My eyes fall on my dusty box of memories
it holds the eternal offerings from my heart
shared with broken-hearted lovers
these fragments of time
like fossils from another age
are taken from this box
to reveal themselves like stars
hidden behind yesterday's passing skies
where wishes left to silent flight
stargazing through changing times
still, haunt
when plucked roses fell to earth
and parting sadness was a companion
with each picture seen
my heart pauses to remember
the last moment of tenderness
the last moment of heartache
that cry watercolored tears falling endlessly
into my box
where my memories are kept
a reminder of another world
when life and love were young and vibrant
and passion was a fruit
to create memories with
We Love the Nanny
Promise me. Not a word to anyone.
I think I'm in love with the nanny.
She's young and vibrant and dark.
I'm blooming in her midnight garden.
My wires spark. My heart's ignited.
Keep it secret. Not a word to anyone.
I was branded a randy Romeo
I was not looking for Juliet to
sow oats
I was young and vibrant looking
for fun
When I met her accidentally in
the city of the Sun
Doing what boys my age were doing
Mimicking borrowed accents and
characters
Out of James Hadley Chase novels.
I asked her out at the first instance
and she agreed
I felt she was too naive and an easy
picking,
So I thought such innocence
Meeting Francis Moses, my pseudo
name
For cover and get away
Prince charming having ala carte all
in one swoop.
I thought I will eat my cake and wipe
my lips clean
With a smirk on my face I looked away
easy prey, so I thought
But i was wrong I didn't bargain in falling
in love
Cupid's arrow scored the bulls eye of my
heart
And I fell head over heels in love for the
first time.
I was out for a prank and became a victim
instead I got ranked.
Under golden sky lovers walked hillock
Young and vibrant in tune with perfect life
All was beautiful it was idyllic
No chaos, no turmoil away from strife.
Together they enjoyed wonderful view
Magical landscape took their breath away
Like the passion that gripped them, all was new
Pure love so divine they would never stray.
Decades passed with peaceful prosperity
To age with dignity was their desire
Twilight years were lived with serenity
Remembered always youth's passionate fire.
Memories endure of distant hillock
Reminder of tryst that was idyllic.
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If only I could reach back and touch a memory
Does such magic exist?
To be in the room
To see the smile of a young and vibrant mother
My face warmed by the glow of her love
My first new car and the aroma of adulthood
To fill my senses as I ride into my destiny
Would that not be a dream?
The last time I held my grandmother’s hand
I would never let go
If only I could reach back and touch a memory
Any chosen day or night
A lifetime of love
The laughter of friends now departed
Does such magic exist?
Perhaps it does
when the sun sets
i am on a deck of a beach house
watching the sunrise
drinking my french vanilla blend
catching the dolphins having their morning swim
looking at the fishing boats
smiling at a dream come true and a perfectly laid out plan
the only part missing is someone to share it with
i flirt with an older lady who looks so young and vibrant
i flirt with a younger lady who is not feeling my vibe at all
i flirt with a lady walking her aged afghan hound not noticing me at all
i flirt with a lady who is taking it all in like me and responds to my flirtation in the exact same way
all in all, i am having a ball
The Lord's Blessing Is What It Is and What It Exactly Should Be
either way, i am Noticed, Heard, and Loved
also, i have another week and a half of the wonderfulness in front of me
so Thank You Lord.....AMEN.....
Hello?
Anybody there?
Helloooo?
Of course, no one answers when I beckon
Spirit so fragmented, half of it probably traveled to Mars I reckon
Jumped on the 7:20 shuttle and left me at Armageddon
Never been religious up until now
But now I’m praying to the Heavens for a blessing
Did that irresponsible swine want to teach me a lesson?
How do I fend for myself when parts of me are missing?
Do these walls talk when the giggles lessen?
These thoughts becoming stifled by my regression
Why didn’t I get the memo about this untimely session?
Young and vibrant I used to be
Now look how withered is she
Happiness is unfortunately never a guarantee
I should’ve cherished those moments when I was free
Free of these chains
Free of this pain
Hanging on to anything that can keep me sane
Now half my body took a trip to Maine
Un-whole and unbecoming, I slowly disappear into the mundane
Dedicated to becoming a young successful woman
Everly so pretty and deserving of a kiss on the lips
Spiritually coming out of the cave and seeking truth
Testifying of all your sins and making a blessing to a young man with an interest in you
Intelligence is a gift you have and that you must believe in yourself
Noble is how you are in manner and respect to me
Young and vibrant, I can see you as the mother of my children, my love.
