Yldara - A Glimpse at Poetry & Life

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In
silence
choking back
poignant sadness
as I sit alone
so far away from home.
I miss the lighthearted mood
brought on by food and my kinfolks.
Nothing says Thanksgiving more clearly
than the warmth of one’s family and home.

Yldara/M. Stanphill

*** Just thinking of those who are far from their loved ones, those that miss their loved ones —May your hearts be filled with joy, hope, love, peace and thanksgiving, all through out the year.

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Shelved

Tuesday, November 20th, 2007

Step one, started easy enough
Open the box. Lay out the boards
Make sure you have all the screws
Then simply follow the rules

Unfortunately the holes
Seem not to match up
A few screws got broken
And the boards cracked apart

It took a full day
Instead of two hours
The bookshelf stands empty
Not worth the saved dollars

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Author’s Comments:

Ever heard of the saying, “You get what you paid for” ? This light humor type of a poem certainly has the trappings of one such dilemma. Sometimes, penny pinching does have its rather frustrating effects. One could argue that it can be likened to one’s walk of faith. When a person shortcuts his way around life and settles for the bargains and easy assembly type of beliefs—guess what? You reap the benefits of it also.

To walk in Christ’s footsteps is not an easy task. I would venture to say that there are no shortcuts to it. No, it is not an easy path to take. In fact, it is my understanding that persecution, is always there to hound those that believe and walk in the Light. Still, you cannot let this get you down. Just keep remembering that your hope is in the Lord and your salvation in His merciful and just hands.

When we make mistakes, we pay for it (especially in our bargain-hunting purchases—LOL) but thank the good Lord for hope, forgiveness and a sense of humor.

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Grandfather’s Chest

Sunday, November 18th, 2007

Worn leather straps and painted varnish
aged wood and yellowed liners inside
treasured mementos of the past kept
dust-free, among an array of pipes
and cigars. All, treasured pieces

Grandfather’s Chest

Wish one could still search through
that chest like before. It is now gone
No one quite understood why -
just like when mom came home and said:
“Grandpa is now at peace; in Heaven rests.”

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Gift and Witness

Thursday, November 15th, 2007

Gift and Witness

The clink of your coin in a tin cup
was all that bore witness to a gift
just a moment caught in time, impressed
in the heart of a blind street beggar

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After the Summer Sun Hides

Monday, November 12th, 2007

After the Summer Sun Hides Moon, you shine a silver gazed orb
in an August sky. Stars absorb
in silence, how mortals’ weep; sighs
for you: white witch of darkened skies.

In your arms, of shadows and light,
summer fairies dance in delight,
while lovers bloom and grow en masse
and sadness withers like the grass.

From you, endearing gilded globe
clad in Isis’ radiant robe,
whispers of fancy, nightly reign
willing bared troubles, to wane.

Quaint ball of a celestial sphere,
you, who make the obscure air clear,
must, in due time with grief declare
this summer’s end, by your cold stare.

Still, you glow, albeit less nobly,
duty bound to, quite probably,
weaving dreams of summers to come -
nearby, waiting, past twilight’s glum.

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The Glorietta Blast

Saturday, November 10th, 2007

The Glorietta Blast

Blast!

Why?

A question that remains
unanswered for many souls
now mourning, wailing
inconsolable in their grief

Who?

The victims, their family
want to know and face
to challenge, help ease
the pain in some fashion

When?

Soon, hearts hope
in a time of conflict
before many more
feels the pain of loss

And…

while dreams are dreamt
without borders or chains
and Peace still is within
our hearts reach and grasp

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Shoe Shine Boy

Thursday, November 8th, 2007

Shoe Shine Boy You made them shine,
all sizes and kinds. Shoes,
of others, entrusted to hands
chaffed and callused – yours.

For years, you polished,
worked – before and after
school; struggling with a load
of rags and borrowed books.

Recently, I saw you give
a shoe shine boy his tip;
his eyes grew big as saucers –
a chauffeur drove you away.

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I say good night…

Wednesday, November 7th, 2007

I say good night…

when it is dark outside
and all the stars are bright
that behind the moonlight
daylight goes to hide

when ancient art divine
with moonbeams aplenty
and twinkling stars so many
in the heavens shine

when night clothes holler
to be put on so vainly
and warm milk is quite plainly
drank by each scholar…

that is when with wisdom’s light
I must say: “Good night!”

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Fifth of November

Monday, November 5th, 2007

Fifth of November Last night I talked to someone
and just really tore myself apart
I asked a whole lot of questions
and then broke my foolish heart

Gently he explained things to me
as if afraid I would soon melt
Though he never did mention it
I saw - he knew then, how I felt

Oh, if only he was a stranger
I would never have even dared
If only he was not a friend
he would not know I truly cared

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Author’s Comments:

***An attempt at poetry written/conceived almost 20 yrs. ago…