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Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: age, love, romantic,

These Eyes Have Often Been Solaced

These eyes have often been solaced by twilight's cotton candy pllows moving silently towards a sky's velveteen blanket and angels'silver gowns By gazing over hills to where old country church bells and crickets play harmonious sounds These eyes have often been solaced by honey coloured shadows pouring moonlight zest across the rose plum of my cheek By little antique lamplights which illuminate my soul 's dark cobbled street By winds carrying sea-salts to a fragrant golden sand By tides washing out corals to a distant land These eyes have often been solaced by your return to this vacant room inside my heart By the hush hushed whisper of your voice By the embrace of your arms By the way you love me By the way you need me By the way you want me Like an autumn bonfire before next sunrise'dew fall By the way you lean on me


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: romantic love, sensual, summer, true love,

The Age Of Summer Love



Our summer love began in Gemini with sultry eves of wooing escapades, and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh my lust you stirred with strumming serenades. Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies adorned with precious gems of bijou light, before they’d lose their lustre to sunrise you’d shower me with diamonds of the night. Impassioned kisses filled my sails with love, a rhumba full of rapture neath the stars with rhythmic teasing, undulations of unbridled flame of Venus and my Mars. The time of Libra brings a cool to days ~ still, autumn love sets aging leaves ablaze. May 15, 2018 *(Black)Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: age, love, soulmate,

Polar Opposites

We are polar opposites trying to connect,
Walking through a field of land mines.
Sometimes we don't make it through
Without becoming a bit maimed.

I am the steadfast flower in your garden,
The one that always grows back.
Even if abused, I find a way to blossom.
Tethered together by an invisible cord
Our deep love somehow endures.

We knew how different we were before
We felt compelled to share our lives.
We told ourselves opposites attract.
Now as age and illness becomes entwined
We have become shells of our vibrant
Selves who once took on the world united.

I refuse to succumb to the harsh winter
As I cling to the hues of our harvest years.
I will keep it at bay with songs in the sun
Warming both our hearts 'till winter comes.

© Connie Marcum Wong


Poem Details | by James Inman |
Categories: age, love,

Life's Fading Light-Part 2-Heroic Crown of Sonnets

Alone

For in the end it's just one soul that's passed.
Alone I'll lie in sod of greenest grass
to answer for the sins that I've amassed
at gates of gold I'll see if I may pass.
In to this world I entered all alone
in cold and dark and dank so old I grow,
on thoughts of younger days I bitch and moan
with little hope of changing what I know.
But, now as time reflects upon my skin,
the lines of life grow deep upon my face.
I feel the fear of darkness closing in
and of my soul it leaves but little trace.

     So lay my corpse upon this bier stone cold.
          The end of life so often is foretold.

Faith

The end of life so often is foretold
from storms of pained emotions we retreat.
When colors fade to black as we grow old
we search for gold from rainbows we can cheat.
Through lonely thoughts of our demise we trod,
yet try, we still, to save our lives from dust
With souls we've fore to sold we offer God
if but in his creation he would trust.
In promise lost we bide our time, we cope,
for what remains beyond our short lived lives.
The heaven of our father's faith's our hope,
inside of us is where this hope yet thrives.

     Is our eternal faith enough to know,
          when cold the winds of fate speak soft and low?

Moments

When cold the winds of fate speak soft and low
I hear its voice sing smooth in morning dew
and all of life on wings aloft will go
and fly on breeze of gentle pastel hue.
So sweet the taste of life will linger on
with rainbow flavors left upon the tongue,
like cream filled candy, but too soon it's gone
dissolved like so much piles of beetles' dung,
I know that life is precious as fine gems
reflecting each new moment that we live
with flowers' petals sweet upon their stems
our time in life is all we have to give.

     As years in life pass slow like buds in cold
          in warmth and light the blooms of time unfold.

Lies

In warmth and light the blooms of time unfold
to search through lost emotions is our goal.
In hope that we shall keep from growing old
we capture fading thoughts to keep us whole,
but when the final sunset has gone dark
the memories we cherished are all lost
and only ghostly photos leave the mark
of lives that pass like melting winter frost.
I can not bear the thought of you alone
when life has passed for me and I am gone.
What good of all the sweetness you have known
if lonely night awakes to lonely dawn.

     Forever lies I've promised, you will see,
          as petals fall, my life will cease to be.

