Peace
~
The door swung quietly open,
And in walked Peace,
No loud fanfare or lofty attitude,
Nor overly humble was he.
The form was not too edgy,
Soft spots were seen,
And yet there was
Strength quietly un intimidating.
.
Peace wore no halo,
Nor carried a sharp edged sword.
The voice was neither overbearing,
Nor too low to be unheard.
Colors radiated outward,
Floated yet defined,
T’was hard to name a color,
For every color was sublime.
.
Peace brought Joy and Harmony too!
There was Laughter and Aplenty
Joining in with Anew
Sadness was sent packing and Polite
And Calm were entered the door.
The Sorrows and Hurts were healed and
Illnesses were no more,
And all because Peace walked through the door.
.
All looked with wide-eyed wonder,
Such a presence did command,
Yet neither the women nor children,
Could look away, nor full grown men,
All graced the moment at hand.
Slow inner calm, gentleness,
And refined courtesy was restored.
Again the door swung quietly open,
And peace walked out.
~
Somefilly / Samantha ©
***********
That Was Real Funny
.
There we were in the basement quietly waiting
Yes, Lefty, Peety, Chang and I
Door swung quietly open and in walked nobody
We were amazed and wondered why
.
We heard the rustle and heard the footsteps
Was this some kind of elaborate hoax
We were supposed to wait for Buddy and Sven
We were in Doc Martin’s basement and on us was the joke
.
I would wait for the signal and go upstairs
With the boys to surprise the Doc
Was his birthday we wanted to give him a thrill
But he was not there, now that was a shock
.
Later Amanda let me know the party was at the Center
Not like said by Buddy and Sven
We were lucky we still had time to go to the party
And it was ok
I have to figure how to even with those guys
And me and the boys will do it then
.
Dave ©
*********
Tall Dark Stranger
—
The door swung quietly open and in walked……
The most beautiful man that I had ever seen
Where has he been all my life, I asked myself
I didn’t know what to think, why he was at my door
Was he lost, was he a murderer, yes
I’ve been watching by far too many murder mysteries on TV
Is all that I could say or think
—
He looked at me and I looked at him
We were at a cross roads
We didn’t know who would speak first
He had such beautiful blue eyes
He was nearly 6.2, tall ,dark and handsome
The man that I had always wanted
What was he doing and he answered me.
“My car broke down
I noticed that you had just come home
And didn’t shut the door”
—-
Was he stalking me I thought
How would he know all this
Was he the perfect man after all
Or perhaps the perfect creep.
“I’m not a murderer,” he said, as if reading my mind
“I don’t know why I just said what I did
But I really do need to use your phone
To call the auto club, please”,
He said, giving me a soulful look that I couldn’t say no.
—-
I don’t know why I nodded my head and showed him the phone
The old fashioned type that hung on the wall of the kitchen
And then left the room
“Hello”, he said into the phone
Yes, I need help, please come”,
And he asked me the address.
As I told him where the tow truck was to come
I couldn’t help but look at his eyes
—
I went into the living room to wait along with him,
Oh what trouble was I getting myself into now
But he did nothing, he kept his distance.
I turned on the TV and we watched the news of the day
And around an hour later the truck came
And he went with them to his car leaving me behind
—-
I was never to see him again
Nor did I ask his name, nor did he ask mine
But to this day I wish that I had of asked
Because I let that tall dark stranger get away
—–
Susan ©
********
The Door Swung Quietly Open And In Walked…
~
The door swung quietly open
And in walked
Stupid
She was dressed like a hooker
Her top so low cut you could
See her areola
Way more then any woman
Wants to see
She was wearing
Short shorts
With her butt cheeks
Hanging out the back
Her make up was screaming
Come and get me
I don’t charge much
Her hair was wild
everything about
Her was screaming
The men in the place
Were salivating
She strolled up to the bar
And asked for a job.
~
Martha ©
**************
The Magic Of
~
The fire was burning brightly
The night was growing old
Outside snow was falling
The wind was bitter cold
~
Two little ones sound asleep
Tucked tightly in their beds
While dreams of when morning comes
Danced about their heads
~
A tiny tree sat near the door
Decorations all made by them
How could this be Christmas
This was not what they had planned
~
Illness and lack of work
Had put them in a bind
And the thought of children’s gifts
Weighed heavy on their mind
~
No presents beneath the tiny tree
Was more than they could bear
And they sat together
With their eyes closed tight in prayer
~
When the door swung quietly open
and in walked…..
~
A rosy cheeked man in red
With black boots on his feet
He had a bag of presents
And food for them to eat
~
He never spoke not nary a word
Not a word they heard him say
Until everything was finished
And he started on his way
~
“Merry Christmas and God Bless
To you and yours today”
Then out into the snow he went
No more they heard him say
~
They looked all about the room
And my how it did shine
They knew their home had received
The magic of Christmas time
~
Stella ©
**********
Doors
.
Adversity surrounded me encasing me in shadows
Each turn led to a closed door of opportunity
No matter how hard I tried to overcome my fouls
It seemed endless and life was turning into a challenge
One that I felt I was not up to overcoming
.
Doors closed whenever I tried to change things
To make a smoother voyage as I moved on to my destiny
Seemed like I couldn’t wedge them open to let me in
So that I could do what I had to do to succeed
I couldn’t get the tools that I truly need
.
The door swung quietly open and in walked
Someone whose faith in me never wavered
With open arms he took me in and helped me
Through all the rough paths I had to overcome
Clearing the roads of the dregs of my past
.
Opening up new avenues for me to pursue
Holding my hand if I stumbled so I wouldn’t fall
Helping me to keep it together through it all
.
Kathy Lynn ©
*************
The Give and Take
~
The door swung quietly open and in walked the woman
She was here now
Where she had only shown herself in my dreams
And she was HERE!
~
She walked up
Gave me a passionate kiss
Backed off and
Slapped me hard.
~
Then my muse leaned over my shoulder
And we collaborated on several poems.
~
Then the door swung quietly open and
Out she walked.
~
Robert Lanphar ©
********

