by Candi Lynn |
Categories:
appreciation, dog, remember,
Be still your heart my foster mom
I made it 'home' safe
God welcomed me with opened arms
In his peaceful place
I know your decision was so hard
Yet it had to be done
I thank you for my trip abroad
You are second to none
I once have had nothing much
Until you came along
A bonded pair we were such
With a love that is so strong
So thank you mom for loving me
I've loved you right away
Until we meet again, you'll see
Me, waiting along the way.
Forever love & gratitude,
Fudge, Ebony & Angel
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
history, life
My 60’s
My 60’s
meant childhood.
Unaware of changing mores
or real significance of
Kennedy’s assassination,
three sisters
and I
were transplanted
to Mom’s childhood Iowa farm until
she remarried. Though poor, we had
good times!
Our family,
now ten souls, adapted, struggling, while
soldiers fought abroad. Civil unrest was
little known to me. I enjoyed
summers, friendships, radio, kiss in ‘69 -
Moon walk/ childhood’s end.
Free love, hippies, LSD
eluded me.
I thrived!
By Andrea Dietrich
Inspired by nette onclaud's Contest:
"Magic of Decade's Moods"
by Pashang Salehi |
Categories:
age, confusion, freedom, hurt, love,
Persian Haiku (Segani)
My wing altered with age.
The wing that is broken.
My body is the cage.
You cannot find God?
The world is empty of him!
Maybe you are abroad.
I’m covered with dirt.
From this dirt, I am alert.
Alert makes me hurt.
I’m talking to you.
My eyes are kissing you.
The fishes are watching.
How do you know that?
The tree is not my lover!
Spring will discover.
How childish is love?
When you stole my heart again,
How can I complain?
How sad is my tree?
In the middle of a prison;
Even though it’s free.
Tell me I love you.
Is that so complicated?
My colors are faded.
1/5/2015 Haloo
by Phoukhong Sonevongxay |
Categories:
august, girlfriend, home, i miss you, lonely, love, poetry,
Vehicles flow on the road
Engines rumble loudly throughout
All vehicles are running on the same road
But as each of them is different destination
So many people travel back and forth
They step on the same path
All of them are in a hurry and introvert
But they do not converse together
Each of them has own target
I blend with those people
I do not know them and they do not know me as well
I only recognize who am I? And where to go?
My destination is my beloved motherland
I look upon someone's waiting for my return
Darling...!! I will be back...
Phoukhong SONEVONGXAY
Ho Chi Minh City. November 04, 2014
by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories:
lost love, metaphor, rose,
Never accept a yellow rose,
For it's the symbol of love's jealousy.
Soon I'll envy every young man
Blessed to be found in your company.
If you only knew how long
I've held you in my highest esteem;
While wishing for other circumstances
in which I, to you, would closer be.
My yellow roses are unseen--
As invisible as what might have been...
If you only knew how much
Regret will fly with me abroad,
And how much sorrow I'll feel from your absence,
Because I chose a distant road.
by Edward Ebbs |
Categories:
family, heart, life, love, military, soldier,
I have a birthday wish for you today,
Although words are not always easy to say.
In some ways, it does not seem right,
That you are not here and have taken flight.
My heart aches, but I really do understand,
After all my love, I still have your hand.
You have dreams you wish to come true.
This is my wish, my dream for you.
May your happiness be complete,
So in this life, you will not feel defeat.
From my heart with this poem,
I cannot wait until you come home.
Edward Ebbs - Desert Storm 2005
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
home,
The half moon shimmered wanly as she wrote
“Dearest, do you realize how much I miss you?
How long will your trip abroad take?
Here I am in empty rich, luxury mansion.
A hovel with you would have been better.
Or perhaps you do not love me anymore?”
Thus the letter arrived in my posh Rome hotel.
I could not help but let a lonely tear drop down
And smudge the words written there.
Why can’t I find the courage to write a full letter?
Only fragments have I written, not worth sending.
The show goes on and all around me were the so-called friends.
Yet I have none, absolutely none. One day I’ll disappear,
Leave Rome and go back to my home sweet home.
by Yolanda Nicholsen |
Categories:
art, i love you,
you entered my foundation
silence abode the quaint structures
of a meaningful gothic erosion
between a quiet reasoning
as I opened above the perfect
foundery beckoning precision
of a sensitive naught that quivered
and quaked throughout a bias time
tinged with morality that craved
an infamous pout where you collected
shells of sadness and compassion
well crafted amid the calm sea
forming a gentle finish abraisive
an yet shattered feelings abroad
that read I love you back
by Alexander Snitko |
Categories:
addiction, beautiful, cute love, desire, devotion, fantasy, for her,
The one I love is far abroad…
Text messages are faithful pigeons to each other.
