Best Assurances Poems
The curtains on a somber evening fell
as weeping angels hush and pull me near;
assurances of love they softly tell,
to calm a soul who lost a love so dear.
Like ribbons on a memory I reach
to tie them all together in a bow,
now wrapped in every prayer that I beseech
and warmed within the heaven's lovely glow.
But, why are Cherished stolen from our midst
before we have a chance to say goodbye -
regrets for one last time we could have kissed
or even one last time we could have cried.
Yet, still through angel tears that damp the dawn,
I can't accept the thought that you are gone...
When I first realized that I loved you
I became afraid, for I felt exposed,
surrounded by the broken-down fences
I had painstakingly built as protection
for my fragile emotions and great fears
against a cold and indifferent world.
Suddenly, without warning, my safe world
was changed as I gave free entry to you
into my heart, and in spite of my fears,
I willingly my complete being exposed -
seeking the nestling warmth and protection
and the safety of love's strong fences.
I found that love was not caged, and fences
were not needed to live in its blissful world,
where affection was its own protection
and the sharing of life's journey with you
could allow unknown joys to be exposed
and assurances could replace past fears.
As our love grew and flowered, and past fears
were eroded with abandoned fences
I became strong, despite being exposed
to the changes of an evolving world.
I felt secure and contented with you -
In your loving care I found protection.
And through the years, love's certain protection
has shielded us against life's storms and fears
And as I have walked at the side of you
I found a paradise, without fences,
where we have built our own beautiful world,
filled with love, and our joy could be exposed.
Now we have grown old and by age exposed
our bodies frail, each limb needs protection.
As we move slowly in a twilight world
and confront diverse and alarming fears
I seek strength in my memory's fences
recalling joyous times and days with you.
A soul exposed to true love knows no fears.
The protection of your love's strong fences
secure my world - I will always love you.
Only Love of my Life
You asked me once if I love you
And is this love for you true
You had to know would it be forever
All these assurances just for you
So here is the way I feel about you
And this will hold true all your life
All that I am or ever hope to be
Is all wrapped up in one word…wife
I love you way past never my dear
It has been that way since we met
Don’t doubt what I say is true.
Loving me is nothing you’ll ever regret
I will stand by you tall and proud
You are loyal, loving, honest and true
I love you more every day we spend
Now you know how I feel about you.
And there are just a few more things to say
Sometimes you think I don’t see
The nice little things I know you do
And the best is what you do for me
You bring me coffee in the morning
When my mind is still half asleep
You talk about your day with me
What we share together runs very deep
You are the only love of my life
There is no one better for me than you
So remember sweetheart please
I love you so and you love me too
Connie Moore
March 3, 2014
Lavish locks sprawl pillowed in peace this morn.
Gently whiskered cheeks hint of last night's lipstick
Tensions banished blue grassy fiddling lingers
Let's take it easy
I'll make the omelets
while you get a shower, dear.
Oh? You'd rather play some more?
Alright, eats postponed.
Pounding rhythms drumming heartbeats
Satiation lullaby.
In stillness your breath meanders its way
through the vast concert hall of my naked
vulnerability cooing minor
keyed assurances of something finer.
Rifts while integral to the theme render
our phrasing discordant at times yet
your hard earned skill in handling your fender
is spawning a wisdom I don't quite get
but it soothes and smooths, warms and relaxes
us both and though still stressed out by taxes
and injustice, fear and idiocy
frustrations from others unable to see
we remember our gift of harmony
and sing our twin souls free of enmity.
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The three forms used to construct this poem are Sapphic Stanza, Sedoka, and Sonnet.
You consider yourself average on a good day,
somewhat pretty on a whimsical day,
and downright atrocious on a bad day.
Your hair can’t decide to be straight or curly.
Your eyes are either luminous or dreary.
Your nose…too big.
Lips…to small.
Nothing looks right at all.
That’s why we have doctors.
