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Chattels - A Prequel


She´s the little girl sitting on
My Great Granny´s knee,
In one of a box of photos
That she bequeathed to me.
Love child of a wealthy family,
In those days a secret to be kept
Arrangements being made
Even as that baby slept.
She was boarded out into
My Great Grandparents care
She spent the rest of her
Unmarried life living there.
Once a year she was taken
So a servant could see
To confirm she still lived so
They paid the next year´s fee.
It was from there she met
The love of her life
Joining him in India
As an NCO´s wife.
It was a childless marriage
But I was the chosen one
I was in away treated
As their surrogate son.
They never seemed to settle
When they arrived back home
Just a series of frequent moves
In a seemingly aimless roam.
The story of her origin
I´m certain is true
But I´ve no idea if
She herself ever knew.
Did her natural mother know?
I wonder did they ever meet?
Did they ever, just by chance
Pass as strangers on the street.
A story that started in
Queen Victoria´s last days
A time of double standard
And even more rigid social ways.



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poetry2071

At DAY END


At Your
DAY*END:

Count your every
BLESSING with
M I R A C L E
GODSEND:

Everything. Is
a. MIRACLE
BLESSING:

When we give
GOD all. Of. the
PRAISE. And. GLORY
on every Life. Living
and. Loving. Story
in*ALL
THINGS:

at. End
of DAY:

Be humble
and KIND
and Count
thy every
little. BLESSING
with. Great. MIRACLE
Thankfulness. And
with. GREAT
Faith. Love. And
Hope*PRAY

By. John. D. Jungers
05*May*2021

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knighttruelovepoems

My Delicious Honey


I looked ahead and in looking seeing
She had left long before she ever arrived and,
Being just here, she was not.

Her absence sensed before it firmed
Her presence the confirmation.
Clarity her course unfettered passage:
A life staged of all those lived,
Except the one, perhaps, a lapsed cry and,
Her being just here, she was not.

There is nothing here, nothing for you and,
Being nothing, so stronger the intangibles,
So sowed fear, so fled the indistinct.
And which self, giving lay to the absence,
Dared not face the illuminated shutter?
Which self in part, briefly braved the one?
"I am just here,´ she often said!
The eclipsed glow, the lapsed reach
Just here, but just enough, to be not.

Clarity her course unfettered passage:
There is nothing here for you, I care, I do!
It would not be fair to you; I don´t know!
You never said nor did I.
From promises never made
The unmade breached the unset.
Disappearance then followed on
Silent face turned away.
´I am just here,´ she often said and,
So she was, just enough, to be not.


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dreamweaver

SOAP-BUBBLE



~SOAP*BUBBLE~

Amazingly beautiful and wonder of the world,
it is a perfect sphere distorted by the gravity,
with a transparent wall so thin it could be just
a molecule thick with extraordinary forces of the
surface tension keeping it in the shape of a thin film.

Colours of a rainbow reflecting and refracting in
the light and separating into millions of colours.
The beautiful soap*bubble in the air looking great.
Such a wonderful thing to have in my life Forever
and ever till eternity, till the end of time.

Kris ~ Dreamweaver
www.poetrypoem.com/dreamweaver
23rd March 2018.
NOTE:
"Soap*Bubble" is metaphoric and Paradoxical
poem. In the vast scale of time of Billions of
years our life*span of fewer than 100 years is
so small it is almost insignificant and yet to
us our life is so full of things like a
soap*bubble, so beautiful with amazing structure
and millions of colours, bound to burst if touched
or when it touches the ground.

It is also a Metaphor for the things in our
lives that are so beautiful but temporary
things we are bound to lose sooner or later.

There is a Paradox at the end where a wish
to have the Soap Bubble last till eternity
is made. Everlasting Soapbubble is a Paradox.

I write short poems like a compressed Zip file.
Some understand some of it and some do not see
it at all so I felt a need to explain very deep
and serious thinking behind writing my poems.

