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Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: black african american, day, happiness, health, hope, inspirational, life, love, may, nature, passion, peace, people, philosophy, religion, social, time, travel, uplifting, visionary,

Each Day Takes its Turn

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we strive to make sure 
each day enlightens us 
and brightens us
even as light fades to gray 
may we keep fighting 
with two swollen feet
beneath the body and soul 
experiencing trials 
and intense life lessons 
meshed with stresses 
may we persevere 
turn off  fear's song 
may we stand firm 
as we glide along 
through shifty winds of change 
that may cause things to sway
rearrange
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for 
we
fall for nothing 
we
may stumble along the trip 
we 
may swerve at the wheel yet 
we 
do not lose our grip
because no one 
can eclipse the sun 
yet
everyone heals 
before they're done

Just when situations arise 
flooding us with pain we despise
and just when it seems like
our tear ducts are dry 
from ongoing cries
we may think 
things are on the brink of ending
then God shows us the ways of faith
by way of love that he's sending

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we make sure 
every day enlightens us 
and brightens us 
as each day takes its turn

~JSLambert



Poem Details | by Brenda Atry |
Categories: adventure, inspirational, life, love, places, romance, travel, visionary, me, me,

Tea Leaves On The Bosphorus

Tea Leaves On The Bosphorus

Seated at a table by the stirring water,
My eyes absorb the shore of Asia.
Minerets and aged worn stone
Stand haphazardly along the banks.
Istanbul is a lady with secrets
She'll lure you with her unrevealed virgin beauty,
Then seduce you with her ancient lovers.

Grilled sardines filled my charger
Fish pulled from the strait just minutes before,
Lay garnished with parsley and mint
Red pickled turnips and warm flat bread
Are the implements that help feed me 
And scoop up the humus,
Turkish nourishment for my soul.

The empty plates are cleared by a handsome waiter
With dubious intentions I feared,
But I was flattered none the less.
A bowl of yogurt was placed before me,
And my admirer arrived with a comb of honey.
He held it high above the creamy cloud and let the heavy ochre
languidly pour atop the milky whiteness of delight.
After his seduction,he left me alone to my pleasure
As I lapped at the sweet and sour heavenly temptation,
that parted my lips and elevated my being.

As I recovered from my rapture, two eyes caught mine.
The heathen that destroyed my diet approached the table uninvited.
He pulled up a chair and sat down across from me.
In his hands, a cup.
He offered to tell me my future.
White, small, as fragile as an eggshell with the top lopped off.
Within was a dark tea with floating leaves.
In a chivalrous attempt at English conversation,
He handed me the libation and the offer to read the remains.

I, alone in a man's world, unmarried, and of a certain age,
Did not need encouragement and I accepted his offer.
I drained the tea in one gulp and returned it to his hands.
He placed the cup in one palm , then turned it upside down,
Allowing the remaining fluid to drip out around the cup and onto the table.
Once the cup was upright again he studied the leaves, then he spoke.

His voice was soft, at times , unintelligible
His reading was honest, and truthful, and painful.
His prophecy, amusing, and entertaining
His vision and it's accuracy were astounding.

Fifteen years later, the leaves delivered on their promise.
Long fluid lines inside the cup foretold of a marriage,
To a man who  would cross a sea to find me.
Two shorter drippings were the children that now delight me.
The  tea ring that he was able to complete around the cup ,
Was the warmth of a love that would soon envelop me.


Tea, anyone?





Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: adventure, allegory, angel, art, baby, beach, beautiful, beauty, child, childhood, confusion, courage, dance, dark, daughter, death, dedication, devotion, dream, fear, flower, freedom, goodbye, grief, hope, life, lost love, love, sorrow, travel, tribute, uplifting, war, water, woman, write, me, earth, me,

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: flying, journey, love, places, travel,

Fly To Me

Fly to me my love on the wings of hopes and dreams come and be my passion a lover's symphony Be my guiding star light show me all of nature's best come and be my pillow where my weary head can rest Take my hand and walk with me on life's ever winding road keep me safe and steady hold me in our home Let's sleep beside the moon tonight camp inside the corners of my heart be my one and only my desire, my love, my start


Poem Details | by John Rhinem |
Categories: love, passion, space, travel,

Strawberries And Cream

Daybreak slipping through these champagne curtains

Red silk; twined aneath crimsons sheets; awakening....