Moonbeams
.
Sitting on the shore with the crisp wind
Whipping across the ocean sending up
A mighty roar as they come crashing into shore
The moonbeams streak across and light the night
Dancing across the water like diamonds they glisten
Sparkling their beauty with radiant colors
.
Slowly I wander back to my reverie
Taking only love’s memories with me
For she has gone…gone with my heart
I enter the quiet that awaits me at home
Pictures of her haunt me as I look around
No peace will ever be found
.
Then to my surprise the moonlight shone through
As the door swung quietly open and in walked my salvation
My heart tightened and my soul opened up to receive
The love of my life running to me with tears in her eyes
I grabbed a hold of her and closed my eyes
Thanking God for her change of heart and love’s sighs
.
Justin ©
***********
Come Again Fair Poet, Come Again
—
From the dark social doldrums,
Blaring with music
The transition was made
To the low lit holes in the wall
Lounges, free of the stereotypical
Finger snapping and grumbling chatter
As an artist poured their heart
Before a partially attentive audience
In between acts,
The door swung quietly open
And in walked splendor
Disguised as a conservatively dressed beauty
Footsteps unheard,
She slid to a seat unnoticed
Choosing the wall,
Diagonal from my vantage point
Attention returned to the stage
Respectfully engaging with the next performer
And surprised as the one to follow was she
Holding the microphone with the care of a mother to her newborn
Her eyes closed and her head drooped
Only to rise with a complete change in demeanor
Her character was compelling
Her eyes transfixed on her surroundings
As if reliving the tale she told to all in attendance
Riveting it was…
My head leaned
My hands clasped on to my knees
Trying to stop them from shaking
She captivated like none before
Her story…
Her soul…
Distributed across the silent room
It took all within me to not run to her
Just to stand in her breathing space
And gaze in her eyes
And search her heart
What a being she was…
It was nearly love that struck me
But as quickly as she arrived
So she left
And a part of me resisted from following her out the door
In fear of looking a fool
More than my hands, my being applauded her
And it was only a wish to see her enter through those doors again
Another lounge visit would be worth the price of admission
If she would reappear…
Just as mysteriously
Come again fair poet…
Come again
.
ESG ©

Word Challenge Word List
~
subtrist, absurd, capital, grounded, ideally,
society, greedy, wisdom, gained, easier
*********************************

