Reflective thoughts and poems

[smiley]

Is this the all poets club?

Is this the all poets xmas club?
all alone but that's the hub
families divided around the world
once this was a smaller planet?
and then it all just vanished?

send a card or the odd email?
wot are all these roads we seek to blaze?
families lost and families gone
this brave new world baked to burnt scones?

We all became so very smart
and then the world got darker dark?
no answers here just puzzled looks
must get back to my diary books??

have some sort or good xmas this year?

 

[TeePee]

Another year
Has come and gone
What have we learned
What have we sworn?

We swore to remember
And learn from the past
We seem to forget that
That some memories don't last

Live in the present
Live, love, and learn
Next year might not come
And then we will yearn

To yearn for our loved ones
Who might not be here
And wish they'd come back
And wish they were near

We cannot replace them
So take them in stride
They are not perfect
Just swallow your pride.

Another Christmas
Another year
Another time
To hold loved ones dear.

Beauty in the Chaos
Strikingly beautiful flowers, you name your favorite please—
Perhaps the rose with velvet grace, or cherry blossom trees?
Maybe the iris, cloaked in dusk, or wild orchids’ flare,
Each one a whisper in the wind, a secret breathed through air.

Yet what if beauty’s not confined to gardens neat and still,
But found where broken branches lean, and vines refuse to chill?
Where weeds push through the concrete cracks with bold, unruly cheer,
And sunflowers twist skyward through the ruins year by year.

A dandelion’s golden head in alleyways ignored,
A bloom beneath a rusted gate, by wind and storm adored.
In tangled roots and tempest skies, in thunder's roaring hymn—
There lives a fierce, defiant grace not dulled by edges grim.

So name your favorite flower—yes, the perfect, polished kind—
But don’t forget the jagged blooms that chaos leaves behind.
For sometimes what is wild and scarred, what grows through pain and strife,
Can show us deeper kinds of truth—can bloom with truer life

I love that poem! I can picture it in my mind.

 

[TeePee]

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Another year
Has come and gone
What have we learned
What have we sworn?

We swore to remember
And learn from the past
We seem to forget that
That some memories don't last

Live in the present
Live, love, and learn
Next year might not come
And then we will yearn

To yearn for our loved ones
Who might not be here
And wish they'd come back
And wish they were near

We cannot replace them
So take them in stride
They are not perfect
Just swallow your pride.

Another Christmas
Another year
Another time
To hold loved ones dear.

I love that poem! I can picture it in my mind.

I don't know how a poem I was playing around with got mixed up with yours. I was just commenting on how well I enjoyed your poem. I must have accidently clicked something I shouldn't have. I'm sorry.

 

[palides2021]

Is this the all poets club?

Is this the all poets xmas club?
all alone but that's the hub
families divided around the world
once this was a smaller planet?
and then it all just vanished?

send a card or the odd email?
wot are all these roads we seek to blaze?
families lost and families gone
this brave new world baked to burnt scones?

We all became so very smart
and then the world got darker dark?
no answers here just puzzled looks
must get back to my diary books??

have some sort or good xmas this year?

I like "the all poets club." Maybe it is.


Thank you for this, @smiley!

 

[palides2021]

Christmas Songs

Today, I played Christmas songs
on the violin with a newfound friend who played the cello.
We sat in the sunroom, playing
Christmas carols from
all over the world - Czech, Italy, Norway, France, etc.
They were simple songs, yet they touched the heart
as we crooned our way, traveling over oceans
and tasting different cultures. We blew past the North Pole,
bringing some stardust along,
uniting us with Jesus's birth.
As I played on, enjoying the music,
I began to feel an ache in my body,
reminding me that I wasn't quite healed yet,
so a break was suggested.

The hot cocoa and whipped cream,
butter cookies and chocolate chip cookies,
blueberry muffins, and bowls of nuts
filled our bodies.
The lively conversation lasted.
More music followed on this sunny afternoon.
Inspiring notes floated above us,
dancing with whisps of air,
and bowing to the sun's rays,
forming silhouettes in my mind.

As the sun began to set, my friend trudged
back to her car,
carrying the cello in its case and her large bag of music.
It's not often that one can play duets for violin and cello,
particularly Christmas music, with a good player.
I feel very blessed.

P.A. Dec. 20, 2025