Doubts

As petals fall my life will cease to be,
yet time goes on without a moment lost
and still the winds of fate persist and blow
without remark or care or pennies cost.
What worth am I but in your care and love
or have I lived my life in selfish need.
I've tried so hard, for you, to rise above
but in your eyes do you just see my greed.
For am I who you wanted me to be,
the perfect man to share my life with you,
or did you wish for me to just be me
and give you love and promise to be true?

     When end is near I know in you I'll dwell
          in whispered songs of love my heart will quell.

Life

In whispered songs of love my heart will quell
so soft it beats when broken scars are healed
yet pain of loss for you I can't dispel
when left to dream of all that you've revealed.
The secret  words of love that you have told
in moments sweet and pleasured touch exposed
to me are bits of life for me to hold
when fantasies of you have been reposed.
Now laid to rest inside my very soul,
I've loved you strong and deep for oh so long
for in my life you've played a leading roll.
Without you dear this life would be but wrong.

     Though many words as yet I wish to tell
          with tender tears to you, I say farewell.

Death

With tender tears to you, I say farewell,
my sweet, my life, my love, my need, my soul.
From you the one for whom my heart once fell,
this world of pain will now exact its toll
Too soon my corpse in death will lay stone cold
and tears from you will be my sole repose.
The troubadour whose words sing songs so bold,
alas, is left struck mute in death's last throes.
Will loves last flower fade without perfume,
to die unsmelled with human heart's adieu
its fragrant scent to linger in my tomb
or heaven sent, will stay and comfort you?

     At end of life my love I hope you'll know,
          when orchids bloom in beauty life's aglow.

Life's Fading Light

When orchids bloom in beauty life's aglow,
as time, with heavy brow, is nature planned,
too soon the beating heart begins to slow
when passion's ember burns the gentle hand.
With flames of love that flicker old and grey,
but moments gone, as youth filled questions asked,
the feelings lost to seasons never stay
for in the end it's just one soul that's passed.
The end of life so often is foretold
when cold the winds of fate speak soft to me.
In warmth and light the blooms of time unfold,
as petals fall, my life will cease to be.

     In whispered songs of love my heart will quell,
          with tender tears, to you, I say    ..farewell.


04/19/16


Poem Details | by James Inman |
Categories: age, death, love,

Life's Fading Light-Part 1-Heroic Crown of Sonnets

Youth

When orchids bloom in beauty life's aglow
to hold emotions locked in deep repose
in young desire and love warm thoughts will show.
Affection holds its ardor as it grows
to burn inside young hearts in evening tide.
In darkest night the heat will burn and rise
till naked, love's sweet flower blooms inside
and once again my love the past implies.
I'm not the dreaming soul you think you've known,
this willing need that cannot be denied,
is naught if not in love my feeling's grown,
as sad, the winds of change cast hearts aside.
     
     Is not the pain of youth our last great stand
          as time, with heavy brow, is nature planned?


Time

As time, with heavy brow, is nature planned,
to start the quest the instant life began.
It ticks each moment past with second hand
through infant life, to youth, and then to man.
The years go by as sequenced seasons pass
and miss each gentle touch of mothers breast.
As hair of grey like waves of grain amass,
we enter life's most cruel and crucial test.
How quick the mind in once unfettered thought
is now but clouds of muddled pother dust,
and as the time moves deep in minds hard fought,
the turning wheels soon slow to so much rust.

     No thought for life and love can further grow.
          Too soon the beating heart begins to slow.

Passion

Too soon the beating heart begins to slow
as passion spent prepares to take its toll,
and shooting stars burn down to subtle glow,
the mind's illusions dream of heart and soul.
Yet warmth and need can still ignite the flame
if sparks in coals of burning love remain.
Though slow the beats count down each ardent frame
our need for touch and fervor we retain.
For what is good without loves sweet caress
on lonely night or stormy sullen day,
to tightly hold each moment we possess
and guard the heart from anger and dismay.

     The light of heaven's long goodbye's unplanned
          when passion's ember burns the gentle hand.

Love

When passion's ember burns the gentle hand,
so, too, pure hearts can suffer in loves pain.
but lessons taught, no matter how well planned
can lead us down this broken path again.
Emotions find the cracks in crystal yen
then ebb and flow in watered essence's glow,
and grow the seeds of doubt to wonder when
through chinks in life's burst dam our love will flow.
But fill each crack with heart's warm trust and truth
and once again love's flower starts to bloom
like soft bright petals only found in youth,
we feel the sun burn past our time of gloom.

