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house, light, love,
There is a lady all dressed in light,
who stands above the jagged shore at night.
To guide the sailing ships to safer seas
and beg the wicked storms for calmer breeze.
She ever shines her light across the bay,
in hopeful search for love that sailed away.
He left the land with plans to bring back gold,
to ask her hand to wed, the story's told.
When his ship met with tempest gales,
the waves ripped the hull, wind stripped the sails.
The lady waits at night for him on shore,
as he still lays with gold on ocean floor.
Sometimes you see her lonely light afar,
it shines in the sky like a distant star.
christmas, hope, sad,
Silent like the night all Christmas day,
Normal adornments simply scarce,
No Natal dinner this year,
Just a sandwich and wine,
Can't revel to feast.
I'll shed a tear
My heart never
Forgotten, I'll heed
Your advice, be merry.
Invited to my daughter
Deck the house with boughs of holly,
For Christ is born in my heart again.
art, children, hero,
It’s all about me!
It’s all about me
I am the King sitting in the tree
It’s all about me
It’s all about me
I am clapping my hands with such glee
My subjects love me as is my due
The Royal court loves me, yes them too!
King Arthur I am, Ruler of all realms in the land
It’s all about me
It’s all about me
I am the wisest King to ever be!
Hoist ye drinks and sing me praise
The Ale-house is full, its a King Arthur craze!
Its all about me, the Poet King reciting, loud and free
It’s all about me
It’s all about me
Guinevere knows my kiss is for she!
A pre-lit Christmas tree sparkles the entrance
Monet, Van Gough, and Wassily Kandinsky prints
adorn the walls of her sitting room
a dozen painted roses sit in a faux crystal vase
and the smell of apple pie lingers in the air
coming from her Scentsy candle warmer
resting upon her replica baby grand piano
The seconds tick loudly from the tree house looking cuckoo clock
as I wait
patiently I wait
down the stairs she comes
waltzing ever so gracefully
ever so elegant
in her bright flowing yellow dress
accented by beautiful costume jewelry
my heart skips a beat
as we kiss hello
and I know
yes I know
This love is real
bird, humorous, language, pets,
My parrots name was Captain Flint,
Boy that bird could swear.
I never invited visitors,
So blue was the air.
He'd squawk "pretty effing polly"
Or "give us a cracker you t##t"
I'd never heard such swearing,
I never taught him that.
I bought him off a sailor
Who was heading back to sea,
He said to me, "you'll love him
He's such good company."
And what he said was right
He entertained, it's true.
I said "who's a pretty boy then"
He squawked, " well not effing you !"
The profanities just got too much,
I sold him, with regret.
But the house seems so quiet now,
Without my 'effing' pet !
I have so often tried to say goodbyes,
I tried my best to forget the past, but
Life is too cruel, my heart and mind sighs.
Change seems impossible, I'm in a rut.
Day after day, this soul breaking routine
Gone are sweet days of happiness and joy
Many events have happened in between
Our love, I assure you, none can destroy.
Yet, I know that something must now be done,
I need to breathe again soft, dewy dawn,
Not shut the door upon a setting sun,
Praying this winter sadness will be gone.
Leave this dark, empty sad-house and enjoy,
Walk, dance, swim and behave like a young boy.
