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August 9, 2016
Another poem with a different feeling....
So...what about another poem with strange feelings? Here it is....I think it is filled with lots of truth...
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b.d.m.c.
The blind,
the deaf,
the mute,
and the crippled,
they never let go of us
nor do we of them.
They leave us silent
and silenced,
but never thoughtless.
I told my son today,
I met an Eskimo lady
just yesterday.
He was amused,
but not amazed;
but I did not mention
meeting a blind man
earlier today;
nor the deaf-mute
who crossed my path
four days ago.
Deep in our minds,
pity can be found in a corner,
holding hands with curiosity
while both are embraced
by shame.
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Hope that you enjoyed. Thank you for your valuable time and attention. Do be safe and much love!
~Roland~
#poetry #authors #iamwriting #reading
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b.d.m.c.
The blind,
the deaf,
the mute,
and the crippled,
they never let go of us
nor do we of them.
They leave us silent
and silenced,
but never thoughtless.
I told my son today,
I met an Eskimo lady
just yesterday.
He was amused,
but not amazed;
but I did not mention
meeting a blind man
earlier today;
nor the deaf-mute
who crossed my path
four days ago.
Deep in our minds,
pity can be found in a corner,
holding hands with curiosity
while both are embraced
by shame.
___
Hope that you enjoyed. Thank you for your valuable time and attention. Do be safe and much love!
~Roland~
#poetry #authors #iamwriting #reading
August 8, 2016
Another poem, but with a different feeling
Now....a poem with some other feelings. Just hope you like it as you have done all the others.
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AS HUMAN
I know now that I once knew him
They told me all about what he’d done
And all that had been done to him
I got it all once it had sunk in
He could not stay away from bad
Now they say no good can come of him
His family had tried and failed
He now walks the streets like the undead
In ragged clothes and five lost teeth
All wait for the shame to be blotted
by time. Our partner in crime
But no more are they holding their breath
For their shame has reached its limit
And their patience has long lost its name
At night he would scavenge garbage
He halted when he saw me looking
The same glance he had that one time
A soft voice pleading for me to leave
I asked him later what I’d done
I can’t do that when you are looking
…humanity is never a shame to us…
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Thank you once again for all your time and attention and do be safe. Much love.
~Roland~
#poetry #writing #reading #authors
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AS HUMAN
I know now that I once knew him
They told me all about what he’d done
And all that had been done to him
I got it all once it had sunk in
He could not stay away from bad
Now they say no good can come of him
His family had tried and failed
He now walks the streets like the undead
In ragged clothes and five lost teeth
All wait for the shame to be blotted
by time. Our partner in crime
But no more are they holding their breath
For their shame has reached its limit
And their patience has long lost its name
At night he would scavenge garbage
He halted when he saw me looking
The same glance he had that one time
A soft voice pleading for me to leave
I asked him later what I’d done
I can’t do that when you are looking
…humanity is never a shame to us…
___
Thank you once again for all your time and attention and do be safe. Much love.
~Roland~
#poetry #writing #reading #authors
A poem with other feelings...
Now....a poem with some other feelings. Just hope you like it as you have done all the others.
___AS HUMANI know now that I once knew himThey told me all about what he’d doneAnd all that had been done to himI got it all once it had sunk inHe could not stay away from bad
Now they say no good can come of himHis family had tried and failedHe now walks the streets like the undeadIn ragged clothes and five lost teethAll wait for the shame to be blotted
by time. Our partner in crimeBut no more are they holding their breathFor their shame has reached its limitAnd their patience has long lost its nameAt night he would scavenge garbage
He halted when he saw me lookingThe same glance he had that one timeA soft voice pleading for me to leaveI asked him later what I’d doneI can’t do that when you are looking
…humanity is never a shame to us…___
Thank you once again for all your time and attention and do be safe. Much love.
~Roland~
#poetry #writing #reading #authors
___AS HUMANI know now that I once knew himThey told me all about what he’d doneAnd all that had been done to himI got it all once it had sunk inHe could not stay away from bad
Now they say no good can come of himHis family had tried and failedHe now walks the streets like the undeadIn ragged clothes and five lost teethAll wait for the shame to be blotted
by time. Our partner in crimeBut no more are they holding their breathFor their shame has reached its limitAnd their patience has long lost its nameAt night he would scavenge garbage
He halted when he saw me lookingThe same glance he had that one timeA soft voice pleading for me to leaveI asked him later what I’d doneI can’t do that when you are looking
…humanity is never a shame to us…___
Thank you once again for all your time and attention and do be safe. Much love.
~Roland~
#poetry #writing #reading #authors
August 7, 2016
Another poem: Each Season Given To Us
Oh goodness!
You seem to want more and more poetry! Didn't know you would love it this much! Of course, I am not complaining! No way! I am way beyond happy!
