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Poppy
Poppy's lined in rows
Thier petals flutter in the light winds
they flutter in the silent breeze Thier red petals glow
Remember them the fallen now remember them
Lives given the pals the friends the sons taken away now the fallen
Souls now in heaven
The guns the bombs now silenced we remember them
Thier petals flutter in the light winds
they flutter in the silent breeze Thier red petals glow
Remember them the fallen now remember them
Lives given the pals the friends the sons taken away now the fallen
Souls now in heaven
The guns the bombs now silenced we remember them
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Posted: Oct 2020
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online today!ANGEL CAFE
RIP dod: 9/17/2017
God has a new Angel in Heaven today
Leaving his poetry friends astray
Lost without our Castle leader Café
The knights are sad and the maidens afraid
Café Jim brightened all our days with fun
He also strengthened our Spirits with love
He never judged but treated everyone equally
Giving his friendship and his love freely
Greatly missed in this corner of the world
You were one of God’s rare black pearls
Heaven has gained a wonderful Knight
The Castles up there will surely come alive
To all our loved ones in Heaven watch out above
Café Jim is there now – surround him with love
If you wonder how you might find him up there
Look for an Angel with a Halo slightly bent over his ear
Love - Godprincess and all your friends at CS Poetry Corner
October 1, 2017
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Posted: Oct 2017
About this poem:
September 2020: It has been 3 years since you left Poetry Corner for eternity in Heaven with our Lord and Savior. We miss you dearly Cafe. Date you entered Heaven Sept. 17, 2017: Love to Cafe Jim - we will miss you dearly
Desire of a Flower
Our passions moved like the wind.
Desire burned like flames until there was nothing left.
The scent of her and the smell of a flower, for me, are as one.
The long lasting memory of her touch, her taste, fuels my burning heart, after what seems like eons.
To know, and to have, but too of lost is a pain and a joy of moments long passed into the hopelessness of need.
Fate moves her hand in unfair ways.
Looking, seeking, asking, but never finding; is a rode for the
dammed.
Hoping, trusting, being, is the path for the meek, for someday, someway, somehow I will find the desire, of a flower, once more.
Lonnie Ray
AKA: John Sharp
AKA: Harley Cross
Desire burned like flames until there was nothing left.
The scent of her and the smell of a flower, for me, are as one.
The long lasting memory of her touch, her taste, fuels my burning heart, after what seems like eons.
To know, and to have, but too of lost is a pain and a joy of moments long passed into the hopelessness of need.
Fate moves her hand in unfair ways.
Looking, seeking, asking, but never finding; is a rode for the
dammed.
Hoping, trusting, being, is the path for the meek, for someday, someway, somehow I will find the desire, of a flower, once more.
Lonnie Ray
AKA: John Sharp
AKA: Harley Cross
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Posted: Jul 2020
About this poem:
I wrote this a few years after my wife died back in the late 90's. The words speak for themselves.online today!RETURN OF YESTERDAY
Yesterday you were a memory in time
Today time appeared to stand still
While with an odor – sound – sight you were here
Thus yesterday again became very real
Feelings and visions tugged at my heart
Thus bringing grief to the front
Overpowering waves of memory rising
Sweeping my emotions with the tide
Riding the rolling waves to shore
Arriving there all battered and bruised
Surviving once again the waves of grief
Memories pushed back to yesterday again
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Posted: Mar 2020
About this poem:
Well - this poem could really relate to what is going on right now in the world. Many are losing loved ones to the COVID-19! Prayers for all dealing with this Monster Virus worldwide. A little revision today 3/13/20 After 11 1/2 years passing of my Mom - grief can still catch me at times unexpectedly.
