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by Solomon Ochwo-Oburu |
Categories:
children, satire, song,
These little children seen around
Have something in them mysterious
That thing adult cannot understand
‘Cause they are too child-like to impress
These little children play and conflict
They cry, get angry and mourn in unison
Yet a thousand times they love and play
Even when conflict has been too much
These little ones so licitly seen around
Ideal values of community they hold
But adults ignore them as childish things
Yet their power of community is broken
When a child talks adult is just amused
When adults speak child just wonders
Although rubbish things they could be
that destroy power of human community
by Punnia Viswan Bhatia |
Categories:
death of a friend, emotions, sympathy, tribute,
We know not each other
We haven’t met ever
Still, I see your soul float
A silhouette behind a veil
Serene and blissful
Watching over your loved ones
Moan, and longing to caress once
But, know my friend, they are safe
Under your guardian spell
Accompanied by the lovely folks
You have done your part and
Let them set theirs now right
You worry not even a wee bit
For the Creator has a perfect plan done and
It will be done well
In time and space
You worry not my friend
Know now that you are free
From all spree
Fly high and be free
To a blissful land
REST IN PEACE & LOVE
-puvi-
18/12/2015
by Vickie Hurtt - Thayer |
Categories:
child, granddaughter, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents, growth,
THE HANDS ARE GONE,
THAT CRADLED ME,
TURNED THE COVERS ON MY BED,
HANDS THAT HELPED ME BOW MY HEAD,
KNEADED A SUPPER OF MILK AND BREAD,
BATHED MY SKIN WITH LOVE AND HOPE,
KNITTED A HOME,
WITH NEEDLES OF WARMTH,
SHE,
AND HIM,
AND THEIR GENTLE HANDS,
ARE LONG GONE,
BUT A LOVING TOUCH,
AND LESSONS LEARNED,
FOREVER,
IN A MEMORY,
LIVES ON.
~Vickie Thayer~Poetry To Ponder~
2017
by Floyd Neal |
Categories:
feelings,
Soulful eyes may watch the world, but see no time
sit in silence without a care, listen to the words I share
glowing lights now lead your path, enjoy this glory
through your eyes, I sought vision and found strength
through your strength, I sought guidance and found your heart
through your heart, I sought understanding and found love
and through your love, I found friendship
the music fades the worries of another day
the music becomes an erotic force guiding your arms
to form around my waist and my hands to carefully
capture your lovely face, I reply, by softly brushing your lips with mine
by Bill Keen |
Categories:
hyperbole, lost love, metaphor, pain, sun,
I have learned in the reclining chair,
while the dentist mined deep veins of decay,
how to transfer pain.
The needled anodyne of novocaine
is inadequate to allay
the harrowing ache he engenders there.
But not even by bending fingers until they pop
or stabbing nails into the tenderest flesh
can I get the dedicated ache to stop.
Nor did my visit to another woman
after the last set when her shift was done
soothe the bruises on my heart
that blossomed when you stole the sun.
by Kathleen Mcquillen |
Categories:
appreciation, death, fear, god, loss, love, meaningful,
Sunlit days and moonlit nights,
These are some of God's delights.
Time for hope and time for fear,
Remember to hold loved ones near.
For us a lifetime, for God a sec,
In the grand scheme, we are but a spec.
They give us food for thought and food for soul,
Just a fraction of us reach the final goal.
To sit with God and bask in His light,
This should be our end, goodness never spite.
by Julian Scutts |
Categories:
beach, love hurts, sea,
Fare well, fair mortal, fare thee well.
Of our sorrow who can tell?
Thou to the land and I to the brine
Thou must go thy way, I must go mine.
But if thou e'er shouldst choose to stand
Upon a stretch of golden sand,
Know from the pulse of every wave,
That all's returned to hearts that gave.
by Julian Scutts |
Categories:
dream, loss, lost love, nostalgia,
Do we grow too old for the moment,
too old for the visions and thoughts,
which, though seeming ephemeral,
live longest of all things on earth?