So, for you die-hard romantics and poetry lovers like myself, I will keep bringing you more!
Here's another one, which appeared on Leaves Of Ink on June 13th:
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EACH SEASON GIVEN TO US
Spring
Spring sunrises promising budding affinities
New lives full of desires waiting to commence
Spring warmth flowing through our cold veins
Its passionate flavors welcomed by our love
Hopes outlining inner depths of ebullient feelings
All mere trinkets of Spring’s jubilant legacy
Summer
Summer’s Sun a median witness to our bliss
Snugly poised on a bright smile-filled noon
Emotions growing now to complete maturity
A sense of perpetual ease and longevity
Only surpassed by love’s combined fervor
All mere shadows of Summer’s manifestations
Autumn
Summer’s verdant jacket cast off onto the ground
Once vibrant prattle overshadowed by glum silence
A time of redundant inner penitence for things done
Darkening hearts of only true loves outlive this
Where the strength of love’s embrace is discovered
All mere onlookers to an ever expanding dusk
Winter
Winter sunsets lasting on seemingly forever
As we carefully parent each and every savoured moment
Memories of life tall like Winter’s advancing shadows
‘T is Winter’s tale that relates of things not done
Rebuking them and making good any lost chances
All mere mortals in its almost immortal darkness
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Hope you enjoyed!
many many thanks for your time and attention and do be safe. Much love.
~Roland~
#poetry #reading #writing #authors
You seem to want more and more poetry! Didn't know you would love it this much! Of course, I am not complaining! No way! I am way beyond happy!
So, for you die-hard romantics and poetry lovers like myself, I will keep bringing you more!
Here's another one, which appeared on Leaves Of Ink on June 13th:
___
EACH SEASON GIVEN TO US
Spring
Spring sunrises promising budding affinities
New lives full of desires waiting to commence
Spring warmth flowing through our cold veins
Its passionate flavors welcomed by our love
Hopes outlining inner depths of ebullient feelings
All mere trinkets of Spring’s jubilant legacy
Summer
Summer’s Sun a median witness to our bliss
Snugly poised on a bright smile-filled noon
Emotions growing now to complete maturity
A sense of perpetual ease and longevity
Only surpassed by love’s combined fervor
All mere shadows of Summer’s manifestations
Autumn
Summer’s verdant jacket cast off onto the ground
Once vibrant prattle overshadowed by glum silence
A time of redundant inner penitence for things done
Darkening hearts of only true loves outlive this
Where the strength of love’s embrace is discovered
All mere onlookers to an ever expanding dusk
Winter
Winter sunsets lasting on seemingly forever
As we carefully parent each and every savoured moment
Memories of life tall like Winter’s advancing shadows
‘T is Winter’s tale that relates of things not done
Rebuking them and making good any lost chances
All mere mortals in its almost immortal darkness
___
Hope you enjoyed!
many many thanks for your time and attention and do be safe. Much love.
~Roland~
#poetry #reading #writing #authors
Another poem: Each Season Given To Us
Oh goodness!You seem to want more and more poetry! Didn't know you would love it this much! Of course, I am not complaining! No way! I am way beyond happy!So, for you die-hard romantics and poetry lovers like myself, I will keep bringing you more!Here's another one, which appeared on Leaves Of Ink on June 13th:___EACH SEASON GIVEN TO US
SpringSpring sunrises promising budding affinitiesNew lives full of desires waiting to commenceSpring warmth flowing through our cold veinsIts passionate flavors welcomed by our loveHopes outlining inner depths of ebullient feelingsAll mere trinkets of Spring’s jubilant legacy
SummerSummer’s Sun a median witness to our blissSnugly poised on a bright smile-filled noonEmotions growing now to complete maturityA sense of perpetual ease and longevityOnly surpassed by love’s combined fervorAll mere shadows of Summer’s manifestations
AutumnSummer’s verdant jacket cast off onto the groundOnce vibrant prattle overshadowed by glum silenceA time of redundant inner penitence for things doneDarkening hearts of only true loves outlive thisWhere the strength of love’s embrace is discoveredAll mere onlookers to an ever expanding dusk
WinterWinter sunsets lasting on seemingly foreverAs we carefully parent each and every savoured momentMemories of life tall like Winter’s advancing shadows‘T is Winter’s tale that relates of things not doneRebuking them and making good any lost chancesAll mere mortals in its almost immortal darkness___
Hope you enjoyed!
many many thanks for your time and attention and do be safe. Much love.