Christ at the Speed of Light
i was not in no way facing my separation
but then again blessed with a second destination
for the devil would break and not withstand
or the demons piss on his every command
walking in sandals of a holy man
what is the center of our existence
is it not the place of most resistance
but then again blessed with a second destination
for the devil would break and not withstand
or the demons piss on his every command
walking in sandals of a holy man
what is the center of our existence
is it not the place of most resistance
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Posted: Dec 2009
About this poem:
Eric Fromm stated all anxiety comes from the sense of feeling separate.Every Sky is a New Sky
EVERY MORNING IS A NEW MORNING
and EVERYDAY IS A NEW DAY
and EVERY NIGHT IS A NEW NIGHT
BUT STILL
I WISH I COULD LOVE MORE
AND EVERY ROSE IS A NEW ROSE
and EVERY FULL MOON IS A NEW MOON
and EVERY SKY IS A NEW SKY
BUT STILL
I WISH I COULD RISK MORE
Has anybody seen
my blue eyed boy
You know the one
who held dreams
like a stuff toy,
in my small arms
but there was no one home to love or understand me
it was a mystery what they handed me
what I needed to soar
was obscured no one took score
So now I reach inside
I got nothing to give
Just throw out on my knees naked
in a world hanging by a twig
AND EVERY HEARTBEAT IS A NEW HEARTBEAT
and EVERY BREATH IS A NEW BREATH
and EVERY SMILE IS A NEW SMILE
BUT STILL
I WISH THAT I COULD BE MORE
AND IN EVER ME CRIES THERE'S A NEW ME
and IN EVER YOU CRIES THERE'S A NEW YOU
and EVER BUTTERFLY IS A NEW BUTTERFLY
BUT TIL THEN
I WISH THAT I COULD LOVE MORE
and EVERYDAY IS A NEW DAY
and EVERY NIGHT IS A NEW NIGHT
BUT STILL
I WISH I COULD LOVE MORE
AND EVERY ROSE IS A NEW ROSE
and EVERY FULL MOON IS A NEW MOON
and EVERY SKY IS A NEW SKY
BUT STILL
I WISH I COULD RISK MORE
Has anybody seen
my blue eyed boy
You know the one
who held dreams
like a stuff toy,
in my small arms
but there was no one home to love or understand me
it was a mystery what they handed me
what I needed to soar
was obscured no one took score
So now I reach inside
I got nothing to give
Just throw out on my knees naked
in a world hanging by a twig
AND EVERY HEARTBEAT IS A NEW HEARTBEAT
and EVERY BREATH IS A NEW BREATH
and EVERY SMILE IS A NEW SMILE
BUT STILL
I WISH THAT I COULD BE MORE
AND IN EVER ME CRIES THERE'S A NEW ME
and IN EVER YOU CRIES THERE'S A NEW YOU
and EVER BUTTERFLY IS A NEW BUTTERFLY
BUT TIL THEN
I WISH THAT I COULD LOVE MORE
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Posted: Feb 2012
About this poem:
Blowing through heaven and earth, and in our hearts and the heart of every living thing, is a gigantic breath—a great Cry—which we call God. Plant life wished to continue its motionless sleep next to stagnant water, but the Cry leaped up within it and violently shook its roots: “Away, let go of the earth, walk!” Had the tree been able to think and judge, it would have cried, “I don’t want to. What are you urging me to do! You are demanding the impossible! But the Cry, without pity, kept shaking its roots and shouting, “Away, let go of the earth, walk!”Animals appeared--worms--making themselves at home in water and mud. "We're just fine here," they said... But the terrible Cry hammered itself pitilessly into their loins. "Leave the mud, stand up, give birth to your betters!"... And lo! after thousands of eons, man emerged, trembling on his still unsolid legs... He has been fighting, again for thousands of eons, to draw himself, like a sword, out of his animalistic scabbard. He is also fighting--this is his new struggle--to draw himself out of his human scabbard. Man calls in despair, "Where can I go? I have reached the pinnacle, beyond is the abyss." And the Cry answers, "I am beyond. Stand up!"
-Kazantzakis
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You're walking - my very likeness,
Dropping your eyes to the ground.
I also kept dropping them down!
A stranger, halt for a while.
Just read – holding bunch of poppies
And buttercups in your hand, -
That I was one time called Marina,
And this was exactly my age.
Don’t think, here’s a grave beneath you,
I’ll climb out of it with a threat ...
I also was fond of laughter
When laughter was out of place!
And blood kept rushing to cheekbones,
And hair was curling round ...
I also was living, a stranger!
A stranger, halt for a while!
