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Can you see colours?
My Three-year-old Niece's child, blind from birth,
Her Grandpa, my brother.
Walking the garden, her tiny hand in his, showing her colours,
Tiny hands feeling the Green grass,
Little fingers grasping a Brown stone, warm from the sun.
Small bare feet kicking the Blue water gleefully.
Little nose smelling a Pink rose.
Can you see colours?
Sometimes we are too busy to stop and see beauty even when we can.
Her Grandpa, my brother.
Walking the garden, her tiny hand in his, showing her colours,
Tiny hands feeling the Green grass,
Little fingers grasping a Brown stone, warm from the sun.
Small bare feet kicking the Blue water gleefully.
Little nose smelling a Pink rose.
Can you see colours?
Sometimes we are too busy to stop and see beauty even when we can.
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Posted: May 2023
About this poem:
A poem I just read about colours reminded me of this time, was so special to see.
Everlasting.
Look at the sun
See the everlasting
Our hearts on the run
Love within our dream Is starting
Glory before me
The sun before my eyes
My Veronique
You lift my Soul to paradise
Oh Veronique
Your blue eyes are shining
You are my ever light
You are my silver lining
Stand before me
Our joy of Love Is starting
My Veronique
You are my Love everlasting
See the everlasting
Our hearts on the run
Love within our dream Is starting
Glory before me
The sun before my eyes
My Veronique
You lift my Soul to paradise
Oh Veronique
Your blue eyes are shining
You are my ever light
You are my silver lining
Stand before me
Our joy of Love Is starting
My Veronique
You are my Love everlasting
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
Do we Love for a moment or can our Love be everlasting? Each of us has our own answer to this question.
Into Eternity
Walk into eternity
adorned with imortality
Stripped of flesh
and bone, this
primitive reality
Mind dimensions
unknown
Spirit transcending
time
Consciousness awakening
from itself
With its memory
left behind
Infinity is just
a moment, as long
as forever hangs
around
Eternity is but
a broken clock..
The only game
in town~
adorned with imortality
Stripped of flesh
and bone, this
primitive reality
Mind dimensions
unknown
Spirit transcending
time
Consciousness awakening
from itself
With its memory
left behind
Infinity is just
a moment, as long
as forever hangs
around
Eternity is but
a broken clock..
The only game
in town~
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Posted: Nov 2010
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online today!THE OYSTER AND THE PEARL
There was an oyster laying on the shore
That everyone walked by and ignored
For years it was there in the sand
Waiting to be discovered by a human hand
A special miracle started happening inside
A secret God had placed there to hide
Away where no one could see
Grew a precious gem only made by the sea
A lustrous shimmering beautiful pearl
Whose beauty was about to be revealed
A child collecting shells opened to see
A hard beautiful object the size of a pea
God gave the gift of his son to pave our way
To Eternal Life in Heaven our own Easter Day
The beautiful white pearl innocent and white
God’s wondrous work had come to light
That everyone walked by and ignored
For years it was there in the sand
Waiting to be discovered by a human hand
A special miracle started happening inside
A secret God had placed there to hide
Away where no one could see
Grew a precious gem only made by the sea
A lustrous shimmering beautiful pearl
Whose beauty was about to be revealed
A child collecting shells opened to see
A hard beautiful object the size of a pea
God gave the gift of his son to pave our way
To Eternal Life in Heaven our own Easter Day
The beautiful white pearl innocent and white
God’s wondrous work had come to light
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Posted: Mar 2023
About this poem:
God's wondrous gifts to us. Easter is in a week celebrating the greatest gift of all.
~On the small of her back~ (Soulgoddess Challenge)
Tip toed in spin stopping in breath
Hand hold's the mask, floor stands in still
I promptly recall your scent from a time
A market from years, a long time ago.
That day you were masked as you are here right now
Your voice that I heard, hair brown in flow
Upward in thrust each questioning eyes
Hand pushed aside gives a what, kind of stare.
Her dress light in hem fondles the air
Eyes dance about with the odd glance of dare
He takes on lead right from under her feet
Hold's to his time, not loosing a beat.
Hall's filled with masks, masking away
Cape's sweep the floor, drama sin play
Hand on the small, the small of her back
Together they come clothed skin to skin
Masquerade's started
Shall we.......begin!
~Bentlee~
Hand hold's the mask, floor stands in still
I promptly recall your scent from a time
A market from years, a long time ago.
That day you were masked as you are here right now
Your voice that I heard, hair brown in flow
Upward in thrust each questioning eyes
Hand pushed aside gives a what, kind of stare.
Her dress light in hem fondles the air
Eyes dance about with the odd glance of dare
He takes on lead right from under her feet
Hold's to his time, not loosing a beat.
Hall's filled with masks, masking away
Cape's sweep the floor, drama sin play
Hand on the small, the small of her back
Together they come clothed skin to skin
Masquerade's started
Shall we.......begin!