How Absurd
.
How absurd society is to think
That without being grounded
We won’t be on the brink
Of successfully ending these wars
As long as people are greedy for power
There is to be gained by unscrupulous men
We can never have total peace again
.
I am subtrist to know that the cycle
Continues to grow and grow
More and more people are drawn
Into a war that they never wanted
Lacking in wisdom it will continue
To overrun the innocent and vulnerable
.
Justin ©
.
Subtrist, absurd, grounded,
society, greedy, wisdom,,
gained
***********
Wisdom Gained
~
In the society of evil
One must learn what is important
It is important that truth will out
The only way to live
Is to be grounded in the truth
To be greedy is to walk the path of destruction
You may find wealth here on Earth
However
“What does it profit a man if he gain the whole world
But loose his own soul.”
Subtrist is absurd
Ideally, joy should be the objective
And to share that joy
With all we come in contact with
It is easier to be open hearted
And it is a capital idea
That leads to ultimate happiness.
~
Martha ©
***********
Subtrist
.
I have become subtrist
Over a society that has become
Greedy without attaining any wisdom
From events that have transpired in the past
.
Ideally it is easier to pretend that all is good
When in reality it is absurd to believe this way
.
So much violence and hatred is spreading
Throughout the world engulfing innocent people
Only wishing for peace and happiness
.
There are those that are not grounded by a conscience
Having no regard for humanity and exploiting the poor
Innocent people that are unable to stand up for themselves
.
Unfortunately there will always be those that want power
By violence and uprisings to inflict pain upon all that
oppose them
To anyone that tries to seek justice and peace
.
Kathy Lynn ©
.
(Subtrist, absurd, grounded,
Ideally, society, greedy,
Wisdom, gained, easier)
************
A Flight Story
~
My subtrist mood
Was made no easier
When the plane was grounded
There in the capital
~
How absurd to set there on the tarmac
Surrounded by a plane full of
Unfriendly and greedy business people
~
Ideally I would have a nice flight home
Arriving in time for the society event of the year
~
Attending the Quilt Lovers Showcase
Would have gained myself a far better mood
~
In all of my wisdom I told the flight attendant
” Just open the doors. I will jump out and walk home!”
~
Oh my, Neither she nor the flight crew liked that
And it was for certain security didn’t either.
~
Stella ©
~
All 10 words used.
Subtrist, absurb, capital, grounded, ideally, society,
greedy, wisdom, gained, easier
************
The Way of Life
~
In this greedy, capitalistic society
We are inculcated with absurd wisdom:
~
“To be truly grounded
We ideally must surround ourselves
With all of our gained resources
So when we die
We hold on tightly to our chit
To see who is the winner of this
Game of life.”
~
This then is the easier path
As the rocky path
Leads through the Cross.
~
Blessed be the subtrist way
Which allows for the first step
Leading from the way of death
To life everlasting
~
Robert Lanphar ©
~
SUBTRIST, SOCIETY, ABSURD, GREEDY
CAPITAL, WISDOM, GROUNDED, GAINED
IDEALLY, EASIER
***********
I Find That There Are
.
I find that there are too
Many greedy people in this world
How long do they have to control
To subject their so-called wisdom to society
.
Let people make up their own minds
Stop telling us what to do
Yes, I know I’m at a ranting stage
But I can’t help myself
This country’s controlled
By others, who aren’t themselves
Others who want the control
.
They just need to be left alone
If they kept themselves more grounded
Then they might see themselves
For what they’re worth
.
The good and only the good should survive
But alas, I know that’s not going to be the case
.
It’s absurd to say the least
But in the best of world’s
Well, you just never know
.
Susan ©
.
words used, absurd, grounded, society,greedy
*********
All In This Together
.
In today’s society it is absurd for so
Few to be greedy effecting so many
Keeping all capital and assigning mere
Crumbs for those that hardly have any
.
Wisdom dictates when wealth is truly
Shared by all, all can truly be wealthy
Wealth not only in terms of monetary
Sustenance but wealth in sharing spiritually
Making living life most healthy
.
Our nation grounded in liberty for all
Not just those with the most money
So much can be gained when we all act
Together respect never meant to be
Taken lightly, amusing or even funny
.
Yes life can be so much easier for
Every single soul in this great land
Give everyone both young old, wealthy
Destitute, the same helping hand
.
Dave ©

Featured below is a a Tribute Poem written for one of Kal’s birthdays by poet JustinJms.
As we remember and honor Kal this week it seems only right to share this poem that shows not just how Justin felt about Kal but how we all did and the kind of person Kal was.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tribute to Kal
.

