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 Jan 2015 Bassam A
John Stevens
Sunshine comes in many forms.
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That which comes up in the morning
and goes down at night.
And little girls who
are Grandma's De-light.
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She rises in the morning
sometimes cloudy,
sometimes bright,
but always Grandma's De-light.
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Sometimes she rains tears
torrential they may pour
but comforted by the voice
of the One who loves her so.
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Sometimes she shines bright
the warmth of hugs and smiles.
Love overflowing in the heart,
it's all Grandma's De-light.
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Love is forever and always
whether its stormy or bright.
Love covers all situations
For all is Grandma's De-light.
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Sunshine's  Eyes and Smiles
Light up the world around her.
Creating more smiles in their eyes
when first they did find her
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When Grandma's day is gloomy
Sunshine arrives with much to say
with happy stories, hugs and smiles
to brighten up the cloudiest day.
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When Sunshine goes to bed
it usually can be said
Sunshine's eyes cease to gleam
when energy's gone, time to dream.
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Eyes close and all is well
in Sunshine Land I do tell.
Grandma's De-light in peaceful sleep
The day is over, it will keep.
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She is after all
Grandma's Sunshine.

11-01-2014 (c)
John Stevens
Written by request of Grandma
Sunshine is five.
Going on fifteen.
 Jan 2015 Bassam A
sunshine
Big sister,
You smell like coffee....
but I showered twice!!
 Jan 2015 Bassam A
Tom m
Liars oath
 Jan 2015 Bassam A
Tom m
Words repeated robotically...
“I need you in my life”,
“You’re so important”, "you're my best friend",
“I love you!".....
Believed by a faulty heart, guilty for being in love. My sentence handed down by judges of fools!
My attempts defined in insanity....over and over AND ******* OVER AGIAN.........tried, truly
Expecting different results, but seemingly always rendereending the shows ending credits, blasted on the screen for all to see reading...."Yep, ****** over again!"                                                                     I, To smitten to say no! I, To Addicted to run! Always returned to something loved,
Something needed, grabbing for
roses, only to grip
Vicious thorns! Scorched memories of what was meant, but never had. And so all that remains is the massaging and stretching of ears to ensure every bit of ******* is shoved so far in there feeble minds all they'll hear is........ "I=victim.........I= Liberated........I=free......."
 Jan 2015 Bassam A
CharlesC
On this Eve
she is there
etching those many
dark lines outlining
what appears as
so many separations..
Those many names
inns without rooms
the frivolous and fancy
of passing generations..
Yet there is
the generous background
the light that shines
before the etchings
darken the light..
Except for glimpses
outside the inns...
Merry Christmas, All..!
 Jan 2015 Bassam A
Bluebird
Poets
 Jan 2015 Bassam A
Bluebird
it is not because of the sadnesss or pain
that we write,
it is because we choose to have many lives.
My heathen greeting for I am old now

Wildfowl whispered on marshland like maidens around burning fires,
The Norse winds breathing in my soul ‘Odin doth call’
Blood is the sweat of this iron sword; proud are war smiths
I watch the coal biter musing in blood damp earth,
Before a fire and smoke of tallow he dreams of war

Fill these horns to brim, for I shall drink to Odin’s law
And eat I this meal of bread oyster and mussel shell
I see heavens stained blood red clouds as we cross the rainbow crystal bridge,  we shall enter Valhalla victorious once more,

Lo shall they bleed at shores blooded by iron the Saxons fall,
Raged fires shall consume their roof as thunder of north comes forth
You call us ****** that which pierces dark shadows,
We blow our horn in assembly before Odin warriors of the north

Settings suns shone red as quiet falls, serene I see Valhalla
the goat and mead hall, roasting beef and herring
I no longer fear drowning suns for the Valkyries sweet song I do hear
Freyja shall breathe my new reign at dawn  

The old wars are over but our fight shall ne’er end,

─ Lo I see my father


ASPAR (Arnay Rumens)  © 2013
With footprints of time on your breast
Please return the lost child, every moment of glory.
we come to you with a handful of word-seeds
help us grow sprouts of sense and sensibility
the mystic search is knotted in humdrum proclivities
our journey meanders through jungle of learning
a shedload enticements stripe each dawn
ending up with silent solitude, in deep meditation
weariness to weave poems of wonder
surrenders us to you dear Philosopher!
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