I hope that everyone’s having a wonderful Labor Day weekend.
As September begins, I can’t help but feel wistful as the summer season is fast coming to a close, especially after spending this weekend in both Newport and Providence, Rhode Island.
But the summer vibe is still strong as this new month begins.
Nine months have come; four months are left to go in this year.
It may be a day late, but it’s never too late to welcome in a new month. As I do so here…
Try to remember, this kind of September
30 new days are here to stay
A month of transition
As the last days of summer glisten
With a chill in the early morning air
Autumn is waiting to be welcomed in
From Newport’s idyllic shores to NYC’s towering skies
All of the possibilities exist
The days are yearning to be filled with joy
As the BER months begin
There are 120 days or so, left in 2024
One pauses to wonder….
Where did all the months go?!
J e a l o u s y is your fallacy, never once. No I couldn’t. I wouldn’t
Gaslighting me to a T. Masquerading your way into my life.
such a beautiful story with a tragic end
So suitable and dutiful
What a fake, I’m making a big mistake
Couldn’t you see it in his eyes? All his lies, deep inside
5 years by the wayside
My story is not over see the red flags flying in front of your face. You’re such a disgrace
I am having an epiphany But he disagrees with me
This look on your face I’ve never seen before as I close the door
Well I’ve met the true you finally, excuse me kindly
Looking over my shoulder wherever I go I can’t seem to shake this feeling It sends me realing have you learned yet not to tell a lie
I’m starting to get scared. I can feel my hair standing on end Is this the end
I lie here buried finally at rest to tell my story
A lot of guys get lost in your eyes
But I found myself in those depths that galaxies rest in
Your eyes hug stars and sprinkle glitter for their shimmer when the sun wants to shine
I didn’t know it then but when momma would sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star it was a love song
Because I’m one of the dots to your constellation and the others are the children
Our love is so good it should be a sin
God forgive me, I know I’m not supposed to look directly at you
But your daughter has your eyes, and I can’t stop staring
She helps me stay centered with you when I get full of myself
Seeing my reflection in her eyes is one of my favorite things because it’s a moment of Trinity
God eyes saying straighten up son
Your eyes whisper I love you
My eyes catch us with His hands and say I’ll hold your heart
Followed by, I love you too
Our eyes share an embrace that never let’s go in silence
But anyone who sees the way I look at you hears the softness of a love song
They covet the way my eyes hold you like I hold the hand of our child
Their eyes have never seen a sight that sounded so pure
And anyone who sees the way your eyes reply to me, listens to that unforgettable poem on repeat
Then they get lost trying to find your gaze under my sunset
So, the closest thing to feeling that poem, is to hit repeat on this memory
I can’t help but smile when I see your eyes talk about us
p.s. your eyes make the best ASMR…
Aww, I love this! The beauty that we see in others can seem ethereal at times and it can be such a wonderful thing. The connection you have with this person sounds so deep and meaningful. I am glad you have found a person like this.
Haven’t found that person yet, I just like to write about moments in time with the theme of relationships 🌹, thank you for reading and sharing your encouraging words ‼️
As I type this post, the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games is on my screen. After an already busy summer of sport due to UEFA’s Euro 2024 and the Copa America, the main event of the summer has finally arrived.
Seeing the athletes floating along the River Seine is making me nostalgic for the City of Lights. I can’t wait to see the competition to come and all the shots of the city in the next two weeks.
As I tend to do, I wrote a poem to welcome in this event, one that only comes once every four years. Let the games begin!
As the athletes of the world gather in Paris
To open the games of the XXXIII Olympiad
Here’s to the next sixteen days
After the cauldron is dramatically lit
All the stories that will be told
The drama the competitions will bring
With the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat coming full circle
From La Tour Eiffel, crossing the globe to the waves of Tahiti
Visions of France in all it’s splendor
Casting the cynicism of the world aside
For the ideals of sportsmanship that Mr. de Coubertin appealed
In the distance, the Olympic Fanfare is here
Pour dire bienvenue à Paris à tous!
Although you may be insecure, your smile has a style for sure.
Your mind is beautiful, Thoughts are wild.
Your heart is dutiful, art unique, Lyrics are powerful as
you can see.
You can take a critique, Don’t be so meek
Don’t stray away from being yourself, It’ll come in handy all by itself.
I love your smile, Don’t be in denial.
With your smile, you’ll go miles.
Don’t disagree, You will see
You will end up looking just like me.
It’s the 4th of July!
A Happy Independence Day to those who are celebrating today. I hope that all of you have a safe and enjoyable holiday.
This poem is three days late, my welcome to July.