This afterglows mornings dew; her wet moist kisses 

Soft sunrise and whom can deny such love; about her

Kittens den; purrr; feed me this need of your heavenly

Breed; cranberry breast amid sweet sublime; suckling

Her thirsting poetics child; a virgins verse as capturing

Venus aside strokes swirling atop sanguines canvas....

Splashed in maroons colours of a daybreak; pink silk 

Aneath sheets slipping through tomorrows champagne 

Curtains parting their purrring; brushing this her beauty 

Within a moist dews afterglow; intoxicatings sweet, wet

*********************************************

...."Red Rums Kiss * 'Strawberries And Cream'" ~



Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: adventure, car, change, confusion, culture, cute love, destiny, lost, love, meaningful, metaphor, miss you, missing, missing you, motivation, passion, people, philosophy, places, proposal, remember, romantic, science, senses, simple, smart, social, spoken word, symbolism, time, travel, true love, visionary, wisdom,

Roads

the shortest road
is the one that you know
the longest road
is the one that you love


Poem Details | by Isaiah Zerbst |
Categories: daughter, loss, prayer, sad love, travel,

An Angel In Your Eyes

Many years it had been since Sir Heathcliffe was home,
He had travelled in countries abroad;
He left in his grief at the death of his wife
While he wrestled with sorrow and God.

He had been round the world, and his troubles had too,
And the thought of his daughter was one:
He dreamed yesternight of her eyes greyish-blue,
And he cried, "Heavens, what have I done?!"

Thus it was that he stood at his very own gate,
Yet unknown to his daughter within;
And he prayed, "Lord, I hope that I've not come too late!
That she lived while away I have been."

First she opened the door and she bobbed down the stairs,
Then she skipped with a smile down the walk,
No thought all the while of her father's shocked stares
Till she stopped with her hand on the lock;

Then she covered her lips and she whispered, "Oh, my!
You're the man on the mantel for sure!
I've asked for ten years, but without a reply
Who the man and the pretty girl were."

And he said, "I'm your father who's been gone so long,
And that angel, your mother who died:
Forgive me for leaving, I realise 'twas wrong;"
And he could not go on, but he cried.

For he looked right into eyes of pale greyish-blue,
And he felt the same rush of surprise
As when years, years ago, with a pair that he knew,
"There's an angel," he said, "in your eyes."

Then she opened the gate, and they fondly embraced
In a place where a young couple kissed;
It was then all the pain of the years was erased,
And the guilt of the life he had missed.

"One angel," said he, "went away from my eyes,
But the other, I left of my own;
Till the day that I go to my bride in the skies
You will never again be alone."


~Written by Isaiah Zerbst on October 11th, 2013~


Poem Details | by mike dailey |
Categories: life, love, on writing and words, people, places, travel, evil, love,

A Palindrome Tale

A Palindrome Tale

I’ve got a tale to tell you of travel, love and lust
The travel, it was joyful, my love life was a bust
I met a girl in Tulsa, next day my diary read
A slut nixes sex in Tulsa; “Dammit, I’m mad” I said
So I went off to Europe to see the Mona Lisa
I thought it was in Italy; but as I pee, sir, I see Pisa!
A Delia saw I was ailed; I’m a fool; aloof am I
When she offered me spaghetti, I said “I prefer pi”
And then I found Naomi – Naomi did I moan?
I did, did I? I can not lie I headed back to home
And then I met this Madam; as mad as Adam, she
Evil did I dwell, lewd I did live; God saw I was dog tired
Live not on evil they did say; Then my luck expired
Revered now, I live onO did I do no evil I wonder ever
No sir, panic is a basic in a prison where I dwelt
Ned, I am a maiden; not a banana baton had I felt

