Best Lovetime Poems
He worked at the local newspaper office.
I worked for his employer’s wife as a mother’s helper.
He had served his apprenticeship
and was now a full fledged printer
earning a magnificent sum of eight dollars a week.
My wages were three dollars per week.
Mrs. Miller found reasons for sending
me to the office frequently
and he was easy to talk to.
It wasn’t long before
he asked me to go to a movie
and I readily agreed.
Movies tickets at our local theatre
were twenty-five cents, usually.
The first movie we went to was called
“The Housekeeper’s Daughter”
starring Joan Bennett.
I don’t remember a thing about the story.
The next week he called again
and this time
the movie he wanted to take me to was
“Gone With The Wind”.
I protested that it was too expensive.
This time he would have to spend
fifty cents each on tickets
and the movie was so long that
there was an intermission
and I knew he would want
to buy refreshments, but
I didn’t take much persuading
and we went all out for that
evening of entertainment.
This time I did remember the story.
From that evening forward ,
he was a daily caller at our home
and my mother did her best
to keep him fed.
Most of our dates were merely
a stroll down town and back
as we had no car.
We heard on the radio that
Major Bowe’s Amateur Hour
was coming to a bigger town
about thirty miles away
and both of us decided we would like to
attend that function.
Money would be a problem
on our wages, so we decided
to save up for it.
One of us bought a dime bank and
we each put any spare dime we could,
into the bank.
It held five dollars.
We managed to have
five dollars worth of dimes
by the time the big day arrived.
Dad lent us his car
and off we went.
I don’t know what the tickets cost
but we had enough to buy them
plus enough to
indulge in an ice-cream soda
at the big town soda fountain.
1940 was the year our story started.
In March of 1941
he left for Detroit, Michigan
where he had heard he could find work
at a decent wage.
He sent a telegram
that he’d found a job
at $50.00 a week.
He had a minister and marriage license.
I had never been away from home before
but I traveled to Detroit and
we were married in July of 1941.
Honorable Mention
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From the time I wake,
till the time I rest,
I think about you,
and what's best.
Do you like me,
do you trust me,
do you want to be with me.
I feel there is no one else.
If I could,
I would reach into my chest,
and pull out my pounding heart,
and ask you if this is what's best.
If you left,
I'd hand you my heart from this mans chest,
cause I would feel as if I was already in an eternal rest.
If I lost you,
I wouldn't know what to do.
The only person in the world that I could possibly want,
is you.
I want love
Not the normal kind
Multi colored hues
Nothing subdued
I’ve got a wildness in my spirit
And I don’t want to be tamed
Is there a man that is mature enough
To be done with the games
Can a man appreciate my freedom
And let me have a voice
Respect my decisions
And respect my choice
I want a man with a strength
And a passion inside
Not afraid of commitment
Doesn’t feel the need to chide
Where is that man that
Can love without restraint
To give his heart absolutely
He doesn’t have to be a saint
I know you’re out there
I know we will meet
Until that time baby
Just know I’m complete
I’m patiently waiting
Most of the time
But sometimes without warning
I break out in rhyme
Get here soon so we have time to play
I’m in the autumn of life
And I can’t waste a day
The patterns of my life
Sifted through your heart.
The calling of the wind
Gives you a place to start.
The crashing of the tide,
The bubbles of the surf.
The roughness of my fingers
After time kissing with the earth.
The golden ray of eyesight,
And the shield black with pain.
The rumble of the thunder
Then its calming, soothing rain.
The time you kissed my eyelids
As night turned into day.
The way that Hamlet felt
When his Ophelia sank away.
You taught my heart to sing,
And my thoughts to find their place,
Then you sang yourself to sleep
Still creating time and space.