I don’t know why I forgot to post this on Monday. But Lauren’s reminder of the latest writing contest ending reminded me to post the poem.
I just wanted to let you know that without further adieu…
Welcome, July!
Six months have gone by, six new months are here
Amid summer’s low and slow grind
The days are ripe for possibility
A month of celebration
From the Great White North, sea to shining sea and Allons enfant de la Patrie
Champions crowned in Berlin, Miami, London and Nice
Before the athletes of the world take center stage in Paris
Who knows where this month will go
Not even I know how the days will flow
I’m sure of one thing, though…
As sure as the summer’s changeable skies
And the flowers blooming all around
What a sweet poem, Oswald! The USA is a beautiful place and I’m glad we have a holiday to celebrate our independence!! You are so right, not only July, but summer, flies by so quickly! Enjoy it while it lasts!!
Today is the first day of summer, the longest day of the year.
Though the summer solstice won’t be official until 4:50 PM this afternoon, the season has already made it’s presence felt in the midst of a heatwave.
Though, there’s plenty more to the season than the heat and humidity. This is a time of year to soak up everything that the late sunsets have to offer.
As is my wont to do, I wrote a welcome to the new season coming up.
When the summer solstice dawns
The seasons change again
With it, the longest day of the year
As the sun sets past 8pm
Hazy days, sultry nights
A time of year where time slows down
From mid June to mid September
The world’s come to life
From the streets, sands and seas
Soaking up the warm rays of light
As one does
When earth is closest to the sun
Welcome summer and your mercurial ways
For a stay over the next ninety four days
I love these poems! They are reminder of how special each time of the year is and how time continues to move but how you should hold on to every second. There is joy with each new day and season. Thank you for sharing. <3 Lauren
It’s the third Sunday in June. The month’s going by fast, isn’t it?
With today being Father’s Day, I wrote a poem to mark the occasion. And provided a family portrait from my sister’s college graduation to go with it. I hope everyone’s having a wonderful Sunday.
Without further ado…
On the third Sunday of June
A celebration of fathers
Fathers, fathers to be, grandfathers, uncles and all fatherly figures
With all the love to those that find this difficult to celebrate
For the father figures no longer with us
Here’s to the strength and wisdom
Brought in every conversation and action
To the love and joy in each moment
May they be honored and cherished
To my dad and all the dad’s everywhere
I wish all of you…
It’s June 1st. It seems crazy to think that six months of 2024 have gone by. Though the summer doesn’t officially begin until later this month, the season feels like it’s in the air today.
As is the case with every month of the year so far, I wrote a welcome note for June.
Welcome to June!
30 new days are here
Closing out the first half of this year
The month is a bridge between seasons
Starting in spring, and ending in summer
Filled with celebrations of pride and fatherly figures
Days are getting longer, then they start to get shorter
The pace of life begins to slow down
As warmth moves in, we’re all hanging outdoors
When you wonder aloud….
How did we get here?! It was winter five minutes ago
And spring moved by in the blink of the eye
The calendar is blank once again
Ready and waiting for new memories to be made
Sitting and watching the waves roll on by
I invented a new season for life because I got tired of the winter spring summer fall pattern
My paisley doesn’t like to conform to the depression of polka dots only on the pocket square and not the entire outfit
Where’s the art in the plain white t?
I see the aesthetic, but I want the screaming art to argue with my calm voice
It’s the beauty in the pain that you can’t see until the scars have enough time to grow wings
I used to feel most at peace listening to music on my bed as a haunting sleep would close my eyes
I used to feel most at peace under the dim lights of cinema pumping hope into my veins where I had blood run free
I used to feel most at peace on the solidarity of solo ventures between the court and I
It would hum deathly echoes like lullaby’s to my heart
This trinity became my medical addiction as pride got in the way of God
Then over the years my coffee finally became cold, and I missed the warmth of summer
I could smell my own toxicity deeply rooted and swallowing my faith
So, I questioned myself through the tears, I marked the points of pain with my pen, and dug up the weeds I planted and reaped
This time I will sow truth within the uncomfortable moments
Because in this season until forever I’m most at peace on the grounds of the earthquake
Knowing that I can’t move forward unless I shake things up
Staying in a comfortable pattern only leads to a broken record repeating the line you hate to hear
You are meant to break records
p.s. peace is born in the growth of pain…
You are absolutely right! We look for peace in the calm parts of life, but really peace is everywhere, especially in growth. I love the creativity in your words for example when you said, “I invented a new season for life” or “I could smell my own toxicity deeply rooted.” Your mind is clearly incredibly creative and I am so glad I had the honor of…read more
Thank you for your kind words, I’m so thankful you enjoyed this piece. I hope you find yourself being more uncomfortable like the poem in order to grow!
