Dig a Little Deeper

Before we know it, we are so much further along in life, married and our children out of the house, while we may have changed so much, yet some have remained the same, looking back on those many years that have flown by so much.

Roth Poetry

When the honeymoon is over, and things have settled down

And the exhale that follows leaves you fully unwound

Dig a little deeper… create another round.

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She’s pregnant with one and then there are two

And there’s no sleep at night and more work to do

Dig a little deeper… do your share too.

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There are diapers to change and babies to feed

No time for you, life spins at warp speed

Dig a little deeper… let her know she’s the one you need.

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When the kids have grown, and activities never stop

Enjoy those moments, help them come out on top

Dig a little deeper… cheer them on, enjoy their shouts.

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When the empty nest is now your own

And all of your sweet children have long since flown

Dig a little deeper… as life moves on.

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Time to rediscover who you are now

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The Sounds of Peace

Roth Poetry

Soft notes roll off strings

Music passed from old to young

Teaching sounds of peace

Brings joy to all of our hearts

Crossing all boarders with love

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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Friends: Ebb and Flow

For many, the sea can be an attractive thing. For others again, it is valleys and mountains that are preferred. For the latter, the sea is too big a lonely plain that can be wildly raging now and then, one then certainly cannot bring peace.

Wherever we live, up in the mountains, in the low countries, in flat areas or by the sea, everywhere we can look out to the best beacon in life, the Elohim Hashem Jehovah. He is our best Friend, Who never leaves us alone.

Roth Poetry

“One must live by the sea to understand…”

the importance of friendship in one’s life

Friends like the sea bring constancy to life

Whether it be ebb or flow they are there

sometimes like a storm // other times like a calming surf

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When one lives by the sea they understand

the peaceful respite knowing there is one to call

to help wash away the stresses of the day

Most true friends can be counted on one hand

Always in your heart whether near or far

Standing with you like a lighthouse in a storm

sending you a beacon of trust in your time of need

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Friends are with you through thick or thin

“One must live by the sea to understand…”

Today at d’Verse, Punam asked us to choose a first line from a blogger friend’s poem and write a poem about friendship. I chose my…

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We Can’t Help Ourselves

Roth Poetry

Perhaps we should be more like the pear tree

Eager to show itself in first taste of winter warmth

Enduring the cold dark days knowing in time…

The exact time, we will open joyfully for all to see

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Or maybe like the daffodils impatient for winter’s end

Emerging in the cold dark light of a translucent sun

Pushing up through the dead of winter with bold confidence

Overcoming the fear of the dark and of cold frosty fingers

*

Exuding yellow sunshine while pear blossoms shine overhead

Rising in unmatched splendor reminding everyone to come out

Join together with us in choking off winter’s last raspy gasp…

in a glorious symphony of red buds, forsythias, and cherry blossoms

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Our time is coming // to shine with unstoppable blooms of inspiration

Always filled with love waiting to burst forth when our time is right

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

 

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Time Moves – a #freeverse #poem by Leona

Life and Times of a Quirky Character

For time moves

Swiftly my dear

So fast all at once

We are in a tilt-a-whirl

My dear as the age

Old rhymes barely

Keep up with the beat

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I tried carefully to find

New pathways across

Old sodden fields of

Corn and barley

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Can you just pause a moment?

Drifting toward an empty sky

I find your eyes keep

Looking my way

Back again

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The clock chimes in the hallway

Down the stairs under the

First floor balcony

It depends on if the butler

Has wound the

Clock to quarter past 10

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Will you be my valentine?

Have we parted as more than

Friends?

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Love and Cherry Delight

Roth Poetry

“The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach!”

“The way to keep a man’s heart is through his stomach!”

Love and Cherry Delight

I know she loves me…

She made me a cherry cheesecake for Valentine’s Day!

Red is the color of love, and for me it is cherries.

Made it for me against her better judgment…

because she loves me and knows it is my favorite.

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Love is like that you know…

Makes one do things you wouldn’t ordinarily do.

When you get to be my age love sometimes comes

in unusual ways… such as cherry cheesecake.

Though she cringes at the thought of all those calories

she knows it won’t last long.

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So, as she enjoys squares of dark chocolate,

I savor each bite

of that delectable cream cheese and cherries…

and love her dearly as the sweet taste of love

lingers on my…

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Paint me in the Shadows

Roth Poetry

When my time has come and I am gone

Take my ashes and paint me in the shadows

Under the oak tree where memories were made…

In the shadows with the fungi and let me watch it grow

And feel the coolness of the wind floating through the leaves

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When my time has come and I am gone

Brush me smoothly under rocks of overhanging cliffs.

Paint me in the shadows where cool water

Trickles its way gurgling neath the trees

And deer quench their thirst on hot summer days

*

When my time has come and gone

Blend my ashes onto boardwalk pilings.

Paint me in the shadows where I can hear

Excited children walking as the waves roll in

Splashing in the shadows and rolling out again

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When my time has come and gone

Take me to the farm I loved so long ago

Paint me…

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Dandelion Stars

Roth Poetry

Aging flower wild and free

Sunny yellow color gone

Silver stars cover its head

reflecting sunlight

Beautiful seeds waiting for the breeze

Like Nature’s poetry

Blowin’ in the Wind across our minds

Beauty for some

Weeds for others

Daylight stars waiting

to be appreciated

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, De Jackson asked us to write a Quadrille, of exactly 44 words, that includes the word Star!

Join us at: https://dversepoets.com

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Healing Choices

Roth Poetry

Hurt and pain

leave scars on our soul

Forgiveness

removes the source

How we heal

is a choice we make

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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The equation🎲

My earth, your earth..

johncoyote

My Earth, our Earth..