     Through life the warmth of pain awaits each day
          with flames of love that flicker old and grey.

Age

With flames of love that flicker old and grey
the hope of life's sweet nectar I once gave.
With you in pleasured touch we both would lay
and from my lonely heart my life you'd save.
As time moves on, though wisps of shadows fade,
like honey to the bees love yet tastes sweet
but tender touches lost in dark of shade
remain recalled reflections of conceit.
Let not the scourge of time erase the stain
of need for heated pleasure so ingrained
and loves mosaic tender heart's refrain
then end to end our love we'll share unchained.
     
     As brown the leaves float free from trees unmasked.
          but moments gone, as youth filled questions asked.

Sorrow

But moments gone, as youth filled questions asked,
no more of young loves wonder we request,
for in our soul the answers are unmasked
when stars align to find the lover's quest.
In length of day, like shadows, darkness grows
engulfing heaven's promise lost in fear,
and clasp strong hands of those we hold so close
from moistened cheeks we wipe a lonely tear.
No soft and tender touch upon the brow
when, tick, the clock calls out the lonesome hour,
can change the path of fate we follow now,
when life's sweet taste turns bitter, tart and sour.

     As we in fervid dusk filled evening lay
          the feelings lost to seasons never stay.

Feelings

The feelings lost to seasons never stay
and life  grows cold as little sand remains.
But, o'er the heart the mind has little sway
when strong emotions bleed through burning veins.
Does anger, love or hate in time still lie,
awaiting passion's burning deep inside,
or ease in mellowed thoughts as days go by
to tarry in the place where senses hide?
The smile upon my face may turn in joy
though deep inside my heart my feelings burn
as eddies swirling lost in loves sad ploy
awaiting their frenetic fierce return.

     Like comet's tail our hearts burn bright and fast
          for in the end it's just one soul that's passed.


04/19/16


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: encouraging, family, humanity, life, love, truth, wisdom,

Bit Of Truth And Wisdom, Found In Old Age

Bit Of Truth And Wisdom, Found In Old Age

At that age wisdom says life is a joke
consider blindness of other poor folk.
Stop to ponder why on earth we exist
you may just find giving on that big list.

To live well, love hard and thus procreate
easy to see easier to relate.
Living life together with your soulmate
should be a part of everybody's Fate!

Finding life is not about what you got
should be holding solid, number one spot
Tis more about life lived well and deeper
with one you found, knew to be a keeper

If long life, happiness is your great aim
if reaching not for it, you are to blame!

Robert JLindley, 1-16-2017
Sonnet


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: inspiration, love, passion, romance,

The Age of Summer Love Was Kismet Kissed - A tribute with Robert Lindley

The Age Of Summer Love Was Kismet Kissed (a Sonnet duet) Our summer love began in Gemini with sultry eves of wooing escapades, and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh my lust you stirred with strumming serenades. Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies adorned with precious gems of bijou light, before they’d lose their lustre to sunrise you’d shower me with diamonds of the night. Impassioned kisses filled my sails with love, a rhumba full of rapture neath the stars with rhythmic teasing, undulations of unbridled flame of Venus and my Mars. The time of Libra brings a cool to days ~ still, autumn love sets aging leaves ablaze. ~~~ Yes my love, our joining was truly Fate for immediately we both just knew, hope had bellowed it is never to late my destiny was love and life with you! Love, ours glistening rubies and pearls hot-love feasts served upon long golden trays, memories, night love bathes in heated swirls greatest treasure my soul embraces today! In paradise my heart sought your soft touch sweet embrace and curves of your luscious lips, non-stop, crescendo was almost to much on this earth, we took such heavenly trips! Our fated romance proves that true love stays~ through it all, thick and thin, sorrowful grays _____________________________ 'The Age of Summer Love' Susan Ashley May 15, 2018 (and in an inspired response) 'Our Ageless Love Was Kismet Kissed' Robert Lindley May 19, 2018 _____________________________ *(Black)Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*


Poem Details | by Angelo Casiano |
Categories: age, daughter, death of a friend, family, little sister, love, missing you,

A message from Emilly

A message from Emilly
By Angelo Casiano


A message from above to those of you I love.
I love you more than you’ll ever know,
Even more now that I’m gone.
And my love for you will grow and grow,
Like the chorus to a song.
I had to leave much sooner than
 I thought, I must admit.
But you know mom, until I’m done,
 I’m never gonna quit
I left behind some parts of me,
 I have so much to give.
Because of you I’m strong enough,
 to help some others live.
So Daddy when you think of me,
While you watch the Phillies play
I’ll be sitting next to youI’ll be with you every day.
 You’ve given me the best of you.
And now I’m giving back.
I will love you for eternityNo matter were I’m at.


