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Details | Free verse | |

o', just for once, to receive what i give-

if he were to write me a love poem, would it breathe 
like the quintessence of begin? would it live 
as the moon to the sea – as precise as the art
of expanse along kismets journey, and all horizons linear? 
would it wind-wash and rush my untouched
expanse, as a field soft and wild, exhaling through hair?
would you hear all of my hurt as it crashes to floors; crashing
through my glass floors, formed by years of perfected neglect; 
(reverberating through centuries of cause and effect)

or would it die in my hands;
turn to dust
at your
feet?

no. 

to read his undying words, such as my deepest imaginings 
can conjure, would be as if the very sun had come to rest beneath 
my bosom, shining exponentially forth every wish and dream i have 
ever harbored within the safe haven of my yearnings, since long 
before the birth of time itself!

o’, words given from the depths of my hearts deliberate daydreams, 
from the vastness of your perpetual being,
would surely render my mind useless, striking my fluttering 
body numb, and alive all at once!
if my love ever wrote me a love poem, i would answer 
by way of warm lips on eyelids, (weary from longing 
and unrequited need) gliding them 
down his fair face, kissing years of spent tears into the oblivion that is       
no more (the culmination of death and the sweet realization 
of answered prayers), and yet

i would no sooner ask him to write me a love poem, then I would 
expose my longing to receive one.


Details | Free verse | |

My Beloved

Hey Mr. Editor,
It's not very often we hear true stories of enduring Love that grows with time. I can 
hear the cynic groan as I write this, but it's a good human interest story and I 
thought a good one for the coming of spring, a time of new birth and new beginings. 
There is a couple who met while in school, years ago.  After graduation they both 
were seperated by thousands of miles; both got married to different people 
sometime later and raised their young families.  All this time their love remained 
silent, waiting, yet strong.  Today, their children are adults and about to venture on 
their own lives. Reconnected once more, perhaps by fate, they have planned to wed 
very soon.  I was asked by the Bride-to-be, a dear friend, to write a poem on her 
behalf which she would read to her Groom at their Wedding Ceremony. I was truly 
honored and graciously obliged. It's titled,"My Beloved.  Thank you for your 
consideration of my request.

My Beloved, Today, I can not say that dreams do not sprout wings! Nor will I ever accuse time of being an adversary Not when I know that within its grasp lies our past, present and future Today, my heart is full and overflowing with abundant joy! Gazing into your beautiful soul, I glimpse love’s sparkling reflection Streaming like a river, endless, into vast ocean tides And I stand in awe of God’s everlasting love and providence The sweetest portion of which we have come to taste! For so long I have waited! How I have yearned for this moment When I would pledge life and love to you; become one flesh, one heart! One heart that will bleed no more as nothing can stand between us I will lose myself in you and you in me forever! No longer will dreams haunt our lonely nights And I will not have to walk this side of Heaven without you When I consider the paths which we have traveled I marvel and smile, as now it is clear - they were leading us to, this day! In the silence of a thousand nights my prayers to heaven took flight And though seasons of yesterdays came only to fade away Time, it seemed, had shelved my fervent plea ‘Til sweet destiny obliged, leading me to the one who holds my heart My Beloved, my husband, my best friend, and companion, Our love has arrived; our single journey begins today!
03/05/11 Written for John Heck's "Hey, Mr. Editor" Contest *Very True Story!


Details | Rhyme | |

She loved her adverb more than me

My wife has left me for an adverb.
I don't know which one it is!
Is it slowly,quickly, nearly?
Life should not be like a quiz.

She told me that she "nearly" loved me,
When "dearly" was what I had hoped.
Life is full of lost illusions...
How do we 'reaved lovers cope

I think I should have kept it secret,
For now I sit and sadly grieve.
Do you think my wife is cruel?
What a strange excuse to leave!

Would she leave me for a pronoun?
Would she leave for a full stop?
Would I leave you for a quote mark?
Would I fall down in a black dot?

Come back,darling for I love you.
I have learned I must take care.
I will go for grammar lessons.
I am sure I can learn flair!

We can write a poem together,
You can choose the topic,dear.
I will hold my pen and write for
They say true love drives out fear.

Did I fear her? Did I love her?
Was she worthy of my heart?
Did she dislike my hairy nostrils?
Was that why we had to part?

Come back Mary,come back Mavis.
Come back Sunny, come back Sue
Without my wife I feel so lonely.
What is a left man to do?