Mdailey	3/31/12

A slut nixes sex in Tulsa; 
Dammit, I’m mad 
as I pee, sir, I see Pisa!
Delia saw I was ailed 
I’m a fool; aloof am I
I prefer pi
Naomi did I moan?
I did, did I? 
mad as Adam
Evil did I dwell, lewd I did live
God saw I was  dog
Live not on evil 
Revered now, I live onO did I do no evil I wonder ever
No sir, panic is a basic in a prison 
Ned, I am a maiden
not a banana baton 





Poem Details | by John Posey |
Categories: death, grief, love, memory, pain, pain, children, may, travel,

Our Hearts Are Broken Too

(In memory of those lost in Newtown, CT) We may not know the answers to all the questions asked We cannot control how great the pain or how long it will last. Nothing we can do will erase the pain you bear But we cannot remain silent as if we didn’t care. The blood of precious children was shed this very day And grieving families wonder when this pain will go away. We know time will heal a multitude of wounds But we also can be very sure it won’t be very soon Evil came to visit here and we all wonder why The souls of friends and children were made to say good-bye What happened here today we may not ever know And haunting thoughts of loved ones will follow where we go. You may be called to travel a higher road than we But you cannot travel faster than our prayers that follow thee. We know that we can never bear the grief that you go through Just remember we are here – Our hearts are broken too. Written by John Posey 12/16/12


Poem Details | by PRITHWISH MUKHERJEE |
Categories: immigration, lost love, love, teenage, universe,

A TIME TRAVEL PANORAMA

At the moment
Of my restless teenage run
Your eyes emanated lights of million stars
Many times the size of our Sun.
Frenzy feeling for clinging to you, singularity.
But I was taken aback by sudden bars,
Though I could sense the gravity.
I should keep firing my rocket
Against all odds, unhoped for
Real fact was too much ferine to the prior.
I would eventually lose my goal:
That was my closest buddies'safest bet.
They described you as a black-hole,
They said, " she is not your girl."
They said, "For you, she is evil incarnate."
But, how could I ignore you,
Embodied in such amazing curve and curl?
So, before my eyes you appeared as an Event-horizon.
Yeah, it was you
My teenage beauty-paragon.
Beyond this nothing can escape
Not even light,
I kept travelling towards you,
The universe looked somewhere dim and somewhere bright.
But my clock slowed down
Now, I've to keep my feet on the ground
I feel like, a king without a crown.
To this nostalgic journey my consciousness's been bound.
For a black-hole
There's a whole universe to devour
But I'm absorbed in my amour.
       I did
  A time travel
A story of incompleteness to tell.
  But no need
I've reached a brand-new universe!
       I could never get
My first love, remains insatiate.
I've no regret, it cann't be a curse.
       I can bend
       Yet
       The story is not end.
I'll not bore anyone with my reminiscence.
But, I've gathered a vast time travel experience.
Here I feel no delight, no pain,
I'm ready to fall in another love once again.


Poem Details | by john aaron green |
Categories: faith, i love you, inspirational, travel,

Vision of Love

  I lead myself, to a faraway place,
in dreams I traveled, to find His grace.

  My journey stood before me, when I walked,
his power was released, as I talked.

  The road I was on, was not my own,
but a pathway of life, before His throne.

  To the side of me, were twenty-four chairs,
filled with our Grandparents, all of them heirs.

  The angels were singing, in the short distance,
I can tell you now, of the four Beast existence.

  The sea of glass, for where I was standing,
became a multitude, of His saints landing.

  There is no darkness, in this beautiful place,
for our God is light, with rays of His grace.

  Before me I saw, the judgment of man,
the book was read, and so it began.

  Our Savior was slain, to stand for us all,
his mercy is love, so no one would fall.

  As gifts were given, I fell to the floor,
to worship my Lord, my soul to emplore.

  For my life long journey, I dream of this end,
for I know its meaning, on Him I depend.



      A story out of the bible my greatgrandmother use to tell me,
 as she is one of the heirs in the twenty-four chairs.
  I love you great grandmother,    Gertrude Arends.
   

