Best Losing Poems
Drained fingers jot sweet memory
calling Pam’s name in every bloom,
as laced nights recall the glory
of fondness born from love’s heirloom...
Time pauses… her Glow swirls on trees
where romps christen fire tasting life..
And though wonder darts to appease
pale the ticks, yearning for dear wife.
Laura Loo's Contest:Second Place Only Contest III
Submitted 2/5/2016 Judged 2/6/2016
For the 'LOST' Theme Contest
Today I thought I lost my keys
And knowing what’s at stake,
I searched like crazy, but my husband
Took them by mistake.
An hour later, for a class
Of quilting, I was stopped
When my ruler disappeared
Until I noticed it had dropped.
The class complete, I headed
For a shady bench outside
To write my poem, but where’s
My favorite pencil gone to hide?
It isn’t in my bag
And always has a sharpened point.
I looked in each compartment;
Now I’m really out of joint.
A day like this with many things
I cannot seem to find
Makes me hope it’s not a warning
I’m about to lose my mind.
They tell me: clean all the closets --
give away clothes, things you'll never use--
toss it all, decorate anew -- but,
must I part with what you
touched -- what you gave life
by using, by cleaning,
by valuing? What to me
had no intrinsic worth
you made precious, and
now these are not mere objects:
the trinkets, utensils, furniture,
clothes, pictures, car, house --
machines, implements, tools, books --
all the trappings of our lives.
Discarding them will be
another step erasing you.
Putting an end. And of
my losing you -- again.
It is important we know this eternal truth,
that our earthly lives may be linked but not our deaths!
you may have special memories from early youth,
but one has to watch the other take the last breath!
you will for sure shed tears of separation, grief,
fear future prospect of life without the other,
but thank God for the lovely life however brief!
pray after life you still wish to be together!
we do not choose to be born nor do we choose death,
in the garden of creation we bloom and rest,
relish every moment of fortune and good health,
but when the end comes, please trust him for He knows best!!
let not this despondency rob your faith in Him,
as you are precious to others as was to you,
life must still be lived and cherished however grim,
destiny has plans for you till you bid adieu!
Dedicated to Line Gauthier who has lost her husband
Written 19/11/2020 after reading Gershon’s tribute to Line
POTD 21/11/2020
My self esteem never peaked
Mental abuse always leaked
From your foul and mean mouth
All my dignity just flew south
And never came back again
Your so proud that you could win
The power of my sad heart
Broken from the very start
I was born -- it never ended
Young and naive you pretnended
To care for and love me true
Dishonest lies came from you
As I grew and figured out
What your lies were all about
It was too late for me to find
Self esteem of any kind
All my self worth you just ruined
My anger is largely brewing
As I think back to the days
I never recognized the ways
My siblings received the love
I needed and missed so much
Was I such a useless burden
You threw me aside and hurtin'
Fragile, unsure and so young
My chance on life never begun
An innocent baby can not grow
Without the love a parent shows
Why did my sisters and brothers
Get the love while I was smothered
By neglect and loneliness
So much joy my life has missed
A little girl trapped in the fate
Of so much despair and hate
I’m losing it; you know I am
When I ask myself questions, then answer them out loud
And consider this a “conversation”
When the lizard that made his way into my home
Becomes my pet
When I repeatedly count the cards in my deck
Because I can’t win at solitaire
When my first thought as a hurricane nears
Is fear of virus transmissions in evacuation shelters
When each day is much like the last
And I wake in bed, not knowing if it’s day or night
When I haven’t seen family for eight months
My skin starts to itch; my hands shake and twitch
When I’m told I’ll have to quarantine
If I want to visit sick family members
When I hear fear in my sister’s voice
As she tells me New Jersey's second wave has begun
When I manicure my lawn obsessively
With scissors instead of a mower
When my list of prayerful intentions
Takes an hour to review
When the noise crickets make
Starts sounding like a symphony and I look forward to their nightly
performance
I’m losing it; you know I am
Written July 29, 2020
For Chantelle’s “Isolation Philosophy” contest
Do you seek me?
I'm still here!
