I'm young and your old ...
Isn't that what you've told ...
It's not the age that I care about ...
But I want someone to hear my heart when it shouts ...
I've felt pain for so many years ...
Until love became my biggest fears ....
I don't want to hurt you and I don't want to get hurt again ....
So please allowed me to be your friend, don't walk away and leave pain ....
I'm not ready to love and neither love is ready for me ....
So please don't walk away , just let things to be what it wants to be ....
Copyright © Dalia Shahein | Year Posted 2015
Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook
God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.
Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.
Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.
Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.
Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013
Thank you – Zamreen Zarook
Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.
Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.
People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.
Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.
Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013
It’s a mother-in-law’s right, her prerogative
To ‘drop in’ on her son almost any time,
But a mother-in-law should always be prepared
For almost anything she may find.
So, Mother Cready dropped in unannounced;
But as she approached her son’s front door,
Suddenly it opened. “Ta Da! Do you like my happy dress?”
His young wife stood there in her ‘all in all’…nothing more.
“Oh, my word!” Mother Cready exclaimed with surprise.
“Why are you naked? Are you insane?”
Just as surprised, the young wife pulled her inside.
“Please, Mother Cready…if you’ll just let me explain.
You see, when Mac has had a rough day,
When he’s been under a lot of stress,
Sometimes I meet him at the door
With a smile and a kiss in my happy dress.
It always relaxes him and makes him happy,
Then he makes me very happy too.
It works for Mac and me, Mother Cready;
Maybe it would work for you.”
“We’re too old for such.” scoffed Mother Cready.
“Perhaps if we were young like the two of you.”
But, on her way home, she decided
She was definitely going to try it too.
So, she bathed and put on some nice perfume,
Fixed her make-up and her hair.
She was thinking some very sexy thoughts,
But she had to hurry…no time to spare.
She heard her husband’s car in the driveway;
And as he approached their front door,
She threw it open. “Ta Da! Do you like my happy dress?"
She stood there in her ‘all in all’…nothing more.
She saw a little grimace cross his face,
But that was not the worst.
Then he said, “I appreciate your happy dress, my dear;
But maybe you should have ironed it first.”
ALTERNATE LAST VERSE
“Well…your ‘happy dress’ could use some ironing;
But my birthday suit could use some starch.”
He kissed her. “Bet you and I can work it out.”;
And off to bed they marched.
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
written 10th Aug 2013
I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"
She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"
Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013
A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.
One after another they arrive
Steeping my eyes in the world
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.
My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?
Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013
He is my fortress and my strength
His love he has proven at length
In times of sickness and in times of health
He has remained open not stealth.
In youth we loved passionately
With children we loved affectionately
In middle age we loved calmly
With age we love patiently.
Many decades we leave behind us
Yet a few decades remain ahead of us
We are free to say what is on our mind
Knowing we’ve survived the test of time.
When money we had little of
When children were ill
When we were hurt by family or friends –
When one was ill, the other thrived
we held on
so neither was ever left behind.
This is the legacy we leave
Not of a love that is divine
But of a love that has ridden the roller coaster ride
Copyright © Natala Orobello | Year Posted 2013
Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on gargoils designed
of eightenth century Gothic architecture
singing their death songs,
when the sun is setting in the far.
The voices of women passing
startle me with a feeling of sorrow
I can't breathe, I am dying.
Feel me, can you feel me rot away?
Slowly but surely rot away
as time passes with ease,
and taxi cabs take smiling, intoxicated faces
to wayward cafes, oh how they screech to a halting stop
and wave to me to get in.
"No thank you, I'd rather walk." I say to the smiling faces
highly intoxicated with the thought of the birds and the bees
rattling around in their empty minds.
Then they drive off, into the city lights and turn a darkened corner.
I look at the rushing water
and feel myself rot away
slowly but surely rot away.
Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Feel my heart thump with slow paces
that manage to keep up with fast melodies.
Of songs that play in your mind
only the ones that make you sigh
and think those one days in Spring time
as you walked over the draw bridge
and paid no mind to the water underneth.