Chiromancer
Placed inside some wisp of perfections chalice
The intonations gather which
The tears have shed
For gratitude released their happiness
I loved you some when in another life
Where the pink purple forest bows
Hung their silver leaven halls
In marble sunsets painted wash on cloistered walls
Their reminiscence of Arabian ankle bells
As you walked barefoot through blue grass fields
The moons luminescent as soft pale to your skin
Echo timeless on a blanket of stars
These iridescent reveries linger in cobweb threads
Set bejewelled in morning mist
They brush the glitter-frosted powder from your cheek
Dream you are awake, eternal, sleeping Princess
I love you this time in the calligraphies of ink
Kismat writ in both our palms lovers make
Standing on the water rivalled glitter of the sun
Falling maiden of the Crystal Lake
Should time bring chill the mountains to your feet
And shades drown the light of auburn hair
Remember me then; where your dreams began
I will always be waiting there
So etched in the fairy tale lines of our hands
Was a destiny life had just not planned
As we danced in the wake of hearts tidal wave
United some day to the promise we made some when
I love you next time in another life
Though in each time I have asked you to be my wife
The curious connections of infinite souls
Will never let you go
I love you this time in the calligraphies of ink
Kismat writ in both our palms lovers make
Standing on the water rivalled glitter of the sun
Falling maiden of the Crystal Lake
She flowed out of his sable brush
As if form became fluid
Indigo blue the first of hues
Each stroke a caress …
A teardrop sliding down his face
His memories piercing his heart
Sighs and a deep breath
His lifetime masterpiece awaits …
Silver lit hair black as night
Her Indigo eyes abrim with love
Soft white skin transparent
A white spotted dress of cornflower blue
silk trimmed waist
Forever imprinted in Memory
A testament to their Love
Raising his hand wrinkled through time
the curve of her breast takes shape
her form follows next …
Pausing for thought ,
he remembers a day etched fast in his mind
Around her head ,
Mists of water rainbow hues
Behind her a waterfall of crystal blue
Shadow and shape suggest beings
The faeries she hoarded
Dancing like angels around her head
These he added as she would be pleased …
His hand starts to shake
effort and time taking its toll
mad with mother time
robbing him of his one great gift
this would be his last …
Pouring 50 years of marriage
His heart and soul
Smeared , brushed , and smudged
Light and dark no dis chord
Finished he is complete
His one great masterpiece
His wife his love …
Packing away his palette
an artisan to his gift
closing the lid on colour
washing his brushes
and cleaning knives
Weathered hands tremble
Reaching for a glass
The bottle , a sherry he saved ,
from a golden anniversary
their last …
Taking a sip he closes his eyes
waiting for memory to carry him back
To a time beloved …
Gentle touches have left my hand
On borrowed time my morals stand
My heart what once belonged to thee
Has shattered and been left to bleed
No tenderness and no more laughter
Just sad and bitter life hereafter
Come back and grace me with your time
Allow my light to once more shine
Wipe dry the tears that stain my soul
Return the magic; warm the cold
And if I’m not to love again
Rather pass time with closest friend
Please remember through eternity
My best memories were made with thee
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
the silver starlight embroidered the murmurs of that river
and he allowed himself to drown within the scent of ripe pears
flooding the air around him…
and while inhaling, he almost felt the threads of the past
knotting themselves in his chest,
memories hidden within the sweetness of the fragrance,
dizzying him like a strong wine…
he kept his breath for a moment…
‘you cannot hold time still…come on…exhale’,
he heard a voice inside him,
and he pushed the air out almost by force,
as if trying in the same time to exorcise his soul
of the remains of what-had-been-and-was-no-more…
‘too much dust in the air tonight’, he told himself,
and in the same moment he killed in the corner of his eye
the shadow of an almost born tear …
i think i might've been bitten
in the butt by the love bug
for every time i look in your eyes
i could sware im falling in love
i think i might've just stumbled
into the safety of your arms
for every time you smile at me
i'm nearly blinded by your charm
i think i might've just wondered
right into your periphrial vision
cuz babe, when we are together
its just a beautiful collision
Form:
have you ever tried to be
something you're not
ever want something so badly
it could not be forgot
ever believe so hard
that a wish could come true
and most unusually
come true for you
have you ever believed that
you could reach for that star
just above your head
not very far
and told yourself
time and time again
this time I'll win
this time I'll win
that was the way
I felt about you
it really seemed
like my dream
had come true
i tried to be loved
by feelings from you
and what would never be true
i wished so hard for you
i believed in something
and you were that star
forever inside my head
but never in your heart
and i tell myself
time and time again
that hope leads to failure
and to love is to sin
have i not an immortal beloved
that belongs to my soul
must i search forever
while my body grows old
am i cursed forever to believe
that she must be out there
somewhere amongst all the stars
my heaven knows not where
could it be because of God
that she has not been chosen
and the family line till end of time
forever to be frozen
but i must admit
i would be quite content
with just someone in my arms
to have and to hold
and maybe grow old
the two and not just one
Form:
Your fingertips slide across
The time of day.
