The first time I saw them was amazing.
Both of them had a beauty that would make my heart blush.
Like Hilton and Lohan, they had a pose that would send my heart blazing
Having a conversation with them would make my mind feel rushed.
Especially when Lan would wear a Lara Croft-style dress with flower petals.
Oh, do not be so coy, Lan. We knew that it was hot and that you wanted to capitalize on it
You had class even with flower petals.
Your face is red because you are afraid to admit it! (KISS)
Kathleen was always in a dress fitted to her form
Elegance from a pharmacist, even when the nylons were away from the March weather’s heat
Her physical beauty was matched by her internal beauty from
Her form was complemented by her taste for different cuisines, especially those with meat.
Both of them are beautiful
A sight that is viewtiful
Kathleen is a kind person who strives to be kind to even those who are not kind to her.
She is a musician who loves music and makes it a large part of her life.
She likes to laugh and even laughs at herself when circumstances warrant.
She is a poet, who often handles life by writing about both the pain and joy that takes places in the realm of life.
Cats make her smile in a way that is truly special and she has a very special feline in her life, as well as other felines that live nearby and brighten her days often.
She has two sons who are adults and are trying to find their own place in this big world. She loves them immensely and is there for them when needed.
She shares life with her husband of 31 years, who is truly her soulmate.
Overall, Kathleen lives a full happy life!
There sits a place of graves amidst a copse of oak
That drip with Spanish Moss, each in an eight foot skein.
A thousand graves or more lie 'neath the tree frogs' croak.
Only one cries at night - his soul speaks out, "Kathleen"
3-23-19
Contest Wtiting Challenge 5, March 2019, 4 Lines
Sponsor : Dear Hearts
There was a lady of name Kathleen,
Who was never quite sure where she had been.
So they found her a minder
Who was a lot kinder
And always kept her happy and clean.
Kathleen
My name
is hers.
Sort of.
Similar yet different
because I am.
Altered,
this strong Irish name for a
weak Sicilian nonna.
Heart it was.
Children’s laughter killed her,
roared his grief.
They grew with guilt.
I, inherited the heart
but I am not weak with
this strong Irish name.
Laughter is medicinal.
I live past her years.
Thou dearest, dearest Kathleen, how mine very soul doth pine for thee.
How dare mine cruel sire deign to gaol thee and cleave our love asunder!
Let not thine heart be vexed one whit that I was a party to this dastardly plot!
Night and day I pace these musty castle halls with thee e'er on mine mind.
Thou must have faith that one day I'll rescue thee from thy wretched plight,
That thou shalt be forever mine beautiful princess and I thy faithful knight!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Oh Kathleen! You seem as distant from me
as some ancient nebulous universe
yet near as last night’s dreamy reverie.
Are you just luminous stardust dispersed
into eyes of a starry-eyed lover
by some celestial fairy sandman?
Only to awaken and discover
that your loveliness is nothing more than
a dream imagined. Must I wipe away
this besprinkled magic dust that beguiles
me? To watch your lovely image this day
fade from view, then reappear with a smile
at days end in a dream, again of you.
Oh! Hasten sleep that I may dream anew.
She was a beauty my sweet Kathleen
With auburn hair and eyes of emerald green
I can see her there waiting for me
Back at our home in Kentucky
She didn’t want me to go that day
She cried so when she saw me dressed in gray
I kissed her and said goodbye
Telling her I’d be back and not to cry
Through every battle her face was in front of me
Kept me going for I knew she was home waiting for me
I did come back a broken man
Weary and wounded with only one leg I can now stand
I’m not the man I used to be
I wondered if she still would love me
I stepped off the train and the first face I see
Was my sweet Kathleen waving and running to me
No longer do I feel like half a man
With my sweet Kathleen by my side it is proud I stand
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