Wait for me, my sweet heart, don’t go,
About you, I dreamed all my blossoming youth,
My heart serenaded you with my love song,
Alas, they were lost in the whispering wind.
Wait for me, my sweet heart, don’t leave me behind,
With the grace of God, you came to me as a runway star,
With love and affection, we marched on life’s treacherous paths,
On one sad day, you said good bye and never returned.
Wait for me, my sweet heart, don’t leave me alone,
My hope to be with you lingers in my heart,
My joys are desolate, my songs have lonely tunes,
My tears dried in the core of my heart.
Wait for me, my sweet heart, till I am satisfied,
With love overcoming grief, with love conquering all the hurdles,
Till all my dreams and desires get fulfilled,
Sweet heart, please don’t go!
It is National Happy Cat Month (September). Please consider adoption.
Cat: An incomparable companion that smoothes the bumpy road.
She looked at me with somber eyes
enchanting with her wily guise.
Hesitant love became her stance
as she wondered at her sole chance
by blinking lovely golden eyes.
Living life with abuse and lies
never knowing what love implies
cautiously observing askance,
she looked at me.
Asking only for warm allies
and love that her bearing belies
hopeful that this is no mischance
and she may enrich and enhance
my cheerless life with loving ties
she looked at me.
Old Man
Old man asleep on the floor, does he dream of all his years from before. When in his youth he ran wild, digging and being the guardian of the farm where nothing dated go near? Or perhaps of escaping to only go to the pound, were they knew him by name, because of his frequent escapes he perfected to a tee. Graciously greeting him with hugs and treats, he was special to them on each one of his retreats.
This old man brought many years of unconditional love and companionship for me, but the end of his days are drawing near. I am grateful for each of those devoted years 18+ years along with great sadness when the end of his days are here. He's not just a dog but a part of me that will forever go on in my memory.
He sleeps more than usual because his body needs rest to prepare for his adventure he has next. I have no doubt his next adventure will be something he will look forward to, because of how great it will be. His adventure next will be no more old man but of youth and unwavering health in God's great hands.
Old Man
Old man asleep on the floor, does he dream of all his years from before. When in his youth he ran wild, digging and being the guardian of the farm where nothing dated go near? Or perhaps of escaping to only go to the pound, were they knew him by name, because of his frequent escapes he perfected to a tee. Graciously greeting him with hugs and treats, he was special to them on each one of his retreats.
This old man brought many years of unconditional love and companionship for me, but the end of his days are drawing near. I am grateful for each of those devoted years 18+ years along with great sadness when the end of his days are here. He's not just a dog but a part of me that will forever go on in my memory.
He sleeps more than usual because his body needs rest to prepare for his adventure he has next. I have no doubt his next adventure will be something he will look forward to, because of how great it will be. His adventure next will be no more old man but of youth and unwavering health in God's great hands.
Quiet Companion
I’ll lead you
toward your light—
with my shadow
by your side
Remember, please,
as you reach your goal,
step gently—
you walk on my soul
I’ve bloomed past blossom season, a frame held by flesh, fragile.
Wrinkles appear now, near feet left by crow.
You see the grey in the brown, see a patch of scalp showing,
you see the change in my gait, see my once brisk pace slowing.
But you don’t see me. I am no longer desirable, desired,
nor worth a glance from afar. A smile. You don’t see me.
It is just another day
To be used as we like
To choose joy as our companion
Or embolden friction and strife
It is just another hour
To spend as we desire
To embrace love as a mentor
Or wallow in customized mire
It is just another minute
To be valued as a prize
To caress truth as life’s foreplay
Or nestle with deception and lies
It is just another year
To capture the selfie of all time
To magnify the light we’ve been given
Or post our demise by design
Threads of Thoughts
threads of thoughts
ever trail my mind
as a companion
that never leaves me lonely
as I stroll along
the corridors of life
in the stillness of solitude
in the midst of the multitude
at the break of dawn
during sunshine of the day
in the dim shadows of twilight
and darkness of night
as a moment without thought
I cannot be myself.
threads of thoughts
ever stand by my side
as a guardian
surveying my ins and outs
all along my journey
counselling me
on the road ahead
in search of my goal in life
as without them
I would be like a ship
without a captain
that will sail in the wide sea
without knowing
at which port to land
Oh ,my dearest and love some sibling shadow, listen, Are you still staying and living in my beloved soul ?, You are dancing gracefully in my dress of glisten, And you are looking like the darkest glittering coal ,
Wherever I go , you are willingly following me , You are my permanent companion in solitude, Are you a wonderful mirror of my soul of flee ?, Dancing cheerfully with you alone is always chewed, You are purposely speaking louder than words sometimes, That words are more reliable and content of true, You have many impressive stories to tell in nights, Alas , you are vanishing suddenly like a dew , And you hold the brightest and vivid secrets as rights.
