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A wish and a prayer
17/05/2018
Quietly I comtemplate what could have been,
And realise I really am living the dream.
I don’t dwell on the wreckage, the carnage of my past,
I reflect I digest and it allows my angst to pass.
Strength is gained from what doesn’t kill you,
Like a Phoenix you emerge, clean, bright and new.
With new perspective and zest grab life’s Bull,
By the horns with might, living life to the full.
I plodded along doing what I thought was my best,
Without ever really putting myself to the test.
And then by a bolt of lighting I’m struck,
With a beautiful message and a change of luck.
An Angel from my past felt my pain from afar,
So she sent out a prayer and wished on a star.
Her prayer was answered and my dreams came true,
For I’ve never been happier since I found you.
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I love thee not but only when
in morning time the daisies sway,
and blackbirds trill and do convey
that dusk turns dawn to strive again;
like fragile boats that go astray
in wild and roaring boundless seas,
bit by bit all unknowingly
to sense thy touch my nerves decay.
I love thee not but all noontide
when hopelessly sunshine I chase,
and go all out yet can't erase
my timeless angst that burns inside;
from all the ends and every place
thy gentle odours slowly creep,
and seduce me to fall and sleep
remembering thy sweet embrace.
I love thee not but every night
when splintered hopes I blend anew,
and pleasant thoughts all raw and true
do strike my breast to paint and write;
through moon and stars with vivid hues
thy sweet face enhances the sky,
and bit by bit through lows and highs
I better in my dreams love you.
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We stood apart waiting for dusk to fall
pale the light that may not bring us to next week:
Both of us wanted ties of chains relieved
you from angst, and I from not loving enough.
Then you entered into a gentle maze of just how
time drained pool of years I barely recalled,
our moments chilled by desperate silence
while late-night marked your face, ashen.
And there you were, beautiful in dew’s reflection
sharing the glee from our early anniversaries
when days held our pledge, ' for better or worse, '
as I unveiled this mask I dared not shed.
Back and forth you whispered like fragrant mist
tracing our breakthroughs when stars grew narrow;
until we slowly choked on milestones
of owned joys and trials …I listened, listened.
A fool, I cannot ride the last sunset without her,
then she asked," is there anything you need to say?"
“My love, I promise to fill my heart's absence
oh we must go on; charmed life is ours, evermore."
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Contest of Silent One: Love Story
~ from a man's point of view~
Re-post 11/3/2017
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A slight hint of consternation was in her voice,
“Why did you tell those people I’m deaf and dumb?”
“I never said you were deaf, my Dear.”
She laughed, but I kinda felt like a bum.
Hell. It was just a joke.
One evening, she asked, “Will you love me if I get chubby?”
I responded, “Of course I still love you.
It would take much more than pounds and cellulite
To make me fall out of love…it’s true.”
Hell. It was just a joke.
“Would you remarry if I die before you?” she asked.
I said, “No…probably not…I’ve been spoiled by you.”
“But you’ve been a great husband. I think you should.”
“Whatever happens, happens is the best I can do.”
“If you remarried, would you play golf with your new wife?
And would you let her use my clubs?” she demanded.
I calmly smiled and said, “Your clubs are safe.
You see, my Dear…she’s left handed.”
Hell. It was just a joke.
Then, she whined and whined about her butt.
I responded, “Want to knock some inches off that ass?
It may sound strange, but I heard it works….
Rinse all your panties in Slim Fast.”
Hell. It was just a joke.
The next day, I readied for work, took ‘undies’ from my drawer.
They were engulfed in a fog of white, why I didn’t know.
So, I asked, “Honey! Why did you put talcum powder on my shorts?”
She slyly smiled, “That’s not talcum powder. That’s Miracle Gro.”
Hell. It was just a joke....I guess.
So, what is my wife’s most endearing feature?
Her sense of humor.... there’s no doubt.
Always a smile where angst or anger might have been,
A smile I never want to be without.
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Way out in the desert
Off Highway 89
My young life
Tossed in tempest
Till I met a Lady fine
Angst had risen in me
Life seemed like a sore
But then
A sweet thing happened
Linda moved next door
Her kindness,
Such a shining light
Her wisdom deep
Her smile bright
You'd think she'd see
Me as a pest...
But no, she reached
Out sweet request
And always she invited me
As part of her sweet family
And I, oh dear, I was no Saint
But still, she never aimed complaint
A bit too young to call her mother
But how I felt she was my 'Other
A faith she held within her heart
Love, joy, peace, she would impart
She knew me well, knew some, my hell
She watched me climb, (I never fell)
When returning from my Junior High
Locked out from my house so I
Climbed up the fence, (to her suspense)
And through my bedroom window thence
When finally my mom came home
From shopping trip from where she'd rome
Dear Linda saw my peeping face
Peep through my window curtains lace
And lift my window, then my climb
Back to the ground, and just in time
I'd stroll into our home's back door
Like a million times before
Mother laughed on seeing me,
I'd been locked out
She had the key...
But next-door Linda laughed in glee
My secret she held faithfully :)
Mother believed I, locked outside,
Would sweat the sunshine, hot n' fried
Yet always appeared cool and sweet
Knew not my entry quite discrete.
And then I'd ask to go next door
With my sweet friend whose love galore
Made my life much happier
A precious friend, that is for sure
Memories, that long time ago
And I am still washed in her glow
So many joys to me she's brought
And numerous, her lessons taught
I spoke with my dear friend today
Though she lives so far away
She's still so precious, dear and kind
And such a jewel, is hard to find
Her life is lived in faithfulness
Oh Father, thank You, and please bless
My precious Linda, so dear to me
A friend, for all, eternity
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