~Roland~
#poetry #reading #writing #authors
SpringSpring sunrises promising budding affinitiesNew lives full of desires waiting to commenceSpring warmth flowing through our cold veinsIts passionate flavors welcomed by our loveHopes outlining inner depths of ebullient feelingsAll mere trinkets of Spring’s jubilant legacy
SummerSummer’s Sun a median witness to our blissSnugly poised on a bright smile-filled noonEmotions growing now to complete maturityA sense of perpetual ease and longevityOnly surpassed by love’s combined fervorAll mere shadows of Summer’s manifestations
AutumnSummer’s verdant jacket cast off onto the groundOnce vibrant prattle overshadowed by glum silenceA time of redundant inner penitence for things doneDarkening hearts of only true loves outlive thisWhere the strength of love’s embrace is discoveredAll mere onlookers to an ever expanding dusk
WinterWinter sunsets lasting on seemingly foreverAs we carefully parent each and every savoured momentMemories of life tall like Winter’s advancing shadows‘T is Winter’s tale that relates of things not doneRebuking them and making good any lost chancesAll mere mortals in its almost immortal darkness___
Hope you enjoyed!
many many thanks for your time and attention and do be safe. Much love.
~Roland~
#poetry #reading #writing #authors
August 6, 2016
Another wink of humor
And this one: maybe not all humor, but with a wink. ENJOY!
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FIRST SNOW
Lights in the street subdued
Just pointy grey goblets
The sky a myriad of infinite shades of grays
And what wasn’t, was a true white,
Houses afar were like dazed silhouettes
Even the regular darks were gray tonight
The ground, white, deemed icy cold, was not
Voices in the street merely loud whispers
And as soundless, out of nowhere, a snowball
Right between the shoulder blades
A giggle directs me to my attacker
As she stood there grinning
Now, figure out your first snowball
And your first snowball fight
But the tease soon became a truce
Moments later, love could’ve begun
One more good chance passed up,
You realized too many years later
___
And do accept my gratitude for your attention and time. And be safe, much love.
~Roland~
#poetry #iamwriting #reading #authors
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FIRST SNOW
Lights in the street subdued
Just pointy grey goblets
The sky a myriad of infinite shades of grays
And what wasn’t, was a true white,
Houses afar were like dazed silhouettes
Even the regular darks were gray tonight
The ground, white, deemed icy cold, was not
Voices in the street merely loud whispers
And as soundless, out of nowhere, a snowball
Right between the shoulder blades
A giggle directs me to my attacker
As she stood there grinning
Now, figure out your first snowball
And your first snowball fight
But the tease soon became a truce
Moments later, love could’ve begun
One more good chance passed up,
You realized too many years later
___
And do accept my gratitude for your attention and time. And be safe, much love.
~Roland~
#poetry #iamwriting #reading #authors
Poem with a wink of humor...enjoy!
And this one: maybe not all humor, but with a wink. ENJOY!
___FIRST SNOWLights in the street subduedJust pointy grey gobletsThe sky a myriad of infinite shades of graysAnd what wasn’t, was a true white,Houses afar were like dazed silhouettesEven the regular darks were gray tonight The ground, white, deemed icy cold, was notVoices in the street merely loud whispersAnd as soundless, out of nowhere, a snowballRight between the shoulder bladesA giggle directs me to my attackerAs she stood there grinningNow, figure out your first snowballAnd your first snowball fightBut the tease soon became a truceMoments later, love could’ve begunOne more good chance passed up,You realized too many years later___
And do accept my gratitude for your attention and time. And be safe, much love.
~Roland~
#poetry #iamwriting #reading #authors
___FIRST SNOWLights in the street subduedJust pointy grey gobletsThe sky a myriad of infinite shades of graysAnd what wasn’t, was a true white,Houses afar were like dazed silhouettesEven the regular darks were gray tonight The ground, white, deemed icy cold, was notVoices in the street merely loud whispersAnd as soundless, out of nowhere, a snowballRight between the shoulder bladesA giggle directs me to my attackerAs she stood there grinningNow, figure out your first snowballAnd your first snowball fightBut the tease soon became a truceMoments later, love could’ve begunOne more good chance passed up,You realized too many years later___
And do accept my gratitude for your attention and time. And be safe, much love.
~Roland~
#poetry #iamwriting #reading #authors
Another humorous poem! Enjoy!
Hmmm, what about some more humorous poetry?
Here's another one, with some wordplay.
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OUT OF LUCK
My lady has still not arrived
She must be in transit somewhere
Sometimes she seems long overdue
And even as if she won’t make it
Yet at times it’s as if she was here
But then left hastily again
Is that when I find myself crying?
Or is it when I smile?
The fool she has me for
unknowingly. Or is she in hiding?
If I could only figure it out
I guess I will, once she’s here to stay!
Just last night, it felt as if she was here
But I’m quite sure, she’s not here today
What if she was and I didn’t know it?
Oh shoot! Did I miss out (on her)?