Kris ~ Dreamweaver
www.poetrypoem.com/dreamweaver
23rd March, 2018.



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sirricky

Walk in Love


Be imitators of the Lord,
As being a beloved child;
While living in one accord,
So stop in your running wild.

Walk in love as Jesus loves us,
Gave himself up to sacrifice;
A fragrant offering as thus,
A sweet smelling taste to entice.

But sexual immorality,
As is proper among the saints;
Avoid any impurity,
By using spiritual restraints.

Stop any dealing with filthiness,
Nor of any crude foolish talk;
Rather giving thanks to profess,
In the steps of Christ to walk.

For of this you know to be sure,
No sexually immoral,
Any person who is impure,
Are not spiritually cordial.

Let know one ever deceive you,
Because empty words brings on wrath;
Know that the Word of God is true,
When on the straight and narrow path.

The sons of disobedience,
Will bring upon the wrath of God;
And disciplined for their offense,
Causing them in becoming flawed.

Do not become partners with them,
For they are walking in the dark;
God ensures that He will condemn,
Wherever that they will embark.

For at one time you were darkness,
But now you are light in the Lord;
Walk as children of the righteous,
While being in one accord.

For the fruit of light will be found,
In all that is good, right, and true;
Enjoyment of heavenly sound,
Consists of righteousness in you.

Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer

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melissaahowells

Wild and Unraveling


I prefer the night
the smooth skin of it
the deceptiveness,
the savory peace that comes with
restlessness

there's not a flowering field
nor an ascending plateau
nor roiling ocean of stars
I've not plied
with my mind

I paint them all differently
the moon is sliver of austere green
the sky, navy*blue and shimmering
with iridescent light
strings of pearls
the outlines of ancient tales
of long dead Goddesses and Gods

I'd never be pale nor waning
but round and flush*pleasing
a transfiguration of altering
re*framed within the limitless
heart and mind of a hopeful child

its best to be untamed
and to let my hair winnow in the air
and unravel the pleasure that comes
with knowing I am always wild

I know of nothing
like the boxing of the ears
and the means of holding back
with leashes, bridles, bits and jeers

I've developed a singular language
of my own
I've built my nest
I borrowed nothing
it could be a lair within the ground
an aerie in the clouds
wherever I am
will be home.

LEGAL copyright for this poem 8:53PM PST May 4, 2021/TIME DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT*A*WORLD

NOT QUITE SATISFIED WITH TITLE. THIS IS A POEM WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE.
MAY RETHINK SOME OF IT LATER.IS A SORTA/KINDA MANIFESTO



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kosherviking

Bewildered..Confused


Bewildered
Confused
How can this be?
It’s simply not right
Everything…
I have given everything
So,
What happened?
What changed?
Was it a memory?
A feeling?
Or,
You have always felt
This way…
Towards me
Leaving me
Bewildered
Confused…
Unhinged.
No not me
My mind is strong
…was strong
Now weak
Unstable
Thoughts that should not be thoughts
Memories that wound
Wounds opened
But truth…?
Never there
Hidden from view
Not from you.
You know me
Hurt me
Confuse me
Bewilder me.



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poet5170

A ZEPTOSECOND




A ZEPTOSECOND

Just one zeptosecond spent with you
Is truly just like a dream come true,
It has a lifetime of happiness built in
And it just puts my head in a spin.

Altho` this is a very short length of time
Each second we`re together is sublime,
We cram as much in as we possibly can
As time is short in relation to its span.

We make use of what time we have got
At least we always give it our best shot,
No time to waste is what I always say
Precious are the seconds of each new day.

The zeptosecond is the shortest unit
Of time ever measured´.

A zeptosecond is a trillionth of a billionth
Of a second, or a decimal point followed
By 20 zeroes and a 1.

copyright´2021 Elsie

Elsie`s Poetry ~*~ Poet5170
http://poetrypoem.com/poet5170



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