If one mid-summers day
Love came rolling in on a cloud
I'd gladly say let it rain
And puddle up around my house
father, love, nature, nostalgia, spiritual, surreal, tribute,
The road to my father’s house
Is paved with hills and valleys
And sunfilled crystal skies
How he loved the land
Each slope each field
With a consuming veneration
Fueled with layers of history
And virtuous sweat of ancestors
There’s a serenity within me
Sublime that swells as I get closer
Except my eyes aim higher now
Slightly above the horizon
Somewhere behind the clouds
Above the hills and valleys
Submitted on January 3, 2020 for contest STRAND SELECT 3 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
Originally posted on August 6, 2019
Poshpaws was our beloved pussy cat
She would clean her fur when sat on the mat
Loved to be stroked, we could tickle her tum
Her purr was loud like the noise from a drum
Large emerald eyes would sparkle and gleam
Her coat so soft with a beautiful sheen
She would lie in the sun from dusk till dawn
Rouse from her dreams with a pussycat yawn
Dad did not like cats - that’s what he would say
But on his lap Poshpaws would always lay
She’d follow my Dad all around the house
Make no noise, be as quiet as a mouse
She slipped away from us aged only ten
Buried in a beautiful shady glen
Contest: I love my Pets
“When humanity’s division becomes one and the same God of Love
only then will the house of humanity thrive in harmonious balance…
celebrity, deep, hero, inspirational, love, poverty, sensual,
They are not rich.
They have no car.
They have no fat.
They have no dream.
They are not so-called educated persons.
They are not news.
They are struggling for existence.
They have not any exceed of life
Which is poison.
They live with their old parents.
They have innocent smile and intuition.
They created their poor house as rich home.
They are my celebrities.
But I am not communist.
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
celebrity, death, obituary, suicide, sympathy, tribute,
A good man's gone, loved by us all
on the screen both big and small.
The fire is cold, the lights are out.
His soul's moved on, without a doubt.
The laughter's gone that masked the pain.
The house is still and peace does reign.
He fought his battles on life's wild ride,
but lost his war with the demons inside.
How can one thrive on acclaim and wealth
without the love of one's own self?
I hope you found the peace you sought.
The life you lived won't be forgot.
July 5, 2015
god, introspection, love,
To be the calm within the storm
I will not add to the madness
Anger will not be my companion
Truly a calmer spirit can prevail
You over me
It is not all about me
Ego will not direct my path
Within your special I will dwell
To live within this moment
The past has lost its power
Sadness can no longer satisfy
Only the now is really here
To give of what I have
It was never mine to hold onto
Selfishness will not rule my days
There is enough beyond my need
More than the temporary
Treasures stored in a heavenly realm
Love will be my companion
"I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever"
The dust has all settled
I'll go get the broom
sweep off the back porch
and the old sitting room
That wind storm was mighty
almost blew me away
the foundation was crumbling
as the house swung and swayed
The timbers were creaking
the roof sprung a leak
the shutters are broken
it really looked bleak
The old building survived
It's weathered but tough
It will stand tall and fight
when the going gets rough
There's much beauty left
in this old home of mine
I'll still be loving her
till the end of my time
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The clouds have formed a mare’s tail in the sky,
a fitting image, for I’m being led
beneath them, where in eerie silence lie
abandoned stalls, untended land, a shed.
And on a gate, like some strange souvenir,
a halfway broken sign reads “Wagon Wheel.”
That horses once were bred and ridden here
both grime and span of time cannot conceal.
But farther down a lane, behind some trees,
(where happiness once lived!) awaits my spring -
a large house, shuttered, with its memories.
In front of it still hangs that wooden swing.
Above long grass and weeds it starts to sway.
The ghost of me has now returned to play.
For the Love and Loss Poetry Contest
family, friendship, health, husband, native american, passion, peopleme, me,
Steven, My Love, my best friend in life,
Parents that support me in whatever I do;
My two puppies Zeus & Eos (both mutts)
My heritage of Potawatomi, Huron and Sioux;
A family willing to lend me support,
A wonderful house to come home to;
A simple world I can call my own,
My siblings, out there to help pull me through;
My horses willing and full of heart,
And all of my friends - Old and New;
My semi-good health and happiness;
And the passion that writing allows me to peruse!