I haven’t been in this group

Long enough to know much

About anyone…but let me

Tell you about a new friend

I have made…his name is Kal

.

When I first came I was a bit leery

Because I have never shared my poems

With anyone but my mom

He made me feel so welcome

And I started having a lot of fun.

.

Mom had told me that he was a great guy

And from my encounters with him

I found out for myself

That my mom didn’t lie

.

Kal is a great poet and is so very wise

When he improvises his poetry

He can make you laugh and think

But he can also make you cry

.

He puts his heart into everything he writes

From romance, nature, and other topics

He is always happy and kids around with all

Never getting uptight

.

It is such a pleasure to have met a man

A true gentleman for all to see

He has helped me to come out of my shell

My good friend Kal
.
Justin Jms

.

Memorial
In Honor of Kalman Robinson

Born: Philadelphia, Pa.
Married: Ruth ( for over 60 years)
Retired to: Flordia
Children Dr. Michael (Dana) Robinson and
grandchildren Andrew and Emily
Children: Norman (Ann) Robinson and grandson Kip

Kal was a WW2 veteran. After receiving his college degree after the war, he retired holding the position of Top Ranking Salesperson for Macys.

Kal was highly involved with getting medical students placed in the schools where
they could receive the best education and training in their field
He also taught computer classes to Senior Citizens in the community were he and Ruth resided in Florida.

Kal was active in the Poetry Palace Room, Platinum Poetry Room, Late Night Poets Room and the former TAG Poetry Room also To A Muse Poetry Room.
He was also a seasoned member of the Golden Years Chat Room.

Kal was more than a poet to us, he was a dear, trusted and much loved friend.
He loved to joke and laugh, he always made everyone feel at ease and was always a friend.

Though hit by serious illness more than once, Kal was a fighter and a survivor
On September 19, 2013 Kal’s poetry pen became silent and our hearts were broke because we all lost someone who was so special and was truly loved.
Kal.. We will never forget, we will remember you with smiles and tears and you will forever and always be a part of us.