It came to me humbly and snatched my sleep,
I then did go to the window and peep,
My eyes were wet and my cheeks were red,
As if- It was my very mind; which all these days was by me- Fed.
It came and quietly vanished,
As if- It could see the kingdom of a king banished,
I felt it leave me and go,
But then, I was so tempted by it, Oh!
I woke-up in silence,
Then sat up with resilience,
Again lied back on the bed,
Thinking about it- As if I was eating an apple red.
I could feel its birth,
With the heat from the flames in the house’s hearth,
What a short-life-span it had,
Even then, making me behind it- Go like mad!
Even in such a short-time,
It gave me memories-both sweet as sugar,
And sour as a glass of water with lime,
But, I still feel- I am a part of it now-
We are even then - Always Together.
I have seen you in pain,
And have also seen what others from it do gain,
I have seen you in joy,
And also how others around you, then, enjoy.
I have seen you in love,
When you hug her with the thought of Now,
I have also seen you cope,
All the odd situations you faced with hope.
I have seen you in my dream,
You are my cake’s sweet cream,
I have seen you everywhere,
Even when you had to go to – Nowhere.
I have seen you in my life,
With you holding both- Flower and Knife,
You are always with me,
I am always with you too!
I want to write a single line, just one,
to hold within my memoir’s quiet space,
where sorrow and joy dissolve together,
becoming something weightless, something whole.
Perhaps it will be my final offering,
the only treasure I take with me.
A life steeped in unrelenting grief—
what else can I craft but a fleeting companion?
The words the world desires are not mine;
I write only for the silence within.
Each line pulled from beneath my skin,
yet they remain nothing but passing echoes.
I write to escape what lingers too long,
to stretch joy before it disappears,
to hush the chaos beneath my ribs,
to find comfort in letters and pauses.
This hollow refuge is all I own,
the journey, once hidden, is now my fate.
Perhaps I will never truly exist
until I write a poem that feels like life.
I Like Your Dog
I like your dog, the one that you got.
I like him because he is here and I’m not.
I like that whenever you give him a bone.
You’ve someone to share with; not eating alone.
I like that you call him a nickname of mine.
I like that he answers it every time.
I like that he’s with you whenever you weep,
And snuggles up close as you drift off to sleep.
I like that he cares for you, just as I would.
I like that he’s constantly faithful and good.
I like that he’s dopey and generates laughter
His silliness making you chuckle long after.
I like that your dog’s a reminder of us.
I’d like to be present when you give him a fuss.
I like that he’s at your side every day,
So though I can’t be there, I know you’re okay.
Our loyal companion chose us
about five years ago
There was no decision to get a cat,
he just kind of moved in
and we instantly fell in love
with his generous affections
In the eye of life's turbulent storm,
I pause to express my heartfelt form
Of gratitude to those who brought a smile,
And lit the darkness with their gentle guile.
To those who gave, who shared, who showed the way,
I say thank you, may your kindness come what may.
To those who offered jobs, and opportunities to grow,
I thank you for your faith, and for helping others to know.
To those who provided sustenance, and nourished my soul,
I thank you for your kindness, and for making me whole.
To those with good intentions, though circumstances did impede,
I thank you still, for your heart was in the right deed.
But to those who brought pain, and caused others to stray,
I ask, why not mend your ways, and start anew today?
To those who forgave, and showed compassion's gentle face,
I thank you for your kindness, and for filling a sacred space.
To those who stood by me, through life's joys and its fears,
I thank you for your presence, and for wiping away my tears.
So let us not be dismayed by what we've left undone,
For the last minutes of the year may yet bring a brighter sun.
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