I hear no more talk of you and me, I hear no more talk
of the good old times we all shared.
Time has passed, as I take my last breathe
and hold my chest and shead a tear.
Feel me, can you?
If you can, put your hand to my weak heart
and feel it thump away with every second wasted
on useless items.
Now, see me a man of one time greatness
reflect his life with a reflection in the water below.
How I sigh and cry and breath heavely,
as I feel myself rot away.
The voices of woman pass me by.
Tomorrow is a new day,
for the smiling faces in taxi cabs will go home
and soak their raging hangovers with cool, wet rags.
As I still stand on the draw bridge singing with the crows,
feeling myself rot away.
Can you feel me without you, rotting away?
I surely can feel myself rot.
Such a heavy word, "rot"
So vulgare, yet a great description of me,
I pull out a shawl you once wore and I kiss it.
As the wind gusts and the sun rises and my shadow
comes to meet me, the wind shall take my last memory
of you away.
And I shall weep no more.
Then what will I do? Shall I walk the streets
and think of you.
Yes you, still rambling all throughout my head
like a lose screw.
Can you feel me? Feel me rot away
feel me think about you, and all your works.
Can you feel me?
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
A very rich old man, still handsome in his way,
Was in New York’s most exclusive jewelry store,
Paying over nine thousand dollars for a gem-encrusted necklace.
‘Thank you so much, Mr. Didwell. Will there be anything more?”
Beside the old man was an ethereal young beauty,
A body made for sin and a most angelic face.
Her sweet giggle was a lilting song of innocence.
Only such a necklace could match her natural grace.
“Oh Pookie, you’re just too, too sweet.”
She kissed his cheek. “You’re just so good to me.”
Then she purred, “And I want to be good to you.
Just you wait ‘til we get home…you’ll see.”
The old man winked at the salesman,
Knowing that he knew the “score.”
“Oh Sweet Thing, you’re already good to this old man.
You’re worth all I give and so much more.”
She danced on air as they left the store.
They crawled into his limo, and as it pulled away,
The old man turned to his young beauty and said,
“Sweet Thing, there’s something I must ask today.
If I lost everything, if I wasn’t rich any more,
Would you still love me as I love you?”
“Oh Pookie, you know I would;
And I would miss you too.”
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
The answer used to come with great ease
My answer wasn’t an answer at all, but a complimentary question,
“What’s it like to not be a twin?”
I bypassed the story of the grape jelly on mom’s new carpet when we were toddlers,
The 8 years of elementary school and junior high where we shared a classroom,
In 8 years I never had to write down an assignment, she was the conscientious one,
I played the violin, she played the piano, when my brother came home from the seminary UNSUPPORTED CODE WE UNSUPPORTED CODE gave him a concert
We weren’t identical, she was the cautious one, I was the adventurer
She took a job in high school, and when time came to retire, she was still working for that company,
On the other hand I changed employers every few years, “the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence”.
She never lived more than about 5 miles from our childhood home, yet in her travels to Europe she probably logged more passenger miles than I did including two tours of duty in Thailand and four on Guam.
Now I am alone, my coconspirator has passed on,
I’ll have to take blame for the jelly on the carpet, take down my own assignments, and do everything the same way that single birth people have always done.
What’s it like to be a twin?
It’s like no experience you have ever had, you’re always connected, you grow up with a built in playmate, you have someone that always takes a special interest in your wellbeing.
I realize all this now because she’s gone, now I see what it’s like to be a single birth and frankly, it’s a much bleaker existence than being a twin, to be more direct, being a single sucks, I want my twin back.
Copyright © Jim Martin | Year Posted 2015
Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust?
As our courts remove God from this great nation.
We are left with a confused and lost generation!
As God is taken away from our public schools.
A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.”
The Bible is often mocked and discarded.
It was on it’s principles this country was started!
Just about anything of God seems to get scorned.
So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms.
As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out.
We tend to forget what HE is all about!
Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused.
No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused!
As people forget God and worship the fallen creature.
They look to themselves and “glorify” their features.
Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions.
And with this, come disease,
heartache and afflictions!
As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.”
It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking!
If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer!
He loves all of us! And he really does care!
Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in?
Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend?
He brings strength and nourishment to the soul!
It’s only in him that we can be made whole!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
I have an addiction...
It dont matter what time of day it is my addiction is there...
Not always in the literall since...
But it is always on my mind...
I lay my head down to sleep at night thinking about you...
I sleep dreaming about you...
I wake up thinking about you...
Your always on my mind...
No matter what I do my addiction is always on my mind...
Even if your not the last one I talk to before I lay my head down to sleep...
I still lay my head down thinking of you...
I just cant get enought of you...
No matter what my addiction is there...
My addiction has a name...
Her name is Shelby Nestle...
No matter how much we text or talk on the phone...
Its never enough...
I cant get enough of your beautiful eyes...
I cant get enough of that beautiful smile...
I cant get enough of kissing your soft lips...
That feeling I get inside when our lips touch...
Or holding you in my arms...
This is a new addiction to me...
Never have I been this addicted this quick...
It scares the shyt outta me...
But then I love it...
You are my new addiction baby...
You are my...
You are my own personal drug...
I cant imagine and addiction stronger...
You are my addiction...
I wouldnt even think about trying to break this addiction...
I wouldnt go to rehab for this addiction...
I like it to much...
YOU ARE PERFECT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE
Copyright © jaremy mount Jr | Year Posted 2013
Modern day Empire
The same as old,
Man doesn't really have time
Just Inventions and different clothes.
Still craving our nature the two split purpose,
Consumption and reproduction
All else is conjuring vanity,
An evolving Microchip of lost perception, a tinted clarity.
Yet we entrapped ourselves into a diamond cast,
Being compounded by every grasp that meets ear, eye and touch.
Never forget the truth bearing lust,
that feeling of inner-ness that splinter-hair precision awareness
And ask the question you've subconsciously locked away
Why are you being and what are the aims?
And then at that moment your shell will fall apart
so remind yourself of the real truth the binds mind and heart,
and roam among your ancestors in the lyceum of endless fascination
in one's mighty reflection and complacence.
Copyright © Paul K K | Year Posted 2013
It used to be lust
but the passing years have forged
a mellow friendship
Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2015
I am not made a full blown beauty..
Nor I live a life of purity; charity & piety..
All I like to do is to live with identity..
Not of being a witty but a life of humility..
I tried to be a more social person..
Cracking out the shell I have put up..
Breaking from my own weakness..
Doing best in my found strengths..
I have craved to reach out to people..
Widening my horizon, increasing my knowledge and awareness..
Learning to acknowledge fellow human beings..
Regardless of who they are and where they from..
They said: "I must not do this as it is dangerous.."
but I stand to what I know: "Inside all human beings is the reflection of God.."
I give due and equal chance..
As my God have freely given me opportunities too..
We people are living in same earth..
Different are we because of status, faith or race..
Let not this be the reason for us to be divided..
Rather we must come in unison conquering divisions..
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2013
It use to be me
who lit up your eyes
It use to be me
Who told you goodnight
It use to be me
Who asked you to stay
And lay here beside me
Till I drift away
But now there's another
Whose heart that you need
Who only needs grandma
To comfort his weeps
It use to be me
Now, a son that's too old
To walk with your hand
When I feel all alone
It use to be me
Who ran to your arms
Now another has comfort
Safe from all harm
From a son I am grateful
What you've given my child
But it use to be me
Who brought you a smile
So I hope he remembers
What these memories mean
That it use to be me
But time never sleeps
Kevin D. Fix
Copyright © Kevin Fix | Year Posted 2013
Our Love is sure, as sure can be sure.
Our love is pure, as pure can be pure.
Our love matures as we mature.
