POETIC OCEANS 2

Your thoughtful  smile makes me stay  a little while more than I really should Lost in space I am like Icarus, wings burnt-  I would fly over ethereal plain if I could-  To meet you at this stage of life,  The distances are understood, Of age  culture and traditions, You’  a flower and me, a piece of wood.  images  formed,  are shattered soon Time like dust ,vanishes over the moon, You inspire me and give me hope though  as friends for long I’m scared  of the scope What lies ahead what tomorrow brings  What, where, now’  I will not think, See the miracle of hearts and feelings With all the spaces, no family dealings- I am hopeful of good and beautiful things As shared in moments short and precious Your advice as a doctor full and sincere Given asked and unasked,without fee or fear We met as friends as friends should be Who make life joyful  light  and easy I will remember till he...

  Armed with the strength of  faith and  a sharp skean treading stealthily through the unknown unseen dene  who so deeply sought the precious embedded sphene? bitterly tough and rough it was, not at all like gean passing through desert  uphill and down Azbine weary heavy parched as dryness ached the skin O' if only nearby would be a shebeen'   but no' so near is destination amazing velveteen do not think of red or white or brown-just Green' nor the number thirteen nor the grand limousine  Beware' Beware' Beware' the covered unforseen' O Sweet Cool Hippocrene make me see think write   a colored rainbow all green green and all over green  For Green is Life sweet and fresh forever is the Evergreen'  

World is round and moving so we know but what skill the grand kids show before you know green from brown the whole world goes upside down

There is a  bicycle  in every Cycle of Life  and so there was in mine I never owned one but always rode one and pushed around I guess, about nine' Johnny brought his red tricycle Father had a grand Raleigh Uncle got a Rustam - Sohrab  there was always one to grab after cooking   the bicycle waited' free without rent or booking' my kids got one each then grand kids rode  to their height and reach the love of bicycles continued in life and so does the need,some use it to sell their goods some take the milk for sale through the woods My son far away from home, now on his own found the love of his life in a land full of bikes  Mom my wish is granted  by the Lord I pedal and travel,free of any fuel fraud bicycles have stories fun and hurts bruised knees feet and torn shirts but the best I believe may be this one a true depiction of the new generation aware of rights votes and decep...

Trees miss people too I know this as true for this year I have not been able to be with one we planted just outside our small cottage, I have not been able to stand close to touch it smile at it feel its leaves or remove the extra twigs that grow just like that because I was ill and on doctor's orders 'rest Only a few flowers bloomed perhaps to tell me that it is there for me no more blossoms have appeared I know they are waiting  for me to climb the stairs step on the terrace and console them to speak to comfort and smile- I have missed the communication with Nature as Nature seems to have missed me… O’Dear People ‘ See  The Truth  in Trees Flowers Rain Clouds and Birds- Who holds their wings as they fly high with the unseen breeze and then with a Message return to The Trees

Poems ABOUT children ~ NOT poems for children.  My dear daughter,  home is not the same - since time took you away to your own, you are special, you will always be, for the love and care you have shown; to my mom and me; and to  all around you, known and unknown; for the peace you would bring to all arguments and all things; you are special for all you shared held my bags, dresses books and spared- stored and saved my weakening strength; when you gave me time, you could have spent with your friends- thank you dear, May Allah make all amends -  and Bless you with joy peace and love from all ends,  amen. of the Heavens and Universe; You are my precious daughter, my life my soul I think of you always, Always in my heart, and never to part,     Missing you son     I never felt the distance before     Nor sensed the silence in the room,     I never missed the familiar footstep ...

Inspired by Poets United- Rosemary's tribute to  A E Housman Thomas Stearns Eliot OM (26 September 1888 – 4 January 1965) was an essayist, publisher, playwright, literary and social critic and "one of the twentieth century's major poets." Born in St. Louis, Missouri in the United States, he moved to the United Kingdom in 1914 (at age 25) and was naturalised as a British subject in 1927 at age 39. Eliot attracted widespread attention for his poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915), which is seen as a masterpiece of the Modernist movement. It was followed by some of the best-known poems in the English language, including The Waste Land (1922), The Hollow Men (1925), Ash Wednesday (1930) and Four Quartets (1945). He is also known for his seven plays, particularly Murder in the Cathedral (1935). He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948, "for his outstanding, pioneer contribution to present-day poetry." Some Lines Inspired by 'The ...

O Glorious Circle  illumined, unending  serving eternally the unseen  and life in all forms manifest living in a golden palace   in the River Okeano till a fixed time Nothing survives without you You the Guardian of oaths  Symbol of the gift of sight travel across the skies , in a four winged horse chariot effulgent scathingly warm till a fixed time I a spirit celestial but human form am one with Light from morn till the hours reach their allowed limit, and darkness begins to emerge and merge,casting a pall, studded with starry jewels gems twinkling till a fixed time sunset sends a message strong I cannot stay, after, all day long  half the job done, half the job to do must move on for other world too- be not lonely for you may not see but I leave behind a shining company till a fixed time sunsets are glorious colors galore so many years and many to come, more each evenin...

Looking for' Cormorant' Balor or Graeae ? fearful of Cyclops, dreading the Jian ? O Blackbird" have you lost an eye? broken a wing, cannot see or fly? Fear not for thou art free with one eye you may see in the darkness of the night  till sleepy sun wakes, to light evil dead that live to fight arise from coffins,  a zombie sight, moments of life tenderly tight blood sucking creatures  fine apparent features capped and covered out of sight,  O Blackbird protect your wings in the air are dangerous things you may feel  lighter but life is not light Beware ! Lurking low in branches high in the cloudy corners enemy's machines n mortars all set to cut your flight'  Prompt Wordle