“Staying in a comfortable pattern only leads to a broken record repeating the line you hate to hear“ can we share this to the world! The stagnant waters where people’s remains remain.
Yes, totally more self-reflection and challenging ourselves in order to see a better world from the better version of us, is where it starts. Thank you for sharing your time with this piece
I’m currently 13 and the only thing that makes sense is sadness
So, to cope I like to hear melodies caress my ears because I’m too damaged to hug myself
Then I’ll let my pen tell stories of love and horror for the simple fact that I’m afraid to love myself away from depression
I get the impression that an early death is the only way to escape to peace
But I’m afraid so for the time being I’ll clean my room since I can’t find the energy to organize my life
I just found an extra cassette tape in my music collection next to the pile of CD’s and Records
Complementing the art hanging on the wall adjacent to my mood
I think to myself: curiosity let’s have a conversation where you tell me all the secrets Victoria victories made me hate
The tape starts with no words
The opening scene let’s nature sing before the score interrupts
Then some old guy starts speaking about life like he knows me, I’m in no mood for a lecture but I have time today
After all I was just thinking about ending it all, how could this hurt more
He says: There’s a wealth beyond financial peace within the things we blink past every 24 hours
Try not to take for granted the natural order of life around you
I know the stress will have you crying rivers on the inside that you never let water your cheeks
But you need to face your fears, or the dam will explode
You need to Yoga flex your way through the challenges less flexibility become a weakness
Not your strength; muscles are for show, but the morality of your core can lift you past anything if you water your flowers of dread
“Be like water my friend,” and if I’m being bru-tal-ly honest you lie to yourself too much
Fright has kept you in third place longer than you should have been
Unable to reach the heights you are meant for
Remember the natural order of things, but know a long list keeps your further from progress than small steps of truth
You’re 34 now and just entering your prime
The next decade will be the soundtrack to the whole of your life
The season from the age of 13-32 was just a small slice
My teenage brain begins to become bored and 34 is forever away
And right before I was about to stop the tape he said something that made me think, maybe he knows a little something:
“You are the most coveted rose”… you see I love the floral print of life
And this statement was the first time outside of my parents that I felt worthy
He then went on to say
You’re beautiful in full bloom but still walk like a sunflower with its head down
It’s ok to be a lazy daisy sometimes but remember the sun never stops smiling and the moon never stops dreaming
So, neither should you
Your tulip words are meant to be heard by the world
And one day they will, as sure as a daffodil
Will blow it’s horn of victory past everything that has held you back
Just keep fighting and I promise you will win
p.s. don’t be afraid to cry…
“You’re beautiful in full bloom but still walk like a sunflower with its head down
It’s ok to be a lazy daisy sometimes but remember the sun never stops smiling and the moon never stops dreaming
So, neither should you.” This is a beautiful sentiment. I am so sorry you hurt so much as a child, and I want to give you the biggest hug. You are a ros…read more
“I know the stress will have you crying rivers on the inside that you never let water your cheeks
But you need to face your fears, or the dam will explode“
Wow!!! Have you written a book? You really should and let me know so I can buy!!! I finish mine 2023 and currently waiting for a miracle with the person I asked to write my foreword 😀
I just released an eBOOK entitled Random Thoughts (which encompasses all of my favorite topics of poetry I like to address, along with a few that don’t come up as much). If you’re interested, I can send you the link…once again thank you for sharing this moment with myself and poetry!
I wanted to wish all the mothers in this group and Lauren’s mom too, a Happy Mother’s Day!
I’ve written a poem to mark the occasion:
The second Sunday in May
A day to honor all the motherly figures in our lives
Mothers, aunts, grandmothers, mothers to be
To cherish them for all they do
To hold their memories in our hearts
More than these words can possibly say
Mothers are the backbone of the world
This fact needs to be repeated
Today, tomorrow and every day
With all the love if this day is too difficult
All the comfort and joy abound
From me to you, I wish all of you
A Happy Mother’s Day!
