May 19

Proof in the Picture

Proof in the Picture

Watching this Neoclassicism irony

watching campaign a near honor

these days an album of insight

fishy arrangement a sham marriage

typical lure of the dowry too strong

but proof however now found

catching the swim with the housekeeper

-Poem by Justin Germino

May 18

Gone From My Sight by Henry Van Dyke

A poem about death and the transition, Gone From My Sight was written by Henry Van Dyke.  Poem is read aloud by Justin Germino.

Gone From My Sight

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says, “There, she is gone.”

Gone where?

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,

hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me — not in her.

And, just at the moment when someone says, “There, she is gone,”
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”

And that is dying…

May 15

A Storm is Coming Guest Poem by Sally Brown

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A Storm Is Coming

Rushing wind bends the trees,
Temperature changes, darkening skies,
Arrows of light cut across the sky,
Animals scurry to their homes,
A storm is coming.

Booming thunder, drops of rain,
Roads are slick, muddy terrain,
People rush indoors, umbrellas in hand,
Doors closed, windows shut,
A storm is coming.

Mother cleans the house,
Children play hide and seek outside,
Car drives slowly by again,
Mother announces lunch, a child is missing,
A storm is coming.

Stop for milk at local grocer,
Man opens door, drags woman in,
Falls to the floor, gun to head,
Shouts, gun shots, palpable fear,
A storm is coming.
Independence Day, parades, picnics,
Outdoor fun, sparklers, Boom of fireworks at dark,
Sudden screams, blood on the ground,
Racing for safety, explosions not planned,
A storm is coming.

Spend time with loved ones, give hugs often,
Be aware, be alert, be vigilant,
Unexpected violence, unforeseen disasters,
Be kind, teach protection and safety,
For a storm may be coming.

A fighter, survivor, living fully,
Keeping a positive attitude,
Kind and loving to fellow man,
Attributes to use, to carry me through,
If a storm is coming.

Poem by Sally Brown

You can find Sally’s musings on inspiration, light poetry and more at  Speaking of Love.

May 15

Poem about The Good Guys

There are those that believe there are far more good people in this world than bad, not just the ones who get buy but those who take little actions of kindness or goodness that help shift the balance of society to being good as a whole.  This poem celebrates the good guys, the ones that may hold doors open for others, pay when someone is short, cover a coffee, help someone pick up something dropped, or be they be more bold and directly intervene by saving a life, pulling someone off a platform, helping carry heavy appliances into someone’s kitchen without asking for payment, fix someone’s flat tire, or anything in between.

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The Good Guys

You are the unknown

buried in anonymity

actions untold

quiet but bold

 

You are the many

immeasurable kindnesses

deeds done each day

with nothing to say

 

You are The Good Guys

working to tilt

a world in peril

one action at a time

I always liked the term pay it forward, do good deeds and actions each day, live honorably and strive to help others, as a whole we are the sum of our actions and our lives.  By doing for others you are contributing to humanity in a positive way.  Lead by example, show others how it should be done and become part of the change for decency, honor and altruism to be the standard that all live up to.

May 13

Tribute a Random Twitter Poem for May 13th

Today’s poem Tribute is a celebration of writing poetry and the quality of keeping and writing it, it makes use of the 8 random words (in bold) provided by the following Twitter players:
@wrrpoetry (Poetry), @goodyniosi (triumphant), @originalbadbele (custodian), @chukwukaokwukwe (fate & mate), @ursaring89 (Qua), @oneunder2001 (pharos), @delomos (brouhaha)

Definitions:
Pharos – any lighthouse or beacon to direct sailors.

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Tribute

Custodian of triumphant poetry
profound fate of this written mate
love’s qua my heart’s pharos
literary brouhaha woven
tribute in tribulations
our words are done

Poem by Justin Germino

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