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Approximately 141 million Valentine’s Day cards are exchanged annually, making Valentine’s Day the second most popular card-sending holiday after Christmas.
SEND YOUR LOVE POEMS
Put your highlighters down.
Hold on wait just a minute will ya’?
You too Mr. so-called writer,
don’t tap me out on your keys just yet!
First we gotta’ ask as we take a looksee around…
Somethings missing here?
Think for a minute before you go tappin’ on my keys
And post me up on a screen…
For everyone to see
We’ve heard of it
read of it
but where has “it” gone?
Where is the foot washing?
Why so scarce?
Is the anointing of alabaster?
Where is service
If all are masters? (Anthony)
Is the only fragrance here
The sweat and human agenda?
Is there time to stop
Contemplate those beautiful feet
About to tread
Via Dolorosa? (Doug)
A path accepted for worn souls
Tread lightly upon this ground for
When the path is found the
Stations will be policed by a serpent’s tongue
Heavy burdens, a cross to bear
Forgiveness awaits there (Jody)
And really this is Rightly discerning
That sword of division.
Through crosses We have Him.
Through crassness They have the alluring gold
Presume, assume, surmise, hypothesize
Fictitious works and walks
Shiny, attractive ornamental mouthpieces
Charm the asps from the sweet grasses in which they lie
Go to the wilderness and seek the bronze scales
Erect them high and mighty on the Carpenter’s wood
Healing awaits there (Jody)
image by Ron
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
BY E. E. CUMMINGS
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
© 2015 Poetry Foundation
Oh!! My child!! I will soon be dead
Leaving you without any crown on the head
Only these few words that you should regard
They are more precious than an emerald
Listen carefully and contemplate every word
You have got a long life ahead
I want you to learn how to have it in hand
It won’t give you what you have pled
Unless you have a good head
And follow what I said
I really want you to understand
Life is not as easy as people pretend
It’s not heaven and neither a feather bed.
Your route is full of prickles that you should forefend
Elbow your way to reach your end
Stroll the ground to earn your bread
Make the acquaintance of all kinds of people even the bad
Be clever and on them never depend
Learn things implicitly without any demand
Take the virtue and leave the fault behind
Neither selfishness nor greed can make you glad
Be to all kinds of human race a friend
Smile at their faces even those who drive you mad
Be in harmony with whatever lives on your land
Always remember that you cannot applaud with one hand
Stand upright and keep your dignity and pride
Be the master of your destiny and never show dependence of any kind
Nothing is more valuable than what you can do for humankind
Persevere to make human life docile and no longer wild
Only your deeds can engrave your name in people’s mind
© Chaouki Mkaddem, 2010
A table set for two,
But where are you?
Champagne on ice
Excitement running high,
Time ticks by
Food looking nice,
Where are you
When I need you most?
The table is set for two
Shall I dismiss you out of my head?
Is our romance really dead?
Wasn’t any of this really true
When you said I love you?
The table was set for two
By Gillian Sims
I thought to tell you the way I feel
But knew I didn’t know how,
So I send these flowers to show instead
I hope they’ll do for now
This flower I send to show my love,
A coral rose to show my desire
Your name is now across my heart,
The only one that I admire
The pink carnations I give to you,
To show I will never forget you
I love you now till the end of time,
I know I will forever be true
To show you this I spend lemon blossom,
So you know to trust in me
For now our hearts are forever entwined,
We will always be
The last flower for you my love,
I send to show your loveliness
The camellia is just for you
From the angels watching above us.
Poem, origin unknown, found in handwritten notes of the late Frank Willmott.Buxom barges drifting,
Outward with the tide,
Outward, onwards, seawrad,
Where buoys and beacons guide.Bound with Grain for Yarmouth,
Ghistong down the Swin,
Hasting, winding, storming,
From Lowerstoft to Kings Lynn.Every port and haven
From Tyne to Cawsand Bay,
Still sees the barges trading
With fresh cargoes every day.Laden deep with sugar,
with barley, sand or coke,
Spritties keep on sailin,
They were built of English oak.
But their day is passing,
YOUR FAVOURITE POEM
SENT IN BY YOU
Everything has a purpose,
Everything has its place,
Like the beauty of this planet,
As it revolves around in space.
We must thank our creator,
For this wonderful world of ours,
We must thank him for the food we eat,
And natures beautiful flowers.
We must thank him for the sun,
As it sends out warmth and light,
The moon for its wonderful moonbeams,
As they illuminate the night.
