Poetry

[grant]

Hello Sharon

I had logged out of the forum when I read your poetry and I was deeply moved by the beauty and simplicity of your words. Both my parents are long gone but we had great times together and my mum still "visits" ocassionally.

Comet, we have a tradition to give small tokens as 'remembrances' of those departed - that way, they live on with us.

God bless
Grant

[BenCMitchell]

Hi Sharon

Your words are simple yet powerful. Reading that reminded me of my dear granddad, who passed 5 years ago. He was always there for me when I needed help.

I'm not a religious person, but I always think that he is sitting on his cloud with a glass of whisky looking down and saying 'go for it, me boy!!', as was his phrase..

Thanks for your words Sharon..

Ben

[sharon]

Thank you Grant & Ben for your kind words!

I ain't religious either, but I do believe my mom is also 'visiting' sometimes. together with our previous dog, which died 3 years before my mother.

Hayley's songs from the Japanese CD 'Mother of Mine' and 'To Mother-Mama' are very dear to me, cause they express what I feel.

Thanks again both!

Sharon

[sharon]

Earrings

I remember very well,
How you, in good spirit
Saw your birthday arriving.
It was the end of November 2006,

And I knew very well,
That when you were sick,
You were trying to feel fine.

I miss that feeling of your courage
Your courage to survive,
From a disease that everyone made tremble.

49 years, had float past,
But not without a struggle or fight,
At this time you did not thought of death.

Today was your birthday, even though it was not alright,
We could still be with you for a while.

You opened your gift and suddenly began to cry,
Two earrings were staring at you,
With them in, you looked prettier then the sun and the moon

But we all knew well that the moon would come close soon,
Only for her, for no one else here.

She told me, these are yours one day,
I didn’t want to hear,
But I had sworn,
To wear her earrings one day,
And nobody else here.

They became mine, only 4 weeks later

[anshita]

Sept 29, 2009 19:38:21 GMT @sharon said:

Dark December

My dark days of December
I still, clearly remember
Wishing, hoping & praying for a miracle

Darkness filled the rooms
And darkness filled our hearts

Pain, tears & no more laughter
No happy end, or ever after

In the dark end of December
A little light came in one room
Just for you, just for you

Nobody saw, nobody heard
You left the room so quietly
You did not say, one single word

And on that dark December morning
Daddy woke me up, saying;
Mommy’s gone my love

Gosh Sharon!
Beautifully written!!!

- Anshita

[postscript]

Dear Sharon.

A very wonderful expression of a very personal moment beautifully expressed.

Very well done indeed.

Your mother would have loved it. God Bless you.

Peter S.

[postscript]

I'm not certain if I've done this right, I was intending to be under the correct thread and to cross-link but I may have fouled appallingly.

In:
hwi.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=Welcome&thread=5051&page=3#122131

Richard described his exploits with golf. We seem to share a first-class ineptitude for the sport. Well it seems to work for me so perhaps I got it right after all. Reply under changed topic, how's that Mods?

This was my description of an after-noon's attempt myself. I make no apologies for the doggerel, I was only 17 at the time but having written better poetry since I still rather like it! Hopefully you may all feel a moment's entertainment.

LEARNING TO PLAY GOLF
Up on the golf course I pass the day,
Just for the fun of the game I play.
A budding champ? I'm certainly not...
The worst in the club I'm afraid's my lot.
When at the tee I place my ball,
Practice a swing.. and off it falls!
I take my stance, prepare to play...
A four-yard drive down the fairway.
Further on, my umpteenth ball,
Rests beside a large earth wall.
I use a maschie, no help at all,
All I do is mash me ball.
Then on to the green I come at a run
And find, "Oh dear!" I'm on the wrong one!

Peter Such

[Richard]

Hello Peter!

I'd better explain that my post about playing golf was entirely fictitious. Before you ask, I've never been on a self-catering holiday either!

Richard

[happy]

Ciao, hello, hola, bonjour, kia ora, olá, hallo, 你好,
I wanted to contribute a little poem. happy

~~~ PARADISO SONGBIRD ~~~
(imagine it sung, allegro)

White songbird, rise and sing,
Bright songbird, spread your wing,
Pure songbird, shine and share
Love's intense light and glare.

Soar, rare voice, sing on high,
Glide, light voice, through the sky,
Precious voice, give delight,
Touch hearts with magic height.

Float on notes and ascend,
Rise t'ward song's firmament,
Sweet passion heaven-clear,
Heart-colors all appear.

You're born to sing and fly,
Lift glorious music high,
Brilliance and grace you share,
Paradiso's rarest glare.

[Bamafan]

A silly (not very good) poem I just quickly made:

Words
Said everywhere
Without a care
But MUST be kept in order
I find that words
Both big and small
So often make me wonder.

You're all the same
You're all just words
But sometimes you mean more...
Why, when put in order,
Are you more than just a bore?

Then I stop-
And I stare
Into the distance thoughtfully...
It's feelings that make words mean more
Than in the dictionary!

The answer, I guess, was actually quite simple.
I really should have known.
And now that I've answered my silly little question,
I can stop my poem.

-Taylor i.postimg.cc/9fYxy370/smilie-big-grin.gif

[Richard]

I jump with glee, I jump with joy,
For I was here before Kilroy!

I hate to spoil your little joke;
Kilroy was here but his pencil broke!



Richard

[classyandraste]

Sept 24, 2007 0:27:31 GMT Oksana said:

Hi Kiernankate! Your latest writes are beautiful. I especially like the last one .. I love how you take something like rain and tie it into a different theme (sadness and life). Also, I can definitely relate to some of the poems you posted... that's important for a reader.

Here's a really old one. Originally written when I was 13, and rewritten this year. (I had felt completely uninspired and given up on poetry for the two years in between, but thank God I'm back on track now, because it's a really important outlet for me).

Give Me A Sunrise

“give me a sunrise, please.

a spring sunrise, to watch
daisies and pansies climb
from beneath the sleepy dew.
to hear birds twitter morning
into newborn birches,
and to look at the blue hills
cradling the sun.

or a summer daybreak, sir,
if you please.
to feel the air gather salt
as a peaceful sea awakens
to the cry of gulls. or,
sir, let me rise

to a golden autumn morn,
if you have one of those.
to feel the shadow of frost give way
to the light,
and to run out in the pink-tinged pasture
towards the harvest.

or, sir,
give me a winter dawn,
I would like that too. to
see the sharp kiss of the sun
reflect in every icy branch, so bright
it makes me close my eyes again.

so, sir,
please give me a sunrise.

you’ve one in your pocket.”

Oh Wow!!! I love this poem soooo much. It was really beautiful and totally captivated me!!
I like all the poems, good job people! (clap clap clap)
I'm a poet too, I love to write poetry. Just love it. Also love to read, so thanks for posting!