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Details | Narrative |

Alone in a Hospital Room - An Alzheimer’s Song

Don’t you remember, love, how we danced that first night;
beneath the sun’s rays, toes dipping in the cooling sand, 
to the tune of our favorite song –
with me humming the best I could – 
(I sounded terrible, but you told me I sounded divine, remember?)
while falling all over myself, and your delicate feet; 
and you, trying so hard not to laugh as I made such a fool of myself!
Did you ever think we would go 
from being love-sick teenagers dancing on the beach, 
to a couple of old-timers reminiscing 
about our best years – our long ago days together? 

Honey? 
Sweetheart, please…
If there is any part of that teenage girl 
left within that beautiful head of yours…please; 
please, just look in my eyes as you once did…
look at me, sweetheart…
Don’t you remember? 

My love, do you hear? 
They’re playing our favorite song…



*Inspired by Izzy Gumbo's Solfege Contest
I really hope I did this right! :)


Details | Rhyme |

A Tribute to Golda

A Tribute to Golda

It was a clear and bright sun shining morning in May.
As I came out my front door into the breezeway,
I saw coming toward me an enormous gray dog with eyes of pure gold,
The most exquisitely beautiful canine one could ever behold,
With a calm gentle presence and peaceful demeanor;
The look in his brilliant gold eyes assured I had nothing to fear.

It was love at first sight and I hoped he would stay.
Never mind the impediments; I’d find a way.
My toddler son climbed on him like they’d grown up together,
As I seriously pondered the prospect of whether…
Absolutely not, said my husband, a cat man, 
And nixed the idea before it began.

Weeks later, a litter box and cat food mysteriously appeared
On the sidewalk, out of nowhere; we thought it quite weird.
With the next morning’s sunrise, we figured it out.
The same coat of gray and gold eyes left no doubt;
The same being who before as a dog had been spurned,
In a more acceptable form and presence had now returned.

Bounding out of the bushes with a commanding meow,
A little gray, gold-eyed kitten my husband had to allow.
In her life as a cat and formerly a dog,
She was my brave and wise Golda who would go on to log
More than one rescue of our subsequent pets.
In defending attack, this courageous gray, gold-eyed feline was as fierce as it gets.


Note: Golda saved the life of my Chow-Chow puppy when she was attacked by a big dog that
came at her from across the street. Golda came out of nowhere with claws out, sending the
dog scurrying with his tail between his legs. Another time she rescued our little Siamese
youngster, Meowli, from the neighbors' dogs by jumping on their head while Meowli ran for
cover. Golda stayed with me for 12 years, longer than the husband cited in the poem, and
then when her time and her work was done, she just disappeared pretty much as she had
appeared. She was a beautiful, long haired all gray Persian with brilliant gold eyes. When not
rescuing other animals, she had the same calm, gentle and peaceful demeanor as the dog who
showed up that morning and left when he knew he was not welcome to stay.

7th place winner in ~Somewhere A Pet Is Waiting Contest~ sponsored by ~A Rambling Poet~


Details | Narrative |

How I Snagged Joe (and the rest is history)

Hot August, 1974, I was back for my second year at college,
having just settled into a new place at Anita Apartments,
right next to the guys’ apartment complex called Tanner’s.
My first night, we answered a knock at our door.
Steve Dietrich, a friend of my roommate, entered our apartment,
but my eyes went immediately to the younger man with him.
That would be his brother Joel, there for his first year at BYU.
My first thought was this: How shy he is, so reserved. . . but so adorable.
He was tall and thin and cute as the dickens.
They stayed for just a while, and by the time they left,
I’d formulated my big plan:
 to get to know this boy Joel (who everyone just called Joe).

There was to be a parking lot dance that weekend,
and so I waited expectantly, hoping all week 
 to catch a glimpse of this boy I’d found so attractive,
but no matter how often I strolled past his apartment,
my opportunity for a “chance encounter” never occurred.

The night of the dance arrived and I was right there,
all decked out in my colorful tight top with bellbottoms,
long luscious lashes curled and pink frost lipstick applied.
When I caught sight of Joel, he was slow dancing with some girl.
A blonde with glasses, she was rather plain and smaller than me.
I was not pleased to see her with Joe, and I thought to myself:
Hmmmm, who does she think she is? I saw him first, 
and he is NOT going to stay with her tonight.