Do we cast away hoping and dreaming
but cleave to all that is seen?
Do we deem what is passing substantial
and what shall abide but a dream?
Was love brought by a moment,
by a moment stolen away?
Did the fire that burned most ardently
turn the soonest ashen-grey?
by Crystol Woods |
Categories:
bereavement, death, first love, music,
Let me hear your love song
Whilst in silence I was long
Let me taste your melody
Like sweet berries on my tongue
Let me hear your love song
Slide your bow across the strings
Move to the wave of my arms
Declare your love song to me
Open wide the pores of my heart
Like baby birds awaiting treats
Fill me with your aching music
With your rapid rhythm beats
Over stones the rising rapture
Of ocean waves rolling through
Frantic climax a memory after
This sweet love song to me, from you.
by Marian Millerstutzman |
Categories:
abuse, adventure, anxiety, beautiful, beauty, best friend, blessing,
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by Sayeed Abubakar |
Categories:
love,
I sigh for you, Lorena, day and night-
as a blind man sighs every day for light,
as a mother sighs for lost son-daughter
and falling on soil a fish for water.
I sigh in waking and in sleep I sigh;
I die and get alive, again I die.
by Liza Marry |
Categories:
angel, basketball, cat, celebration, celebrity, change, chicago, cute love,
We are the sum of experiences that we encounter as we go through life. Day to day struggles and triumphs are experienced by all of the world's creatures. As human beings, when we encounter a challenge, we have freedom to choose how to react. Every decision that we make leads us down a different road. We will never come to exactly the same crossroads. Every decision that we make has significance. The tiniest choice that we make reverberates throughout the entire universe.
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by Solomon Ochwo-Oburu |
Categories:
freedom, rights, satire,
What I have in my bag
is a very glittering gift
I want to enjoy it alone
but something says “back off”
This gift in my bag is golden
no human can resist egotism
to share is a nightmare case
all I desire is enjoy it alone
Truly much love I have for it
but it is not my thing alone
people gave it in good faith
yet in bad faith I possess it
For common good power is
but an opium it is once got
by Amar Agarwala |
Categories:
death, missing,
‘I love you’ she softly confessed
No longer could she her feelings hide,
Laying on his graveside blue orchids
With a pink silken ribbon tied.
She heard not his longing whispers
As she knelt down and bitterly cried,
“Some more days I could have lived my dear
Had you said this before I died.”
***********
by Allan Terry |
Categories:
culture, dance, desire, food, kiss, love, music,
Sherry
Brown sugar
Garlic
Pureed beets
Pureered green pepper
Pureed onion
Olive oil
Fish stock
Lemon juice
Salt
Paprika
3 hot yellow habanero peppers
Chopped fennel
Make about one gallon
Maranade pork loins or
Fresh hams.
maranade whole
Game hens.
Roast for
Happy Saturday celebrations
Serve with
Pasta noodle salad
garlicy potatoes
Garden salad
Yeast rolls
Rum-cherry-pineapple-sprite- drink
Banana cheesecake
Apple pie
Jamaican spice cake
by Raven Tones |
Categories:
absence, depression,
Today I pray to find a happy place
Only I awake to find myself astray
Alone no hope is where I always stay
Benign my mind which drives me insane
Envy the world for it seems better off
Today I prAt i find where I belong
The day will never come
Eternal pain drains my soil
Regret my martyr life
Pray for me to find the strength to lift the world from my back
Love me for what i was not of what you hear
Alone I push to solitude for pain is my only friend
Can you show me how to get the power to light my heart again
Endlessly I remain in search to find my own home, for in my mind i feel blind, forever alone
by Amar Agarwala |
Categories:
death, love,
Death followed my footsteps softly behind
More invisible than air could be,
I convinced myself like you do so now
Its chasing another but not me.
I hurried on with my pretentious chores
Glancing at gravestones of all those dead,
How gullible was I to think that death
Would find some other not me instead.
***********
by Daniel Kakuru |
Categories:
betrayal, black love, break up,
They ask me:
Where did Sarah go to?