With love,
All you poetry poet friends
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Poetry of Kal
*******************
With Hand Extended
.
With hand extended
And on knee bended
I took her hand
And as I planned
I asked the thing
That would make my heart ring
.
Will you marry me?
And I had to wait to see
Cause my tears were in my eyes
As I waited for my prize
.
She smiled an nodded at me
And said she heard my plea
But no answer was on her lips
As she stood and shook her hips
.
I waited with a heavy heart
To wonder when she would start
To answer my proposal
And satisfy my heart and all.
.
SHE SAID YES !!
.
Kal 1-15-2013
*******************
My Everlasting Star
.
Although I am not often wise
I see that star in her eyes
She lights the firmament when she glows
And seems like she always knows
.
The brilliance of her smiling face
Is more than just a trace
She shines from near or far
And reveals her twinkling star
.
I like to think that she is real
And wonder why she makes me feel
Like I am what she alone shines for
Because she knows it’s she I adore
.
So shine and twinkle my dear
Know that I always wish you here
Be my everlasting star
Although you shine from so afar
.
Kal
**********
A Picture Frame
.
The silhouette is always the same
In a picture frame
I devote my appreciation
To one particular lady, a sensation
.
She is my ideal
And she makes me feel
As if I were her king
And would do for her everything
.
She sets me on a pedestal
And reminds me that I need no tool
To satisfy her needs
Because she has no greed
.
Her image comes to view
With everything I do
And I am so with her in love
That we fit together hand in glove
.
Kal
***************
My Love
.
My love is someone on my mind
Whenever I stop to reflect
And that person is not the one
That I could never respect
.
She has to be a trusting soul
And take whatever I give
Sometimes it may be hard for her
But she must me forgive
.
For when I do not meet her expectations
She has to have a broad mind
And then she has to understand me
And return my love in kind
.
She must believe in what I do
And accept my every act
And then she will measure up
And that I believe is fact
.
Kal 3-3-2013
**************
Memories Of Days Gone Bye
.
I sit and ponder of my past
The memories of life do last
I think of all the things I’ve done
And enthuse about the things I’ve won
.
The days of yesterday are many
And I would not sell them for a penny
Because as we grow old and gray
Memories are about all we have to say
.
We tell of our accomplishment
And then we admit to times we’d vent
But most of all we smile about things
Like wedding bells and diamond rings
.
Time was when we were bold and strong
And remember when I did no wrong
But now when I just reminisce
I regret about the things I miss
.
But the Lord has been so good to me
For all I did and all I did see
So I thank him much for all that I
Experienced in the wink of an eye
.
Kal 1-31-2013
**********
Touching My Heart
.
It seems that long fingers aren’t needed
For my heart to be feeded
Cause my heart is hard to hold
And its a sad story to be told
.
Long ago when I stood and knelt
And expressed to her how I felt
She had that look of soft desire
That set my beating heart afire
.
I felt her grasp what was in my heart
When I stated “we’ll never part”
And she graciously acknowledged
That for her I send my life a forage
.
Her look alone was all I needed
And no other en treatment was heeded
She as you know accepted me
As she touched my heart and saying “Oui Oui”
.
Kal 1-29-2013
*********
Kal’s Portrait
.
I sweep a brush across my life
Thru all the good times and the strife
I paint my life as quite alright
Although at times it was quite a fight
.
My youth was fun,I did enjoy
All the shennagans of a well rounded boy
But war did interrupt my education
I went to fight for this, my nation
.
After which I wanted knowledge
I sought it at a southern college
When next I sought to earn my fortune
And had to dance to several tunes
.
Then to round out a normal life
I met and married my lovely wife
The children came, as was my due
We had sons, both one and two
.
With a variety of many an endeavor
Some of which were not too cleaver
I managed to earn and save my funds
And then I retired these creaky old buns
.
This was my life in the land of the free
And now that you know more of me
I hope that you may call me a friend
And enjoy my company until the end’
.
Kal
**********
The Clock Tower
.
The corner building has a tower
And in it there resides a clock
When it rings in sun or in shower
He noise can be heard for many a block
.
It announces every hour and minute
And the works that are built in it
Create the wonderful sound
That announces the time to the town
.
The folks all know what time of day
And all of them go out of their way
To look up and know what time it is
and also know the close of biz
.
It says that it is time to eat
And then it announces time of retreat
It tells us all whatever we do
That it’s there for just me and you
.
Kal
**************
Late In Life
.
There comes a time in a man’s life
When he may be without his wife
No one else can take her place
Because they would lack her style and grace
.
A man at home must fend alone
And he must get all of life’s work done
The woman that had been his for years
Is no longer there with her smiles and tears
.
He feels the silence in his home
And imagines the quietness of his tomb
His future seems so very dim
It gives pause to everything for him
.
He remembers all the fun they had
And also the times that were very sad
But no one else feels the things he misses
Especially the hugs and kisses
.
But life goes on as folks may say
And he has to smile to not show his dismay
He anticipates the end when they will be rejoined
And hopefully his fate will not be purloined
.
Kal
*********
Tattered Edges On My Books
.
My library is so well used
That the books I have need an excuse
The tattered edges show it all
Some come apart or even fall
.
I love to read most every type
And all the praise is not just hype
A mystery
A history
.
Any subject is my kind
And I pursue them line by line
The fact that they are tattered and worn
Just shows that I’ve read them till they are torn
.
The most important thing
Is the praise that I have to sing
For the writers did so well
That I read until I’m under their spell
.
So worn and torn
I’ll blow my horn
For all the classics that I’ve read
Till I was so tired and then to bed
.
Kal 3-3-2013
***************

The Grand Night
.
We went out to celebrate
And chose a place that was first rate
It was a very happy occasion
To announce the birth of my grandson
.
We wined and dined to our hearts content
And felt it worth every nick le spent
We laughed and smiled in our glee
Because it was sheer happiness, you see
.
He was born to our youngest son
And was the prince of all kids under the sun
We waited so long for that event
Because it was for our son time well spent
.
He lived so far away from us
And didn’t want to make an fuss
So we went on line to see the boy
That he produced and gave us so much joy
.
Now we know that there are other kids
But none that we would want to rid
We feel that his birth was just so right
That is why we called it a grand night
Kal 1-15-2013
**********
For You My Love
.
For you my love
Every year about this time
We try to come up with something sublime
A gift for that perfect someone
We try to avoid a gift that’s just fun
.
I know that comes Valentine’s day
I’ll be searching to get her present and say
You are the Valentine of my heart
And we shall never be apart
.
She always likes a single red rose
And I get that for her but heaven knows
I have to come up with something more
Or she would probably shut my door
.
I know a fancy car would please
But that gift doesn’t come with ease
But I think a kiss and statement of love
Would be a satisfying statement from the Lord above
.
For you my love !
.
Kal 2-12-2013
*****************
The Pillow Beside Me
.
As I lie in bed

And rest my head

I turn to see

The lady beside me

.