Doctors to cure the horrible genes inflicted on you.
Doctors that can construct an artificial being,
made out of your lack of self-confidence,
and belief in self-mutilation.
Doctors that say they can make you beautiful.
Claiming that you aren’t beautiful now.
But you let them…
You let them call you ugly.
Let them plaster your face with assurances,
and guarantees.
In order to make you beautiful.
They cut your face.
Remake something that was already good,
Into something worse.
Doctors that give you a lie.
Doctors that pledge to fix something
when they mean to break it.
They say you are ugly.
You aren’t pretty.
No, you definitely are not pretty.
You’re beautiful.
III
But, of course, I had no dizzying towers
To burn...only bridges; and they were torched
Years ago in the urgency of my direst hours;
Along with so many mighty battlements sacked,
Countless golden fields scorched...
Afterall -- it was the age of Bronze!
I should have well known that in the flight
Of birds, in each cold dawns pale grey light,
I would eventually come to see the unalterable
Fates of Wilusha's last Imperial Scions:-
Tottering precariously - on the brink -
A world in crisis! Then the elopement...
Did you not once stop to carefully think
It through? Giddied no doubt by bestowment
Of that accursed title; just as if it were the
Same giddying rush
You have experienced from the heady
Potency of a full bodied, Oaked Chardonnay.
The coy performance at being required to strip --
An inner excitement at your self's shamed
Nakedness! The obvious insincerity on display
When receiving an invite to dine at the gaudy
Little bistro; your hot skin noticeably flushed
With the delirium of wine; frequently
Pressed to partake of yet another glass;
There was, he casually said, much to be
Desired in a pleasurable rape. Her audible gasp...
As if, from that roadside window, she was
Suddenly staring out over the idyllic plains
Of mythical Arcadia;
His eloquent assurances artfully calculated
To lend themselves to a distressful behaviour.
What’s the use of trying any longer?
Nothing comes out the way I want it to flow
Words perpetrate my every being
And I strain to get my temperament to slow
But my cognizance is reeling in a panic of waves
The voltage of emotion is overwhelming me
What is this journey impending to?
What is my purpose?
To obliterate or build?
I keep assurances only to splinter and shatter them
I melt into their regrets and apologies without looking back
Then I am slapped right back in the face
With my own waves of shame and qualm
I wish I was like you
I wish I could put a guise on and never show my face
I wish I could take a dagger and extinguish the sorrow
Destroy tomorrow
But it keeps coming back with twinges and pains!
I want to scream my way into your existence
I want to end all the overwrought thoughtlessness
I want to be lifted in your ease
To be beautiful and clever like you
The demon is me and I am foaming with misery
My horns are melting by your pertinacious confrontations
I can’t reply to the desolation of nothingness
I can’t make it all go away
I’m trapped! RELIEVE ME!
Cursed adrenaline rushes about me
My body is prickling and waterlogged in blackness
I swallow the poisons of my backwash
And back-fire every stab in the back
Hues of a darker shade, cascading across skies of illusion....
Evaporating waterfalls, of lustful desires and want
Brought forth amid fairytale words, from within fantastical thoughts
And I thought, shall I sell my soul, for their very own, desperate and lost?
I would rather smile at the stars, and, walk away from it all!
Then to ensnare myself within satans lies and delusions....
Of disappearing phantasms, that shall never see the light
Beyond these shadows of alluring and enticing, beguile
Cloaked in the dripping blood, red, of eternal fate
How precious and colorful, vibrant the flower seems to grow....
Before the desperate eyes, cast, into the darkness' chambers
As it whispers its soothing, and wistfully wanton assurances?
While sprinkling its fabricated moondust, upon these emptying souls....
Walking through this mystic wonderland of waste
Wherein shadows beckon and call, dangling their dreams of desirable
Treasures and promises, that their blackened hands, could never truly hold
Except, in these fantasies of tomorrows nothingness....