Poem Details | by OP Threat aka God |
Categories: age, dad, emotions, grandchild, grandfather,

I Love You, Old Man

I once had knew a man 
Who became older than a dead man 
A tired soul, he was.
Looked like he'd never seen a bed 

        And

His gray hair resembled a cloudy day, 
With fog, and his swollen eyes -
- looked like someone had just punched him in the face 

His skin was wrinkled like a dollar bill in a child's pocket 
Told to put it in his wallet, but Gosh darn it, he didn't think it 

Through, 

the skin on his face was sagging like the jeans of a teenage delinquent, 
Or like borrowing a pair from someone who weighs a hundred more than you 

His back was hunched like he was searching for answers that lie upon the ground 
He had always kept his walker close to him, it helped him get around.

Too someone else, he may just seem to be an old man 
But too me, he is a gold man

'Cause That's my old man.


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: age, devotion, love,

PROCURING HAPPILY EVER AFTER

Apricity sustains us through the cold
As ageing bones recall days of youth,
Where sweet treasures of the heart still unfold
A mode of love that deepens with the truth

That like a long lived tree whose roots run deep
Our years together strengthen our resolve
To weather storms together as we keep
Our bond of love continues to evolve.

Beauty reigns in eyes of the beholder.
Though years have changed our physicality,
Our pace is slower as we've grown older,
Yet in youth we remain, eternally.

Your aura shines so much brighter with mine
Because we have a love that is divine.

December 25, 2017


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, heart, love, passion, relationship, romance, writing,

The Age Of Summer Love Was Kismet Kissed

The Age Of Summer Love Was Kismet Kissed
(a Sonnet duet)


Our summer love began in Gemini 
with sultry eves of wooing escapades,
and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh
my lust you stirred with strumming serenades.

Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies
adorned with precious gems of bijou light,
before they’d lose their lustre to sunrise
you’d shower me with diamonds of the night.

Impassioned kisses filled my sails with love,
a rhumba full of rapture neath the stars
with rhythmic teasing, undulations of
unbridled flame of Venus and my Mars.

