Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

A poem written in connection with the approaching anniversary of the outbreak of World War II WAR TREES trees lofty in a dark fan in the clouds peacefully hung the sun's disc disappeared somewhere in the branches frightened by the war attack froze in sudden darkness stretched out they waited and people waited closely covered with fear and roofs restless - struck by the escalation of the enemy still silence stuck behind walls apparent escape supposedly safe in this still in this still silence and the trees motionless lofty and proud so ultimately inscribed in this land and cried silence were mutilated people did not hear the wind in the pre-evening silence it was dying Author: Barbara Gramza "Sarna" 26.08.2024 Wiersz napisany  w związku ze zbliżającą się rocznicą wybuchu  II wojny światowej.  DRZEWA WOJENNE                                           drzewa wyniosłe ...

Happy Father's Day Tribute <3 <3 <3    From the Moment He first looked into your sweet, vulnerable eyes, this was Pure Love Oh He might have thought he knew real Love, becoming a Father changed his every perception of Love There are numerous Roles to which being a Father is assigned, being a Dad is a Gift from Our Creator Whether He looks over us now from Heaven's Promenade's, as does mine  Or He gathers enjoying the Celebrations that hold him close in Heart and Embrace  We All, coast to coast and shore to shore, now Hold him in our own Heart's Cherished  Knowing without that strong hand cupping ours, the steadfast gaze endearing us forever Be You a Father of a Child, or a Father to an orphanage, your role may be in your Country men's stead  In Whatever capacity You Yield Your Heart as a Father, We Honor and Cherish You with both Heart' and Spirit! The Love that sustains, that which is etched into our Heart's for all of the years we live to behold ...

Bird songs soothe my soul and make it fresh, I planted cute trees around my humble cot, To lure all birds, in colors lavish and mesh, But in this ice-cold, their numbers falter, fraught. Though here the winter bites with icy hand, Where few can brave the frosty night’s cruel bite, They bear the chill, as steadfast as they stand, While I, less patient, long for warmer light. No corn nor seed can they in snow discern, Wow still they stay, when others might take flight, They roam not to lands where sun does burn, Nor waste the earth where foreign airs invite. They love their home, content with what’s at hand, Oh, would that I could love my native land. ----- Poet Affaq  Here beautiful song by  Patsy Cline  Click here Patcy Cline