          A poem by johnaarongreen



Poem Details | by Corinne Curcio |
Categories: death, friendship, song-lyricfor her, me, flying, for her, love, me, travel,

Care of Heaven

Hello dear friend – so – what’s new?
Tell me - How have you been?
There’s so much I want to share with you
But I hardly know where to begin

The news from here’s both good and bad
But life can be like that, I suppose
Most things are going well, though we’re all still sad
When we’ll be through missing you - no one knows

Are you an Angel looking down on me?
Or have you become part of eternity?

This letter will travel very far
By air-mail – on the wings of a dove
She’ll turn left at the Northern Star
Watch for her flying high above
With an envelope addressed “Care of Heaven”
I’ve sent it to you, with my love 

Tell me - do you slumber, do you still dream?
Can you float on clouds all day long?
Have they got more than 31 flavors of ice cream?
Does a harp now accompany you in song?

Have you ever seen the face of God?
Are the streets truly paved with gold?
Do you spend your summers in Cape Cod
Head for Tahiti when the weather turns cold?

I know it’s silly to go on this way 
But I wish you were with me today

This letter will travel very far
By air-mail – on the wings of a dove
She’ll turn left at the Northern Star
Watch for her flying high above
With an envelope addressed “Care of Heaven”
I’ve sent it to you, with my love 

Sometimes, at the end of the day
I think I hear you softly say:
“I’m still here - I haven’t gone away”
Is that my heart playing tricks on me?

Remember that park  - the one with the pine trees?
It’s as beautiful as it was back then
Whenever I visit I have sweet memories 
And pray that we’ll see each other again 

And so, dear friend, you’ll always be missed
I seal this envelope with a kiss 

This letter has traveled very far
By air-mail – on the wings of a dove
I’ll think of you always, wherever you are
And picture you somewhere high above
Happy to be in the Care of Heaven
Enfolded in infinite love


Poem Details | by Carol Eastman |
Categories: adventure, animals, art, education, family, fantasy, happiness, husband, imagination, inspirational, life, love, nostalgia, peace, philosophy, places, romance, sea, social, travel, uplifting, wife, me, day, love, me,

The Owl and the PusyCat Sail

Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.

The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.

Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.



Poem Details | by Katrina Salem |
Categories: adventure, art, confusion, daughter, dedication, devotion, fantasy, funny, growing up, happiness, hope, imagination, inspirational, life, love, mystery, nature, on work and working, on writing and words, passion, peace, romance, social, sympathy, teen, thank you, time, travel, tribute, uplifting, visionary, words,

Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart


Poem Details | by Bernard Chan |
Categories: beauty, for her, holiday, love, romance, travel, world,

No Prettier Sight


                                  The Eiffel Tower gives up its power,
                               When seductive Paris we travel through.
                                  Mayfair is oft-huddled in a shower,
                               Tahitian lagoons lose their dreamy blue 
                                Little awe Greek islands inspire in me,
                               The romance of the Taj Mahal does pall,
                                   An aurora’s magic I’m slow to see,
                                Each place we go I feel I’ve seen it all
                                  The eye no Saharan sky can excite,
                                  Few vistas thrill on a hot air balloon
                              The Arctic presents no breathtaking sight,
                                     In Rio I’m hardly over the moon
                             The loveliest scene pales next to your face,
                                And no glimpse of paradise can amaze


Poem Details | by Jamecia Buggs |
Categories: friendship, love, passion, travel, visionaryme, autumn, heaven, heaven, me,

Gift of a friend

I remember meeting you,
I was young girl lost,
You reached your hand and showed me the entrance to twilight,
Between heaven and earth,
We dances on the crystal water, 
While the fish swam beneath us in circles, 
You taught me the language of the fairies and how to dance with black wolves,
We howled to the autumn moon,
While running through the forbidden woods
You gave me the key to life,
We soared with the angelic angels into the infinite sky,
 Reaching the stars they showed us the path to bliss, 
Swirling into the galaxy we united into one, 
Swings on vines through the jungle
Eating dinner with the lion king,
And listened to the story of Rama and Sita
But one day you fell into darkness and I chased you into the depts of space,
Reaching my hand you grabbed it,
So let us enter twilight once more between heaven and earth.