There’re times it’s hard to keyboard.
“Love you…” my hands don’t listen to me further.
The one I love is far abroad…
I cannot touch, can’t fondle her smooth skin.
An acute feeling’s cutting up my throat
While I’m swimming in a pool of dream.
The one I love is far abroad…
I realize, but can’t except this truth.
Day after day I’m getting odd,
Sometimes I want to howl like a wolf.
The one I love is far abroad…
I’m suffering, but it is possible to deal with.
You know that our life is hard and short.
Be brave to keep the one you wanna love or live with.
by Johnny Sumler |
Categories:
happiness,
Last night I walked into a cloud of dream
The distant kind where the waters run deep
And you beside me, did your presence gleam...
Beyond the moon abroad my mystic sleep
The clouds, gone with the wind, left skies alone
For us to sing and dance upon the blue
Underneath air above our robes have flown
Only out done by humming birds anew
Mornings magic returned myself to me
And cotton clouds consumed the colored sky
I thank thy dream, as now I think of thee
On light landscapes of love I learn to fly
We share our lips over the crescent moon
Relived by kisses through the afternoon
by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories:
friendship,
I scan the skies as vapor sails,
made wide by distance, destinations
guessed at, criss-cross trails
of global peregrinations;
two of thousands flying high
'til touchdown, from a roaring to a sigh.
Time and separation matter not,
our spirits meld where'er we land,
cities mysterious and grand,
we simmer in a melting pot.
In early years we settled down,
Republic versus Queen and Crown,
three thousand miles, an ocean's span
of redefining can't and can.
An innocent, so far abroad,
an interstitial, like a fraud,
forever seeks the real me
while clinging to your constancy;
expatriate, with memories of
England dear, the land I love.
by James Fraser |
Categories:
angst, family, history, hope, life, loss, lost love, love, peace, people, places, political, warworld,
On the top of the berm
One Canadian soldier stood
His head bowed
Heavily understood
We sign up to do
What the duty ensues
To our flag we obey
Our enemies, we pursue
This tor of abroad
In a distant land
Four lives so free
Leaving families bland
As we awake tomorrow
Knowing of yesterdays gone
We do for the right
For on this world we belong
We are a nation of many
Some days we will scar
Of Canada
Canadians we are
My tribute to the many Canadian soldiers who have fought for not only their
Countries freedom, but to preserve world peace, i bow to the living and fallen.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php
by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories:
happiness,
I scan the skies as vapor sails,
made wide by distance, destinations
guessed at, criss-cross trails
of global peregrinations;
two of thousands flying high
'til touchdown, from a roaring to a sigh.
Time and separation matter not,
our spirits meld where'er we land,
cities mysterious and grand,
we simmer in a melting pot.
In early years we settled down,
Republic versus Queen and Crown,
three thousand miles, an ocean's span
of redefining can't and can.
An innocent, so far abroad,
an interstitial, like a fraud,
forever seeks the real me
while clinging to your constancy;
expatriate, with memories of
England dear, the land I love.
by Asif Andalib |
Categories:
life, love, passion, romance, love, i love you,
Baby I love you 10 + +
I love you like the earth loves grass
Baby I love you very much
Keep my life warm with your sweet touch
Baby I love you more than dad
Loving you makes me more than glad
Baby I love you more than mom
You are my water of Zamzam
Baby I love you less than God
But you are my home and abroad
by Daljit Khankhana |
Categories:
caregiving
Marriage, a belief in relationship and God,
A couple’s commitment to lead future generation,
To understand Love and nature that makes you proud,
To enjoy together in different vision of fashion,
It counts when you speak low or loud.
A self reliance to belie hardness and cushion,
To design a prod to make a compatible goad,
A Fluster compulsion or a necessary ration,
Always parallel that occurs home and abroad,
Moment defines itself arrangements of a basin,
To simplify strangeness that time has a load.
A wise step to write ‘performance’ on a board.
by Maryellen Gozzo |
Categories:
allegory, conflict, deep, depression, desire, love, sad love,
The touch of your hand
so sweet, so firm
compassionate and lively,
though it brings hurt.