Spring is when nature awakes,
When everything is fresh and green,
When all the plants burst into bloom,
It is an occasion that must be seen.
Summer is a time,
To enjoy the warmth of the sun,
It is a busy time for the farmer,
A time for the harvest to be done.
Autumn is the season,
When everything slows down,
When trees shed their foliage,
As they gently fall to the ground.
Life is like the seasons,
Spring represents our start,
Summer is our prime of life,
Autumn is when we part.
For our spirit only leaves our body,
It will continue in another form,
For as we enter the spirit world,
A new life for all will dawn.
Malcolm G Bradshaw
Blue grey hues fill the midnight sky
Ice and rain freeze in patches, converting the ground into solid stone
Trees stand frozen, like mythical ice gods of a bygone world
Snow falls daintily, like bits of tissue paper, white as cotton
As they kiss the ground, melting into the face of the earth
Light the fireplace! Warm the milk and cocoa!
Let’s snuggle in front of the warmth of the flames, sipping our sweet concoction
Read me a story or poem of times past: Dickens, Frost, Keats, or Yeats
Wrap me in the warmth of your arms, as we watch winter envelop us in her love
Poem by Dara Reidyr, at https://daraswriting.wordpress.com/
This poem was recently published in the book THE GREAT BRITISH WRITE OFF
I will keep flying and singing
Despite subjugation and wings clipping
I will keep up advancement
Despite any ignoble impediment
I will keep to my principles
Despite bigotry and disapprovals
I will keep on preaching peace
Despite intolerance and violent tendencies
I will move for change and make a difference
Despite blind hatred, rage and indifference
I will keep my chin up and never give up
And enjoy freedom like riding at a gallop
© Chaouki M’kaddem
September 12th, 2014
He was looking for a friendly host.
I said,’ You are looking very thin,
you had better come on in.’
‘Would you like a piece of toast?’
He replied, ‘I’d rather have a Sunday roast’
So there we sat, trying to get him fat,
a three hundred-year-old ghost called Nat.
We had a beer and he came over queer,
and he quickly began to disappear.
So that was the end of Nat;
who never did get fat!
Footnote: I don’t believe in ghost but my father once said I bet our Simon will never write a poem about ghosts as he doesn’t believe in them. So after he had gone to bed I wrote this amusing little poem just for my dad. It made him smile when he read it. So this is dedicated to his memory: George R. Icke 1914-2000. Who was born in Salford & lived most of his life in Little Hulton, Salford)
eyes have stoned,
The tears have run out,
In the endless wait
You are lucky
have a dream
Those brooks of fresh
The apple orchards..
I, a cultural destitute
Don’t know what heaven on earth is,
It is a
mere chapter in my history book,
family holiday that is being planned for years…
These four walls,
Manic, busy schedules
A place I
It suffocates me
There is pain
That seethes within
Where is home?
The wet shiny glistening droplets
Appear like jewels
Sprinkled on the window pane
Rapping like a thousand birds saying,
‘listen to the rain’
Across the sky a formation
Of colours start to form,
Building up to a rainbow
The aftermath of storm,
Behind a distant cloud
Peeps the round globe of the sun
Sending heat drying the earth,
Also tear-like droplets are sent
flushing, like washing life’s troubles
To ground then to grate,
For that is all they are worth.
A life is filled with things we might have done
Choices not taken that we later wish we’d picked
Other times there were things said or actions
In retrospect, our own behind we should have kicked.
Yet none of us are perfect so we do make mistakes
Too many times we overreact and have our minds set
Whether just a wrong course or feelings gets hurt
We can’t dwell, spending our days living with regret.
We must learn from the past and look to the future
Not everyone will accept that we can change course
Those are the ones that will never let go of doubt
All you can do is move on, not making things worse.
We look to ones that will accept us as we truly are
Realizing the person we are inside, offering a hand
Look through the windshield, not the rearview mirror
Find those that will, by your side, always stand.
Autumn, ah it’s a painting on canvas
With splashes of colour everywhere
It’s not hidden away from view
It is an occasion for all to share
An artist has created it
With colours of every shade
The vibrant shades of beauty
In their splendor are on parade
Each tree and shrub stands proud
Making an hypnotic colourful display
Of leaves falling gently to the ground
Creating a carpet of colour where they lay
As the winter winds grow stronger
They tantalize the fallen leaves
All whipped up in frenzy
Stripping all the shrubs and tree’s
Now the canvas has been completed
The paints and brushes packed away
Mother Nature displays her painting
Of the perfect Autumn Day