While singing these songs of hopeful yearnings, that they, shall never know!
Perishing, within the firey flames, that engulf, their abrasive sight
As pretending to be more, than satans very own, offspring
Stealing lives and shattering souls, with lovely portraits that sound
So ambitiously sweet, until, reality comes, to carry them forever away....
Not upon spectacular prisms of golden rainbows, or endless oceans, of emerald blue tides
Nor, glittering cosmic trails of stardust, which encircle, their gasping final breaths!
But within rushing rivers of sorrows crimson, cold....
Trading their eternal paradise, for a fairytales devisable fantasy, sold
To a ghost of sugar laced words, spoken, enticingly, from the tombs of a corpse
Pretty thoughts and pretty things, created, by the prince of hell, himself!
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....Stealing Souls....
When I recall the tenebrous, gruesome shadows
Shrouding our lives conjuring deaths and sorrows,
In my vantage-point, I envision a massive bridge
Standing there resolutely over turbulent waters
Beckoning me avidly to cross over to tomorrow
Promising the other side is now within my reach
And travails of the yore will soon be behind me.
Yet, I feel fear gripped in jaws of deadly throes
And sense saddened tears fretting abyss of woes
So I summon courage, spurring resolve to cope,
Drawing assurances in embrace of my beloved
Entrusting-- in despair too-- grow seeds of hope
Believing in the promise of scientists, medicines,
And heroes who sacrifice in service of humanity.
Beyond that bridge are the pristine green prairies
Cheerfully inviting me to joy of winsome spring
Where glee of vibrant season burbles in streams
Washing away remnants of yesteryears’ misery
Frozen in gelid winters when lives were stilled,
As I continue trekking to dreams of my dawning
Aiming to arrive there clasping strength of family.
April 8, 2022
"Love Remembers Love"
When the love thieves arrived
in the darkness and
plundered my gypsy life
betrayal
sang songs
of sweetness
In the time when
the double-headed Jabberwock
thought I was deaf and blind
I had everything in place
Soothsayer'd over a decade ago
the heart gave assurances
to remain strong in silence
for the future’s errant child
to understand buried in the truth
there is always a way home
even when the protagonist is long gone
Love remembers Love
still sings to you its lullaby song
in the land of missing sons and daughters
muted words for the child to remain strong
a softness calls in the warrior
fierce and eternal
shadow poetry
calms the waters
to remember
always
Love's
Infinite Final Draft
what the good parents taught us
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
gvlm
~ At last! ~ At last! As
a sweet rejoinder to Him my
soul cried out aloud, at last, as I
marveled in the benignity of my
Lord. For imparting to me, the
liberal blessing of my life ...
and for giving me His
eternal assurances.
For delivering me ...
returning me to a veracious, and overt; amenable
position-of-hope-and faith in Him. Yes-for-purging-and
lifting; empowering and molding ... maturing me, indemnifying
me in His certitude, and enduring graciously the-horrid-penalty;
of my willful prides contumacy. For ne’er to trammel the ambling
of my committed volition. In the greater wisdom and grace of their
instruction I willingly did revolt in sheer defiance before His tender
eyes of mercy. (Amid the futile campaign, (of my own bitterness)).
Distinguishing only those weary days apart from the welcome and
gentle fervor, of His embrace; and so, through this detachment,
and His patient hands my heart’s longing was brought to know
compassion and to be absolvitory. As written on my heart,
and being able ... today, and thankful to Him to see. Of the
many roads I have peregrinated down, illuminated upon
this narrow path, of God’s all-inclusive way ... it is all I
~ have come to truly discern, of an aeolian peace. ~
The words of this poem, form the reference in shape and idea; of a heavenly amphora.
PERMANENT SCARS
Dads are supposed to be strong
But here he is
Eyes welling up
At the thought of his only daughter
Leaving so suddenly
In the prime of her life
Never to return
She would not come back
But her memories
Now haunt him
‘Fond’ memories
Giving ‘pain’
Keeping her alive
Even after death
While he tries to rid himself
Of her thoughts
Get immersed in work
But the void
Is here to stay
And not just go away
By false assurances
Who says strong man don’t cry?
