Every couple will argue, have conflicts or disagreements,
It's quite normal.
The key is whether both parties are willing,
To make an effort to resolve them.
The pace of life is hard to adapt,
But it's normal.
Those steps in life can be taken gradually
But you must figure it out were the problem lies is
Between the two of you.
Life is just like daily necessities
A thousand things to be taken cared of
Some things may never be fully understood.
If both parties decided to be together,
Then go all in and live your life well.
If one day you feel that you really can't go on,
Then just break up.
Then, if you meet your love, then, love again.
If you don't meet it, then, move back in.
Just like you now, living with Mom and Dad.
The courage to forge ahead,
The courage to retreat,
It's your love and life you choose.
The Meaningless Conversation
by Edmund Siejka
I see my neighbor
He may see me
Or choose not to
We’ve had minor disagreements
In the past
But we always managed
To talk about family
High taxes
Movies
New cars
And faster gadgets
All things small and mundane
Now, he throws a hello my way
And I return with a nod.
Politics,
That short dirty word,
Divided us
Democrat
Republican
I stand my ground
He toes his line
Who is right
Who can be the loudest
Who works the hardest
And who doesn’t
Who waits
And who served.
Sometimes I have to be OK
With not being OK
And just live with the uneasy feeling
Of not agreeing
But it gets tiresome.
When I return home
My wife asks what did you two talk about?
I answer
Oh nothing, nothing at all.
After I'm gone,
when I look back at myself,
I want to see what you see.
Maybe there was a friend,
with laughter in the air,
the warmth of a shared moment,
a bridge built on trust.
Or perhaps an enemy,
a shadow in the distance,
clashing of wills,
the fire of disagreements,
and the lessons buried
beneath the scars.
Maybe a stranger,
just a passerby,
leaving footprints in time,
fading like whispers
in a crowded room.
The most caring person you knew,
a gentle touch,
the quiet strength in a smile,
unfolding like a flower
in the glow of
late afternoon.
Or maybe the one who never cared,
lost in the noise,
the silence of indifference,
a ghost that barely brushed past
your heart.
Perhaps the one you always wished to call,
a dream of closeness,
the endless possibilities
wrapped up in distant hopes.
Or the last soul you wanted near,
the weight of their presence,
the heaviness of longing
that made the air thick and still.
But one thing is certain,
no matter how you see me,
you were there,
woven into my fabric,
a thread in the tapestry of my days,
even if you never really knew me.
A tribute to a friend. Happy Valentines Day!
This Valentines Day , I think of you
All that you did with me, so very true
Authenticity is precious, like a gem
It's important as a flower's stem
With you, anyone knew where they stand
You would say it how it is and understand
No circles, no guessing, no blame to endure...
Even disagreements would help cure
A lost soul and pain of a broken heart
- It was like that from the start -
You passed away suddenly so long ago,
but you still breathe through me in a flow
It carries on and on, this is what I know
Gratitude never fades for all that we had
So, I choose happiness today instead of sad
Heidi Sands
2/14/26
(C)opyright
When men gather to make the laws and settle the day, all seems safe and comforting and well- There are disagreements between them as always, but compromise is always the quest-
But when men hold themselves above this thesis is when dangerous demons will not quell-
It is now for all to stand up against these non truths, never relinquishing to rest-
But when the demons have erupted, they will not easily be dismissed-
They will say they are helping the common man, which most will believe-
Only some will realize the deception, and look back sadly at past days missed-
Then all become restless seeing the true nature of these beasts, bringing final desolution and grief-
Then comes bloodshed and chaos until the next band of men appear, promising help and change- And once again the cycle begins with hope and inspiration for all to feast-
How would the endless cycle be stopped, with thinkers only purveying the same old range- Alas it cannot and will not be haulted, because the nature of man is ruled by its beast-
Friends come and friends go, but some stay through life’s flow
Those are the ones to keep close to your heart, it doesn’t matter how long you’re apart
It’s always the same no matter how long, you start talking through the years, life’s song
Knowing someone though and through, a shoulder to lean on, someone to talk to.
They’d drop what they’re doing to help you out, all you have to do is text ring or shout
They’d give what they have if you’re ever in need, on a different level from others a different breed
You have disagreements, discussions debates, but you never leave angry, always stay mates
A good bit of banter can lighten the mood, they don’t take offence even when it’s rude
My best mate I know will always be there, ready for action, trustworthy fair
They’ll give you a laugh on a night on the town or cheer you up when you’re feeling down
There are people with whom
One might disagree at certain levels.
The dividing levels might even be ones
Of insensitivity, discouragement,
And even hurtfulness.
Notwithstanding such disagreements,
One might yet endorse and support
Such a one on other, more vital levels.
In so doing, one should see it, not as
a conflict of interest, but rather as
a higher view of the big picture.
