Is like saying
“I know my way around every corner, but I’m not allowed to walk through the door”
I lost my first tooth there
And I scraped my knee on the sidewalk out front.
My first cat tommy
Is lying
Bones in the backyard
Grave marked by nothing
But those old dead flowers
I used to live here.
absence makes the heart grow fonder.
This place used to be ours
And if you look
You may be able to find my name
Written on the door frame
Next to a height and age
And the nail sticking out of one of the stairs
That I stepped on
And I fell
And momma put a Band-Aid on the wound in this bathroom
And momma put ice on my head in this bedroom
And kissed me good night under this rattling ceiling fan
and I slept in this old place,
under this cracked ceiling
making faces out of the paint chips
making stories out of the sounds
the fridge
the air conditioner
the cars out front.
I used to live here.
It's my childhood home
But now someone new lives here
I secretly think,
It will always be ours more than anyone else's.
I didn't go to school yesterday
Didn't feel like it
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say
Nobody was very fond
When I was absent from school with no good reason
Whoever "they" is...
You lied to me
“Cross my heart and hope to die”
A saying from years past
That has survived for many eons
And will most likely last
But there are so many others
“Barking up the wrong tree”
Choosing a maple instead of an oak
Oblivious to a life carefree
“Two wrongs don't make a right”
In a fatal car accident
When one person is declared dead
Other suffered flatulence
“The pen is mightier than the sword”
Not likey to win an award
Have you ever tried writing a novel
With the tip of a sword
“Two heads are better than one”
Run like hell I'd say
If you see someone with two heads
Freaking weird run away
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder”
Living on Planet Mars
Wonder where the red comes from
Sure is prettier than ours
I'm glad I came to see you today,
since we last met, my life has been in a little disarray,
but there was something about the orange in the sky,
I couldn't help but think of you when I looked up high,
I was thinking about the fall when we made those crazy face pumpkins,
and how my heart quickened when your hand brushed my skin,
I was also thinking about those romantic picnics on the car park rooftop,
and how one night we were interrupted by a traffic cop,
they say absence makes the heart grow fonder,
but it's so hard when you're too far yonder,
so in the meantime I will visit you at this special place,
and in a sense we are face to face,
I don't mind doing all the talking,
and in my mind we're always somewhere walking,
you've got me crying again, telling me how I should be brave,
but I was going to cry anyway standing at your grave.
On this old adage, let's ponder
'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'
So when we feel from God distance
Know He’s within and not yonder
We look to God for assistance
But ego offers resistance
So we feel separate from source
Not quite aligned with existence
When we feel stirrings of remorse
For our wayward thoughts and deeds coarse
Tremulous heart for God's grace pines
'Tis then soul and darkness divorce
When head and heart with love aligns
We play our role as God assigns
Fears and desires in time recede
His light within finally shines
Love and light as our sturdy steed
All we do is follow it's lead
Boundaries blur, nodes within stir
We become God’s light, as decreed
09-February-2023
Familiarity breeds contempt they say
Just as absence makes the heart grow fonder
Is this the reason couples fight and stray
Seeking their true love way out yonder?
10/20/22
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Aspen is a place to squander.
Assess, take some time to ponder.
Absinthe causes minds to wander.
Aston Martin’s gone; I pawned her.
Accent hair to make you blonder.
Access ski slopes over yonder;
Ascend lifts on high like condors.
Accidents bring first responders.
Accept when it’s time to launder.
Absent money, home grows fonder.
'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'
once wrote an English poet
by name of Thomas Haynes Bayly
who surely ought to know
For Tom's been absent since 1844 ~
yet fonder of him I do not grow
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but about the people who have the negative voices that tell you everyday that you are not wanted and that absence makes your heart drop? How long can a person live with voices that say you are worthless before you actually believe it? How long can a person hold on to hope? How long can I go?
Can you taste the turn of a season
writing a new page on your heart
Can you smell the burning of reason
usher a new age into your art
Can you see the drying up river -
mind-induced matters no longer thought
Can you hear the cry of a giver
giving to a war no longer fought
Can you touch the mind of a poet -
emblazened eyes that see through your self
You might do such, but your mind cannot know it
the mind of the heart dwells somewhere else
Heart or mind, which do I follow
what is the food on which I thrive
Fact or feeling, which should I swallow
which one will keep the soul most alive
The mind is ever prone to wander
from its chains it would be freed
Its absence makes the heart grow fonder
for the two are twins indeed
Written 20 Dec 2020
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
So they say from years and I'd wonder
If life should be spent, together souls as one
Moon rise as one, we'd be as the falling sun
The sunrise tale of of life as we know it
Is full of hate, greed, lies, lust, and guilt
Broken dreams that one throws at a fork
Up to those on which minds and Souls - Long or short.
If you throw a Stone across the water
It will jump, hop, skip and drop like a quarter
Or it can find the other end of the pond to continue on
And a lifetime of journeys begins in one cannery song
She sings about the hearts that are one
The Joy's of hearts flowing like a sea way into the sun
Capturing picture moments in a memory of time
A second glance at life's rhyme
Where did I run off to?
The skin crawls.
The eyes see but do not observe.
The ears hear but tune out, as I try to tune in.
Here I remember thoughts that once felt like a plague;
How can I be a better person today?
Whose cup is half empty, aching to run over?
Lately, and for an eternity now, I feel the true ailment,
The winding spiral of nothingness which touches the very pit of me,
from the tip of my head to the bare of my feet,
with the tax of a body to drag along.
A void i prefer to avoid, but is quite fond of me,
embodies me,
while everything internally screams a disabling, prolonged clamor of vacancy;
extinguishment.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Where did I run off to?
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Been said many many times
But I'm about as fond as I could be
Methinks I've proved it just fine
So you don't need any of that absence stuff
Do you catch my drift as they say
I'll permit it for maybe an hour or so
But that's it and certainly not a day
There's a very severe penalty you must pay
Should you exceed the allotted limit
A basic one hundred kisses and hugs
Then another twenty-five more per minute
That might seem like a real hefty fine
But it's there to show you how serious
It is to deprive this depraved old soul
He can wind up disoriented and delirious
Bottom line is, please handle me with care
My kind doesn't come along often
Treat me well and I'll be yours forever
And make your dear old heart soften
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
I thought getting into my vehicle to part,
my innards could hardly contain themselves,
as I pulled out of the driveway in the dark,
Going down the interstate feeling like a free bird,
my cage lately being anything but like home on the range,
too many discouraging words makes one feel depressed,
and too many cloudy days with the on and off rain,
Driving faraway so I can spend some time alone,
thinking of poems and my family issues at home,
picking up a beautiful shell on the beach and holding it to my ear,
feeling for a fleeting moment like a child without any cares,
The shell acted like a direct lifeline to God,
whispering for me to keep praying to Him but to go back on home,
so with tears in my eyes I realized staying faraway wouldn't solve anything,
instead I'd go home like a prodigal and try to iron out everything.
1-30-17
Having loved my first wife from afar
Jean and I lived many miles apart
so we penned letters to each other
every week we wrote from the heart
For a year this carried on
before deciding on a date
then we grew to love each other
before entering the marriage state
You learn so much about each other
in these letters before you meet
truly knowing inside the person
allowing them to sweep you off your feet
As the famous saying aptly tells
absence makes the heart grow fonder
every weekend couldn't come quick enough
for Jean and I our bond grew stronger
So long distance love can work
when the two are a real match
thinking of nobody else near or far
truly loving your one fond catch
(Just to explain Jean and I were married for less than a year before Jean passed away into Her Lord's presence in 1982, I've now been married to Christine now 25 years.)
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