In case it is so
It’s better to be a father ‘weak’
Than a man ‘strong’
He knows he has been wronged
By Destiny
But he also knows that
The father-daughter bond
Is permanent
But alas!
He doesn’t know that
So are the scars.
Vijai Pant.
upon this precipice of change
where all must succumb
hues of brown to orange to yellow
where limbs become bare
shadows dance in skeletons
once bodies in fullness stood
the air no longer needs temperament cooling
a cold wind dances in, destiny unafraid
and only the most hardy of those with wings
sing in the early morning stillness
feast at feeders, grow fewer in numbers
it is in this moment of seasonal beauty
my heart aches for a time
when all this landscape holds
is a war that rages among the transition
from ice to mud
i wait within most deepest
the breath of the robin's song
dancing joyously upon the lawn
when at last the inner eye
sees the blooms waiting in the sunrise
it is here my faith is deepest
where all the promises are kept
so i sit on this bench as time
calls the next season in
when change permeates all i see
the inner eye knows
all assurances are waiting
when life takes me past time
in my own war of mud-to-ice
i will be forever free
where blooms greet the sunrise
where the green sea turns a deeper blue
the morrow of no more sorrow glistens
Oregon 9/23
My life began with you and me
Two hearts, two minds, two pieces of a dream
Two individuals who loved without conditions
Two people who felt feelings beyond recognition
Two who became one like God planned long ago
My life began with sunshine streaming through the trees
Lighting up the world with misty sunbeam reflections
Of all that has been or ever will be mirrored in the brightness
Sparkling with effervescent fantasy and heartbeats
Beating out a rhythm of pulsating aspirations
My life began with sensations of colorful flames
Flickering with hypnotizing hues of blushing songs
Captivating my heart with mystery and wonderful thoughts
Reaching into my senses and pulling out a gentle touch
Carefully caressing each whisper of imagination
My life began with intense feelings exploding within
Capturing my muse, my inspiration, my idea of what should be
A new moment, a new thought, a new promise
All emotions piercing the inky ocean of feeling
Until a single tear splashes against my cheek
My life began with the thrill of renewed hope
A moment impassioned with ambition’s desire
Assurances of talent’s perceptions being cleared
Anticipation sweetly breathing out a tender concept
Reminding me that there are always new days to begin again
My life began with a single tearstained thought
Breathing reminders of precious moments spent with you
All sparkling with promises for a lifetime of love and passion
Carefully folded into threads of sincerity and serenity
Echoing a soft farewell that continues to resonate through me
©2014 by Regina Riddle
Touch and feel the rebirth of her heart
A new glow, magnets the stars above
Arousing the birth of an energy
That wittingly mingles with her long lost faith
An enticing yearn for life awakens her soul
She has cried many years, she has seen better days
There Is no lie in her fire
She could jump a rope with feet of fear
Or she could climb a mountain with arms of courage
Time runs with tide, she waits for no man
Under the blue sky, a stare of bewildered eyes
The unforgettable promises left unkept
Beautiful assurances of forever that will never be
Heavenly days that will never come, songs she will never sing
These are the times she longs for
Those were the days she dreamt of
Yes in the tide of time, she must wait for no man
A sweep of an eastern wind
Blushes the imminence in her voice
A timid innocence regenerates from her soul
Her eyes make love to the future
A future that holds the keys to her heart
As she kisses the moon,
Drops of Jupiter unlocks her heart
Releasing crystal lights of gifts and talents
Unborn generation waiting for seasons of conception
There is a lot to give, a lot to cherish
She is the star in her sky, the beat in her rhythm
At her site, the earth stops spinning
Yes, she is the time, she is the tide
She will wait for no man