Look for me in nature,
for my love is growing there.
My messages are written,
in earth and sea and air.
Do you hear me?
Listen to the song birds,
as each new day is born.
Can't you hear me singing to you,
in the early morn?
Do you feel me?
When the wind is gently blowing,
or a mist is in the air,
can't you feel me touching you,
and messing up your hair?
Do you see me?
Glimpse my face in any flower.
Breathe deep the beauty that you see.
And green the grass you walk upon,
I walk along with thee.
Do you sense me?
Even at times when you cry,
know that I am near.
I'm the finger on your cheek,
tasting every tear.
Do you search for me?
When you turn to God in prayer,
know in your heart that I am there.
Out of the darkness of
absence came shadows
of never, and the heart
became silent to walk
that void forever.
The denseness of my
emptiness chokes my
very soul. The scent
of love has departed,
leaving a gaping hole.
They say that time is
a healer, but memories
linger so. And the heart
it carries the hurt, the
hurt of letting go.
Riding stormy winds to the past
To find out how we lost our way
How long did the great ones last
Mayans left their pyramids where trees sway
We are left to ponder the whys
As vines constrict their ruins
Incas left their calling card in the mountains
A vast empire now left to the clouds
Winds take me to the Roman empire
They were great indeed but now their ruins decay
Deserted coliseums tell the story
As they crumbled under wars and strife
The winds return me to the present
It journeyed on, it did not stay
But I heard it whisper before it left;
'Once again they've lost the way'!
8-17-2022
I sit here, watching the faces walk past,
Some of them I recognise,
But so many I don't,
I imagine if I were one of them,
Walking past me,
Seeing me, like I see them.
I wonder some times if these simple passers by judge me,
If they ponder about me as I do about them,
The details of their lives,
Their families and friends,
And if they feel as lonely as I do,
Just another person,
Lost in the crowd.
In leaving God
The west got
Lost
The rest of
History will
Tell great loss
A world of
Sorrows
And spiritual
Costs
Between Velcro
And touch screen
We are losing touching
Feeling and doing
Thumbs made us
All thumbs we will be
***
"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief"
quote by Constance La France
Tossing and turning, I think
where is the lid to this pain?
Perhaps, capping this catastrophe
will cause an explosion.
It’s nightmares like these
that come from my bouts with radiation.
A wish for death, easy death
to hasten the slow burning of my flesh.
Thirst unquenchable,
my tears have dried up my throat
the mere thought of eating, drinking anything
fuels my nausea
which drives me to further visions.
The doctor says it’s working
maybe five more sessions.
What good will a body be
if I lose my mind?
May 16, 2023
contest: Writing Challenge "A" quotes
hostess: Constance La France
Losing the ego
Swallowing your pride
Embodying your philosophy
Metamorphosis - manifesting inside
The ego you carry
Around in your head
The illusion of importance
Sense of self; dead
The ego craves attention
Loquacious; trivialities all the time
Desiring affirmation
Pompous thoughts in his mind
Validation is necessary
Recognition a must
Exposing the façade
The ego gets crushed
Losing the ego
Curtain close for the show
The end of an image
Liberation - letting go
Now you’re in charge
You’re content being you
Pridefulness lowered
Character comes through
Humility in life
Being true to yourself
Conquering the ego
Mastering of oneself
“The ego is only an illusion, but a very influential one. Letting the ego-illusion becomes your identity that can prevent you from knowing your true self. Ego, the false idea of believing that you are what you have or what you do is a backwards way of assessing and living life”
-Wayne Dyer
Having hiked a thousand miles
through forest, field and alpine valley,
and lived a life of forced smiles
while wasting time in fruitless dally,
this highway hoped to bring me home
yet no one's there to bid me, "Come."
This life seems so ill-fated now
and serves to keep my nerves at strain.
The chase that led me away, somehow
creates painful disorder in my brain.
The wicked dreams became my master
then let me be to clean disaster.
How death-like it is to lose at love,
but I refuse to take his hand.
Emotions rise on wings like dove
and I walk boldly in this new land.
I've a rendezvous with death sometime
but not 'til done with life sublime.