Poem Details | by Camille Casserly |
Categories: adventure, art, fantasy, happiness, imagination, introspection, life, love, music, nature, on writing and words, passion, romance, space, time, travel, visionary, night, night,

Night Poem

It waits...
A prickle about to lodge
In the heart of a Mighty Light

Above the low-dipped setting sun
The Knightly Night prepares to come

To lift me like a rising fog
Up to greet the countless stars -
That twinkle at a Sun's descent.

The horizon painted with lullaby
Of colours and their somber tune
Day's bed is laid behind blue mountains
And quietly it goes to sleep.

Inside the womb of a Sleeping Day
Begins a fierce protest 
of dreaming thoughts
Now stirred awake.

Then out of the thick and cluster
And whatever dangers of flight await
Newborn wings of thought emerge
And rise and rise and rise
Captured by the winds of Night -
Arisen

To wander heights
To kiss the skies
To dance to the gentle humming
Of spirit drums -
Wings beating
A duet with the breeze.


So when day comes breaking through
Dawn is greeted by what was writ
At the festival of it's eve.

With merriment's ink: 
A Kiss; 
A dance; 
A song etched deep: 
Art carved out of sky.

Title: Night Poem


Poem Details | by tom bell |
Categories: allegory, lost love, love, passion, sad, travel, yellow,

The Wanderer part 1

I remember a day I smiled at her
And she smiled back
That was miles away
down the road
We parted there
And I came back
to find her long gone
No trace, no note, no sign
I wondered if she
had hesitated before leaving
Was I worth a moment's reflection?
Does love escape so easily?
Can I hope for an equivalant peace?
I sat upon a stone
for an hour
On the deserted road
And reflected upon her existence
which so troubled me
How many have traveled
these worn paths?
Why do I see nothing
from horizon to horizon?
I smashed the stone
over my head
Hoping it would
ease the pain
No fresh thoughts 
flowed; but merely,
a second of intense pain
which melted into anger;
and resolved to despair
Alone I sat
till the sun had buried itself
below the distant hills
A cloud pushed it down
I knew I might die there,
if I did not travel on
Death has no mercy
So I put my shoes on
and walked

There was music
in the distant hills
flowed through the leaves
Did I detect a sinister leer
across the moon's face?

I spat at the stars
Whose light shone on me
with such a total waste

Each step
towards those grey and black hills
brought a recurrence of
each burning memory
I had no solice in thought

I took off my shoes
as I stumbled over the gravel
Hoping the jabbing pain
of each stone's attack
would flavor my thoughts

I was embarrassed
even while being alone
For I knew I was a fool
Had I not held her tighter
Had I not dragged her
Had I not missed her
on a different road.
I had not
And I paid dearly
for a few moments
of unexcelled bliss

I spent six days walking
in silence
Not a soul passed me by
Only the crickets saluted my march-
or did they laugh at me
from their dark dens?
I tried sleepwalking
when the agony of thought
burnt too deep
But I bagan finding myself
wandering off the road
You need both eyes
to travel that road

I was close to death
one weary night
A night so weary
I was restless with exhaustion
When the darkness
reached out to grab me
And I nearly smiled
to see my end

A sudden flash!!
A gleaming yellow light
The dim flicker of hope
swelled at the
possibility
So I ran
with my last moment's breath
to embrace a beauty
which outshone my old love

Strength returned and
my feet were no longer sore
Love bloomed to heights
I never knew existed
Old loves and earlier horrors
were dispelled by her
shining yellow light

(continued on part  two)


Poem Details | by Justin Worthy |
Categories: adventure, love, travel, true love, trust,

My Place Of Bleeding- Oceans And Time

Beyond these poems,
I am alot harder to read
And those that never seen me in real life
who read these things,
Might find that hard to believe 
But its true this is where i come to bleed