I am a girl
I am young and vibrant
Strong and fearless
Black and beautiful
I am neither a wife nor a mother
I am a girl
Knowing my rights will help me carry out my responsibiities
Why deprive me of them?
I have a voice, a clean and loud one, allow me to speak
Its hurt everyday I weep
Where is my freedom of speech?
I can do what my brothers can, and even do more and better
Why the gender barrier ?
My back; my bag
Babies? Not this time
I am a girl
Give me a pen and paper and see me write my story
I want to be encourage to go to school
I have heard about fornication, early marriage is a total frustration
I have many things to say as a give but I want to end by telling you all that I am a girl and deserve a safe space in society
Discarded souls in the hall,
No one comes to visit, no one calls.
Heads hanging with hearts of grief,
Waiting for their end and God’s relief,
What happened to the lives once so strong?
Young and vibrant, it hasn’t been that long,
A soul still behind bright clear eyes,
A mind trapped because the body dies,
Are these God’s people in this place?
Or merely matter taking up time and space,
Clinging to past memories and dreams,
With the help of God and Angels unseen,
Will wait for the day when God will call,
To end the hell of being discarded in the hall
Days
We are taught to number our days
Wishing always that laughter stays
Life then is beautiful and we rejoice
Make it last if we had that choice
Love and laughter go hand in hand
Dancing singing strike up the band
Exuberant thoughts our minds assail
Negatives swiftly conceal behind a veil
Like a sudden shower of relentless rain
Precipitously our world’s in acute pain
Mirth and joy swiftly turned to grief
Death the last enemy came in like a thief
Young and vibrant another life cut short
Amidst the pain and agony answers sought
Some asked the question does Jesus care
Precious memory he came and met you there
Sorely and profoundly missed in so many ways
Through grace teach us to number our days
When night Falls
Barren desert with its scorching heat
Must find an oasis rest up body’s beat
Sun challenging immovable in its jealous sky
Need more water mouth parched and dry
Camels or desert ships traverse this terrain
Man out of his element can only complain
When night falls
A metamorphosis impulsive so tangible
The sun hides and with permission stars are visible
In the distance a pale crescent moon appears
A strange peace and tranquillity amplifies your fears
Gone this energy sapping heat only solitude and coldness remain
Man now uncomfortable out of his element can only complain
When night falls
Young and vibrant been tested and tried
Reached a tin God stage think you’ve arrived
All your dreams and ambitions all became true
You boastfully declare you made it it was only you
Rather give glory to God and heed his loving calls
Then carry on peacefully knowing He’ll be there
When night falls
She is a courteous little girl.
She is young and vibrant.
She is diligent and dutiful.
She is truthful in her deeds.
She is quick to listen,
She is invariably slow to speak.
She is smart at school works,
She is swift to do house chores.
She is prompt to friends' calls.
She loves wholly,her parents and neighbours.
She's her siblings' pride.
She's a salt to humanity,
She is Bintu!
EPILOG
to
ISLAND HOPPING
By
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I’ll meet my old fellow travelers soon, any day
They may not recognize me now that I’m aged and gray
They are still young and vibrant, asking what did we miss?
Weddings, children, graduations an endless list
The chilling wind, snow on the lawn on a wintry day
Smelling the flowers, searching for eggs on a spring day
Sitting in the bleachers, lemonade on a sultry summer day
The plethora of colors of the leaves on an autumn day
You didn’t miss the events that were destined for you
Man’s continuing INSANITY stole them all from you
Mother earth...once young and vibrant,
poured life into all her children
with each new earth beat.
Now lays weakened...like a child across her mother's chest.
The universe cries out...her tears shed as falling stars,
as she cradles the earth to her bosom.
The cancer of indifference spreads,
as the battle rages on between those who would transfuse her
and those who would steal her last drop of life's essence.
She gasps as even her life's breath is polluted.
Her water's which were once sparkling and pure,
now course through her river veins...
infusing her with poison,
which now seeps into the very heart of her.
Will help come in time?
P.R.Deremer
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