Her head rests on the pillow beside me

And she sleeps with a smile and seems so happy

I too am happy to see her glow

Because I admit, I love her so

.

She is my heart

Till death do we part

Where the words we spoke

Every day that we woke

.

So now when I sleep and lie down to rest

I know that my lady is there right next

My delight is infact all it can be

Knowing that she is on the pillow beside me

.

Kal

********

Giggles
.
Just two years old and sitting on my knee
Playing with a toy and smiling at me
.
The cutest boy I have ever seen
With his favorite toys scattered in between
.
Bending over I kiss his sweet little head as he wiggles
He looks at me with a cute smile and he giggles
.
I laugh out loud and hold him up high
Thanking God for him… I quietly sigh
.
The sweetest sound anyone could ever hear
Is the sound of a baby giggling without fear
.
Happy and content he plays with his toy
With all the love and trust of a happy boy
.
A boy that knows he is loved by all
Will grow in stature brave and tall
.
He will follow orders to the letter and not shirk
Fulfill his destiny with intelligence and hard work
.
As each year goes by he has accomplished so much
He treats everyone with respect and earns their trust
.
My son…a grown man now that I love so much
.
Kathy Lynn ©
*******
A Mother’s Voice
~
A mother sings a lullaby
While rocking in her chair
Whispering the words of love
In her sleeping baby’s hair
~
A mother reads a storybook
When young ones are tucked in bed
Her voice and words paint pictures
So sweet dreams will fill their heads
~
A mother bows her head in prayer
Praying daily for her children and friends
Asking God to guide and keep watch
From day’s start until day’s end
~
A mother speaks words from her heart
Full of wisdom, strength and so profound
A mother’s voice, yes her voice
Is forever the sweetest sound
~
Stella ©
*********
Artistic Rhythms
~
“It was on the train, with its steely rhythms, its rattle-ty
bang,
that is so often so stimulating to a composer…”
George Gershwin
~
The gentle squeal of a baby
Well of course…
But the sweetest sound
I have found is the gentle sound of
Train and rails,
Easily making
A connection
Bringing to the surface
Those deep welled thoughts
Fostering the creative moment…
But, I was crippled
Without writing materials
Until I stormed into the Mission gift store
Purchasing an autograph book and Feathered pen
Immediately capturing a POEM,
My first ever POEM
Back in 1990.
~
Just so
I play over and over
George Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue
Birthed as well on a train.
~
Robert Lanphar ©
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Something So Wonderful
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The sweetest sound is to have her
Whisper in my ear, I love you
No other phrase or expression can ever come
Close to that sweet sound in my view
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Holding her close getting a dose of pure
Pristine joy, pure delight
The world at that moment goes away it
Is we two alone,
So very right
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To hear her call my name is always a thrill
Knowing I’m not only her main
Squeeze but her only squeeze
It is like everything that can go
So right has gone so right that night
All she does to me is please
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This feeling this situation can for me
Go on forever I’m like a kid in a candy shop
Life has never been more wonderful or
Fulfilling every day with her full
Of wonder I never want it to stop
.
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Dave ©
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The Sound Of Nothing
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The sweetest sound
That I’ve heard from time to time
Is nothing, just nature falling around
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The sweetest sound
Is music playing
Is it my tune
I can’t really tell
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The sweetest sound
Is a baby’s laughter over and over again
Repetition is that key
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The sweetest sound
Is almost nothing
When all is right with the world
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Susan ©
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Sound Of Your Voice
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When I look into your eyes
I am mesmerized
Blue with gold specks
They sparkle and shine
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As I bend my head to kiss
Your velvet lips I can taste
The sweetness of your warm breath
As it mingles with mine
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The soft whisper in my ear
As you hold me tight in your arms
Saying how much you love me
Is the sweetest sound I have ever heard
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The sighs that escape your lips
As we enter into heavenly bliss
Send chills down my spine
For I know that in your heart
You are truly mine
.
Justin ©