My baby should be here sometime soon
Or so they’ve been telling me anyway
Sometimes I wonder if they know anything
Anything at all; would help
___
Thank you once again! And hope you are enjoying your weekend indeed! Have some BBQ, I know I just did!
Take care and much love.
~Roland
#poetry #iamwriting #authors #reading
Here's another one, with some wordplay.
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OUT OF LUCK
My lady has still not arrived
She must be in transit somewhere
Sometimes she seems long overdue
And even as if she won’t make it
Yet at times it’s as if she was here
But then left hastily again
Is that when I find myself crying?
Or is it when I smile?
The fool she has me for
unknowingly. Or is she in hiding?
If I could only figure it out
I guess I will, once she’s here to stay!
Just last night, it felt as if she was here
But I’m quite sure, she’s not here today
What if she was and I didn’t know it?
Oh shoot! Did I miss out (on her)?
My baby should be here sometime soon
Or so they’ve been telling me anyway
Sometimes I wonder if they know anything
Anything at all; would help
___
Thank you once again! And hope you are enjoying your weekend indeed! Have some BBQ, I know I just did!
Take care and much love.
~Roland
#poetry #iamwriting #authors #reading
Another humorous poem! Enjoy!
Hmmm, what about some more humorous poetry?Here's another one, with some wordplay.
___OUT OF LUCKMy lady has still not arrivedShe must be in transit somewhereSometimes she seems long overdueAnd even as if she won’t make it
Yet at times it’s as if she was hereBut then left hastily againIs that when I find myself crying?Or is it when I smile?
The fool she has me forunknowingly. Or is she in hiding?If I could only figure it outI guess I will, once she’s here to stay!
Just last night, it felt as if she was hereBut I’m quite sure, she’s not here todayWhat if she was and I didn’t know it?Oh shoot! Did I miss out (on her)?
My baby should be here sometime soonOr so they’ve been telling me anywaySometimes I wonder if they know anythingAnything at all; would help___
Thank you once again! And hope you are enjoying your weekend indeed! Have some BBQ, I know I just did!
Take care and much love.
~Roland#poetry #iamwriting #authors #reading
___OUT OF LUCKMy lady has still not arrivedShe must be in transit somewhereSometimes she seems long overdueAnd even as if she won’t make it
Yet at times it’s as if she was hereBut then left hastily againIs that when I find myself crying?Or is it when I smile?
The fool she has me forunknowingly. Or is she in hiding?If I could only figure it outI guess I will, once she’s here to stay!
Just last night, it felt as if she was hereBut I’m quite sure, she’s not here todayWhat if she was and I didn’t know it?Oh shoot! Did I miss out (on her)?
My baby should be here sometime soonOr so they’ve been telling me anywaySometimes I wonder if they know anythingAnything at all; would help___
Thank you once again! And hope you are enjoying your weekend indeed! Have some BBQ, I know I just did!
Take care and much love.
~Roland#poetry #iamwriting #authors #reading
Another poem...with some humor!
Hey there!Hope you are all having a fine day and a splendid weekend!I have another poem for you, one with some humor. Hope you enjoy, here it is:
___FISHING ON THE BRIDGEYou should have seen the Ten-pounder we hookedDown at the bridgeMy boy’s eyes all shinyAnd the smile I can never forget
Neither of us knew what to doSo we played it alongSo long as it doesn’t dartleIt will be goodWe kept playing it alongLet Mr. Fish decide what he wants to do
We can go down off the bridgeOnto the rocks, my boy saidYou think we can make it and still have it?Let’s try, I agreed
But then Mr. Fish showed his impatienceAnd did what a Ten-pounder could doHe broke the line in twoYou swallowed my only hookNow what’ll I do?
My boy’s disbeliefTurned quickly to silent approvalI don’t mind, he saidWe’d have thrown him back in anywaysBut we know we had had himAnd we know we knowAnd he smiled___
Thanks for reading and caring.
Do be safe and much love.
~Roland
#poetry #writing #authors #reading
___FISHING ON THE BRIDGEYou should have seen the Ten-pounder we hookedDown at the bridgeMy boy’s eyes all shinyAnd the smile I can never forget
Neither of us knew what to doSo we played it alongSo long as it doesn’t dartleIt will be goodWe kept playing it alongLet Mr. Fish decide what he wants to do
We can go down off the bridgeOnto the rocks, my boy saidYou think we can make it and still have it?Let’s try, I agreed
But then Mr. Fish showed his impatienceAnd did what a Ten-pounder could doHe broke the line in twoYou swallowed my only hookNow what’ll I do?
My boy’s disbeliefTurned quickly to silent approvalI don’t mind, he saidWe’d have thrown him back in anywaysBut we know we had had himAnd we know we knowAnd he smiled___
Thanks for reading and caring.
Do be safe and much love.
~Roland
#poetry #writing #authors #reading