Where did Jennifer go to?
Where did Suzie go to?
Did your coldness swallow them?
I say:
We were lovebirds;
Birds always fly out and follow different directions
by Allan Terry |
Categories:
culture, dance, desire, food, kiss, love, music,
Sherry
Brown sugar
Garlic
Pureed beets
Pureered green pepper
Pureed onion
Olive oil
Fish stock
Lemon juice
Salt
Paprika
3 hot yellow habanero peppers
Chopped fennel
Make about one gallon
Maranade pork loins or
Fresh hams.
maranade whole
Game hens.
Roast for
Happy Saturday celebrations
Serve with
Pasta noodle salad
garlicy potatoes
Garden salad
Yeast rolls
Rum-cherry-pineapple-sprite- drink
Banana cheesecake
Apple pie
Jamaican spice cake
by Marian Millerstutzman |
Categories:
baby, caregiving, children,
Children form their idea's when small.
That's why it's important for elders to give them their all.
Some say well they're just A child.
And they might even leave them for awhile.
Some say they are small and they don't know what we do.
Meanwhile their child is watching every move with eyes so true.
Patiently waiting and tagging behind.
Watching with eyes so full of love that they shine.
Everything they see is turning their mold.
They can't wait to be like them when they get old.
And here some said they are small and don't know.
For what their elders paved before them is the only way they know.
Their every track will show, just like freshly fallen snow!
by Allan Terry |
Categories:
culture, dance, desire, food, kiss, love, music,
Sherry
Brown sugar
Garlic
Pureed beets
Pureered green pepper
Pureed onion
Olive oil
Fish stock
Lemon juice
Salt
Paprika
3 hot yellow habanero peppers
Chopped fennel
Make about one gallon
Maranade pork loins or
Fresh hams.
maranade whole
Game hens.
Roast for
Happy Saturday celebrations
Serve with
Pasta noodle salad
garlicy potatoes
Garden salad
Yeast rolls
Rum-cherry-pineapple-sprite- drink
Banana cheesecake
Apple pie
Jamaican spice cake
by Allan Terry |
Categories:
culture, dance, desire, food, kiss, love, music,
Sherry
Brown sugar
Garlic
Pureed beets
Pureered green pepper
Pureed onion
Olive oil
Fish stock
Lemon juice
Salt
Paprika
3 hot yellow habanero peppers
Chopped fennel
Make about one gallon
Maranade pork loins or
Fresh hams.
maranade whole
Game hens.
Roast for
Happy Saturday celebrations
Serve with
Pasta noodle salad
garlicy potatoes
Garden salad
Yeast rolls
Rum-cherry-pineapple-sprite- drink
Banana cheesecake
Apple pie
Jamaican spice cake
by Allan Terry |
Categories:
art, marriage, music, romantic love,
Does love need an
audience
Or are such things
rehearses
for future
engagements
One would mention
a fear of abandment
so latching on to another
ensures at least marginal
assurance
which God do you
worship
The one who makes
betterminds smarter
or weaker minds more
tolerant
Which tomorrow's
comforts the lonely
that the nights before
If love is clever
are lovers unloved
that such endearment
might mean allowing
Oneself to be fooled
deceived or even
undermined
are lonely too
by Edward Ibeh |
Categories:
desire, father, loss, remembrance day,
A day of somber remembrance
My beloved father passed away
On this day, a lucky man
Peacefully, in his sleep
Without fear or pain
With dreams fulfilled
I wish I'll be as lucky
Rest in peace, Dad
I'll always love you..
Date written and posted: 01/06/2019
by Julian Scutts |
Categories:
lost love, pride, voyage,
You were proud who would not weep,
And I, too proud to smile.
Our words unspoken
The box of sweet perfume
Left unopened
Are things stolen from us that
Never shall return.
Beneath a bridge unbuilt
A once calm stream
A now wild restless sea
Where phantom ships
In ageless quest sail on
To find no home,
To reach no haven's rest.