The time of Libra brings a cool to days ~
still, autumn love sets aging leaves ablaze.

~~~

Yes my love, our joining was truly Fate
for immediately we both just knew,
hope had bellowed it is never to late
my destiny was love and life with you!

Love, ours glistening rubies and pearls
hot-love feasts served upon long golden trays,
memories, night love bathes in heated swirls
greatest treasure my soul embraces today!

In paradise my heart sought your soft touch
sweet embrace and curves of your luscious lips,
non-stop, crescendo was almost too much
on this earth, we took such heavenly trips!

Our fated romance proves that true love stays~
through it all, thick and thin, sorrowful grays



_____________________________

'The Age of Summer Love'
Susan Ashley 
May 15, 2018
   
(and in an inspired response)  

'Our Ageless Love Was Kismet Kissed'
Robert Lindley 
May 19, 2018
_____________________________



*(Black)Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*

Susan's Note-

On May 17,2018, after I posted my Sonnet 'The Age of Summer Love', I received a lovely soup mail from my esteemed and kindhearted friend, Robert Lindley saying; 'Your poem so inspired me today!'  Robert had composed a beautiful Sonnet in which each of his stanzas and closing couplet was in response to each of mineHis poem was yet to be titled so he bestowed upon me this awesome honor of naming his poem, which was then titled; 'Our Ageless Love Was Kismet Kissed', posted on May 19, 2018As you can imagine, I was moved and elated by his message and generous gesture I then suggested to Robert that I thought it would be wonderful to combine both poems into a 'Sonnet duet' format and repost our poems together under a combined titleTo my great delight and appreciation, Robert agreed Thank you, my dear friend, RobertI'm both honored and humbled by your talent and kindnessIt is truly a blessing to share a friendship with you.

Here, I present our special tribute...

A tribute to inspiration and friendship!

My Note- 
I read Susan's wonderful creation and immediately sat down to write this sonnet in replyI then sent it to her and told her how much her fine sonnet had inspired me and this creation was the result of that inspiration.
Together, we discussed combining the two sonnets, as in the new poem, now re-titled and given a new life.
A truly sincere act, was met by yet another - that of my friend suggesting that perhaps we present these two sonnets together, showing the second sonnet as the reply that it is..
We worked out the details and this is the resulting collaboration.
Hope you may enjoy this and see that friendship/fellowship in poetry is far, far better than competition/envy.

Here, presented is our special tribute...

A tribute to inspiration and friendship!


Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: age, innocence, longing, loss, love, lust, youth,

Sonnet: ''I mourn for the death of my erstwhile youth''

I mourn for the death of my erstwhile youth,
a time of innocence and naive bliss
which hid from me life's dark, unpleasant truth
but for ever holds all the joys I miss;
a time of mannish beauty, brawn and thews
as of a god in his unrivaled prime
like Heracles of fabled strength, sinews
and might that's of renown from mythic time.
But, O Concupiscence! Do I ache for 
hopeful renewal in my loveless life
through you and for the virgins of folklore
whose maidenhood can quench my sexual strife
      Now in the autumn of my waning years, 
      I'm joyless and alone as old age nears


Poem Details | by Angel L Villanueva |
Categories: age, beautiful, love, marriage, wife,

Endless Bloom

She worries that her softest bloom is gone,
The beauty that was hers in younger years.
She reminisces days of early dawn,
When flawless skin awoke to gleeful cheers.

She frets her steps have lost their sultry dance,
Her slender figure time has cast away.
She dreads her crown to white will soon advance,
So feels it is in vain to hide her gray.

But I do not see what her mirror shows,
For ever since we met her beauty glows.
Her smile, her lively eyes and button nose,
Still weaken my strong knees down to my toes.

No matter what the mirror says to her,
Her beauty moves my heart with love to stir.


Poem Details | by Rhona McFerran |
Categories: age, life, love, people, uplifting, woman,

Old Flames

They called her the Fire Woman
for wherever there was fire
she was there

In the Fall
when all
the brush needed clearing
in Spring
when everything
else needed to be burned
she showed up, smiling
beguiling flames
to her beck and call

Her tall, brown-skinned frame
'though lean and weathered
and stooped a bit
was still powerful and somewhat
imposing- not so much in
her physical presence
as in her demeanor
and the silent
sparkle
in her amber eyes
as if embers
from the flames
were in her spirit
and fire itself was in her soul

She was old
no one knew her exact age
or much about her
except that she loved
to play with fire
and it fell and rose
to her every whim

No one could lay claim
to controlling fire
but her...
and then him-

A strange romance
between the Fireman
and the Fire Woman began
a love that revolved and
flickered around
their common passion
for flames
one who started fires and
one who put them out
without a doubt
it was intense heat
that drew them together

But unlike young lovers
who easily get burned
they were slow and steady
patiently tending
their home fires
taking care to control
and manage the blaze to
gently keep it going, and not