My Life Is An Unfinished Painting
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My life is an unfinished painting
The pallet of many colors
Is awaiting to finish my painting
The artist is not quit sure
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How he must explore
The composition just wasn’t right
The white beard was a little out of place
Michelangelo couldn’t get it right
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He seemed to have all night
The facial expression just was a little off
The artist when faster and faster as he got sloshed
Too much Italian wine for a man of this time
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Fifteenth Century artist gave me a wondrous look
Make me look like a nineteen thirties crook
Art is the foundation for all kind of fakes
In which I wanted to partake In the Billion Dollar art world
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Auction where the high bidder goes home broke
But carries a high priced painting he loves the most
As you can see my life is like an unfinished painting
A well known poet like me.
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Jim Smith ©
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Yet To Paint
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Paints and brushes yet to use
On a canvas not yet completed
So many things left to add
Like adventures so needed
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Failures and successes
Milestones that I reach
More emotions yet to share
More words that I must speak
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Friends to make and to love
Laughter, pain and tears
Joys, fright and courage
Faced through each passing year
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Special memories , special songs
Times that take the breath
So much yet to live
In the time I have left
~
The time now , the time is here
No more casually just waiting
One thing is for sure
My life is an unfinished painting
~
Stella ©
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Ah, yes My Life
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Ah yes, my life
I’m not done
I’d like to think at this point
That I’ve done all I want
What to do, and when to do it
But is life ever finished.
Like an unfinished painting
.
You always look at it, and say
It could be better.
No that color doesn’t go with that one
This one, here, maybe move it around
Paint another that’s just a smidgen better
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My life is an unfinished painting
Where to place it
When, where, how,
The questions always asked
Are they necessary are they
Just words that appear on a paper,a picture
Do we have to always ask
Why did we do that, when
Or why aren’t we doing that now
We know what’s best for us don’t we
But yet we’re questioned,
Oh why aren’t you this way or
That way at your age
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My life is an unfinished painting
It might work for some but not others
I might see beauty in it all
But others see just fall
And you’re trapped in a wall.
Don’t come to call with all the negativity
.
My life is an unfinished painting
What it might be is good for me
Because it’s mine
You want to see it
Then so fine
But just let me be
In the very end
It’s what I want
When I see around the bend
Perhaps I’ll get back to you
.
Susan ©
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Life begins with innocence
Uncharted paths opened up
For me to travel cautiously
Like an artist when he approaches his canvas.
He opens up his mind and heart and with his palette
Of many colors he begins to paint his dream
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My life is an unfinished painting
Light colors for the days of carefree
Childhood spent playing with friends
Going to school and enjoying sports
.
There are some other lines of colors
From when life was hard and I felt lost
In a quagmire of twisted roots and vines
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Then the bright light of my mother’s hands
As she reached out and helped me through
To a safe place where I could be at peace
And not afraid of the days ahead
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Colors mixing and swirling around on my canvas
My life becoming fuller with my eyes on my
Journey to fulfill my destiny
.
To become what I have always wanted to be
I am an unfinished painting but with each
Day it becomes fuller and brighter
Than the day before
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With hard work and perseverance
I will achieve what I set out to be
And my painting will be done
Ready to enjoy the fruits of my labor
.
Justin ©
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My Life Is An Unfinished Painting
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Here I sit with my king
Holding hands as we talk
As an artist adds just a little more
To the painting that is my life
For my life is an unfinished painting
And there is no way of knowing
When it will be finished
All I know is I am going to have my fun
Along the way and enjoy my life
I am going to do all I can to make this
Unfinished painting that is my life
Be bright and vibrant with lots of cool
Swirls and shapes
Making the painter go dizzy
And in need of sunglasses at night
For my life is an unfinished painting
But I am going to make it the coolest painting there is
As it gets finished slowly by the painter
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Jet ©
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Echoes Of You
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The whispered echoes of your heart
Remind me where I need to be