Our love endures as we endure.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014
People these days don't know a relationship from relation lust
In this lifetime getting in a relationship takes bold guts
Heart is wounded by the emotional cuts
No ifs, ands, or buts
For her I laid it all on the line, only to get stabbed in the back
Gave her my all, but she looks past that
But looks directly at what I can't do
Instead of what I CAN do
She said I don't do anything for her
She's so rude
I ask why don't she leave then
Now she has an attitude
Using my intuition is what built me
You mad at me sweetheart, you're looking guilty
Find another guy to suck up to you because I'm not the one
North Pole hearted is what I've become
An employed/college student isn't good enough.
Get with a dropout/drug dealer and see the definition of rough
I've walked and took buses for you
More times than a few
Excuse me if I don't have that much time on my hands
Therefore on the other side of my heart is where you stand
If you wanna leave then leave
It's only leverage that you didn't believe
You have the ignorant capacity and audacity to compare me to your exes
You laugh at me because I'm car less and he has a Lexus
I'm still making money
Might be a little slow
But even a frozen river still flow
My life is more realistic
To the end
So even without a car I'm still the best boyfriend
Met your fam, gave you advice
You question what I do for you
That's not nice
I guess my devotion isn't the potion
This relationship vehicle will never get in motion
I'm so confident from head to toe
Skin to bone
So love me or leave me alone
Yea you heard me, love me or get lost. Where I'm headed on the road doesn't require
paying a toll at your heart. I told you from the jump, since I'm busy so much you must trust
me when I'm away from you. But being immature like you are, other people can easily get
in your ear. They don't know me or what I do. But it's ok, I will gladly grant you my wishes
on whoever you get with after me. I know I'm a good gentlethug. Women twice my age tell
me that all the time. I can't get a girl my age to see that though. My dad always said I'm
smart beyond my years. I didn't know that many years ahead though lol. I feel like I lost
weight lately for some reason. When or if you get it together you know my number. If I must
get in your head through these poems, I'm sure you already know I can write all day.
Copyright © Richard-Jamaal Keen | Year Posted 2010
Am I Really Happy?
With everything I’ve acquired and got...
What kind of happiness has it brought?
With everything I have or can name...
Has it given me joy or brought me shame?
With all that this world can give me…
What kind of life “lies beneath me?”
With all of my possessions and wealth…
Do I have contentment and “true” wealth?
I want it to be known and wish to express…
I’m not so sure, I’m what you would call “blessed.”
There’s something I know to be certain.
Tomorrow could be life’s “final curtain.”
There’s something that’s been on my mind.
Have I given God just some of “my” time?
There’s one thing I’m going to do… And do it now!
I’m going to come to the Lord and humbly bow.
This is something I need to say and do...
Give it all to God! And tell him;
“I LOVE YOU!”
Something that I should have done already...
When Christ comes again… I want to be ready!
God’s joy and happiness is true and very real!
The presence of God.., I can already feel!
What God has given to me, no one can take away!
For he comforts me and is with me every day!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
Why not value our aged
And always let them know
Their brilliance radiate
A special loving glow
They only ask a visit
If just for a little while
They'll shower us with kisses
With love on every smile
They want to be made special
Even if it's a lie
With promise to come back real soon
As we leave their side
What we take for granted
Never lasts for long
We think tomorrow that they'll be here
But one day they'll be one!
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015
Age ain’ t nothing but a number
Who are you to say someone’s a rapist ?
Why in the hell ages matter to you ?
Can younger and older be in love ?
Can parents understand how their baby girl feels ?
The law the system the heartless destroyer is strict and wrong to judge and destroy a person’s human quality emotions based on their age level.
Aaliyah has a good point
Aaliyah was right
But the world didn’t listen to her.
Age ain’t nothing but a number.
Love has no ages on it to be stop.
You can’t stop love.
You can’t collapse it.
Love is forever.
You don’t need parent’s approval.
You don’t need the law’s approval.
All you have is your love your romance and your decision to make.
Calling somebody a rapist is wrong unless it’s evidence.
Don’t judge lovers.
Don’t judge their loving behavior.
Don’t judge their age.
As long as they are happy and in love then age ain’t but a number.
Throwing it down the low ain’t nothing but a blessing and full of sensitivity with feelings.
