When we last time gathered…

When we last time enjoyed…

When we last time joined…

That was the day of separation,

When we had no complains…

When we had no conflicts…

When we had no blames…

That was the pain of our separation,

Where no pain was more than that…

Where no heart wept more than that…

Where no one was departured like that…

That was the day of remini moments,

When the weather turned veer…

When the sky turned dim…

When the eyes turned brim…

By: Rana Rimsha Ramzan

15 years old….

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at DAY OF SEPARATION:.

Turning and spinning..
Trying not to fall.
Looking at wisdom written on the wall.
Closing our eyes seeing it all.

Hold on it’s gonna be
a long flight..

If we think we have nothing but might.

We put on the silent smile
Hoping to shout…
A word
pronounced-

Without.

The many tears
falling all around you for all those years.

Is it enough we run fast at first
slowing down looking at that familiar
church.
Young never old we used to say..
I remember that very day.
Laughing at tomorrow
carefree and wild
is it enough for you
young child?

Is it enough
to hold on to youth stirring in your soul
to only discover the truth..
That was never told.

Another sip of sweetness brimming..
You say it’s enough
That were living.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Is it enough.

Hold on it’s gonna be
a long flight..

If we think we have nothing but …
Might.

We put on the silent smile
Hoping to shout…
A word
pronounced-

Without.

The many tears
falling all around you for all those years.

Is it enough we run fast at first
slowing down looking at that familiar
church.
Young never old we used to say..
I remember that very day.
Laughing at tomorrow
carefree and wild
is it enough for you
young child?

Is it enough
to hold on to youth stirring in your soul
to only discover the truth..
That was never told.

Another sip of sweetness brimming..
You say it’s enough
That were living.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Is it enough.

By: Cynthia DiSciullo and William Zigmont

Sunshine leaned back into her comfy overstuffed chair,

Felt the amber glow and warmth of the fireplace there

The magic of a youthful mind is so very scrumptious and delicious

A charming place things are really-real even if they are fictitious

Rambleton Acres felt a jolt of winter’s mighty breath and gale

Which now becomes the back-drop of this cutesy child’s tale

Snow and cold had frosted the windows and whitened the yard

Icicles hung from the eves like shark’s teeth all pointy and hard

Beneath her seasonal blanket she tucked her leg under and said,

“Why, oh, why are hats worn by Santa Claus just white and red?”

Sunshine closed her eyes and traveled in the beauty of her fertile mind

In hopes of an answer but instead possibilities is what she’d find

In the corner of her mind’s room stood dapperly dressed Saint Nick

His pants pleated, and his coat adorned by epaulettes the color of brick

Four brilliantly polished stag-head buttons held the sable coat snuggly tight

And his boots were more the slipper, ornate much the festive delight

But it was the hat, the most unique hat that caught the child’s mind’s eye

Its minutia of intricate detail was the reason and the only reason why

Alas, an unusual coiffure of white framed it as might holly beneath a bow

The traditional hat was not that any more, for she imagined a sideshow

A snowman with a full bristled broom, held in arms thin for they were stick

Eyes and crooked smile coal, scarf plaid, a carrot nose, sporting a cowlick

The mailbox wore a red hat, showing Santa ringing a bell bedecked in

A swan covered shirt, a gingerbread neck tie held with a wreath tie-pin

The details of the hat revealed that four frogs sat on block spelling noel

The chorus singing from parchment songbooks the song Jingle Bell

A tiny rocking horse covered in cloth, the print poinsettia and holly on white

Wore a red bow, matching ribbon it rein and a white mane trimmed tight

A Christmas raccoon was placing a glow star on the top of an orange tree

Four teddies looked on, their vest’s button of star shaped shimmered glee

A woman’s handbag sat beneath that tree shaped exactly like the tree it sat below

Fifteen and twenty pine cone cluttered in a pile circled by a train, chuggin’ slow

Carrying a drum, wrapped presents, a pup, a kitty, four birds, a sled, and mittens

If you looked in one car’s window you’d see a girl sitting with three kittens

To the left, just above the brim, a girl was pulling her sled on shiny gliders

On it was one red-headed dolly, a stuffed bear and penguin as lucky riders

Look hard and you will see an old typewriter with paper in its carriage that said,

“Dear Santa…” and two mice were depressing the keys in dresses red-on-red

There do you see it, yes, a mouse turning a wheel, grinding coffee a holiday blend

One can easily imagine it must be a special gift for a very special friend

Standing alone on a frozen pond of ice is one lone snowman completely colored blue

Blue jays abound a blue birdhouse, blue top hat, scarf, coat, mittens, blue, too

A Christmas seal wears, yellow ear muffs that match in color to hand muff of a miss

She shyly turning her head beneath the mistletoe avoiding a beau’s frisky kiss

Duck… duck… goose… duck… duck… swan… all about to fly if you holler

Look closely and notice wreaths, bows, bells and bears are hanging from their collar

Three skunks are marching two carrying signs, one reading “I heart snow!”