The Tortured Poets Department has a writer’s division that has to approve every poem before it goes out
And my mind is tired of being held hostage
A loose-leaf definition of writer’s block was once defined by the utter of: I don’t feel like writing, this isn’t good enough, my hand only works for the remote today
Then she interrupts my train of thought to ask: why have you never wrote a poem about me
It’s not that I haven’t
There are 100s getting as comfortable as you can be in the waste basket
The last poem I Kobe shot, Melo made, and Curry posed to the trash can started like this:
An eye lash is trying to make your cheek more than just a Sunday service sanctuary
It wants a home
I know you’d like me to remove it
But who am I to destroy a home
I can’t help but think how beautiful you look with that eye lash
As it rests there like a pair of doves flirting on a branch not far away from me
What are you starring at, she exclaims
Oh, nothing I reply, today I’ll let the eye lash remain
On
Your rosy cheeks, kissed by my dead rose petal lips
Reminding you of the time we went camping and you hated that you smelled the outside
You hated that you smelled like outside
And I kept teasing you but hiking, visualizing, and tenting next to nature is maybe the closest thing to
Falling asleep to your beautiful
Falling asleep to your beautiful
Falling asleep to your gorgeous
Ugh, I can never find the right words to describe a tenth of your gorgeous
And it makes me want to drop dead out of frustration
Because the writers need to feel exactly what I do when they read:
Holding her hand is to get a glimpse of forever before I die
Holding her makes my heart resemble the flight of a butterfly
Holding her hand is to hold my battles in the palm of my hand and make them cry
The writers consist of a delicious various assortment of personality; often referred to as me, myself, and I
Every time I get ready to seal this poem to you the writer’s block me from letting you receive it
p.s. I haven’t learned to love myself enough to love you…
Aww Roses, sending you the biggest hug. There is a lot of softness in this. I hope you learn to love yourself because you have so much love to give. Thank you for sharing. <3 Lauren
The clock, the watch, the phone all have eyes that watch from the view of 2 AM untamed
Heart rates jumping like the heat of the flame
Me plus You is a movie, what is the name
Our love doesn’t fit in the frame
So, cameras get jealous of the panorama pane
Real love never goes without pain that can be immense
So, if you’re hurt let patience play offense
Slow dancing with your memories is a nostalgic essence
Sweat dancing with the burning scent
Wick burning with confidence
Mirroring our silhouette, naked thoughts present tense
My hands without your curves, a death sentence
Each kiss turns a page of my sixth sense
I don’t need a third eye to see your imperfect contents
Table this: beauty is born from cracks so use the hurt as accents
She is priceless so keep your two cents
Temptation is off limits but I climbed the fence
The candle falls asleep to our aroma, hence
The flame goes out, conclusion love making after an argument
Sweet dreams enter in the tango of sheets, legs, hearts, rest swiftly to the comfort of her name
My heart is tied to yours, no more games
I’ve played tug of war and came out lame
No more burns unless it’s from the candle tamed
p.s. this is what it feels like when peace kisses love…
Have you ever let your mind sit under a cherry blossom tree
The poetic renewal massages the stress away the same way as the beach waves
Copy and paste, lying next to you is like closing your eyes under the sunset oceanside
A bright blushing sky with kisses of orange, and blue with a honeyed taste that simply grabs you
But nothing is as sweet as your sugar, under the shade of this suite
Fresh chill of a neutral setting is cooked by our body temperature
Peace in the reflection is bringing us closer
When I look back at how we arrived at this destination within the calm ripples I see a truth in the tomb of love at first sight
Our photograph under the light being born from fallen petals is a coveted site
I had to see the treasure I already had instead of searching for gold
That’s when our story began to unfold, I hate folding clothes
I rather unfold and devour deep conversations over shallow beverages
She likes easy ice, but I want more, as deep as the roots of this tree
The ying and yang
Discovering the ocean intricacies when it closes its eyes to dream and wakes up with a kiss complemented by a southern twang
She’s my main thang, calling my land line
Our language reads between the lines
Wrinkled with age or bitten white chocolate sheets
I love seeing your cherry blossom cheeks
p.s. you be the pink and I’ll be the red for Valentine’s…
Don’t worry little one, this will all be forgiven and forgotten I know you’re going through a lot right now and I pray that you make it through this with open eyes And a keen sense. You are on your own now
nothing more, nothing less. My information is true
and I know what you’re going to do. I know because I’m you. Don’t listen to any negativity from any one and always be yourself! I know it’s rough but it’ll get better I hope you find solace in this letter.
Aww, what a cute story. I love the reminder that we tend to forget all other things that we once thought would consume us forever. Thank you so much for sharing your work 🙂
This is so straightforward but so poignant and sweet. I am sure many people will take solace in their current situation when they read this. Thank you for inspiring us. Lauren
Aw, this is such a cute little poem. I love how you took a seemingly mundane task and filled it with beauty and emotion. I love that you can find peace in something so small 🙂 That takes a special skill that only the most resilient have. Thank you for sharing!
I always love hearing about all your travels! Welcome to the 30’s! It sounds like this was an amazing trip. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of our family! Did you go to the Alhambra while in Grenada? <3 Lauren