A Wish #birthday #poetry

happy birthday radiance

candles light upon a cake

symbolizing all your years

and with one single blow

a wish for mankind you will make

 

one – your first in life you’ve just begun

two- you stumble forward tripping too

three – you reach and climb up trees

four – you read and want for more

five – so grown up and alive

ten- adventure stories spin

twenty – master of your destiny

seventy – Sudoku if you can only remember where you put the tea

Today at Poet’s United the prompt is Birthday in honor of Martin Luther King’s Birthday.

Eyes of Love #poetry #devotion

a touch of cherry

 

 

In the reflection of the moment

as the candle flickers

refusing to die out – I see it

The love of the bridegroom

how can he love something so plain

at this moment colorless

my only adornment a few flowers

his smile is like a rainbow

I want  to hold it in my hands

fragrance overwhelms me

like a springtime garden

opening fresh faces to the sun

I am loved, I am loved

the words swirl around me

in whispers, in songs

I become like a prima ballerina

leaping over blue clad clouds

and it only took

one moment to know

when I looked in his eyes

The Lord is likened to a Bridegroom whose heart swells with love when his bride enters the room. No one else is there just the bride and the bridegroom. How is it possible when there are so many brides to be singled out, to be special, to have a one and only kind of love with such a lover?

“The bride belongs to the bridegroom. The friend who attends the bridegroom waits and listens for him, and is full of joy when he hears the bridegroom’s voice. That joy is mine, and it is now complete.”

~John 3:29

In Candlelight… #yesterday #poetry #oldage

station clock

Time stands still for no man

and yet this night

with dear friends

anticipated for so long

I look at my reflection

in a bonfire of  candles

I pass my finger tip

through yesterday

there is that moment

a hush really

 a red ball that I got at 6

rolls past

the bell from my blue bike

rings “8 years today”

puka shells

circle sweet 16

the string breaks

scattering on the sands of time

remembered treasures

I held for a brief moment

and now this eve

where I momentarily hover

looking at a girl

full of dreams

grasping for a bit more

holding on to you

before you slip away

for the first and very last time

my sandy heart

Today’s prompt for Poet’s United Wednesday Motif we celebrate an Evening Out. This post was also inspired by a haiku that for whatever reason caused me to look over my shoulder at my younger self. What would we find there if we could look at younger eyes? Would those eyes gather strength or recoil at what we had become?

Tribute for 9/11 by Moondustwriter

Candles were lit

life was vibrant

breathing and exhaling

giving, seeking

loving

***

What a gift

each passing day

to hold, caress

learn, teach

experience goodness

***

A Vulture

clouded the sky

darkness filled the realm

a choking smoke rose

extinguishing light

***

We heard your cries

saw your lives come

crashing down

into a heap

of rubble

***

many of those candles

never to reflect

never feel  arms

wrapping them

in warmth

***

We will never forget

the brilliance

that shone

from your

lives

***

we will never

forget

the sacrifice

of  9/11

Our hearts go out to those whose candles were extinguished on that fateful day.

May we never forget those lives, those loves.

Thanks for the Shot of the Candles

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Thanks for the Twin Tower Shot

http://www.flickr.com/photos/blatantnews/3951918924/