Best Confidante Poems
So this, my cat, my confidante, my friend
His bed, empty now, I cannot discard
A photograph now on the mantel’s end
Beside his toy and a sympathy card
How long the wait, in this vast empty space
Till small sounds spare me the notion he’s back
Yet still shall I ready this special place
For friend and casket and polished brass plaque
You say he’s only a cat and he's dead
Still I make space midst old friends on this shelf
What notions strange and cold dwell in your head
When you have no love but that for yourself
Make light of my grieving if that you must
My cat I loved: As for you… not too fussed!
Toll-free is the call on this special day
as my gratitude ascends the umbilical cord,
never severed, even in the afterlife.
“I planted begonias in the garden you nurtured.”
My eyes search the bright spring sky,
“Your favorites, just for you on Mother’s Day.”
Decades have passed,
yet that special mother/daughter bond
finds me planting begonias each year.
“I miss you, Mom, though your spirit lingers –
sometimes I still hear your voice;
you always hear mine.
“My confidante you’ll always be.
When I share my innermost thoughts in prayer,
I feel your heart next to mine.
“Giver of life, comforter, source of wisdom,
Mom, you blessed me with so much joy.
I spoke to you in my youth; I speak to you now.
“On angel wings my words are delivered to heaven.
I know you listen;
I just know.”
*Written May 5, 2015, in honor of my mother.
When You're Gone
My darling precious Mamacita
before you go,
before your last breath is drawn,
I just want you to know
how much I love you so.
Please forgive everything
your errant child has done wrong,
and all the times I disappointed
and let you down.
It's so hard to let you go,
my Rock of Gibraltar, my strength,
my brave warrior and defender,
my trustworthy confidante,
even though your time has come
and the Great Spirit calls you home.
Forgive my selfishness,
my beautiful, brave one,
for I do know you are tired,
your mission here is done,
and you seek eternal rest.
But I don’t want to miss you,
the sound of your melodious voice
singing old Spanish love songs,
your loving smile, and your wavy,
snowy white hair reflecting the
venerable sage that you are.
What am I going to do, Mamacita?
What am I going to do without you?
Without your unconditional love and support
which keep me afloat
when life tries to pull me down?
Not even my tears that overflow
like a river swollen with grief
can ease the pain of the
motherless child I will be
solitary on a sea of sorrow.
A big part of my heart
drifts away with you,
my lifeline, best friend, and hero.
Yes, I know you have to go; but
I wish you didn’t have to leave me,
my darling precious Mamacita.
02-10-2017
* Sadly my Mother passed away two days (on February 12, 2017) after this piece was posted.
Contest: Sadness
Sponsor: Silent One
Placement: 2nd
Neath midnight blue, the crescent moon hangs low
Complicit confidante, she knows my heart
This lovers’ bench we shared so long ago
Her and us, taking oath we’d never part
Still spring perfumes of rose garden linger
While hovers aura of lavish thickness
He slipped a diamond ring on my finger
All the while watching, she was a witness
Luna, you saw my heart in two he broke
You’re the one friend I trust implicitly
How does sublime love just go up in smoke
And newfound wings take flight exquisitely
Thwarted, shattered, most fervently I plea
I couldn’t bear should you too abandon me
Read on air by invitation ~ May 22, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on August 16, 2018 for contest NEW SONNETS ONLY sponsored by EMILE PINET - RANKED 4TH
Remember me (like this)…
A smile that made your heart
Feel lighter
A word that made your
Day brighter
An embrace you only wanted
To be tighter
Please remember me…
Like this
Forget the frowns
Forget the pouts
Forget the downs
The angry bouts
Forget the times
I wasn’t there
Forgive me for that
Frigid stare and…
Remember me like this…
A hug whenever you
Needed one
A back rub…
late at night
A place to go to
When you felt so low
A touch that felt
So right
Remember me…
The provider for the family
Companion always there
Old friend and confidante
Cuddly Teddy bear
Gentle soul with good intentions
A moral man who could not lie
Humble man with no pretensions
A man you can’t forget, even if you try
A stubborn man…I’ll give you this
A simple man…tho’ a bit remiss
A man always ready
with a tender kiss
So when, (and if…) you reminisce
Please remember me
…Like this…
“There are enormous possibilities for one to improve in life, as world is a great university and we are taught through text books of life’s experiences with sagacious sages and savants as our teachers and the precepts of great men who have left a great legacy behind.”-- ~By Poet~
As New Year dawns, promising a fresh start,
We pledge to see the graph of life rising in our chart.
