You’ve been my doctor for the past 25 years.
You’ve been there for all the small things like a sneeze or cough.
We’ve had times of laughter, but also shed a few tears.
The times that I didn’t feel well, you wouldn’t back off.
Even while on your vacation, you would call me,
Just to see how I was doing and if I was alright.
It’s the way you’ve treated me that makes you family.
Knowing that you care makes me sleep better, at night.
You’ve saved my life on more than just one occasion,
Like the time when I felt like I had bad heartburn.
Turns out that it was a more serious aggravation.
Coming to see you, no matter what, is what I’ve learned.
I’ve lived a good life, and a lot of that is thanks to you.
Whenever I needed it most, you’ve taken care of me.
You’re one in a million and you’re great at what you do.
Thank you for being you and helping me to stay me.
May we all be blessed in life to discover in others true love and friendship…
knowing once both of these have been earned
we can totally trust that person
even when our eyes are closed
even when our back is turned..
She had her life sorted
but the limits of love
meant she must question everything
His mysterious past
The way he dressed
Play him at his own game
Changes and challenges
more life lessons
Learning it's normal to hate
She can't keep running
from her new generation lover
Prepare for more, be forever scarred
On the verge of collapse
debts began to spiral
The notorious serial killer had stolen her heart
When I visited Victor today,
overwhelming stench drove me away.
We stood outside and talked.
I complained, and he balked:
“Don’t be mean. I can’t help it. OKAY?”
He let loose with a string of loud pops.
Neighbors fearing gunfire called the cops!
There would be no arrest,
but at neighbors’ behest,
they said, “Sir, make sure this problem stops.”
The police are now summoned no more.
There’s a problem, but not like before,
one that cannot be heard;
thus, no neighbors are stirred,
fearing terror of gunplay’s in store.
Victor has diarrhea a lot,
spending hours a day on the pot.
I declared, “We will go
to the doctor. He’ll know
how to diagnose just what you’ve got!”
Sugar-free treats, as Victor now knows,
were the cause of his gas and poop woes.
Way too many he ate.
Though he thought they were great,
doctor’s orders he did not oppose.
Victor called: “Come and visit me, please.”
I approached his front porch; on the breeze,
came an unpleasant smell.
Before long I could tell
he loves pintos and limburger cheese!
Why are my searches drawing blank
I just searched for Constance La France
It simply tanked ' Is cancellation afoot?
Are there gremlins in 'the soup' its moot'
So many time in months of thrice
I've sought out my peers yet (no dice)
Michael Tor I can't find your door
Andrea Deitrich pangi Bill Baker and more
To top the lot my contest launched
I couldent find it? Friends so staunch.'
29 Jan 2023 4:45 PM
To old friendships renewed
And new friendships discovered
We've gone and go through and with God we recover
Old memories laughed and cried and revived
New memories learned and earned and treasured
Stored in the heart to be later rediscovered
Old people cherished and loved have passed on
New people born bright eyed and adored
All gave and give to and sang in our life song
This is how life is given and recieved
This is how love is passed from breast to breast
This is how God gives His love to those who believe
Love is like the wild rose brair. Friendship is like a holly tree. The Only is dark when the rose brake is in bloom. But which bloom is more consistent.
When your dog licks your face
Think: Who is as friendly in the human race
Autumn's super moon is dazzlingly bright,
The Earth Princess views the super in a milky light.
Seasonal joy fills the poet's soul and cunning,
Clad in green, the landscape is rather stunning.
God made the moon and the brain the same way,
One side is clever, while the other is a dark display.
As yet, this upbeat side is still in prevailing sight
If one disregards the darkness, he is all right.
By virtue of its best features, the moon, and mind,
Inspire all living creatures on Earth with your kind.
Greens, mammals, flowers, people, and ecology,
We are thrilled by the moon and life's company.
Everyone gains widespread joyful calmness,
Water swells in the arch mimicking politeness.
Incidentally, they view, that the lily comes from the brain,
Fall is marked by joy and pretty blooms and birds again.
Written: July 24, 2022
8th Contest Winner
Joy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Love is like the lavender;
but friendship is like the oak tree.
The oak is huge when the lavender blooms, But which will bloom most constantly?
The lavender is lovely in spring, Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the lavenders fare.
Then, spurn the silly lavender now, And deck it with the oak's sheen,
That, when beauty blights the brow, she still may leave the garland green.
The lavender is beautiful, but the oak is huge and free,
let's meet again holding each other's hand, sharing stories under the tree.
Tell me a secret that will raise my spirit
Whisper it softly so no one else can hear it,
And I will feel so special you have confided
More so, because in your heart you decided
I was someone you can trust with your heart,
And I will protect it, my love is off the chart
Trust is so special, it’s such a marvelous art
What more can friends to each other impart,
Friendship must never be a thing one-sided
Or it will limp along and become lopsided,
And limping long enough, friendship can quit
So, whisper a secret that will raise my spirit.
written December 1, 2021
[using a reverse rhyme technique
that seems to come natural for me]
You're a wanderer sheltered in my home for rain,
And occupied my home as a colonizer;
I was never lonely nor languishing in pain,
I accepted you, yet, as my enterpriser…
Your beauty of fading flowers, I don't desire,
Nor your youthfulness, that like a squirrel, restless;
Fidelity, like the palm tree, must be higher,
And should shine, as the sun itself; never faithless...
Friendship, like pure precious stones, is hundreds in choice,
Choosing the best, like stone-lovers, is our true task;
Friendship, like roses and thorns, includes pains and joys,
In shiny sparks and scorching fire, we must bask...
Let us be faithful friends though in lustrous love lie;
Entwine our hearts firm within; while holding hearts high!
24 September 2021
Love gives
wings,
friendship
plant,
love takes care,
friendship
understand...
love shakes
structures.
friendship builds
bridges,
love snatches
to the heights
friendship leads
at peace...
love is further
cheerful and
further sad...
love boils
a thousand degrees,
the friendship in
bain Marie.
love is further
passion, friendship
understanding...
when they merge
love and friendship,
the life is
the true paradise
permanent...!
The bombs explode and the missiles fly past.
Fiery clouds of smoke thicken all around.
Yet with these moments, though they were my last,
I would contemplate something so profound.
With my best friend I set out together
On the belligerent pursuit of peace.
For homeland. For loved ones. For the better.
We dreamed of coming back home in a piece.
Then boom! On the ground the shot leaves my friend.
Faintly, with his last breath, "Goodbye" he said.
Sweat. Blood. Grief. This is how it's gonna end?
Once again, for war, a dear price is paid.
Warriors are supposed to be tough, I know.
But, for my friend, I'll shed a tear or two.
I wrote this poem as a response to the invitation, from a friend of mine, to make something out of a picture of a soldier clutching his dead comrade and weeping bitterly.
Captured
In the moment
When darkness erases our reason
We lose ourselves in the quietness
Deafened to the song of living
We drown ourselves with tears
Bent in two as we release the dread
Our heart in conflict with our soul
Buried
In the lightless nightfall
In the arms of empty hearts
Unearthing a hollow hopelessness
Stifling
The possibility within ourselves
As we are numbed by fear
Frozen and isolated
Sometimes
We are blessed when someone
With grace, kindness and reverence
Reaches
To catch our hand to give us
The strength we could not find
With hope that illuminates our faith
Lifting us
To be tall in our spirit
Be joyful in our love
To find our tomorrow
Bless the hands that hold us
September 13, 2020
Song I. - Cold - Quiet Now Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Rob Carmack
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