We’re in a society where people think that an underage girl can’t be in love with an older guy and he gets in trouble and gets locked up over love.
Paul Walker did it.
R kelly did it.
Why shouldn’t the whole older guys in the society do it ?
Leave love alone.
Leave the age alone
Let them be in love.
Let them feel special and meaningful to each other.
The intimacy of moaning sex is a beautiful natural thing at peaceful day and peaceful night.
Love is a drug that attaches a person’s warming connection to someone so dearly special to his or her touching beloved heart even if the age is different it don’t matter.
Screw the law’s acceptance and bullshit.
Screw the parent’s approval.
Screw the media portraying races as rapist.
Screw the age
We in love
Leave us alone
I love her.
She loves me
My body’s calling upon her love.
Her body’s calling upon my love.
She’s my eternally death.
I’m her eternally death.
Age ain’t nothing but a number
Throwing it down on the low ain’t nothing but a love blessing of wishes and true deep feelings for one another.
Age ain’t nothing but a number when Romeo fell for Juliet.
Age ain’t nothing but a number when Paul Walker fell for Jasmine rip.
Age ain’t nothing but a number when Aaliyah fell for R.kelly rip.
Age ain’t nothing but a number when my Uncle Clarence dating and married Sharon rip.
And age ain’t nothing but a number when people just love being haters and lastly judgmental.
Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016
She dreams of a throne
where she is not alone
Dreams of stars
That aren't to far
Wishes for peace
where pain is least
Hopes for grace
where she can see his face
And still know her fame
Copyright © Tobi Osunkoya | Year Posted 2013
As I pick up where I left off from the Intro
I bring you the Outlook as I peer through relationships like a window
The chance of seeing real love is narrow
It seems Cupid doesn't know where to aim his arrow
Cupid my Cupid
How could you be so stupid
The way girls treat boys
The way boys treat girls
Got them going nuts
Teens and adolescence in love?
You must be nuts
Ages 13-19 is filled with lust
Their conscience still underveloped
They don't know who to trust
That age group can slide
Because at some point they have a hunch about what they want inside
That's the flagship age to get married
Couple says vows
Bride gets carried
These days it seems no one wants to be single
Once you pop you can't stop
Sex is like Pringles
I guess it's ok
As long as its safe
If you're in love with your partner don't let the feelings be fake
Children wait until you're older to get under those covers
And if your hormones rage out of control shake hands with a rubber (condom)
Most teen girls hate the feeling of latex
Then goo goo ga ga
The babies are born next
I'm just calling it how I see
Relationship game is dirty so I'll be the referee
All of a sudden the world is in love
My God it's sickening
As i write this my pulse is quickening
Now now some couples really do love
Til Death Do They Part
To the world above
I just think the word "love" is greatly misused
The Constitution of Love
So often abused
Our society thinks it's amusing
Fifteen year old in love?
Doesn't it sound confusing
Maybe it don't to you
But it does to me
They are wasting emotions
It's a shame
Love is no game
It's more like a lion
Waiting to be tame
From what I observed couples aren't the same
Whether the pair is nameless
Or enshrouded with fame
Real love is too far up
Way above our aim
I'm in my right mind
I'm definetly sane
That's why everyone is hurting
Because love is pain
I'm still researching
My mind is my reference book
Ch. 2 of the Relationship Epidemic
Ch. 3 (Females) Coming Soon...
Copyright © Richard-Jamaal Keen | Year Posted 2009
I do not know?
What is Sex ?
Sex is something that we all need.
Sex is a drug of love and caring.
Sex is a thing that pleasures our body and gets us in the motivation that takes us into somewhere that we haven’t did or seen before.
The moaning and the sounds is a sign of feeling good and fulfilled with excitement.
It’s a strong desire that makes us feel like we are loving and soft sensitive hearted.
Sex can change us I get that but it is also a sign of love making.
If a woman asks you do you love her when you start to make love then your answer should be I do in all my heart and I promise that I will be gentle and tender if you tell me too.