As they danced, I fixed my eyes on him, 
my beautiful, long-lashed, sultry green eyes.
He looked up and saw me then. I must have taken him by surprise
because I did not lower my gaze. 
I wanted him to know that he was going to be mine,
so I willed him with my gaze to break away from that blonde
and come to me.
And so he did. .  the rest is history.

Beside me at this moment, lying on our bed, watching TV,
is the man who today bears little resemblance to that 
very young man I met 35 years ago.
I turn to him and ask, “Do you remember the VERY first time you saw me?”
He replies, “I don’t know; a parking lot dance?”
Well, at least he came close. . .

For Frank Herrera's Contest: Love Story


Details | Quatrain |

As Far As I Can

Sore to the bone
Running on a drop of energy
Just gotta push through
I'll rest eventually

My shoulder has gone numb
But my body feels her weight
As if she's gotten heavy
Since her unconscious state

If I could, I'd stop right now
But who knows how safe it is here
And if I could even start again
I may fall asleep I fear

Soon my body will give up
But I'll make it as far as I can
And hopefully haven isn't too far
And I can put her in helping hands

Walking all day and night
It's hard not to think on past
And any thought I come up with
Has me struggling to hold sobs back

I've kept my ears open
Trying to focus on only sounds
But all I keep on hearing
Is my shoes crunch on foreign grounds

Bang. I hear it softly.
So far but still so near.
Bang. Another gunshot sounds
And I've collapsed in fear.

I close my eyes but another goes off
This time in a memory
And now I'm filled with rage
At how repulsive humans can be

My thoughts turn to my baby
Slipping off of my shoulder
I set her down and examine her
Bloodstained gown and skin colder

My worst nightmare but it can't be true
I listen in for her sweet breath
No. No No. No No. No No.
What's this silence? This isn't death.

This time I don't close my eyes
I see a sight that makes me sob
Memory of the last I saw my wife
And now my baby's with her mom.

Each one of us left covered in crimson
By a monster, a gunshot, a blow
Their death is the death of me.
This is as far as I can go.


May 2010
Inspired by Morris Gleitzman's novel "Once," a historical fiction about a boy in Poland
during the Holocaust.


Details | Rhyme |

A Love Poem

In the beginning, before time began,
before God envisioned the concept of man,
as God was pondering His incredible plan,
we stood together, hand in hand.

Before there were stars, or planets, or moons,
in silence and darkness all drifted, immune,
before God had cast the very first rune,
we stood together, completely in tune.

And when it's all over, once God is done,
when there's no moons or planets or suns,
like the beginning, before time had begun,
we'll stand together, together as one.



©2010 DanielleWhite


Details | Verse |

I Can See

I seen a man
I seen a man
Bearing the weight of his yore problems in life
No tears wept, he left the emotions to his wife
I seen a man
Daring to proceed in front of crowds and be his own person 
Discovering the independence of his character in confusion
I seen a man
Touch not, he could not feel
Speak not, his mouth was sealed
Hear not, no one can listen to his mind
Taste not, the insipid peels of lime
I seen a man
In his wild days, love, would be thrown out there
Following an untraced path, set in air
Hate would bubble within
But it would not erupt, only applause... Fading
His story would confuse the young, puzzle the old
This is just the introduction untold
I seen a man
Imaged in black and white
I seen a man
But I am blind
I seen a man
I seen a man



Rebecca C*


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) |

PROMISING YOUNG MAN

PROMISING YOUNG MAN 

  

Hear the travails of a single mother 

Traded her heaven for love 

But hopes and dreams short-lived and ran 

Now she cries aloud to every woman 

Be ware of a promising young man 

  

He promised to move me mountains 

He vowed to spring forth like fountains 

At my faintest whisper when in need 

And called on cupid to strike him stupid 

If he is short of a word or letter in his creed 

  

He stands and mopes as though lost in lust 

 It is vanity to yearn and lust over dust 

He calls my left keg wonderful 

And the right he christened as powerful 

Both together he called beautiful 

  

He said the sun rises in my glittering eyes 

That heaven is hid between my very thighs 

And will persevere till he finally makes it to heaven 

He spoke sweet sounding sermons as time ticked eleven 

Words like fetters, held hostage a lass due home for seven 

  

He said my presence did make him shiver 

And for my absence, he’ll cry me a river 

If only I would be his all in one miss 

He’ll treat me to a night of ceaseless kiss 

And our ever after will be made of an endless bliss 

  