My thoughts i pour out
in hope that they wont destroy me
Its true i fell hard for a girl lately 
And this time i guess in ways quite literally
I realize i can live without her..
But to do so would be a shame really
I don't need her..
I want her, and i guess through it all...in time.
We shall see.
I just hope my visions are not delusions
It would be beyond hard to cope,
 knowing everything you believed,
Was just a coincidencial pattern of memories
I hope its her whom i am destined with
When 2 become 1 is a truly beautiful thing..
Dont you agree?
Even through so much pain and hardships..
I will remember my promise you see..
Even if its the death of me
Maybe she loves me..maybe not
But i cant picture being with anyone else
Even if tried..
I guess i got lost in her eyes
The moment we spoke..even if
We are separated by an ocean and of time 
This promise i made already...and my pride of it
I bare steady


Poem Details | by Elhabib Louai |
Categories: journey, loneliness, love, travel,

Nothing Remains the Same

Where could you be tonight, Sinatra?
Love and Marriage
Love and Marriage
A chant I heard reverberate
As far away as the length of the waves 
I rode indisposed 
When I was bound
To a remote island
Named Buyukada

The permanent content of what you mean
Transcends me the moment I kiss your lips
And I know that meaning is produced 
Only in an unexpectedly rambunctious union

Succinctly, I dissect everything
Looking for generic terms I left 
Back somewhere in Kadikoy
At nine o’clock sharp near the theater 
Where I heard a beautiful young voice
Lamenting Istanbul in operatic tempos 

Barbarossa Hayreddin Pasha 
Fatih Sultan Mehmet 
Jalal al-Din Rumi
All proceeded towards Istanbul again
Alas! Nothing remains the same
Everything is only revisited once again
Even the empty sunflower fields of Kutahya

Detach yourself, postmodern Kerouac,
From the vicissitudes of a stuporous life
Isolate yourself from mundane places 
Where nothing transcends the ephemeral
I know that I will meet a deadline  
Just because life manifests itself 
Unintentionally in those experiences I weave 

I thought my days could end 
On a ship to Prince’s Island bound
Alas, a Russian girl took me aside
To recount her Icelandic memories
To a dismembered Moorish heart  


Poem Details | by Mac McGovern |
Categories: adventure, bereavement, dad, daughter, death, devotion, emotions, eulogy, faith, family, father, freedom, funeral, goodbye, grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, grandmother, history, how i feel, i love you, life, men, mentor, miss you, missing you, mom, mother, obituary, old, patriotic, peace, people, sea, son, sorrow, spiritual, travel, veterans day, war,

The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.



Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: art, hope, inspirational, life, love, on writing and words, people, philosophy, places, romance, social, travel, uplifting, visionary, wife,

My Love---a very special original Japanese poem

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Poem Details | by Annabelle Jane |
Categories: friendship, love, time, travel,

This World Of Distance

This world is full of distance,
Full of ever-shifting minutes,
Hours, days, are lost to silence,
My own town is old and faceless.
How to live, with such expanses?
I’ll save your laugh, preserve your essence,
Bridge the gap and share your presence.

This heart must live on patience.


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, change, cheer up, confidence, cool, courage, cute love, deep, destiny, emotions, environment, fantasy, fear, feelings, first love, for her, funny love, happiness, happy, how i feel, humanity, hyperbole, i am, i love you, inspiration, journey, joy, life, lost love, love, love hurts, miss you, missing, missing you, ocean, paradise, philosophy, pride, romance, romantic, senses, smile, spring, sunshine, travel, uplifting, wind,

Rainbow

imagine the rainbow being
the dark tunnel 
you've been stuck in for years

the lighthouse on the horizon,
the beam 
that gets brighter as it nears

get soaked in the rain,
feel the sun in your heart,
let go of all your fears


Poem Details | by Brenda McGrath |
Categories: fun, humorous, travel,

I Love My Truck

My new red truck is just so sweet,
I feel like I'm in heaven going down the street.
Now I look down at the cars when I stop at the light,
And I have to admit it is quite a delight!

The open road is now calling my name,
I will be travelling in style from whence I came.
The music will be cranked, and I’ll have my wife by my side.
I love my truck, my brand new ride!