Sex can be a dis pleasant when you don’t give a damn and don’t love that person.
But it takes a real person to know that never take love and sex for granted but to cherish it and joy it.
Sex is a great thing.
Sex is love if you don’t take it for granted.
Sex is peace
Sex is intimacy
Sex is motivation.
And Sex is a sign of feeling great and having a future in the next life that awaits you.
Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016
As the threads were sorted,
The sun shone,
I was blessed by warmth
love in your eyes,
Benches line our path,
Rest a bit,
Enjoy the quiet,
peace be with us
The river runs,
Flow and float,
rays of love,
All are blessings,
For what was,
what will be
Serenity is infinite in these moments
do you feel it?
woven into Our lives,
one to another
Patterns develop with love
We are older images are clearer
it is us,
shades of light and dark
We hear the strings as they hum,
warp and weft
A tapestry continually growing with color
Copyright © raskin bobbins | Year Posted 2013
I watch her sleeping a helpless rose without me
Like a man watching her sleeping wife
Her life looking innocent and scary
I then change diapers
She hates diapers
But she cries when you don't remove them
And mourns as you remove them
Just like her mother
Then we play games together
I act her age to win her love
I prepare meals and feed her
Like my bride on the wedding day
With these forty years i am making soon
Her twenty years makes me that
Her baby sitter
Copyright © Rodgers Roger Muhereza | Year Posted 2013
I look at her and I can see
a woman approaching slowly
the land of old age, her
night-black hair invaded by
lonely grey strands, stragglers
of an approaching army, a
relentless force built over
sixty years, stealing bits of
her beauty, loosening her
skin, lightening her bones.
I now can easily see the old woman
she will become, and while I miss her
light-stepping, insouciant youth
which pulled both heart and body,
at last I can hear love's secret sound
as she draws my soul ever closer.
Copyright © len carber | Year Posted 2015
We erected sandcastles on the seashore.
I designed them and you painstakingly formed them
into edifices, complete with turrets, flags, and moats.
We even won the contest for the most authentic.
Now the only castles we build are in our imaginations.
You don’t even recognize your queen anymore, and I
am sad at the ravages that Alzheimers has afflicted my king.
Oh, to be young again, sit at sunset and watch the tide
sweep away our castles, slowly and gently.
Perhaps we can sit on the balcony tonight and hold hands.
This may be the day you once more call me queen.
Copyright © Iris Deurmyer | Year Posted 2013
In rain and sun, entrapped by death, we cuss,
Through pain we run for love in times of hope—
The world we dance within makes dust of us,
With all the light, when silver clouds elope.
I've trained for this a million lives before,
And every cast I've worn was blessed in stars—
I may or may not have a million more,
But I know I'll be proudly dressed in scars.
So you can hang with all the doubt you twist,
And tangle up the grit you choose to lack,
While I maintain that time does not exist;
Your days will all cave in when you look back.
And yet I understand your need to stray—
It's hard to live a hundred years a day.
Copyright © Lxnnnie Rutledzh | Year Posted 2016
If I had one last hour with you
would I be able and willing to speak?
What could we say or sing again?
Or perhaps something hidden from view until now,
our final hour,
otherwise left unsaid.
Would words get in our way?
We might compose a final anthem,
dispelling my decomposition story.
Could you put me down
like a cherished family dog?
On my side
my head on your shoulder
listening to us breathe our goodbye,
drifting into a more timeless embrace.
What final words might I wish to hear
or might words feel too distracting
for this sacred task,
to fill one final hour,
squeeze out all unfinished agendas
before this final curtain.
I fear I would have no more clue
of what to say and do
my last hour
than I did not my first.
A final wail
to bookend my first noisy gasp for breath.
It seems less surprising now
that I so often feel a loss of words
when relationships become compressed by time,
or even imagined as our time's last hurrah.
Why would this last hour differ
from first and all self constraining hours between?
Final words and lives despise predestined mortality,
knowing Trees of Life predict Death Root Systems,
sitting and standing
and even lying down
bowing in to end
what we wondrously begin again.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016