Shall I vote for love or money?
Shall I throw my self away?
Shall I get a new agenda?
Will a new life start today?

Come back Miriam,come back Sarah!
Where have all the women gone?
Come back Rivka with your grammar.
I can feed you a cheese scone.

I work hard and I can cook.
I put fresh linen on the bed.
I can pay my bills in full.
But without my Love,my heart is dead


Details | Free verse | |

A Write to My Husband My Hero in Iraq

Entry for Mystic Rose’s Contest~A Write to Our Heroes~Written by Gwendolen 
Rix~8-28-14


To My dearest Sweetheart,

Hello dear. It’s me again. I haven’t slept well since you left for Iraq. I don’t think I’ll 
ever sleep well again til you are back home in my arms again. Dear, do you know 
what you did with the keys to the shed? I was trying to fix the kitchen sink and I 
needed the plumber’s wrench that you always kept at your side. I also wanted to 
know if our home owner’s insurance is current? Do you see how every little detail of 
my life you are in the middle of it? Even though these are small potatoes, when I 
think of them I think of you because you and I have always been the dynamic duo. 
Life partners forever!
 
Darling, I had a dream about you last night. It was the most vivid dream as though 
you were sleeping right next to me. We were on a golden beach in heaven and 
there were sea gulls all around us. These birds were singing songs of adoration to 
God Jehovah and we were singing along with them. Each sea gull was keeping 
perfect harmony and we were echoing their words. It was a most amazing dream. 

When you get back home we must go back to the place where we had our 
honeymoon and get a fresh start. I want our marriage to be the best gift ever and 
I want to start all over from the very beginning getting a “do over” so to speak. 
Every mistake we have ever made in our marriage I want to do it over the right 
way this time. What do you think about this, dear? Let us throw our past behind us 
and start all over like a new sunrise with a new hope. I forgive you for all the times 
you have walked out on me and the children. I also have learned to forgive myself 
for all the times I was unfaithful to our wedding vows. I have no problems speaking 
candidly from my heart because it is washed new from the blood of our Savior 
Jesus Christ. He has done a wonderful transformation in my life, and I want to 
share Him with you when you return home. Our family is now covered by the blood 
of Jesus from you while you are serving the United States Army on the battlefield 
there in Iraq to little Jimmy when he is playing here on the playground in San 
Antonio. Our entire family is covered beneath the Almighty Creator’s protection! I 
wanted to share that with you, dear. 

I love you so much! Not a single moment goes by that I don’t think of our fresh 
beginning. I hope you want it as much as I do.
Always your loving spouse. Yearning for you to come back home to me and our two 
beautiful sons.

Abigail (your rose)




Details | Free verse | |

Writer's Paranoia- 3

I wipe the sweat from my brow
waiting
   hoping
      praying.
I made my submission four weeks passed,
it took even longer to write my piece, 
3 months to be exact.
As I stare at the blank screen,
the paranoia sets in and I think to myself
The publishing company will know it was me,
they will know the acts created were of my own.
I did not mean to murder her, my wife.
It was her laziness that finally set me off.
I just asked her to iron my shirt, 
she couldn't even do that right.
At first I thought that the iron had slipped,
it was then that I realized, as the moments passed,
that my hand was wrapped around the iron,
gripped tight.
From then on, after this sudden realization,
I figured it wasn't so bad after all,
at least I had something to write about for my next piece.
So now I sit, here, staring at the blank screen
as the paranoia sets in.

-Caroline Youngless


Details | Rhyme | |

Children

Children

I can only write this from a male side             
  As a husband and father with pride.                                                     
After a man and a woman say the words I do
  You may be thinking of children to.
After your wife gets pregnant thinking of a girl or boy
  At the end of the term you will have a bundle of joy.
Children need love and care so does your wife
  Whatever the cost from your own life.
Take care of your wife, and your children also
  With a great deal of love and support they will grow.
A good way to write your future is in your name
  Treat them right and good and they will do the same.
Children are what we need
  Without children no reason to succeed.  
Lost money, dropped candy you can replace   
  How do you do wrong and look into your child’s face.  
Do good things treat your family well and be proud
  Your children will love you and see you glow in a crowd.
Children are beautiful and fragile and small
  With your help and love they will grow strong and tall.
You should protect the children from that first day
  Your children should be loved and should grow up okay.
If you’re a good father as good as you can be    
  Your children should be as proud of you as they can be.
Time can pass by so fast like in the blink of an eye
  Before you know it time will pass by.
Your children will carry you into the future
  Your children are your future.