At this time when all make resolutions many to be won,
I have boiled down my resolves to a single one.
All I wish is to be a better person in body and mind
To love others, forgive my enemies and be kind
This is something I have been striving all my life,
Get along even with my detractors without strife.
Train myself to be considerate to all without exception,
Be compassionate to the needy without expectation.
Live my life smooth without many a nagging care
And never let my heart sink into dull despair.
Scrub away all my glaring imperfections clean.
Bring healthy practices everyday into my routine.
Admire nature and tend it in all its attendant glory.
Add memorable and sweeter episodes to my life’s story.
Be a loving partner in whom my man can spy,
An ocean of love surging in my dewy eye.
To my children, ever remain as an adorable mother,
A confidante, a friend and guide, giving them succor.
Through words and deeds, show them the miracle of love.
Teach them to be thankful for the blessings from above.
Thus enact my role as a wife and mother in the best way possible,
Accepting, for my success and failure, I alone am responsible.
With all the grace her age permits, she walks with head held high,
her stoic resolution still a marvel to our eyes.
Her ready ear, her helping hand, her never ending care
Dispensed with love and steady hand, in equal measured share.
The love bestowed and freely poured with liberality,
Humbles warms and comforts us, with peace through surety.
A Mothers love cannot be weighed, nor paid with weight of gold,
the silver hair is scant reward, for achievement of her goal.
With every passing moment and every fleeting day,
I visit happy memories that her presence passed my way,
One vital gift, one priceless gem, of love she shared in life
Her Joy of Motherhood still prime, from a Mother, Daughter, Wife.
My Mom, my friend, my confidante, my anchor through the years
I Thank my God that he chose me, to share life with you here.
Lost amid dusk and dawn
Searching me
Sanity splintered by soft eyelashes
Gelid lips whisper out
My name in bane beauty
Devin…
Ingesting upon this void of fear
That devours my last mettle
As the door explodes inward
My essence inhaled in apathetic kissing
The succubus murmurs
Devin, Devin…
My pride strewn about my feet
Fragile erosion
Phantom tendrils enveloping
My senses wholly teeming
A confidante of trusts mocking
Devin, Devin, Devin…
Dead candles blush yesterday
Off the walled looking glass
Ghostly withering she fades
In those foggy moments lucid
Laughing heavy
Devin…
...for Ralph McTell
He was my closest friend and confidante
for over eighteen years.
I called him simply Brown Dog.
From a puppy to the present
he was always by my side.
Chasing rabbits through the pasture
or the sticks that I would throw,
he was the essence of vitality and joy.
As he aged, he would lie down at my feet,
an Old Brown Dog, his horizon now my yard,
limping, riddled with arthritis, he was clearly in great pain.
Today would be the day.
With a heavy heart, my shotgun cradled
in my arm, I tugged gently on his leash
and we headed to the pasture where
in better days he frolicked, free as a bird.
The sky was overcast as I settled him to ground.
"Goodbye, my friend," I whispered, as I went
to pull the trigger. But then suddenly a flash
of fur! a rabbit dashed from hiding and darted
into view. My companion broke free! bounding
t'ward his prey, his pain all but forgotten.
As he closed in, he took one final leap...
and fell in a heap to the earth, still and silent.
He had died the way he wanted,
on his own terms, free again, at last.
I buried him there, and wept.
I returned to his grave
with a granite headstone
which bore the inscription:
"To my Brown Dog, best friend and confidante,
thanks for the memories.
Rest In Peace.
1994-2011.
Yeah I know it feels weird
But it's too beautiful to be bad
Now it's scary cos it might be a masquerade
If we happen to be more than what we are
Now that's cos we have become more than I can describe
No one understands when I sing all that jazz
It's already more than the music for mature minds
They go with the sarcastic reply "Just friends, yeah right"
And then I am lost in my definition
A new synonym is added in its oxymoron
She has become my doubted confidante
But only to the minds who refuse to see
If am gonna kick that bucket, it's definitely not your water in it
He knelt and prayed
He asked for a mate to help him throughout life
He asked for a friend
He beseeched for a love that would never end
What he received was more than what he had hoped for
She is stubborn beautiful kind and gentle and her fire caught his desire
She is all that he requested and more
His life will never be the same
Especially once he changes her name
She love him for him and nothing more
He is her friend and confidante and her mate
He is her everything
So the Cowboy and his Angel have each other
Fate was kind no more feather or fur
For now and throughout time
Continued from Part 1
The City’s blur? A sepulcher for Christians, Muslims, Jews –
Cathedrals, Temples, vacant now, enshrine their residues,
for churches, mosques and synagogues abide without a bruise.
