From the ashes: Favorites

Feb 27 From the ashes

Todd Sommerville

Four kisses,
One for yesterday,
One for today,
One for tomorrow,
And one for forever.

Yesterday's kiss is long and sweet,
covering all the times we miss.

Today's kiss is full of fire,
searing with passion,
it has no time to reminisce.

Tomorrow's kiss is a promise
of all the Kisses yet to come.

And finally forever's kiss
is the softest and gentlest kiss.

It is the kiss that makes us whole.

Given beyond the physical,
beyond worlds,
given from the depths of our soul.

All my kisses are for you,
as I pray yours in return.

for they are the first,
last,
and only kisses,
I ever hope to earn.

Wrote this a good while ago it had some issues so I shelved it.
went back through it today and re-wrote it.
I think it's close, and close is as close as a poem ever gets.
I hope you like it.
Available on you tube
https://youtu.be/oeDDASfv5p8?feature=shared
direct link
or www.youtube.com/tsummerspoetry

#kisses #sentimental #romantic

Feb 27 From the ashes

Tide Pool

Feb 27 From the ashes

Thomas W Case

Tide Pool

There, in the
tide pool, dappled by
the sun is birth and death,
and the spark that continues.
It leaves mankind in the wake of regret.
What have I to do with the albatross
Or sea lion?
I can but write, while they fly and roar.
I gaze upon the Pacific from this rock,
all its mysteries and grandeur.
I am inferior, while it forever reigns with
every wave and break of light.

Here's a link to my youtube channel where I read my poetry from my brand new book, It's a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-j1YkEdWQs

#nature #wwwthomaswcasecom

Feb 25 From the ashes

Jazz in Hell

Feb 25 From the ashes

Thomas W Case

Jazz in Hell

Chess in the
afternoon sun.
Jazz floats over
the silky couch.
Backs ache, while
hearts break.
Bishop takes knight,
and France falls again.

The masks are all
broken under the
cerulean blue skies,
while she eats berries,
and smiles in her
pink polka dot dress.
The pawns are all smug,
and Queenie's on the rag.
Italy surrenders, and from
the grave, Charlie Parker
still hammers home
those soft amber notes.
I can smell her heat, and
I think they play
jazz in hell.

Here is a link to my brand new youtube video from my book, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-j1YkEdWQs

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Feb 24 From the ashes

Ode To Thy Rose

Feb 24 From the ashes

Amanda Shelton

Ode To Thy Rose

Of velvety petals,
thy beauty grows
rising from the night shadows,
a rose blooms in the moonlight.

Thy thorny stem wraps around
the bushes, as thy scent lingers
in the night air, bringing its lovely
perfume for everyone to enjoy.

Your lacy trim and blood red decor
is so divine, it makes you shine
within an enthral sky.

Ode to thy rose,
may you bloom forever
within the enthral realm
of a great design as a poem
plotted and cultivated by
my poetic mind.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

Feb 24 From the ashes

Just write

Feb 24 From the ashes

Theresa Hartley-Mace

Just write

To all the poets in the world
Keep on writing
Keep that pen going
Share what you’re knowing
Write to your delight
Day and night
Enjoy
Give joy
Keep it flowing
Keep on going
Write the good right
Use insight
Just write ok
Until the break of day!

Feb 24 From the ashes

Man’s best friend

Feb 24 From the ashes

Theresa Hartley-Mace

Man’s best friend

She runs so fast
But it doesn’t last
She rolls on the grass
And still looks the class
She digs
She sniffs
She looks up at me
I smile
She’s having a moment
She Enjoyed her walk
Shame she couldn’t talk
I’d love to know
What’s on her mind
She has a lovely nature
Man’s best friend
And we’re homeward bound,
Time to unwind!
Curl up comfy
And back to sleep!

That’s both of us as I take her out early early am!!!!! She’s a gorgeous Bijon cross with a poodle !

Feb 24 From the ashes

There

Feb 24 From the ashes

Soulless

There

Sometimes I sit and wonder
If maybe everything is pointless
I ponder it now my head in my hands
If this world was designed to disappoint us.
All these nice bands that soon burn out
Little children you thought would be cute
But all they ever seem to do is pout
You date, you love, you celebrate
You break up, you cry, you hate, you mourn
And all the while.. All the while they all look at
You with that same old look full of nothing but scorn
You could die and they wouldn't even care
Not until you're in the grave and the mortician fixes
Your hair... But they're there for you now....
There for you now... But why would you care..?
Six feet under dead and gone so who...
Who ******* cares that they're even there?

- "Flower"