summer fades away
as fall emerges refreshed ~
flora take succor
All alone she sat on the walkway
As passers by cast furtive glance her way
And briskly look the other way
Bringing no succor her way
She sat there any way
Staring into space with a look so faraway
Waiting in vain all day
For a good Samaritan to come her way
Has humanity no more empathy to display?
Love should look around without delay
To see her need and say
Come into my abode and stay
For you are my sister in every way
her comforting, loving arm
draped across his broad shoulders
to sweeten the bitter pill...
of withering grief.
Submitted for...
Bite Size Poem No.34 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date written: 01/30/2022
Should tardy relief take full years more
To grace fallen visages with angst taut,
Let kind nature her multiplied joys hone,
And gild final grins past art's fickle fault.
May saddest souls that now fret most
Gleam with heaven's grandest succor,
No more numbed by fear's fake ghost;
Free from inky mists and bleak rancor.
The gloomiest of hearts down with care
Shall glitter under jubilation's final glare,
And forget prickly sorrow's ghastly pain;
Wholly unafraid of shame's broken train.
He'll his victorious head at last carry high
After blacking ignominies and stigmas go;
None shall Art's virgin blossoms blight so,
Killing fresh dreams whose sign inch nigh.
This star-crossed champ at last shall reign,
And his chafing fan her dead cheers regain.
Each galling ache with steadied prayer dispel.
Let that bland hour bleak with chilling thought
Glow with indelible joys of a yet hoping heart,
And knit such merry smiles as cute angels got.
Hold onto that time-tested unswerving dream
That martyrs' sorrows will just retribution find,
That her sweat and blood and echoed scream,
Shall not unavenged in giddied labyrinths wind.
Often hit by a gloating stare and its acid taints,
Hum within a great carol by famed fallen saints.
In your mean travails attended with dizzying pains,
Trust the holy writ that man’s sorrowing soul trains.
Even as false signs dupe that relief roams far,
May your woe-stoutened faith persist unshorn.
If the only light offs into the lowest horizon-line,
Remember the darkest hour is closest to dawn.
Soon shall the mourning soul’s sobbings cease,
For deepest angst precedes profoundest peace.
Spring mix sprinkled with balsamic and fig
A whirligig of walnuts and crisp cranberries
Décor’s sweet dawn of strawberries
A fork and buds to taste
At first so cold then so warm somehow
As fiber and vitamins rush
To aid the holiday’s overindulgence
Of snow and damp, fat and sweet
12/19/2016
Here I sat under the shadow of tears,
fainting under the fountains of fears,
until the lamb of God came for me,
on the cross, he cried to set me free.
Hell hunts to hurt my haughty heart,
sins & stains stripped my soul apart,
until I came to the cross of Christ,
and He saved me from my terrible thirst.
Amen...
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