No cantillation, belfry bells, monastic chants inspire
and Minarets, though standing yet, host neither voice nor crier -
abodes and buildings silhouette a muted spectral choir.
A church’s Gothic ceilings guard the empty pews below
and, all alone amongst the stones, a maiden’s blue jabot.
The Saints, in crypts, though nondescript, grace halos now aglow.
Stray footsteps swarm through church no more (apostates that profane)
though echoes in the nave still din and chalice cups retain
an altar wine that tastes of brine decaying in the rain.
Coiled candle sticks, with twisted wicks, no longer 'lume the cracks -
their dying flames revealed the shame, mid pendant pearls of wax,
when deference to innocence dissolved in molten tracks.
Six steeple towers, steel though now drab daggers in the sky!
Their hallowed halls no longer call when breezes wander by –
for, filled with dread to wake the dead, they've ceased to sough or sigh.
The chapel chimes? Their clapper rope (that tongue-tied confidante)
won’t writhe to ring the carillon, alone and lean and gaunt –
its flocks of jute, now fallen mute, adorn the holy font.
No saints will come with jagged tongues to sing a silent psalm
nor bless pale lips with languid quips to pierce the deathly calm,
nor pray for mercy, grace deferred, nor beg lethean balm.
Continued in Part 3
Old Dogs and Children**
Woke up
always a plus.
Took care of business.
Found my teeth -
a must.
Brushed them…..off.
Made coffee
meditated on its scent
and promise.
Met the dog at the door
(no explanation necessary)
Made breakfast for two.
Exchanged greetings
grumps, grunts and
hugs with wife,
confidante and lover
(all at the same time)
Thought about-
-cutting the grass
-washing the truck
-bathing the dog
-planting some flowers
-colonizing the moon
Woke up - refreshed
Didn’t do any of the above.
Visited five month old granddaughter
-changed diapers
-pushed carriage
-sang songs
-Grandma fed her
-changed diapers
-played on floor(with baby)
-stayed on floor(to recover)
Returned home
Made coffee
meditated on its scent
and promise.
Met the dog – again.
Shared a quiet(?) supper.
Exchanged good nights
grumps, grunts and
hugs with wife,
confidante and lover.
John G. Lawless
5/15/2015
**with apologies to Tom T. Hall
Song title “Old Dogs, Children and Watermelon Wine
submitted to – Today I Accomplished – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Sara Kendrick
I would give anything
For one last kiss
One more goodbye
That would last for eternity
I miss you every waking hour
In my dreams I feel you, your soft fur
In my dreams I hear you, purring
I know you visit me while I sleep
My angel, keeping me company
In my life for 23 years
Now gone for 10
The pain still as raw
I still cry at photos
Of you so happy, alive and with me
You ran into my open arms
Welcomed me home every day
The memories we shared, now locked away, safe.
I watched you fade and could take no more
I couldn't see you suffer
The doctors tried to make you better
Then the dreaded news
They could not win, I had to let you go
The red injection took you slowly away
Your life slipped away in my arms
The Angels took my place
Gone forever, but never forgotten
As the memories remain
In my heart and in my soul
They took a piece of me with you
When they took you from this earth
I thank you for the years of comfort
I thank you for being my friend
I thank you for making me smile
For letting me cry into your fur
And for licking my tears away with you rough tongue
The entertainer of the family
Mummys boy and confidante
Always at my side
I now pray to Saint Francis to keep you safe in heaven
Until we meet again
You are gone but you live on with all of us in our memories
So remember my baby, my faithful furry friend
Mummy will always love you
Together until the end
Here's a great big cuddle
Until we meet again........................
22/01/16
Today I mourn the loss
Of a good and trusted friend
Who shared with me the company
Thru hard times thick and thin
I held him close unto my heart
This companion, confidante and brother
Who became my means
To put thoughts and dreams
To paper as could no other
But the lifeblood of all of us
Is finite in the end
So…with a void in my heart
And a tear in my eye
To my faithful friend
Until the very end
Goodbye ol’ Bic
…Goodbye…