let it get too cool or too hot, but
just right for a brisk, chilly night

Two old flames
burning toward the end of life
keeping each other
from the cold


Poem Details | by Kristopher Higgs |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, africa, age, allah, allegory, america, analogy, angel, anger, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, blue, day, dedication, devotion, faith, happiness, lost love, love, me, passion, words,

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


Poem Details | by Kelly Zakerski |
Categories: age, childhood, children, daughter, family, children, kids, funny, health, humor, humorous, life, love, mother, people, time, work,

THE AGING PROCESS

Many years ago, when we were all young,
We really thought life, would be so much fun.
While playing dress-up, trying on mom’s stuff,
Putting on make-up, we found to be tough.

Then came our schooling, and boy things would change,
“Those aren’t our parents”, when they acted strange.
Sometimes they were hip, but old-fashioned too,
That’s something I swore, I would never do.

Wishing you were older, adults had it made,
They would do nothing, yet still would be paid.
That is how little, we all had known,
We surely found out, once we were grown.

Loving the twenties, we’d go out with friends,
When we went shopping, we followed the trends.
Doing what we wanted, and staying out late,
It didn’t matter, what time we all ate.

Then came the thirties, and most of us wed,
Watch what you wish for, my parents had said.
We had to work hard, many bills to pay,
I guess they were right, what more can I say?

Raising your children, was hardest of all,
Needing some advice, your parent’s you’d call.
It seemed so easy, they needed no rest,
So now it’s your turn, you learned from the best.

The forties arrived, that was a shocker,
We’d spend lots of time, just at the doctor.
Back aches and headaches, so tired you’d be,
Trying not to cough, or else you would pee.

The fifties would come, and your grandkids too,
Where were your glasses? You hadn’t a clue.
You searched here and there, and under the bed,
“Hey grandma” they laughed, “They’re right on your head”.

Here come the sixties, now let’s have some fun,
You are retired; your work is all done.
To dinner with friends, you dressed and you wait,
They never show up, you have the wrong date.

Now the seventies, with friends playing games,
If only you could, remember their names.
You try hard to hide, those under-eye bags,
Gravity happens, and everything sags.

Enjoy every day, and have a good laugh,
All the steps you took, led down a new path.
Live life as it comes, each year a new page,
One thing is for sure, everyone will age.


Poem Details | by Sheri Fresonke Harper |
Categories: age, autumn, home, love, seasons, time, tree,

Memories on Branches

How did a cherry kiss? Bitter flower petals with sweet pistils.
So laden they act as halos while we breathe the love
in a pink hollow, silence sounding like taste, acting like epistle
to hold this moment in a silvery image, like moon, or  dove
low, low, a bowl formed while sunshine flickers above.

Chains of yellow petals hang over our deck, the leaves hands--
offer welcome resting branch, our sheltered home.
Seeds follow close, fragile like beans, hard case to feed the land
crawl before God, they say, be grateful as we weed and stir loam.
Together seeds and flowers and hands make a life a poem.

Awaiting the sumac, the flame at summer's ending is fruitless
we've passed the feathering, the pimping of red underneath bristle
the deer horn softness crawling out in oddest places in a mess
lining the sand pond, above the purpled iris, the pestle
of stone and sun, no rain to bring down sumac's fiery trestle.

Vulturous crows squawk and fight the ring-billed sea gulls
waiting, one in the bared hollow hands of the cottonwood
the other fat-bellied and waddling after rain finally dulls
we're under hoodies,  under shivers, our neighborhood
waits the pinking and mossing, will it unfurl new wood?


Poem Details | by brandy wassam |
Categories: age, beauty, birthday, celebration, christian, mom, mother daughter,

a mothers love

on this special day
I doest say
that thy mother is of graceful sort
it hath been said she is devine
and I do holdeth this to be true
now dearest mother may I be so bold
to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old
as true as this be
you still grasp your faith 
like the roots of a tree
tis said you are wise
and this I have found true
the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you 
as your thoughts become known 
only then your age is shown


Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: age, angel, animal, bereavement, best friend, blessing, care, caregiving, character, death, dedication, devotion, dog, emotions, farewell, feelings, friend, friendship, grave, heaven, husband, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost love, miracle, moving on, mystery, old, pets, prayer, religious, sorrow, soulmate, spiritual, sweet, together, tribute, wife,

Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
After the last one was planted, he sniffed it;
Then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled“I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.” 
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.

She smiled through her tears 
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too His name was Pal.”


Poem Details | by Guru Jad |
Categories: age, birth, journey, love, lust,