The other, “I brake for reindeer!” while the drummer skunk-boy tympanis slow

In the far corner up near the tips ball is a huge up-dumped gold Santa sack

And all the things she saw were flowing from the wonderful Christmas pack

Her whimsical thoughts were interrupted by the call of her older brother

“Sunny, it is time for us to go, ready to visit our wonderful great grandmother?”

Sunshine looked around the room, smiled, fluffed her curls, and rose from her chair,

Neatly folded the blanket, covered Wally, and then winked to the teddy bear

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at SANTA’S HAT.

Lost At Sea,
Blinded by the storm.
Hear my plea.
My spirit is worn.

Ship is swaying.
I did not foresee.
Alone I’m praying,
In sandy debree.

Waves of pain,
flood into me.
Blood now stains,
what used to be.

The person I knew,
and who I was.

Would I carry through?
Would the storm subdue?

Lost at sea.
My final plea.
Blinded by the storm.
My body is worn.

About to give in.
Can’t feel my skin.
Will the storm win?
Fill to the brim?

It’s past my chin.
Now hearing your voice.
Giving a choice.
Within I rejoice.

Sealed with protection,
loving connection.
He told me the way,
to escape that day.

Don’t look north, south,
nor east or west.
For God’s direction,
is not that quest.

If God is a direction,
just follow the Son.

Into the light,
Love from the one,
healing the pain,
Till there is none.

Equip yourself,
to overcome.
Healing for you.
Do not succumb.

Violence of the storm,
is not too deep,
not too loud now,
to hear your weep.

Heart is your compass,
follow it back.

Lost at sea.
No longer I plea.
Nearly back,
for land I can see.

Followed the path,
Light led the way,
Directions from He,
who set my life free.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Lost at Sea.

The acquiescent delight in the heart meekly exhaled,

Is seeking you, as the stream, for the ocean;

Like the brook hugging the sandbank, meander

By kissing the shores, then swells into a river

In its thrust to reach the Ocean, finally

Become roaring waves, accosting you.

My dearest, I tender my veneration as tears…

My homage brimming from the heart as droplets

Of my blood, deliquescent with my love!

Tears, as flowers of spasm, of my pain.

From the forsaken life you have gifted me…

And sighs of the bleeding heart, in anguish.

I remember the day, when you came to me

With your amiable smirk, and entered

The depth of my soul, with a big bang.

Reminiscing those moments, I lie down,

Whimpering in solitude, on my bed.

Words stutter in the breast, eyes wandering

In the horizon, illegible mutterings;

Quivering lips, groans soaked in tender love;

Fizzy desires, flash floods in the eyes shedding

Remorseful rhapsodies, moments closing the eyelids;

Wavering emotions, asinine thoughts;

Pearls of sweat, sprouting on the fainting frame,

Embracing grief; rare moments of sweet tears of the psyche;

Rapture filled showers of raindrops

Causing magnificent rainbows in sentiments;

Passions immersing in wingless consciousness;

Radiant countenance filling with love from

The shedded leaves of memory, of life are throbbing;

Out flowing strains of pleasure from the flourishing love

Of the mind, inside a world of dreams,

Are fading away with the immobile ecstasy in my memory…..

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Lone Moments….

Spring and summer is gone
I see the dead dried leaves in the earth
Winter is cruel, though it leaves
Some moisture on the leaves..

The heart is in agony
For the deceit of my love
My life goes on and on
Like a corpse walking in sunshine.

May be there is no semblance of reason
For the lies; to toss a life into spasm
Of cruelty, of this maddening world.
A fog of confusion dawns on my thoughts
Of treachery, of cruel minds;
And a prescience of despair
Filled with a longing and desire
Of lost love and dead dried dreams
Muddled in fantasies
An imbroglio, desiccated memories.

Oh! I hear a lullaby far away
Of a mother, singing her child to slumber.
My heart yearns for such a soft prelude
I used to hear, when I was a child
And my mother sang for me.
Wish I could live again my infancy
And cling to her soft breasts and brood
And coo, looking into her soft blue eyes,
Away from this dreadful world;
A solace in the weariness and tedium!
I will fill up my heart
Brimful with your silence
And keep still with patience;
Await for the fragrance of your touch
When you embrace me, again
Holding me in your arms
And once again my life blooms…..

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Vanishing dreams….