underfoot,
a continuous pain.
My Peanut, a Yorkie
loves his tasty tidbits
you fulfill his wishes
loves you to pieces with
wet nose and drench kisses.
My Peanut, a Yorkie
his barks echo throughout
the residential walls.
My companion from dawn
arises 'till night falls.
4/7/2022
Form M - Monchielle - New Poetry Contest
1. pet/pets
Sponsored by: Constance La France
xxAxA xxBxB xxCxC xxDxD 6 syllables per line
The cat sat on the windowsill,
And stirred a little in his sleep.
Each breath a cloud upon the glass
And outside the snow was falling fast
The children all went out to play,
But he couldn’t be bothered to move today.
The radiator hummed, and the woman hummed,
And the cat hummed in his sleep.
And all about the little house,
The snow was getting deep.
The woman sat beside the fire,
And sung a merry little tune.
As she sung, back and forth she rocks,
Darning a pair of colorful socks.
Her hair is turning silver-gray,
But you’d never believe she had aged a day
Since she and the cat and a box full of shoes
Came to the house on the dune.
And all about the little house,
The snow reflected the moon.
A darker shade of white ~ pearl indigo
Night skies and city lights~ a starry sky aglow
Yellow daisies in gold fields~ red sunsets in a sea ~ of aguagreen
A lighter shade of brown ~ olive moonshine
Lilac turtle doves~ pink love divine
Purple ribbons in blond hair ~ eyes of silver gray stare~ into the nowhere
A glittering from within~ regardless of race or skin
Black sets the stage to win ~ from soul to soul it brings
Heavenly colors paint my mind~ Angelic crayons redefine
~ An Assortment of Rainbow Smiles ~
LATE AUTUMN
by Gregory Firlotte
I sit by the window
at dusk
as the world outside
disappears slowly
one moment
after the other
and the silver gray sun
takes shelter
behind barren trees
to seek
another place
to shine once again
for someone else
sitting by another window
also peering
at the world outside
on this late Autumn day.
Gray skies now linger
and gray clouds now loom
But I am happy
to know
that I am warm
and I am content
to be sitting here
awaiting
the cold Autumn rain
that will soon trickle down
this window and cleanse
for once and for all
all final remains
of Summer away
and move on its way
to another place
to rain once again
for someone else
sitting by another window
also peering
at the world outside
on this late Autumn day.
The day was Valentine's day,
We had a social in our cafe.
I went up to my handsome prince,
Asked him if I could hug him.
Come to love him as a friend,
He said I could give him a hug.
i could see his beautiful blue eyes and dimples,
His tall and handsome figure, his silver gray hair.
We have stayed friends ever since,
I talk to him everyday when I see him.
Sometimes we share stories,
I have shared my art and poetry with him.
He came to my art exhibit,
I had invited him, who would have thought.
God sends these miracles,
Tall and muscular, i love hugging him.
Unfortunately he is moving,
I will truly miss him, love you friend and God bless you.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
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