Poem Details | by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories: devotion, friendship, i love you, people, places, sweet, travel,

Mexico Lindo

Mi Mexico lindo:

Burnt orange and ochre --
color de cafe --
pineapple, lime, red pajaritos...
land of mananas, grace in mantillas...
balanced canastas, ojos expresivos.
Sunshine and heat, fiesta y corrida,
salt and tortilla, pride and tequila.
Frijol and machismo and chile con queso.
Adobe, caliche, sweet agua fria...
Mexico, te amo mucho, y su gente amable!




Poem Details | by Andrea Rose |
Categories: america, beach, beautiful, beauty, blue, city, earth, environment, feelings, fishing, freedom, fun, happy, how i feel, july, june, life, love, muse, ocean, peace, places, summer, sun, travel, uplifting, wind, world,

Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beach, beautiful, beauty, color, confidence, cute love, dance, deep, desire, destiny, earth, emotions, encouraging, feelings, freedom, heartbreak, heartbroken, hope, inspirational, july, june, love, love hurts, lust, mirror, miss you, missing you, nature, ocean, passion, romance, romantic, sad love, sea, seasons, simple, solitude, soulmate, sound, summer, sun, symbolism, together, travel, uplifting, vacation, wind, wisdom, woman, women,

Shades

a bright sun
danced with the sea

on her shades

eyes spoke feelings 
only she could see


Poem Details | by David Fisher |
Categories: dream, travel, old, old, , romantic love,

Le Bucket List

                 Ah, Paris, is still calling me, as a romantic lover that has been the 
                 background of my dreamsThough life passes by like a falling star 
                  the hopeful trip still flows through my  bloodstream I’ve put off
                  hearing ‘Comment-allez vous’,  which is an old reminder of what
                   someday I must do  Sometimes my thought’s  wander to  the
                    banks of the Seine yet I’ve never been except in pictures back
                     then  Will it ever happen?  I long to stroll down the Champ 
                      De Elysee  for a whole day during the lovely month of  May.
                       And when I gaze upon the Arc De Triomphe,  I won’t state
                        ‘humph’,  rather it will  be my own  triumph  I’d  love to
                         sit for hours, and  be transformed  by the power of  the 
                          Eiffel Tower There  will be plenty of time to visit  the
                           Louvre  and Notre Dame  which are two good reasons
                            why I cameI’ll also see the castle Versailles before 
                             I die; only as long as I give a tryAnd when hunger 
                              sets in I’ll order café au lait in a sidewalk café  on 
                               the Champ De Elysee, and maybe I’ll say,  merci.
                                A baguette  with some brie will go  wonderfully
                                 With this bucket list spree  in good  old  Paris.
                                   Paris has always been the X on my treasure
                                    map, though wrinkled and worn going  way 
                                     back, I had sworn to dig up my dream, ah
                                      some day, some dayAu revoir mon ami.


Le Bucket List by David Fisher for Bucket List Contest


Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: angst, beauty, devotion, farewell, girlfriend, goodbye, lonely, loss, lost love, love, memory, ocean, passion, relationship, romance, romantic, sea, sorrow, travel, tribute, women,

''Seed of love''

I sailed unaware into 
the ocean currents 
of her life:
and 

smitten, I 
desired to ride 

them with her;
somewhere 
along 
the ocean ways, a 

seed of love 

planted in the soil of
my heart had taken root 
and grew--only to perish 
like 

a young hope 

that's fleeting:
though I loved her, 
she 

still wounded
me 

like a careless 
knife

In spite of 
this and myself, 
I looked 

for encouragement
in her stare; 
and 

at the outlines 
of her graceful 
form 

I did wonder: 
she was 

indeed 

a Helen of Troy, a prize, 
on whose loveliness 
I 

so richly gorged! 

But never was 
a lonely man 
more wretched 
than 

I was, 

as she could 
not return my
affections  

with equal measure of feeling 

I would be more
glad had she been 
unwedded to another,
and   

could easily be within 
my desirous 
and
jealous 

orbit! 

In time, I 
never 

saw 
her again;

and love, or the 
similitude of it--like 
an aborted 

fetus

flushed down the 
toilet--died 

with her parting 
as well!