 
What have we done to you?
Beautiful Earth.
We have destroyed the great forest, polluted the great seas and lakes
Took ancient  people from their home without real guilt.
Many of the free animals are extinct.
Kind Earth.
Please forgive the greed  of man.
He had no common sense.
We need the gift of fresh water and life giving trees.
I pray we learn. We must protect Earth.
She is our water and life of bread.
 
                         Coyote/John Castellenas

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Love – by Abirami Sethumanickam

Super-Extra Abi

i look for myself, in you
as you’re suspended in air
your first sight 
your promises of forever
your blindness
your difficulty

                                 i’m convinced,
                                 you’re the answer
                                 to my fear of hating
                                 and destruction

                                                                            so i fell in love
                                                                            with the first boy that turned and looked
                                                                            with the pink that made me a girl
                                                                            with debates that made me heard
                                                                            with all the books i could never read
                                                                            with the english that taunted
                                                                            with her, and the jokes she made 


i wonder 
why you were so good to me 
when all i did
was use you
as a getaway 
                          you defined me
                                                       beyond what this
                                                       world has assigned for me 
maybe there’ll come a day
when you’ll love me less
and i’ll love more

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(overthrown)

Super-Extra Abi

i cant trust concrete
the poison discrete,
fights corridors to penetrate
and all these feet perpetuate

veins are run with suspicion
muscles clench with compassion
thoughts without connection
are racing with no conviction

as the suspicion dictates
and the guilt permeates
a storm in my stomach
alarmed by the havoc

nails are bitten by the ticking clocks
the heart, dribbled by his quiet smile
intellect skimmed by dopamine
feet in unrest,
the body, a coup d'état,
overthrown by the all-knowing

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Words of a leaving soul

Enter the world of fantasy.

The entire universe is hidden in me
I’m omnipresent.
Deception becomes the new good in me
I couldn’t break free from the barriers.
World will come along with me
It tried to overpower me,
I couldn’t understand why and what.
And the power to stop is not within.
There would be no world without me,
Now it is shunning me away.
It is becoming more savage in here
Than in wild
Is it because there’s no one to challenge you?
Pain arises in little heart
An unknown agony has it begun?
Despite the wounds will the hopes in my heart still remain?
When my heart is breaking into pieces
One personality is haunting me like the
HUNDREDS.
I’ll get rid of dreams,
I question and I oppose,
I won’t panic and I won’t get scared
I’ll keep flying away.
I smile, I jump
I won’t be putdown anymore
Life has…

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Beautiful Breathtaking Sunset And A Poem

Dra. Martha Andrea Castro Noriega, MD

SUNSET

Now the sun is sinking
In the golden west;
Birds and bees and children
All have gone to rest;
And the merry streamlet,
As it runs along,
With a voice of sweetness
Sings its evening song.

Cowslip, daisy, violet,
In their little beds,
All among the grasses
Hide their heavy heads;
There they’ll all, sweet darlings,
Lie in the happy dreams.
Till the rosy morning
Wakes them with its beams.

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Morning

Eagle and Child Inkling

flickering morning fire
quietly throws warmth
across the shadows

no sleep lifts me up
from my warm bed
to sit in the dark

thinking, weighted
yesterdays forge
into serenity

praying in resolution
knowing the day
will be full

copyright:  2017 CMM

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Day of Dreams

Eagle and Child Inkling

Speckled spaces of sparse

clouds, covered captures of

shadows as shining sunset

peers in private perfection.

Lowering lights of last

twilights tempting timing

calls carefully a christened

day of dreams and doubts.

©   CMM   2012

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Building Dreams

Eagle and Child Inkling

If you sit around doing nothing,

no one cares,

if you build a castle

the whole world

slithers into the base

and calls upon the tide

to destroy it…

It is then,

you call upon the winds

to change the tides,

and build

your fortress of

passion

into the anchors…

©  CMM   2012

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She!

ishambhavirhyming.wordpress.blog

Do not Worship her as Goddess, She demands emancipation as human!

Referred to as gentle sex,
Shackled with constructed lex.
A rebel to stumble the sexist hierarchy,
A warrior waging war against Patriarchy.
I’m a Woman!

Suffered ages of subjugation,
Turned too submissive to counter oppression.
Rights, opportunities, dignity, identity brutally throttled;
My wings slashed and desires bottled.

To dismantle walls confining my world,
Kicked up on heels and swirled my sword.
Discrimination, suppression, exploitation, physical assault;
If suffer any longer it would be my fault.

Crumble the womb if it bears a girl child.
Defend the rapists, “red-blooded youngster might have gone wild”.
Captivate to the domestic sphere, deprive of public presence,
Block all ways to emancipation, snatching books and pens.

Abash if dares to dream and defy the norms,
While glorify her sacrificing forms.
Rebel to shatter the society’s “ideal woman” paradigm,
It…

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Abode of Light

Subliminal Landscapes

I set out to
explore the home
of light,
I wander
in the darkest of caves
and the densest of forests,
dark depths of the
relentless ocean
and the farthest end
of the pitch-black space.

Is it not where the
light dwells?
In bioluminescence
at the ocean floor,
fire of the stars
up above, shooting
in the night sky?

I am so small,
a speck,
barely visible in the
endless cosmos.
I am an assemble
of the fragments
of the same universe.
Fluid in my veins
keeps pulsating a
primeval song,
instinctively
bending
toward light.

The citadel of darkness
is invincible
and intimidating.
Some say to find light
one must
embrace darkness,
for it is the womb
which cracks open
to give birth
to light.

As I do that,
a torch
ignites
within me
to cut through
the dark bastion.

© Shalini Garg 2022

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