He finds himself smiling a lot these days
like when another day is over…as the sunlight begins to fade…
and he thinks about the day…and all the memories they’ve made.
Or when they take a morning walk along the shore…
and he thinks of all the memories in life they’ve made before.
But as wonderful as old memories are…now…in moments he’s awake
what makes him smile even more…are the memories they’ve yet to make.
Those moments that await them just around the bend…
the pages of their book…the chapters…waiting to be penned.
Yes, in a life that’s filled with poetry…
what brings a smile to his face at night…
before sleep closes his eyes…
are the poems they’ve yet to write.
Dusk,
depicted two silhouettes
Silence under the glow of a street lamp
Blushing and smiling a little nervously
A seemingly random touch,
breathless excitement
Passionate lips,
soft and slow
Fireworks display from the rainbow
The miracle was there for them alone
This kiss left both
quite weightless on pink clouds
Never will she stop
beetroot chops
My daughter's Tenth time
swinging across
Children behind waiting,
their arms crossed in a strop
I call out and say,
Being fair you are not
Then reaching quickly
she climbed to the top
Pointing her finger toward
the near ice cream shop
I nod in agreement
Both are smiling a lot
My daughter runs over
excited and hot
Facebook advert
I saw an advert
for teeth
a couple had winning smiles
I thought they must be American
thinking of Joe Biden's
dentures, make him look like
an elderly shark
Cesar Milan, the dog man
is a showman but appears
to be good at taming dogs
his gnashers are impressive
In my vanity and some of my teeth
had left in protest
I went to a dentist, asked for
new teeth so I could display
a happy countenance
my god, the price to afford the price
one has to be a dog person
or a presidential candidate
A man who is not a dentist but makes
falls teeth for dentists
offered to make teeth I could put
on top of my old teeth
thinking this was a bit of a mouthful
I turned him down
since I'm not a person who spends
time smiling a lot
I decided to stick with my old teeth
It's easier to say it by mouth than doing it
and whenever I bump into you,
I get a strong feeling to hold you;
oh, if that ever happens: I'll be smiling a lot!
I don't quite understand what's bothers me,
I'm missing the strength more than courage;
what makes me happy is having you close to me!
grant you all desires and worship your sweet image!
We don't insist on what can't work out,
it's easier to say it by mouth than doing it;
does it sound simple to some, but not to us?
we need to be wise and not expect surprises!
Laugh with me, dream with me until fate
is kind enough to make us smile and breathe,
to cherish life or lay down a round wreathe;
what is hard to accept always comes late!
If we are too choosy, we may lose love and all,
living in the moment is a blow to dreams;
nobody seeks a dim light unless it gleams:
stand by me, believe in me and you won't fall!
Make each day even better than the one before
Promise yourself a dinner at your favourite restaurant
Give yourself a gift of that sweater you had your eye on
Little things that help make life exciting and interesting
It's not selfish to treat yourself every once in a while
It makes for a happier existence
You'll find yourself humming happy tunes and smiling a lot
So what if people around you think you've lost it!
Keep 'em guessing and even add to the rumours
By occasionally doing outrageous things
Like sit-ups in the middle of the local mall
And when security escorts you out to your car
Keep singing those happy tunes and waving at everyone
This advice is likely not good for all!
MIST AND MOON
The other night
She woke up with a start
As she felt something soft
Touch her sleeping heart.
The dark room was awash
In a milk-white diffusion.
She wasted no time---
The door opened and shut,
And her grey robe wrapped around
She gingerly stepped out
To stare at the sombre moon.
Her breathing brought a whiff
Of the grass in the fields nearby,
And the trees in the woods a little more distant...
It was the tangy smell of the wintry mist
Quietly descending, or was it rising from the soil?
Details of the land smudged,
The mist was painting a picture in sepia,
With the halo around the indulgent moon
Smiling a quiet, mystic smile!
The mist and the moon, and
An unseen owl's occasional melancholy hoot...
Enchantment held her in an enchanted thrall...
THE END
Sharmila Mitra
30 August 2021
Rights to the poem reserved
Death played sombre strains
Funereal hush holding reins,
Flames heralding gains,
Death felt triumphant,
Life, smiling a smile pregnant,
Said, death can just dent,
Watch me come again—
Phoenix-like from ruins and pain,
New lease as I gain.