Details | Free verse | |

To my husband with love

 You've given me about everything I've ever asked for
Thats why I want to tell you dear each day I love you more.

If I could turn back the hands of time theres one thing I would erase
and that would be all the worry lines I've put upon your sweet face.

You've been my friend through all these years
the only true one I've had.

You've been there by my side to comfort 
me when things were going bad.

And rho life's not been easy it never was meant to be
I wanted you to know sweetheart your everything to me.

I've almost lost you many times,but God has pulled us through
hes given us another chance to live our  life all new.

Theres just one thing in this whole world
I'd really love to do. and that one thing to me
sweetheart is to live my life with you.

your wife
with love
"Teeny"


( this was written to my grandpa... we never discovered this poem  until the day 
she passed away. It fell from a  photograph of her and my sister... ( the picture 
was tooken when my sister was little). We framed it and  had it placed in the 
living room.... January 2nd  2008 my house caught fire  and we practically lost 
everything  especially  this only  poem written to grandpa by his wife ( grandma). 
Lucky before the fire one year  in 2006  I had the chance to  write it down  and  
place among my   poems... When I  read this poem I  grew the   ability to write my 
own... like I have a  piece of my grandma in me. and I just want to tell her I miss 
her and  love her  "R.I.P. grandma Evans aka Teeny  9/11/1934- 9/8/1999")


Details | Light Poetry | |

The ex wife and husband

The ex wife and husband 


A man comes to me
Last Saturday early
He said some tells him
That you write poetry

I was surprise so I said
 I put a few words together
Bout green eyes and ice-cream
 Love and the weather

Said he want me to write
 Something mean but subdue
For his ex wife who cheat on him
And took all his wealth too

So I took out my book
Ready with pen in hand
And as he says it I will 
Write it down the best I can

You were my lover, my friend
Then you become my wife
But I did not know marrying you 
Would of screw up my life

We use to hug in bed
 And Fell asleep dreaming
Now when i see you in my dreams
I wake up screaming

Use to love to hear you talk 
When you give me advice
Now to silence your voice
I will pay any price

So I stop and said to him
Man this is very hash
He says just write it
Will give you five hundred cash

Kind, beautiful sexy
Intelligence smoking hot
These are just a few of the things
That you are not

Roses are red 
And violets are blue
My bank book is empty 
All because of you

Use to feel safe 
When in your embrace
Now I rather look at
 Mr. Bean’s funny face

You have a deceiving smile
Never seen it in your eyes
You were very good 
At covering up your  lies

You use to smell so nice
Fragrance so sweet 
Now I rather smell 
Al Bundy shoe from his feet


I hope that you understand
These words I am try to tell
The meaning of it is
Hope you go straight to hell

Now I put down my pen
Mister I can’t write this stuff
 Not going any further
This is enough

So he takes the poem
Put the money in my hand
And as he walk out the door
I think strange man

Some people does be in love so much
Can’t get their hearts fill
Then in comes disrespect
And the relationship gets kill

Some love last a few months
And some love will never dies
Just like my love 
For a girl with green eyes

Then my door bell rang 
And there a lady stands
She said you write poems
Need one for my ex husband

So another five hundred
Holding in my hand
Ok lady tell me the poem
 The best that you can


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Great Poets

They say that all great poets
Can write love poems from their soul
And all the other poets
Simply have that as their goal
Well I know I’m no great poet
For I never can impart
All the love I have for you
From deep within my heart
Sure, I can write a line
Or maybe two or three
That gives you just a little glimpse
Of what’s inside of me
But then I always have to add
A comic twist or two
That skirts around the issue
Of how I feel for you
But dear, I’ll go on trying
And hope someday to show it
That I’m not just a writer
But maybe a great poet


Details | Free verse | |

For My Only Love

For my only love 
If I could write you a song 
it would be like rain 

It would fall gently 
upon your sweet heart and soul 
like dew on the grass 

The words would be soft 
as a wind chime on the breeze 
hanging from a tree 

And the melody 
would be the sound of bird song 
at the rise of morn 

The tempo would be 
that of rain dripping on leaves 
of the mighty oak 

All this I wish you 
If I could write you a song 
For my only love