A Long Journey Made Short

Little Innocence was forged into the world 
A shrill Sound flickered around the expecting eyes
Laughter carved out of marble 
A statue thought to beat immortality 
Yet Fear had a surprise
It crept into the cradle with ease
Laughter was choked
Tears burst instead
And Sadness had a form
Evil found in youth a red soil
Jealousy marched with Envy
Lust befriended Desire
Until cupid threw a bunch of arrows
Adventure appeared
Excitement beyond description
A Thrill with no past
Sentiments were aroused
Pride threw some words
Ego played its part
And when Love meddled to defend its territory
The Heart bled in utter silence! 


© Guru Jad 2013


Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: age, beach, love, romance,

Romance Again


A swimming cloud became the mist;
our morning peace stirred inner light.
Before the sun rose ending night,
our honesty lit passion’s flight  

We met sea crests as morning kissed
a gently rolling shore of gulls,
white-wings seeking sea’s tranquil lull
as dawn’s light winked on distant hulls.

Soft sands of gold, our walks I’d missed.
To cradle love at break of day,
we once began each day this way,
before our golden years turned gray

Now, hands entwined, we reminisce.
Our laughter breaks the silent dawn.
Fond memories I thought long gone,
come flooding back to carry on.

I want for nothing more than this - 
our worlds collide, a second chance
With children grown, a new romance,  
upon our beach, rekindled dance.

A swimming cloud became the mist;
we met sea crests as morning kissed
soft sands of gold; our walks, I'd missed.
Now hands entwined, we reminisce.
I want for nothing more than this.
    


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: angst, death, family, father, history, hope, husband, life, loss, lost love, people, places, political, sad, son, warhome, home,

Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance





James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "



Poem Details | by Afolabi Muideen |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allegory, anger, anxiety, betrayal,

LOVE

Cessation the love
Household has been scattered
When love lost

Humming in the community
Malicious gossip in the society
Disorder in the society
Degrading the society
Society has been scattered
When love lost

Humming in the state
Malevolent rumour in the state
As the day chameleon to night
Insomnia in state
Peace elude state
State has been scattered
When love lost

Mystery to nation
When    love    lost

Oh! It is a dream
Why do we stop loving
While love exist
Love is above all existent


Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: age, life, romantic, true love,

I Will Love You More


As we step closer to our final door,
when words succumb to days of restless sleep,
and dance retreats into a stiffened creep,
I wonder, will you love me even more?
For I will answer with my final breath,
that I will love you more on coldest night
as outer beauty dims to inner light
when aging hands entwined do embrace death.

Tis easier to love in summer heat,
while springtime of our love does not yet slip
from thoughts and dew still moistens our warm lips.
Our June days liven blooms beneath our feet!
But autumn days will fade to wintry snow
as surely as my love for you will grow.


For Mystic's How Do I Love Thee? Contest, 2/22/16


Poem Details | by L. J. Carber |
Categories: age, appreciation, inspirational, love, nostalgia, relationship, soulmate,

An Aging Wife

I look at her and I can see
a woman approaching slowly 
the land of old age, her 
night-black hair invaded by
lonely grey strands, stragglers
of an approaching army, a 
relentless force built over
sixty years, stealing bits of 
her beauty, loosening her
skin, lightening her bones.

I now can easily see the old woman
she will become, and while I miss her
light-stepping, insouciant youth
which pulled both heart and body,
at last I can hear love's secret sound
as she draws my soul ever closer.

(May, 2015)












































Poem Details | by Pashang Salehi |
Categories: age, anger, conflict, love, pain,

I remain

                          I remain…  

What is this cane? What is this pain? I remain.
Within my house, mirrors complain, I remain.
My spring gone by, summer was dry, and now what?
The winter cold, my life disdain, I remain.
The sounds are dim, the sight is gone, the grey hair;
Nothing feels right, crying like rain, I remain.
My nights veil fear, the end is near and so death;
Within each step a major strain, I remain.
What is this life? Suddenly changed, mere lies;
The things I loved never sustain, I remain.
My youth is gone, the thing is left is called pain.
The life of pain it’s so mundane, I remain.
Nothing seems real, bitterness reveal, and so!
What else can do? If you explain, I remain.
Tell me “Haloo” from this life what I should seek?
It’s only love that will remain, I remain.

3/16/2016 Haloo

Give me a Ghazal poetry contest
sponsored by: Timothy Hicks 


Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: age, emotions, mother daughter,

Who Is This Woman I Love

She was beauty, softness and she was grace.
She was loves maintained, ever giving face.
She was forgiveness in gesture soothing pace.
She trimmed my self-worth with maternal lace.
She was my one dependable home place.
Forever, I will gratefully bear her trace.

Now eight decades render her most changed.
No longer is joy or logic found in her campaign.