____________________________
Haiku |41.06.2021|
He threaded a hand through her long blonde hair
She shifted from one foot to stand entranced
Their eyes locked together, a constant stare
Grey/green eyes, his sensuous lips enticed
Everything changed within, soul sacrificed
As she pressed both hands to her cheeks
Could such a love develop within weeks
Her heart and mind in a constant turmoil
Smiling, a knowing louche grinning he leaks
Burst bubble, releasing doubt to uncoil
Date 23/9/20
Dizain Contest
Sponsor Emile Pinet
I can see you now
you were there when I cried out
I was very lost
I remember when
your hand reached out to save me
you opened a door
a voice from inside
this voice telling me, be calm
do not worry child
being filled with peace
there was no doubt you were there
smiling a laugh
when I lose my way
you told me to follow you
and I followed you
somehow you want me
I do not know why really
far from perfect here
I made many mistakes
you died on the cross for me
giving me a chance
Jesus, I believe
I want to be by your side
hearing your voice speak
you gave me my life
by loving me to save me
you forgave my sins
on my knees, I pray
that everyone who needs you
find their way to you
Edward J. Ebbs - July 11, 2020
Written for a contest...
I think I got this wrong for the contest, My Faith
Little black pearl
Formed from city grit.
Pressurized by violence.
Layers of scars-a survivor.
There were no birds or trees.
Only concrete eggs in broken nests.
Harsh decades under moonlit gunplay.
Never time for a young mind to rest.
So hard escaping from dark, ugly caves.
Finally, you've arrived, rolling into the light.
Not a mirage but something of a miracle.
At the very top of your class, nobody held your hand.
Tassel merrily dancing to the left of a black pearl face.
Smiling a shade beyond bright.
For the moment, color is insignificant.
There's still much work to be done.
Many more hurdles-mostly unseen.
Battles lost, and battles won.
But nothing that you can't overcome.
Wearing bright feathers of a dream.
Little Black Pearl
Hey Days!
You keep moving on
Delays ,
aren’t good for none.
I have heard ,
moving on helps
for something better to come.
What's this Pain?
if denied to be felt
Heartbreak;
Ought to recover itself.
Walk around,
Remembering
the Stories not to tell,
Watch people
Carry it soo well.
Not crying,
I can Believe.
They seem
Smiling a little harder now.
The pain well Hid,
Silence feels bitter ,
Every person
acts out like they have
met something better.
Consider the Stories,
a little Rational,
I hear`I am fine`
in Every Solitary person.
Considerate,
of Every reaction.
I can see their Eyes
Carrying Past in Affection.
What's this Pain?
It cant be denied Access
Flashbacks, each time
Someone tells to Recover Itself.
The past Dwells,
We are a Visitor too often.
The End is Played,
as long as Forever.
So Days!
You keep Moving on
Delays ,
aren’t good for none.
But I have heard
Moving lips lie,
for the times they still Cry.
The Story Continues,
as their survival to Life.
And what's Better ,
that's something
Nobody could ever Decide.
she lay beside the lake
framed with blue eyes and golden hair
smiling a clear invitation
"come to me, let us share"
and it was long before she died
5-14-19
Contest:Writing Challenge 2, Lind68868
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Theme: A Dream
The sky is no longer sad and blue , today he's smiling a bright smile.
1-18-19
Contest: Bring Color Back Into My World
Sponsor: Kim Rodriguez
I have come to the end of my tether today and although you think I’m adorable
Enough is enough put your camera away for what you are doing is deplorable
You promised to take only three or four pics that you want for a memory book
Enough is enough no more coercing, or a black eye you’ll get from my left hook
Hear what I say just look into my eyes; I could be a heavyweight champ
Move in too close you will get a surprise, losing my fuse I’ll kick and I’ll stamp
Inside I'm smiling, a sweet little lad, but if I’m provoked what else can I do
Must nurture a smile without further ado; this look could cause fights to ensue
Peaceful at last no cameras in view, just you and me cuddling like we always do
Cooing and smiling, nothing to fear; it’s all on my face Mum I’d never hurt you
9th January 2019
Competition: Baby Face what’s you THINKIN - Baby B
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr
3rd placement
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