April 24

#PocketPoem 2014 – In the Name of Love

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Hello everyone;

I did say "haphazardly" participating in the April PAD Challenge. This is why day one is being posted after day two.
Day 1  prompt of "write an optimistic poem"

Not Dead Yet, Me


Is it really such a tragedy

that my sentences are raggedy

words tread together by similarity?

The conversation is still defiantly

expressions of me.


Is it really such a travesty 

that I wander aimlessly?

When I can travel through time so easily

…our life history

…a life lived outrageously.


Is it really such a disparity

that I have forgotten the melody

of your name? Still there’s some clarity….

I know the feelings of family

and passions intensity. 


Is it really such an indignity

that something once familiar is now a novelty.

Or that simple tasks escape me.

I still dance to life’s jamboree

and sing majestically.

Is it really such a finality

even as I become more absentee?

There is plenty of life in my legacy.

Don’t bother writing my eulogy,

when there’s still time to create a memory.

©2024 Delaina Miller

Today Poets.org is celebrating National Poetry Month with #pocketpoems being carried in pockets of poetry lovers everywhere.

So today consider this blog a virtual pocket. I am sharing the poem below as a pocket poem because I have been sitting on it a while :). Also because we carry the pieces of ourselves around with us no matter where we go. Our ability to love and our desire to share love should give us a sense of pride to carry around with us.

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In the Name of Love

Upon the heart a stranger lies
though she mystifies
her existence won’t be denied
or her truth be disguised.

And “The Band Played On”
the quilt of humanity.
In the name of love…
for the rite of dignity.

One woman kisses matching lips
after their “I do’s.”
One man lies in another’s arms
their passion stronger still.

On a trodden path
we march for civility.
In the name of love
we put faith in liberty.

Some deny the gifts of love
while others rise to testify
in the glory of all love
our pride won’t be denied.

About the author

Creator of sounds. Poet on an energetic journey with words. Explorer of Frequencies.


 

Delaina J Miller

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