She clutches bitterness to allow its reign
as though bitter be her only lifetime gain.
She seems to fist, produce and seed blame.
She bruises the past with a grim, ugly stain.

How I miss and desire the woman I knew
whose wisdom aided me on and through.
I long for the laughter that would ensue
whenever we gathered alone, just us two.
I cry for the woman I always turned to
whenever I was joyous, confused or blue.

She is my beloved Mother and she is not.
My best attempts fail as her remedy sought.
I break in dark pieces seeing her so caught
in the bitter web of resentment’s sick plot.
I know not if karma fated her this distraught
or what spiritual truth may ease both our knots.





..CayCay Jennings
November 30, 2016


Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: absence, age, love,

The Meeting

The glamour of her skin faded
 like late-afternoon sunbeams 
that settled  on rose petals 'dust

But , not the light in her wide chatoyant eyes
That light was still  glowing bright
Like a  freshly washed white frock of an ingenue child
A child who knew, each flutter of a butterfly churning deep inside
was to be preserved  for this ineffable  day
Today , the day She was to greet 'the one '
Down the valley , by the orchid tree
where minutes ticked seconds and time.

For so long , She waited for this moment
to  turn and find him there , to look him in those eyes
 Eyes circled with wrinkles of loss and laughter
of many deaths and life.


His demure maiden The cynosure  who filled his thoughts
without even knowing  how or why ,  For weeks, months, and  years
Was She there by his side ,or was this another betraying vision 
of the lissome lady's smile ?

It was her voice It was the mellifluous  sound of her song
lulling him into  sleep.This was not Endymion's dream
Nor an unheard wish  on spumes of falling stars.
This was the warmth of his breath upon her neck's nape
It was their once so vacant hearts , beating one to one.

It was their holding of hands, their first promised dance.
A panacea to a long term desease of loss , and loss again.

A new chapter  -to be continued
A sempiternal journey  of what little time remains
Trembling hands ,Scribbling verses on hopskotch 
Alll ending with  the same repeated names
 and unforgettable joyous refrains



Thanks for the ten words challenge S.One
1) Glamour , 2) Chatoyant,  3) Igenue , 4) ineffable , 5) demure
6) Sempiternal , 7) panacea, 8) mellifluous,  9 )lissome , 10) cynosure


Who wants to know the meaning of all these ten words
pls read SOne 's ten word challenge poem.


Fiction Poem


Poem Details | by Janis Thompson |
Categories: age, life,

Delights of Love

Delights of Love Secrets of the garden are unexpressed delights, lovers share in sweetness that’s near to paradise. To see your love's visage, pleasing joy of the eyes, the cherished persona of your true treasured prize, and have a joy of heart, where fondness truly lies. The melody of love is the voice of a kiss, that follows with a sigh and is eternal bliss. Reach inside the rapture to let your spirit free as wonderment captures the moments yet to see. Touching your love's person, exchanging energy Blending pastel auras in beloved synergy Moving to dimensions that are greater in degree Secrets of the garden are there for hearts to find. Come into the essence and leave the world behind. 11/4/16


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: culture, love, peace, philosophy, political, science, integrity,

Aquarian Age

Did our Age of Aquarius evaporate,
fail to regenerate,
to resonate,
fall too far short of what our parents
knew we should anticipate?
Free love could not sustain
weak non-violent resolutions against
whatever busyness was for.

Yet, if love is synergy,
mutual gravity,
and creation is this co-passion's regenerate transgeneration,
how could love cost more than free?
How could co-redemption not invest everything
in learning how to cooperatively Be,
free of enslaving supremacist becoming,
free to come together as ecological We?

Those who stop to count these costs of love,
look for ways to divest of co-opportunity,
ignoring Earth's mentoring economy
of light's photosynthetic comprehensive consciousness,
of neutral's dark unconsciousness,
a fog bank evaporating as double-binding time and rhythm
pattern and color RNA's free-fractal love connection.

If Time's eternal unfolding presence is 0-dimensional,
and Nature's bicameral perception is 2-dimensional prime,
bicameral form with function,
ego emerging from eco,
yang incarnating double-yin,
reiterative communicative processors
borrow RNA's decomposing 3-space with 1-time prime bilateral dimensions,
equivalent seasons;

Shy winterish Uracil of Universal freely decomposing love
greets Cytosine's full summer-formed regeneration,
as objectives greet their past and future subjects;
while Adenine painlessly springs
for Guanine's lavishly com-posted integrative harvest,
as verbs form fractal-recycling nouns,
verbal con-science revolutions,
relearning Earth's organic language,
by echoing universal polypathic syntax.

Universal monocultural power of governance
becomes a Left-brained dominant and reductive tyrant,
an Emperor reified of clothes
to cool His naked Ego-thirst.
However,
when power remains integral within co-passionate,
climatic,
gravitational integrity,
synergetic uniting cooperatism,
then naked power conjoins dark yin-time-ations,
shy bigendering romantic camouflage,
re-birthing this post-millennial 
gift-it-forward 
Age of Aquarius.