Pluck up wild stalk for your pleasure,
Then pick up a berry ripe.
No berry is bigger and sweeter
Than wild strawberry of graveyard.
But do not keep standing gloomy,
Hanging your head to the breast.
Just casually think about me,
Just casually forget.
How nicely these sun rays light you!
You’re bathing in golden dust ...
And don’t ever get embarrassed
By my voice that comes out of ground.
Dropping your eyes to the ground.
I also kept dropping them down!
A stranger, halt for a while.
Just read – holding bunch of poppies
And buttercups in your hand, -
That I was one time called Marina,
And this was exactly my age.
Don’t think, here’s a grave beneath you,
I’ll climb out of it with a threat ...
I also was fond of laughter
When laughter was out of place!
And blood kept rushing to cheekbones,
And hair was curling round ...
I also was living, a stranger!
A stranger, halt for a while!
Pluck up wild stalk for your pleasure,
Then pick up a berry ripe.
No berry is bigger and sweeter
Than wild strawberry of graveyard.
But do not keep standing gloomy,
Hanging your head to the breast.
Just casually think about me,
Just casually forget.
How nicely these sun rays light you!
You’re bathing in golden dust ...
And don’t ever get embarrassed
By my voice that comes out of ground.
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
Another poem by Russian poetess Marina Tsvetaeva.
GENEVIEVE
me and my baby genevieve. i work so hard to try to please my life with animals cats is such a breeze. i long for the day when i have my own house. then i could keep 30 who"ll say,this place is wonderful. we"re cared for , loved, fed,and it feels so good to stretch out and not worry if there"s a car waiting to kill us.
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Posted: Nov 2019
About this poem:
i wrote this for my baby genevieve, who i call genna.yesterday, she was run over by a real sicko. and she was walking on the white line.i never had a chance to say goodbye so i"ll say it now,farewell my little girl
Regrets and Gratitude
Today, with tears he left me for the last time
Yesterday if he did, I’d have to live with unsaid goodbyes
The past more than four years went through my mind
Nit-picking all those times, finding answers to my why’s
A life lived for others who cared, maybe even loved
Life's demands and priorities tie people down
His days lived alone in his small and quiet world
Devoid of human connection, most days on his own!
Four years ago, we met and our feelings seemed mutual
A warm welcoming sight, in a short coat of warm brown
Smiled so much he drooled all over me, much to my chagrin!
Warmed up to him, I simply couldn't keep my frown!
On days I’m alone and lonely at home; he always dropped by
Caressing my legs asking why, what’s the matter now?
I’ll share with him what I have; I feel it’s always worthwhile
He’ll take what I give, he’ll ask for more then take a bow!
I wonder next time when I work in the garden or water our plants
Who’s gonna come walking around making funny sounds?
Will I see pebbles all over the driveway, will I be upset, cross?
The tears I shed today; a proof a good friend lost!
But am I sad because he’s gone forever from my life?
Or is it more guilt than sadness that’s brewing inside?
I could have done more, I could have love him more
I wore the love inside; allowed contempt to let it hide.
Still I hope this bit of nature I have built around us
Gave him moments of fun instead of just pure glum
Under the banana palms with its broad long leaves
He’s spent days of endless summer hiding from the sun
He has dug the garden beds more times than I ever had
Chasing butterflies and dragon flies all year round
Sleeping next to fragrant flowers in autumn months
Rolling on a sprays of summer colours covering the grounds
Coming home, an orchid flower trashed I'd find
A crafty mind would have thought and planned
To pick the ones with buds about to open and shine
Yet confronted, the look in his eyes says “see it’s gone?”
Feeling ignored; he never failed to make it known
He had the knack of picking my prized, favourite plants
Or making sure he gets more attention than me from my husband
He knew he deserved so much more from these hard-working hands
The silence in this home will echo in his absence.
The Love, Friendship, Company he gave without measure
Leaves a pain in my heart I don’t really understand
Bu I know, I was blessed with four years of memories to treasure!
Yesterday if he did, I’d have to live with unsaid goodbyes
The past more than four years went through my mind
Nit-picking all those times, finding answers to my why’s
A life lived for others who cared, maybe even loved
Life's demands and priorities tie people down
His days lived alone in his small and quiet world
Devoid of human connection, most days on his own!