It had been so long since I’d felt loved and wanted.
Then I met John. We basked in our late-in-life romance.
Gone was the loneliness that had left me feeling haunted.
Our relationship proved I had been wise to take a chance.
Though somewhat set in our ways, we adjusted well,
each accommodating the other. He often mentioned how much
we were alike. We had no serious disagreements. I fell
more deeply in love with him, daily craving his touch.
A year after we met, he proposed. Of course, I said, “YES!”
We retirees in the autumn of life would be together forever
enjoying each other and family, traveling. No stress---
Then came the devastating blow. Forever became never.
He called on Christmas Day, of all times, to say he’d changed his mind.
This man who’d often mentioned how alike we were declared
that we were too different. He made no effort to be kind,
to let me down gently. I doubt he ever loved me—or even cared.
He's been a casket full of bones for for six or seven years.
When I learned of his demise, I deeply sighed but shed no tears.
I know that art’s subjective;
Everyone has different taste,
So one exhibit that I love
Might be, to you, a waste.
The same applies to music –
Some like opera, jazz or blues,
Country, rock and roll or show tunes –
What some pick, I’d never choose.
And what about vacations?
Many opt for beach or isle,
While a city with museums
Is a trip to make me smile.
Disagreements are expected
Where the government’s concerned,
But to me, what’s most upsetting
Is the lesson I have learned…
That no longer can we argue
With civility and poise.
Respect has been replaced with
Lowlife nastiness and noise.
This has come to be accepted –
Points of view can’t be discussed
And the bullies bloviate and leave us
Trampled in the dust.
All terrain passing over sand stones from a distance catering to the hillside the mountain sent down a calming coolness while the barrels of oil leaked my minds eye focused on the stone slabs beneath the mountaintop grinding as the convoy entered the hidden nooks conveyed by night hiding under day teal lavender fabric covered my being hints of dates aroused my senses while meaningful gestures crowded my space chatter invaded this telepathically disdained balance covenant by old disagreements that poured out into the caves my knees trembled as I'm being quite pampered by kings giant screems facing every direction nations gathering for a group meet up my hands are kissed peppermint teas are chills served in brass tea containers looking over the world exploding I am comforted i am safe I am kandahar
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
With folded hands, I ask for forgiveness,
For the things I did wrong, or you did not like,
There is nothing wrong with this realization,
It makes me strong and decisive in life.
In the daily chores, the daily grind starts with dawn,
On the way to work, infuriate many people as I try to get ahead,
Forgive me for the short-sightedness,
As everyone meets their target at their own pace.
Forgive me for not keeping in touch,
Calls not made, ignored, texts never glanced,
For losing touch in the maze of chores,
And closing half-opened emotional doors.
Forgive me for the little fights,
When little disagreements turn into major arguments,
For moments when I fail to see,
The beauty in your constancy.
Come as you are!
Bring what you like.
A childhood favorite!
What you like to make
Memories of past repasts
Share yours, come together.
Expect some chaos, banter, disagreements.
Expect polite dislikes.
Revel in serendipity.
As such, these Potluck Repasts
Delight in no fuss sharing
Spontaneous togetherness
Connecting folks to share a meal.
A gentle knock on my door,
unexpected, yet familiar.
My heart lightens.
Words flow easily,
laughter bubbles up.
Time loses meaning.
Shared silence speaks volumes,
comfortable and warm.
There's no need to pretend.
In moments of darkness,
a steady hand reaches out.
I'm not alone.
Disagreements come,
and honest words are exchanged.
We grow stronger.
Years pass like days,
distance can't separate.
Bonds deepen.
A phone call at midnight,
no explanations needed.
Understanding flows.
Celebrating victories,
however small they seem.
Joy multiplies.
Tears shed together,
burdens shared, halved.
Healing begins.
Imperfections accepted,
flaws embraced.
Unconditional support.
In a world of change,
a constant remains.
Friendship endures.
Looking in your eyes,
I see myself reflected.
Home in another soul.
I am your child
Your flesh and blood
I don't ask for much
Just your love
When I have questions
I want to come to you
And get the answers I seek
That I hope are truthful, too
There will be times when I will challenge
The authority you hold
And you will hold me accountable
For being so bold
My moods may change
From time to time
And trying to understand those phases
Will boggle your mind
The parent/child relationship
Is not always an easy thing
It takes a lot of love and patience
And of course, understanding
So, there will be disagreements
And we may not always see eye to eye
But one thing that will never change
The love between you and I
You and Me
So many vehicles
So many journeys
So many destinations
So many countries
Exploring life
Side by Side
From teenagers to parents to retirees
Copious conversations
Decisions made
Disagreements
Abundant laughter
Grief
Rivers of tears
Music throughout the decades
Silly songs sung
Coffees aplenty
So many years
Side by Side
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