~Bentlee~
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Posted: Mar 2014
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Firefly
My little fireflies send me secret messages
Those flying ferries with magic wands
Three short blinks and three long
Each species a little different from the rest
Like the songs of chirping warblers
In the breeding canopies high in fir trees
I watch and wait with flashlights and nets
For you to appear after the sun sets
After its brilliant colors fade away
And before the first stars appear
I watch you dance and flash and play
Moments of seduction swing and sway
Or perhaps just luring in your prey
I know not exactly why you so delight
That growing twilight with your lights
Those flying ferries with magic wands
Three short blinks and three long
Each species a little different from the rest
Like the songs of chirping warblers
In the breeding canopies high in fir trees
I watch and wait with flashlights and nets
For you to appear after the sun sets
After its brilliant colors fade away
And before the first stars appear
I watch you dance and flash and play
Moments of seduction swing and sway
Or perhaps just luring in your prey
I know not exactly why you so delight
That growing twilight with your lights
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Posted: May 2023
About this poem:
I love those brief early summer nights when fireflies so delight my childlike curiosity.
Pigeon-hearted
from a youth
where muscle had abounded
and they had drank heartily
to the claims
of scandalous deeds
once bedroom bold
swarthy
men who drove iron pegs
men who worked the docks
men who herded cattle
out on the frontier
now sullen
pigeon-hearted
down to a single hair
thin men, fat men
all beaten inward
forced to absorb it all
consigned to the benches
of the world
stoic however
like an orchestra enduring a light rain
mercifully trying to keep to the bar
as the mist
sweeps through the arches
where muscle had abounded
and they had drank heartily
to the claims
of scandalous deeds
once bedroom bold
swarthy
men who drove iron pegs
men who worked the docks
men who herded cattle
out on the frontier
now sullen
pigeon-hearted
down to a single hair
thin men, fat men
all beaten inward
forced to absorb it all
consigned to the benches
of the world
stoic however
like an orchestra enduring a light rain
mercifully trying to keep to the bar
as the mist
sweeps through the arches
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Posted: Jun 2021
About this poem:
loss of youth
online now!Silent Serenade
There's a low sun that's silently rising
The majestic rider thinks I'm dying
The vibes between us are sighing
As the flames kiss the air
A warm embrace engulfs me
A bear hug in strong ecastasy
Strength passes, numbers increasing
The momentary pause, albeit fleecing
The depths of the connection freeing
A breath of air between the two,
As the old soars on with the new
That's coming in actually a bit too soon
As the delightful hug happens beneath the moon
Tears fall down my face, as my salvation saves me from
Grace
The majestic rider thinks I'm dying
The vibes between us are sighing
As the flames kiss the air
A warm embrace engulfs me
A bear hug in strong ecastasy
Strength passes, numbers increasing
The momentary pause, albeit fleecing
The depths of the connection freeing
A breath of air between the two,
As the old soars on with the new
That's coming in actually a bit too soon
As the delightful hug happens beneath the moon
Tears fall down my face, as my salvation saves me from
Grace
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Posted: May 2023
About this poem:
Just a bit of listening and writing.
Book
There are times
When I feel an affinity
With an old forgotten book
Dusty and worn
With a sad pitted cover
Where the elements and time
Have taken their toll
The chapters of my life
Make no great reading
Like the book
Neither of us is a classic
But we both have a story
To tell
In pages so steeped
Within sadness and sorrow
As great bitterness and regret
Weep from both our spines
And the glue
Which for so long
Bound us both
To our own existence
Had deteriorated
Beyond all recognition
But more than any other thing
The final two words
Of both our journeys
Remain true and constant
“The End”
When I feel an affinity
With an old forgotten book
Dusty and worn
With a sad pitted cover
Where the elements and time
Have taken their toll
The chapters of my life
Make no great reading
Like the book
Neither of us is a classic
But we both have a story
To tell
In pages so steeped
Within sadness and sorrow
As great bitterness and regret
Weep from both our spines
And the glue
Which for so long
Bound us both
To our own existence
Had deteriorated
Beyond all recognition
But more than any other thing
The final two words
Of both our journeys
Remain true and constant
“The End”
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Posted: May 2020
About this poem:
And so be it
Cupcakes
I running out of room
For the stuff I have that should be swept out with a broom
Books, movies, and CDs, oh my!
But this year I will try
To find a good baked good
This woman told me I should
But the cupcakes had cream cheese filling
Plus she wanted eight dollars for four in the billing
I said to myself I don't want stuff in my cupcake
Away from this garage sale to someone else who knows how to bake
So away I drove and could not find
A lady told me, not in front of the building, but behind
So the chocolate cupcakes I got, which was nice
And I got them for half the price!
For the stuff I have that should be swept out with a broom
Books, movies, and CDs, oh my!
But this year I will try
To find a good baked good
This woman told me I should
But the cupcakes had cream cheese filling
Plus she wanted eight dollars for four in the billing
I said to myself I don't want stuff in my cupcake
Away from this garage sale to someone else who knows how to bake
So away I drove and could not find
A lady told me, not in front of the building, but behind
So the chocolate cupcakes I got, which was nice
And I got them for half the price!
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Posted: May 2023
About this poem:
I went to Fennimore, Wisconsin for garage sales and found a nice bakery.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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