Sitting in my thoughtful spot
On the bench beside the lake
Between Christmas
And the New Year, listless
My soul begins to ache
Lace lichen hugs their holy limbs
And I envy every oak
Whose hearts and bones
Are strong as stone
Not easy to be broke
If only I had someone here
To sit in thought beside me
For no matter where
Look here or there
Alone is where you’ll find me
As I get up and walk away
I drag my shadow on the ground
For another year
Is lost right here
And another poem found.
To bludgeon the curmudgeon trudging on among the blind
Or hide the Easter egg upon the stage playing your mind
When word's the play some like to stay indif'frent in the lobby
Among the corn and candy and the geegaws of their hobby
But some afoot are bigger game and so avoid the trap
Set for the blind and lame contented in their nap
A wakeful state of grace in place, entitled and enlightened
To independent thought, unbought, unsullied, and unfrightened
By those who would pretend that good is what they are about
Fooling only those disposed to follow those who shout
I don't know what I mean to say.
I sit; confused by no one and nothing.
Mind wonders unprovoked by the world or even by a neighbor.
No one hears what I mean to say. Im processing, im certain of it!
Staring straight ahead. Head slightly tilted in unknowing, but somehow,
for some strange reason,
thoughtful?
Ah thoughtful;
That's it, I quit! Not thinking of course. Thoughts never seem to quit. I haven't been thoughtful all day I say;
Im going to wrest my brain. I can't think of much more right now. My mind is full for some unknown, but thoughtful reason.
Im convinced of it!
Take a breath, dip and glide.
Letting silken water slide past me.
Counting breathing, counting breathing.
Nothing from my normal world can distract.
Only my own neuroses, lack of confidence.
Feeling I am holding people up.
In the way, undeserved.
Yet as I glide I concentrate only on
Counting breathing, counting breathing.
The beauty holds me, forgives.
Takes my tensions, and like ripples in a pond,
Allows them to distance themselves,
Weaken as they drift far and wide.
The waves subsiding as my mind clears.
Stillness and calm, despite the movement
as I forge ahead, stroke stroke stroke breath.
Water moving yet somehow solid.
Supporting, encapsulating my body,
Weightless as I am suspended,
Fluid motion, equal forces,
All working in perfect harmony.
The perfect, pure pleasure of
Being at one in the river of life.
I see you beyond
your humanness,
your one of a kind-ness.
When you recite your work, it
pricks the ears of nightingales,
they stand still and listen,
their heads tilt to one side,
they are captivated by the rich tone of your voice.
Same—when you write a couplet,
a rhyme, a haiku, a free verse,
sharing your innermost thoughts,
your words remind us of good times and sad times,
and of special occasions we’ve lived.
They make us laugh or shed a tear
cos we can relate and we are moved.
We trip on nostalgia.
The aura bringing your words alive
makes them shine bright for all to read;
enriching hearts, reaching deep under the skin,
arousing goosebumps, while motivating and healing.
Thoughtfulness lodged between each word—
not ordinary words—but words bearing intentions
to display truth, to heal and connect souls.
Our lives are enriched by your metaphors and rhymes.
Dear poets, you are a freaking, exceptional breed!
Just two little words...
May not seem, so much.
But they can caress the heart,
With their gentle touch.
These two little words...
May for some, be hard to say.
While others toss them carelessly,
Most every single day.
These two little words...
Come from a heart that’s true.
For all the kindness you have shown,
I’d like to say –
Thank you.
Joanna Davis
Your thoughtful actions give me a feeling of admiration,
Admiring thy whole being that circled by fireflies in cool eventide breeze,
You remember every single detail about me, sends my heart to heaven.
I can't believe that this heart of yours, inside it, is me.
~Quetzal
J-oyful
O-pus'
A-crostic
N-ote
N-icely
E-mploys
M-y
A-nnual
E-xpression's
T-houghtfulness
A-pplying
B-irthday's
U-plifting
R-emembrance
A-nd
D-ivine
A-spect
Topic: Birthday of Joanne Mae D. Taburada (March 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
In the silence
A shadow moves
Across the sun
Colors turn to grey
As I watch
It move away
A thin line
Decides to move
Across the belly
Of a green fly
As the sun breaks free
Of the clouds hold
A force of color
Is thrown
Onto everything
Where could I ever be
But here
To see such a thing
And never feel
the need
to turn
Another page
Of any book
A-crostic's
N-atal
G-reeting
E-mploys
L-ines
I-n
C-omposition
A-s
M-y
A-nnual
R-emembrance
I-s
E-xpressed
T-o
U-plift
R-eader
E-xecuting
R-ight
I-dea's
T-houghtfulness
Topic: Birthday of Angelica Marie Turerit (January 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-y
A-nnual
R-egards
Y-ield
R-ightful
O-pus
S-imply
E-mploying
S-entence
A-s
L-etter
A-bout
T-houghtfulness
A-pplies
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of Mary Rose S. Salatan (January 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
There is a theme of graciousness
in your bearing that freely flows.
Your heart exudes true thoughtfulness.
There is a theme of graciousness
that imparts from your consciousness.
The more used, the greater it grows.
There is a theme of graciousness
in your bearing that freely flows.
S-cribe
A-uthors
L-ines
O-f
M-essage
E-mploying
T-houghtfulness
A-s
L-ovely
E-xpression's
N-atal
T-heme
O-perates
Topic: Birthday of Salome Talento (March 10)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
It's going to be a good day.
The future looking glad.
With people smiling I'm alright
to humor holding clad.
That sunshine's showing me the way
it's holding me with haze.
And comfort's calling me to come
in moment filled with daze.
That everything I go to do
will cheer me up today.
And lead me to the ones who work
for bonding to with pay.
That knowing there's another day
that simply can't exhist.
without the others thoughtfulness
that without shan't persist.
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