You watch the seconds pass
As you argue with the cantankerous hands
Of the clock she bought for you and you alone.
It's that time at last.
She says, "Darling remember, four o'clock sharp."
In a timbre that lingers through you body
and exits out from your eyes.
The thought resonates the true emotion of that time.
That place and time.
Your lover, she wrote to you.
In a hollow sarcastic tone that read as if it meant
"I never want to hear your name again.".
A frozen slate of world, begging to be etched.
You hurt when you are reminded,
But hurt worse when you forget.
The sequestration of emotion
Your solemn mind has made.
She can now turn her head away from the clock,
That intimates the pain.
A thought drowning in the depth of memory,
Foreseen but not embraced.
The lover left the unlovable.
Now there's no time for hate,
Because it's daylight savings dear.
So it's only Three o' eight.
Form:
As You can See
Imagine what tis be
As Star-Bursts With-in Air
Angels Singing.. Everywhere
For tis soon
our time shall be
Gathering in the Air
with Jesus Christ
Our King..
Oh hey.. do you know
How Beautiful
tis be.. Love Shining
Gloriously
Of the coming of Our King
As Star Burst in air
Aint Nothing
That compares
Of How Miraculous tis is
That Jesus comes.. for His
For Time is Now..
Growing Close to be
Gone in a Twinkle of an Eye
ForEver in Eternity
Oh How Precious
It shall be..
For Souls in that time
Whom is His.. shall be..
Received Up.. into Glory
With Jesus Christ Our King
Oh do You know
How Glorious tis be
For then we all be together
Worshipping Our King
Come to Jesus
For time grows close
He is coming back for those
Whom belongs to Him
So.. If You are not yet.. His..
Don't waist anytime..
Come to Our Savior.
His Love is so Divine...
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Dearest Love,
Please take these words and fill your heart, share my
pain of being apart. For at this moment time seems
so cruel, leaving me in this wilderness without your
arms to share. Darling my dawns are empty and the
sunsets lack the glow, it is only with the memories
that love begins to flow. I pick them from those
treasured times when beating hearts did rhyme, a
time that beckoned me to taste those lips divine.
When arms were forever open, the days and nights
were long, and upon those cotton sheets our bodies
sang their song. Those endless nights of holding eyes,
plucking dreams from the stars. Time bore no heed,
its significance lost in the deepness of our affection,
affection that melted heart, body and soul.
Land and sea divide us my love, but the boundaries
of love are infinite and my love shall ever be. Sleep
my dreams my lover, walk the stars with me, and I
shall keep my promise, and love thee eternally.
Till we meet again
Daniel
I waited and waited but maybe
the time has passed...
Just one last time , a look, a
smile, something to grasp...
The birds fly over head so free
and so tranquil...
I watch them all, each flight not
new but never dismal...
Maybe one bird will have a note
that might say a reason why...
Or maybe I shall walk away and
see this was a goodbye...
The place I sit is absorbed in different
stages of memories...
From a start of coffee to long walks
that formed a love story...
As the trees changed and the seasons
have gone...
There is no escape from this distant bond...
a past experience,not forgotten ....
I've heard stories about you time and time again
I've always wanted to know would we ever be close like friends
I can't talk to you through a photo, the frame or the glass
i want to talk to you in person but that would effect the past
Grandma i never met you but i thought about the day
And the things you would say when you laid your eyes on me
The good times we would have and the laughs that we would love
I believe you are one of God's angels from above
In heaven we will meet in the air and embrace
have many moments that on earth didn't take place
Your kids say they love you and will see you again one day
Grandma take it easy because when i'm gone from here
and on to my final resting place just know that i'm on my way
to see you that very day
Dedicated to: Otealia Seegers
From: Your Granddaughter Kay'Sha Brelle'
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