beautiful, love, ocean,
In our house by the sea
the gulls fall silent
the gulf winds have exhausted
their supply of salty scent
we grow languid
our eyes close with fatigue
my head upon her bosom
my sweetest friend
In our house by the sea
never remove your arms from my neck
or shy away your lovely face
embrace and kiss me endlessly
let the hours be lazy and sweet
flowing like the warm southern wind
as we gaze upon the purple sash of sunset
entwined like serpents in battle
soothed by the avid tide and eternal surf
fantasy, heaven, how i feel, money,
If money was no object I wonder where I’d go
I’d love to visit friends who have just moved to Orlando
I could buy a wonderful mansion packed full of treasure
With servants to wait on me, so I could enjoy my leisure
But to move away from everything I know doesn’t appeal to me
Money doesn’t buy you happiness - well not from what I can see
So in reality I would not move away from my little house
I’d give my fortune to charity and live like a church mouse
When I leave this mortal coil I could look down from my home in the clouds
See that others have benefited, for there are no pockets in shrouds
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beauty, butterfly, for her, love,
spread your wings
Thighs of color
pose your love
consumed by fire
Since my house
has burned down
I can see
the moon more clearly
I gaze upon
falling upon me
I run blindly
as you mount
in my garden
As I hold you
in my arms
let me feel
upon my hand...
home, house, how i feel,
In a stone cottage surrounded by trees,
I live here listening to birds and bees.
The **** crows each morn, wakens me at dawn.
I curse the beast, then rise to face the morn.
I love my work in the Maternity.
Just three days a week, then I am set free.
I live in Ireland, that beautiful isle.
I am spoiled for choice where to spend a while.
The beach, the forest, the National Park?
All are within range, if my car will start.
Hardly a sonnet but you get my drift.
If SO's not fussy, I'll give him a lift.
My kids have been blessed to grow without fear.
All want to return to have their wanes here.
Ok, this is where I was
A few miles since you last saw me.
A little before sun up,
Before I became road kill.
Stay closer and I'll tell you more.
May I ask, before,
When will I see you again?
Your pure and unnatural thing,
Your nut house?
It's never so easy
When you are road kill like me
Not even hurried
No one checking If I'm here.
Who are you anyway,
To have ever looked this way?
A love letter to road kill,
That spirited, wounded animal
With unfinished business.
Ok, so where were you?
Did you think it wasn't spelled out
Clearly a few miles since I last saw you?
Before you became road kill?
The pounding of my heart
Echoes in my ears
Of the things that made it beat
All throughout the years
The fondness for my friends
Echoes back to me
Some of whom I've known
For half a century
The pattering lover’s beat
Echoes in my soul
A rhythm that sounds so sweet
From the girl who makes me whole
The fatherly, thumping sound
Echoes throughout the house
From the love for our children
In tandem with my spouse
The echoes of your heart
Will put a smile upon your face
As long as it beats
From being in the right place
(more about my cat Callie and her two "replacements")
Since Callie died, new felines
as precious as can be
now rule my house most freely
and sometimes hide from me.
And neither one of them,
while sitting on my bed
would ever (like sweet Callie)
curl up purring by my head.
Nor would the pair of them
(unless I set a trap!)
come willingly and often
to sit upon my lap.
In seeking out affection,
the new cats dilly-dally,
for they could never hold
a candle to dear Callie!
Written Jan. 25, 2012
for the I Love My Pets!Poetry Contest of Laura Loo
Never a father
But an Uncle
Always on an adventure....
The big house
on an acre
All of it gone
Or given away
A lost five years
Then I re-found you
and became a
and Best friend.......Again.
imaginationnight, day, love, night,
The night is a hand cold as stone
Wrapped around my sun - warmed body
It can make one feel so alone
And laughs at those who love the day
The night is a shady man dressed in all black
Who surrounds me as if he were many
He’ll greatly make one’s courage lack
And terrify those who love the day
The night is as quiet as a mouse
But yet is always seen
He’ll silently creep into your house
And capture those who love the day
The night is poised for a throw
His weapon used is fear
Our inner light shall make us grow
And protect those who love the day.