Four years ago, we met and our feelings seemed mutual
A warm welcoming sight, in a short coat of warm brown
Smiled so much he drooled all over me, much to my chagrin!
Warmed up to him, I simply couldn't keep my frown!
On days I’m alone and lonely at home; he always dropped by
Caressing my legs asking why, what’s the matter now?
I’ll share with him what I have; I feel it’s always worthwhile
He’ll take what I give, he’ll ask for more then take a bow!
I wonder next time when I work in the garden or water our plants
Who’s gonna come walking around making funny sounds?
Will I see pebbles all over the driveway, will I be upset, cross?
The tears I shed today; a proof a good friend lost!
But am I sad because he’s gone forever from my life?
Or is it more guilt than sadness that’s brewing inside?
I could have done more, I could have love him more
I wore the love inside; allowed contempt to let it hide.
Still I hope this bit of nature I have built around us
Gave him moments of fun instead of just pure glum
Under the banana palms with its broad long leaves
He’s spent days of endless summer hiding from the sun
He has dug the garden beds more times than I ever had
Chasing butterflies and dragon flies all year round
Sleeping next to fragrant flowers in autumn months
Rolling on a sprays of summer colours covering the grounds
Coming home, an orchid flower trashed I'd find
A crafty mind would have thought and planned
To pick the ones with buds about to open and shine
Yet confronted, the look in his eyes says “see it’s gone?”
Feeling ignored; he never failed to make it known
He had the knack of picking my prized, favourite plants
Or making sure he gets more attention than me from my husband
He knew he deserved so much more from these hard-working hands
The silence in this home will echo in his absence.
The Love, Friendship, Company he gave without measure
Leaves a pain in my heart I don’t really understand
Bu I know, I was blessed with four years of memories to treasure!
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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
Went on a poetry- writing hiatus for over 2 years so feeling like a stranger to both poetry writing and the poets in the corner now. I hope there are still poets here of my days...it would be nice to hear from you all again.Our furry friend was put down this weekend due to his failing health. I didn't think his passing away will move me as much as it did. Nothing much has stirred me in the past three years that's enough to help me find the courage to try writing again.
Do you remember me?
Do you remember the day,
When we first met and said hello!
It was 31 Dec at 11.59pm exactly,
Before that we were strangers in the street.
What a day to remember you always,
The one and only love of my life,
Call it fate but I say it differently,
Once in a lifetime miracle for me.
I'm not so much into your past,
It's the future with you I'm thinking about,
To be by your side in sickness and health,
And share in your sorrow and joy.
Do you remember our first kiss?
Another unforgettable time of the year,
A day of celebration throughout the universe,
The day our Lord Jesus was born.
Do you remember our happiest day?
The day we became one as husband and wife,
On the day of the risen Christ,
Easter Sunday our anniversary.
Do you still remember me when you're gone?
In the night of the holy Good Friday,
You slept peacefully into the gate of heaven,
And left me here waiting until we meet again!
When we first met and said hello!
It was 31 Dec at 11.59pm exactly,
Before that we were strangers in the street.
What a day to remember you always,
The one and only love of my life,
Call it fate but I say it differently,
Once in a lifetime miracle for me.
I'm not so much into your past,
It's the future with you I'm thinking about,
To be by your side in sickness and health,
And share in your sorrow and joy.
Do you remember our first kiss?
Another unforgettable time of the year,
A day of celebration throughout the universe,
The day our Lord Jesus was born.
Do you remember our happiest day?
The day we became one as husband and wife,
On the day of the risen Christ,
Easter Sunday our anniversary.
Do you still remember me when you're gone?
In the night of the holy Good Friday,
You slept peacefully into the gate of heaven,
And left me here waiting until we meet again!
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
just felt it flowing through my mindbut it does not rhyme
somehow the words are just so beautiful to me
By the way ...this is my imagination
I dont have a wife yet
So dont feel so bad that I lost my wife
Its a special write that amazed myself
So dont feel bad coz its frictional.
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