You guide me gently into the depths of your love
Surrounding me with your desire and passion
That takes my breath away as I rest in the calm of your spirit
In the peace you have created for me and you alone
The waves of your love surround me
And my heart surrenders unconditionally
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Lost to all else that surrounds us
As the darkness of night draws near
Only you and I here now living peacefully
In the depths of each others hearts
…
Soft silent whispers as lucid as dreams
Heard only by the ear of the heart
Undertaken only by the soul
Every breath and beat of our hearts is where we belong
…
I rest in your calmness in the shadow of your serenity
You are my greatest gift, my universe in creation
The biggest part of me
…
All that surrounds us is alive within us
Remembering our past
Living our present
Creating our future
I arise from the ashes of mere possibility of you loving me
As you speak gently to the deepest part of me
Tenderly holding and soothing my heart
As we share tears of joy together
…
Immersing myself in the love you endlessly share
I hold precious what your life gives me
Hope for a life with you carries me through my day
Every moment has the potential to be a beginning
Of days that we will hold in our memories eternally
A gift of love and joy that lives as us infinitely
Without you my life is an unfinished painting
……
AzurreDawn ©
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My Life Is An Unfinished Painting
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My live is on unfinished painting?
Really?
How old does one have to be
To really be unfinished
I have reached that place
Where my next growth spurt
Will be the end of life
I am not Dorian Gray
I think I missed out
On the painting
No one ever started one
So there is nothing to finish
There have been myriad photographs
69 years worth of them
From semi cute little kid
All the way up to this old lady
That you see before you today
All I can really say is this
One day I was born
Each successive day I aged
The lack of a painting is what it is
But I did evolve
Into an adorable little old lady
But my life an unfinished painting?
Not really.
~
Martha ©
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My Life Is An Unfinished Painting
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The canvas is stretched
The muted background splashed on
A tree and stream lined path
Leads off to the horizon
Leaves form a gentle carpet and
Tiny rivulets sparkle in the sunlight.
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The leaves are the many contacts
In God’s Kingdom
The sparkles are the encounters
To grow in the Spirit
The path is made clear as
I realize
My life is an unfinished painting.
~
Robert Lanphar ©
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Zen
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There are a few zen practitioners
Who have no fear, but one, soilers
That fear is, they will piss on themselves
During death, looking for higher shelves
Mine is, I want to give a real big smile;)
Laugh and know that I went the extra mile
While I take my one painful last breath
The time I man up and laugh at Mr. Death
My life is an unfinished painting
I look to God and Jesus, so no failing
That is my shuyo, the eternal way to peace
When my time on this earth comes to cease
Perhaps I`ll look at clouds and the geese
But I`m here now, not done with this piece
I have used every color since I started
Seems this paint I have the most, is red
And I have a lot of white paint too
For sure, I used up almost all of the blue
Skies cover a large portion of the canvas
In the corner, I`ll paint a little atlas
So small you`ll need a magnifying glass
Lots of green, add some white for the grass
I sling some red on with my finger tips
Cause I have bled and been on many trips
That makes the roses, tulips and poppies
I stir the blotch in the grass to puppies
Brush the the other big one into a barn
Add some kittens next to it rollin in yarn
I paint a big ol mountain in the background
With a stream running all the way around
Down to the lake, I paint the reflection
And I laugh out loud at all the rejection
I see something there, It`s Gods affection
I grab the white I`ve been saving so long
I paint clouds before I`m headed home
Just a little bit of white paint left
Deeply inhaling I blow with my hardest breath
AH smiling! There they are, the pretty stars
I step back, laughing at this painting passing mars
Like the day I was born, in the natural state
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Kevin ©
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Unfinished
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Blending into night’s sky
Moon’s glow a shadowy mist
Heavy strokes of clouds painted
Heaven’s canvas kissed.
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Mirrored on the ocean’s face
Rippled waves touched the shore
Gifting me softest laughter
My feet walk among wave’s roar.
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Musical sounds playing
Enchanting lilts of mystery
It seems your face follows
My every move silently..
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Your haunting ghostly light
Coats the flesh silvering
When clouds veil evening stars
My life is an unfinished painting.
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Misty moon I wonder yet
What you see as you look down
Upon a mortal like me
In your pale glow my eyes drown.
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Reflecting Lover’s moonlight
Midnight’s ink allures across the sky
So little and yet so much
For dreamers, for you … and I.
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Somefilly / Samantha