But what does a touch bring?
only love, guidance, trust;
a feeling of need and want
a feeling of tangible lust.
In that you have cursed upon me
oh,why? your hand upon my skin
and must my blood have your name on it?
all of the questions, my patience thins.
Your warmth upon my frigid cold heart
release of my evil, but a new form abroad
a curse in my name and my love
of your name in my blood and the sinners applaud.
by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories:
friendship,
We scan the skies as vapor sails,
made wide by distance, destinations
guessed at, criss-cross trails
of global peregrinations;
two of thousands flying high
'til touchdown, from a roaring to a sigh.
Time and separation matter not,
our spirits meld where'er we land,
cities mysterious and grand,
we simmer in a melting pot.
In early years we settled down,
Republic versus Queen and Crown,
three thousand miles, an ocean's span
of redefining can't and can.
An innocent, so far abroad,
an interstitial, like a fraud,
forever seeks the real me
while clinging to your constancy;
expatriate, with memories of
England dear, the land I love.
by Abosede Ogundare |
Categories:
death, farewell, flower, goodbye, loss, war,
The first scent swims up the air,
Filling my nostrils with memories
The flower is flowing down the river again!
Now towards the the den of pain
And the rich beget the rich
Undiluted love now a mirage
Carcasses of aged love
But alas! I say let the flower
Go to where young love is
Let the river take it abroad
If that be her destiny
Let the root speak for it
When it is gone
Let the stem talk of how
Sweet her scents were
Until the sweet hands
Of war came
And she was swept away along the debris
In a river of blood
by John Chizoba Vincent |
Categories:
art, beautiful,
Love and good government
Love and good government
Freedom of speech and promotion
World class country with a welcoming
Atmosphere home and abroad.Freedom of speech and promotion
World class country with a welcoming
Atmosphere home and abroad.
by Beata Agustin |
Categories:
christian, forgiveness, god, love, spiritual, thanks, uplifting,
sorry--- forgive me…
I’m only human like you
…thank God, He loves* us!
* Romans 5:5 ...The love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.
April 25, 2018
by Jean Murray |
Categories:
adventure, car, family,
Remember December?
Us newly wed.
Setting off on honeymoon in
Thunderbird by Ford.
Eloping abroad.
Down Mexico way.
Being so in love
Under the stars.
Sleeping rough in
Thunderbird by Ford.
Eventually it rusted.
Down Mexico way.
Darling children.
Up and gone.
Still I have you and
Thunderbird by Ford.
Engine almost had it's day
Down Mexico way.
by The Situation |
Categories:
allegory
submit to God your lowly condition
assend to austerity with good intentions
kindness will be met with kindness abroad
unity and togetherness our goal not fraud
peace and harmony the good old fashion way
true love in our hearts for all this day
table for one can be for two
if manners and niceness are properly used
and it would be so fitting
for us to thank the Lord
for what we lost in eden
now happily restored
by Herman Dormehl |
Categories:
god, money, prayer, sad love, solitude, soulmate, time,
Yearning for earnings
An annum for my God may be hundred years of His day
My plans included His will, to guide all the steps of my way
But neither “Yet” nor “already been” was granted; I cry
Still my earnings determine my yearnings as life pass me by
Like waters on the ocean floor, should my fiscal standing allow
the boat of my passion thirst float - anyway; Somehow…
But Deo Volente seems distant and far. Like only I dream.
Deep down, puddled up oceans can scream for a brand new regime
Abroad with my little boat on dry ground prevail
Like never before any traveler could fail
Still eager to learn from the God that I fear
Maybe one day in hundred for more than a year.
by James Lukas |
Categories:
love
Your hair is like the
finest silk, your clothes
are made of linen, your
eyes are gorgeous as
the earth and you are
my beginning, your
contemplation is
unique, your beauty's
far from old, my love
for you is an antique, a
story long foretold.
Your breath is all i can
afford, your english is
concord, for you i'd
cease to live this life
and prone to flee
abroad...
by Reyhan Yucebay |
Categories:
peace, people, philosophy, political, love,
Where love so behind
Scare its own arguments
In wish tent of love resurrects
Where love reborn in many kinds
In between beloved in between denials
All be the same love in tenderness
Love so behind in each lost
Love so behind losing dreams inside and abroad
Make a tent to be all world in love
Magician in dreams in house should fall in love