Little did I know that the name I bore was a loan 

Soon I’ll be striped of the same and left to moan alone 

From my heaven he’s got saints numbering up to seven 

Deserted in this lonely cold night as time ticked eleven 

He’s abandoned me and all the saints in search for a new heaven 


Details | I do not know? |

Today Is Terrible----

The cracked spine of
the book I dropped
at the call.
A chip in my
windshield left by a
pompous *?#@! in a
red sports car as I
drive to the
service.
Rain expectorating
from an ashen sky as
the dirt is turned.
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
crack in grandma’s
spine from her fall
down the stairs.
The chip in her
amazingly smart mind
after eighteen years
as a teacher.
Tears running,
dripping from my
Mothers ashen face
as she cries “My
mama’s dead.”
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
cracked family
emotions left raw
and empty.
The chip in Grandpas
numb mind at the
gathering… “Where is
Irene she should be
here?”
Faces gone ashen
with dread, do we
leave him numb or
remind him that his
wife is dead?
Today is terrible.
Though this is less
terrible than the
empty silences,
missing the jokes
Grandma used to
crack.
Grandma’s laugh and
her endless smile
which always exposed
that tooth with the
chip in it.
Without her the
world has become
empty, bleak, and
ashen.
Today is terrible.

                   
                   
                   
          Summer
Gratias


Details | Lyric |

So

So
WLM
Wilncrazy555
May 10, 2011

I love you so 
And in this lifetime you will never know
The love in my heart 
Has been there from the start
The first time on metrodate
The site of our union
We always had our ups and downs
But we weathered through the obstacles
To where we are today
And each day from here forward
Until the precious Lord takes me away
To the place of glory and contentment
But even in Heaven I will be
Watching over you and guiding you
To find the perfect image of me
To carry on the traditions of glorious marriage
Which you will not be deprived of 
While you are still young and beautiful
Which will never change?
For you beauty is endless to mine eyes
For the time being while I am still with you
I will always love, honor, and cherish
Beyond imagination and comprehension
You are my queen and the mother of my children 
Who will grow into the years? 
From youth to adulthood
Knowing they have always been loved
To the fullest extent imaginable
From this day forward
I pray these things in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost
Amen

Chorus
Our father is always there
He knows in our hearts what we need
He guides us in our daily lives
Our father he will always be


Details | Free verse |

December

She didn't remember who I was
But it didn't really matter
Her eyes would light up like sunshine
Each time I entered the room.

She'd say, "Oh! Please, sit a spell",... and I would pull up a chair...
I handed her the bag.  She peeked inside.
Her smile was like a happy child.
A cookie....she could always find delight in a cookie.
You would have thought it was a pot of gold.

As we chatted, she told me her birthday was coming.
"December 19th!", she would remind me..
Forgetting that she'd told me many times before.
Although it was only summer...I said "We'll have to celebrate!"
And she said...."Oh yes..let's have a party!"
Everyone knew that this lady loved a party.

"I must be going!", she suddenly said 
Said again, with a worried brow...just as she fretted the day before..  
"The girls will be home from school!"
She looked around for her purse.
"I have three girls, you know,.....they will be coming home from school."
She repeated once more...."I have three daughters, you know."

I told her the girls will be fine...and that I'd like to visit a little longer.
That seemed to calm her.  "Have you seen my ring?"..
She held her gnarled and withered hand high for me to see.
A flash of glitter graced her finger, sparkling just like the stars in the sky.
"My husband gave it to me, ...a Valentine surprise!" she said.  "He was a rascal, you know!"
"Oh,...it's beautiful, Irene"...I responded. 
"Did you know", she smiled again...."My husband gave this to me as a Valentine surprise!"...

Finally,  it was time for me to leave, and I started to say goodbye.
"Oh...would you mind taking me with you?"...."The girls will be coming home from school!"
I told her I would check on her girls...not to worry.
And then I told her I would be back again tomorrow..

"I have a birthday coming", she said....December l9th!!"
Once more...I said..."Yes...we will have a party"....
"Did you see my ring?"..."My husband gave it to me on Valentines, it was a surprise!"

And I said..."It's lovely Irene....as lovely as the stars in the sky"
As lovely as Irene....
Goodnight Irene goodnight....the stars will shine brighter tonight,...
Goodnight Irene, goodnight....


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Submitted for Dane Ann's contest "What Kindness Means to You"


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