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Weekly Poems: A Poem About Death and More

YEARS TURN THE PAGES; THE BOOK REMAINS

Years turn the pages; the book remains.
No one can see the life it contains.
The story is over; it sits on a shelf
Outside of time, complete in itself.
Ah! Could we know! But never we will.
Now it is sealed, silent and still.

CHRISTMAS REALLY ISN’T ABOUT TOYS

Christmas really isn’t about toys,
However much we love them, young and old.
Reductions in the fat of Christmas day
In time restore its vigor and its health.
So let us not display our absent wealth,
Though children should have ample chance to play.
More sweet and joyous music must be sung,
And thoughts of peace and mercy make their way
Silent and uncluttered through the noise.

CHRIS AND I WENT OUT AWHILE BACK

Chris and I went out awhile back.
It didn’t work–I really don’t know why.
Some unacknowledged dream was out of whack,
Went spinning off, and so we let it die.
Sometimes we attribute things to fate
When it’s us, though we won’t notice it.
Chris and I are back again–it’s great!
We’ve both changed, and now we seem to fit.
I can’t explain the happiness I find:
Chris smiles at me and something makes me glow.
Mysteries on mysteries unwind;
The deeper in we see, the less we know.
For now I think I’ll just enjoy the ride;
Love Chris to bits, but still keep watch inside.

HAPPINESS DEPENDS ON LIGHTING LIGHTS

Happiness depends on lighting lights,
As what one does without reflects within.
People plead the poignance of their plights,
Pleased to play the hapless harlequin.
Yet one must purify the sacred temple,
Haul the lamps up, clean them, set them out,
Acting to await the miracle,
Neither seized by fear nor free of doubt.
Underneath all miracles is faith,
Knowing not, but hoping what might be,
Kindled by the will, though pain and death
Assault with darkness all that one can see
Here, where all is here miraculously.

HAPPINESS IS RARELY MELODY

Happiness is rarely melody
As other voices jockey for the lead.
Perhaps it is most comfortable with bass,
Pleased to underline the others’ grace,
Yielding to intensity and need,
Holding up a fragile harmony.
On holidays, however, it becomes
Less self-effacing, stepping forth to sing,
In moments filled with labor, love, and longing,
Deep descants on the beauty of belonging;
After which, again retiring,
Yet not before the harried heart takes wing,
Softly it blends into what strain comes.

SHOW ME ALL THE BOUNTY OF YOUR GIVING

Show me all the bounty of your giving:
Each cornucopia spills out in vain
As some of the sweet happiness of living
Sinks deep into a dry and dusty plain.
Of labor and of love there is no ending,
Nor can we ever pocket our reward.
Some tender that we’re tempted into spending
Goes for gifts that others can’t afford.
Remember that the Earth’s a single sea,
Equable in what one takes and gives.
Each act redeems its value naturally,
Taking grace from everything that lives.
In giving there is rich and varied treasure,
Nor more nor less than taking’s vivid pleasure,
Granting ample joy to those who care,
Subject to what pain they choose to share.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! TO THOSE WHO WILL HAVE NONE

Happy New Year! To those who will have none,
A wish that knows too well it cannot be.
Perhaps one ought not wish so futilely;
Perhaps one ought, that such not be alone.
Yearning is the price one pays for hope,
Nor can one hope unless one would endure.
Each futile wish makes paradise more sure,
Widening the world’s supernal scope.
Yet there are those who find such wishes cheap,
Easy substitutes for sacrifice.
A wish for good is more than merely nice,
Restoring winds that stir the unguent deep.

I am a poet and webmaster of the popular poetry site, Poems for Free, at http://www.poemsforfree.com.

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A poem written for a mother and father for their 40th wedding anniversary. The father retired 6 yrs ago after having his own business (painting and decorating). He has lots of friends, and tends to have plenty holidays abroad – usually 2-3 per year. The mother collects skirts! she must have at least 70 in her wardrobe, so her children tend to take the mick out of her!


They do lots for their children, they are a very close family. The couple always put their family first. They have a good life together, although the father was seriously ill 6 yrs ago he has made a full recovery now. He is very unselfish and will do anything for anyone.


FORTY MORE

Can not believe it has been so long,

can not believe it has been forty years.

You’ve had so many happy times,

interrupted by a couple of tears.


Dad, you scared us all,

when you were taken ill.

Gee, you would have left a gap,

would have been impossible to fill.


Obviously, we are glad you made it,

and are living life to the full.

No one could call your life boring,

no one could ever say it is dull.


You seem so happy now,

now that we’re fully grown.

Dad goes off with his golfing,

Mum gets left on her own.


And you spend time in your garden,

painting with your flowers,

decorating our part of the world,

creating something that is ours.


You have so many friends,

and love your holidays abroad.

You have been to so many places,

that most people could never afford.


And we are counting the skirts,

there must be seventy at least,

all neatly hanging,

all pressed and never a crease.


So thanks for having us,

now we know what love is for.

Thanks for our years together,

and here is to Forty More.


Copyright Allen Jesson 1998


and here’s one from a few years later, this time for a 17th wedding anniversary:


One Of Us


Kelley, as you know I’m not there,

I’m sorry, I’m on some distant sand,

but I just wanted to say “I love you”,

and I think these are words you’ll understand.


Because I have been ‘Blued’ for 18 years,

and in that time, I’ve missed many a special event,

but having said that, you’ve been there for me,

and I should know, my angel has been heaven sent.


Because you’ve often taken the load on your own,

your selfless actions have kept the family strong,

and never with any regard to your health or well being,

you’ve kept the home stable, all along.


You sacrifice every minute of every day,

and always, you are firmly last in the queue,

and Kelley, I just wanted to say “thanks”,

yes, I’m very proud of all that you do.


Some say it’s the military way,

some have said it’s just the military life,

but I know nothing could be further from the truth,

I’m so very proud of my wonderful wife.


Because you always put everyone ahead of you,

and all you ask is my love and respect in return,

but I’m not sure I’ve expressed that so well,

so all my past efforts, I think I’ll burn.


Because you are so much more than a wife,

and I’m going to tell you this before these lines end,

not only are you the love of my life,

yes indeed, Kelley, you are my very best friend.


I consider myself the luckiest man alive,

you and our daughter mean the very world to me,

and I just wanted to thank you for being you,

you’ve made my world a great place to be.


I want nothing more than to grow old with you,

I want you to see our love etched on my face,

because I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you,

and I promise, for most of it, we’ll be in the same place.


But our bond is stronger than anything we know,

even though our relationship was a bit rocky in the start

but Kelley, I want you to know that you’re here with me,

we’re always connected, no matter how many miles we’re apart.


But the longer we’re together the more we become alike,

so I think you should give up and stop all the fuss,

come on! Get crazy, cross over to the dark side,

yes Kelley, it’s time you became one of us!


But in the meantime, just know that I love you,

in truth, I love you with all my heart and soul,

for with you in my life, I am complete, yes,

you’re the one that makes me completely whole.


And tonight, please go outside and look skywards,

and there you will see a twinkling star,

and that will be me, sending you my love,

telling you exactly just how wonderful you are.


So I’ll finish by saying Happy 17th Anniversary,

I guess that’s really what these words are for,

so here’s to you Kelley, you’re truly beautiful,

and here’s to our everlasting love, for evermore.


Copyright Allen Jesson 2005

Allen Jesson it the owner of a site that specializes in providing the perfect Wedding Anniversary Gift Allen Jesson has specialized in writing the perfect anniversary gift in the shape of a bespoke anniversary poem for 1st anniversaries and way beyond, so far the record being a 60th. Any takers for a 61st?

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