Some poets are way better than the majority,
Yet they are down-to-earth and connected,
Less they care about others' opinions,
Kindness is replete in them,
Injuring no hearts in
Era of love.

My HP Poem #1370
©Atul Kaushal
#poet   #dedication   #acrostic   #kind   #fine   #smoothie   #sylkie   #natured  

I told you truths we laughed off as just another one of my moments and to me you knew when even could not say.

Words left apon a page are meaningless without the insperation to support them.

Are troubles many but to this friendship  I owe everything never worry how it sounds just read it and know .

We all get sideways sometimes .
Love you sister.

Remember my words long after the silence tears us apart .

This will always be for you.

Dedicated to Helen.

You know what others cannot understand .
And for that i owe you more than i can ever express .
Dec 31, 2016

May ravens sing to you
May they brighten Winter's dreary walks
As fallen leaves crunch beneath your feet
And the sky grows a melancholy gray
May cheerfulness run forth to greet you
With happy, outstretched arms
May no rain or darkness sadden your day
May only beauty, wishes, and dreams
Dance inside your head
Happy Birthday, Dad!


Sorry for my long absence from HP!!
We (my parents and I) have had a LOT
Come up lately, so if I'm not always
On here reading and writing poetry, please understand!!
However today I knew I had to write something...
Today is my Dad, Timothy's birthday!!
Sorry if this doesn't sound like my usual style,
But it was quite randomly written!!!
Enjoy anyways!!!! :) <3
#love   #poet   #happy   #dad   #dedication   #family   #birthday   #parents   #timothy   #randompoem  
Dec 30, 2016

(Before you continue reading I ask that you read all of it and thats all I ask; proceed€;)

Feeling dizzie is what I hate the most,
knowing I have nothing to say;
Nothing better to say but I love you juliet
And knowing all I have to say is pointless to all life,
Intoxicated underwater;
Almost there where the stilled pond shows no more trace of me,
Am drowning in my tears also downing  shots at a time with a side of poison, call it siping light and a cherry on top;
How you used to be the jewel sparkling the pathway of my dark ways....
Ran into bigger doors;
Dodging stiff jabs also caught swinging back.
Keeping one eye open while the other caught by a strike and bruised swollen shut...
Doesn't matter how many times a fighter has fallen all that should matter is how many times he picked himself back up solely dedicated to be the last man standing at the end of it.

(*Before you continue reading I ask that you read **all of it** and thats all I ask*)
Randy Johnson
Randy Johnson
Dec 29, 2016

Just one day after we lost Carrie Fisher, her mom died too.
I guess both the shock and pain was too much for her to go through.
Carrie died at the age of  sixty and her mom was eighty-four.
It's a shame that neither of them will be around anymore.
Many people were Debbie Reynolds fans and they thought a lot of her.
This has been a sad week because we lost both Carrie and her mother.

Dedicated to Debbie Reynolds (1932-2016) who died on December 28, 2016.
Randy Johnson
Randy Johnson
Dec 22, 2016

Mom thought I would be a girl back in 1971.
She was surprised to learn that I was a son.
She was surprised but she wasn't disappointed in the least.
We were very close until the day when she became deceased.
When I was in Mom's womb, she thought I would be a girl instead of a boy.
But she didn't care, just knowing that I was a healthy baby brought her joy.

Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.
#son   #mom   #dedication   #birth   #nonfiction  
harlon rivers
harlon rivers
Dec 16, 2016

We walked along the rivers margin
alone together fettered by a musical hope
The weight life’s’ unburned ashes glowing,
hearts so full of unanswered questions  and,
still there was a darkness flooding the light

Hold forth the journeys twisted line
circling back to a moment gone
If its meant to be written , if it be thy will
we strolled heart on sleeve ; empathy bespoken
unconnected joined distant horizons
bridged, touching souls unraveled and  frayed

Demurely searching ; reservedly construing
unspoken without intention
A lost bird with wing broken ;
a student learning about love unbroken
An unrequited teacher of unknown learners devotion
A wounded healer singing through catastrophic woundings ;          
yet  “it’s the singer not the song“ all along

I've walked this same old fomenting river’s margin
a motherless child on the run learning on healing
Singing alone, the unaccompanied songs once strummed
Remembering to remember a rock skips across still waters ;
the ripples of its passing go on and on unbroken circle

The eternal continuum, only a mother’s love

                                                   harlon rivers ... December 16. 2016

You were/are so full of music and life,  sharing a link that if only a passing moment, turned darkness into guiding light, your beloved music magic spells, my unspoken heartache in muted tow…I thank the lord for you letting me in your song…please know how grateful I am to have walked that mile in word and song with thee.

All apologies i am remiss, i have keep unspoken,  humble debt of gratitude, far too long
... soul sister who stands strong  ...>>>>-------->*♥

peace on the shoreline
Randy Johnson
Randy Johnson
Dec 12, 2016

Robert Vaughn's demise is something that billions of people deplore.
If he had lived just eleven days longer, he would've turned eighty-four.
Vaughn had the ability to make movies and TV shows enjoyable.
When we lost this great man, it was like losing a precious jewel.
When we watched him on the small and the big screen, it was always sure to please.
During his later years, he continued to act and he did commercials for attorneys.
If you visit Hollywood, you can see Vaughn's star on the Walk of Fame.
Because of his death, television and movies will never again be the same.

Dedicated to Robert Vaughn (1932-2016) who died on November 11, 2016.
Randy Johnson
Randy Johnson
Dec 2, 2016

Every Christmas was a good Christmas when you were around.
But it stopped being good after you were lowered into the ground.
The last Christmas that we spent together was four years ago.
I had no idea that it would be our last Christmas, I didn't know.

When a man spends Christmas with family, it means everything.
And when that is taken away, it's like being struck by lightning.
When we spent our last Christmas together, I didn't know the end was near.
Merry Christmas Mom, because you're in my heart, a part of you is still here.

Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.
Brent Fisher
Brent Fisher
Dec 2, 2016

fingers worn by work
graced her blond curls,
those soft tendrils
with errant whirls.

hummed a tune,
looked up at the moon,
rocked her as stars,
near dawn, wore on.

rose up, donned a cap,
packed his lunch,
poked his head in,
smiled, and was gone.

#love   #future   #sleep   #dreams   #dedication   #purpose   #reason   #work   #drive  
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