As I sit here remembering the day we first met
You filled my heart with happiness I won’t forget
A beautiful smile that brightens up my day
Eyes that shine like diamonds under a moonlit sky
Little did I know you were broken inside
As all I wanted was to be by your side
A caring heart for all to see
Hope there’s enough room in there for me
Give me your heart so I can caress
As making you happy is what I do best
I want to hold you in my arms
To protect you from other people’s harm
Time and time others have been mean
As they don’t know how to treat you like a queen
As my love for you keeps getting strong
I look at you and hope nothing will go wrong
I have been hurt many times before
But being with you is all I ask for
As I'm looking at my laptops glare
I see that there is someone there
I can't see any eyes or nose
But I can see ears, I suppose
Little did I know, it was he
The laptops glare was a glare of me!
This life is a fierce battlefield,
Little did I know before my birth,
My weapons should have been better honed,
So no earthly force could conquer me.
Friends I made while I was nobody,
Turned to foes when I sought to be somebody,
Those I loved with all my heart and soul
Blew pepper in my eyes when vision blurred.
Deceit comes robed in sheep's clothing,
But in its mouth lie poisonous fangs,
Mental torture is their specialty –
They wield it without a flicker of remorse.
When I wept from the pains they inflicted,
They dried my tears with clean handkerchiefs,
Their smiles conceal their bitter hearts,
Veiled in peace, their souls steeped in a vile bile.
Why were some people made just to hate?
They rejoice when they see their friends cry,
They are logs happier as stumbling blocks.
Than as bridges across a stormy river.
Had I come with my own weapons,
Their jugular would have been severed
To drain their wickedness till dry,
To purge their hearts of bitterness till empty,
And plant in their minds true love to grow.
The sanguine sun just waved goodbye
and hides in the silhouettes
of hills in wilderness;
But, I still stand here between the line
that separates night from day;
No phone in my pocket only my own,
my own weary self
escaping from the city's endless hustle;
To slow down, that is my aim . Hence, I am here.
But little did I know, the howling wilderness
has been waiting long for me
her howling I didnt hear~
busy with life's twists and turns
that I forgot to remove the earpiece
I've been wearing day by day.
Now, without anything, I heed the wilderness,
the forgotten language once I have known;
I begin to recall and like an old friend, I talk to her
and as she listens to my poor self,
the howling stops~
I heard myself
I found LOVE.
Deceit is a silent killer
Yet so many wear it well
They master the art of pretending
And call the mask a shield.
Like her
She crowned me with tender lies
Draped in robes of sweet illusion
And I, the fool, saw no disguise.
I was blind
To the poison in her touch
Too drunk on the way she smiled
Too far gone to feel the clutch.
I mistook the trap for tenderness
The dagger for a kiss
Wrapped in warmth that withered me
And still, I called it bliss.
Little did I know
I was held by hands that planned my fall
In the arms of lovely hate
Until I lost it all.
The day started, but little did I know it would be an end to my dreams,
That what was about to happen would end up with a long gut-wrenching scream,
The weather was grey, the dark sky was threatening rain,
I was nearing a world of excruciating pain.
When we met it was with a smile, a hug and a looking forward stare,
Neither of us knowing what was to come so we continued without any care.
We sat side by side holding hands and waiting,
We talked, planning our future both happily innovating,
Then the call came, we were next into the room,
The room was dark, it felt as if it was full of gloom.
We sat together, still holding each other’s hand,
The man behind the desk looked sad, his skin was milky, sort of bland.
He looked up and said he had bad news,
He just said we have run out of options, there’s nothing more to choose,
He said the woman I loved was going to die,
I just went blank, I couldn’t even cry.
He said she had days, days not even a week,
We knew we had lost everything we had wanted to seek.
But this day was done, it certainly was not I had dreamed,
It was the day to abandon everything inside I just screamed.
As I am walking through the alley of despair, all I see is pain
Gently, eyeing the windows of the person’s soul and hiding my love to be bare
So far it has become my bane
When I was in love with her, it met with a stare
Decisions of the past have crippled your heart
I could not say the three words that kept me for you at a glow
Your smiles once did their purpose; however, they have failed to put my life with a start
Your life and words went with the wind in a blow
My lips spoke about you to the eternal fire
I believed that you were the final one in the string of my beads
Little did I know that the eternal flame was a pyre
It was there to burn my wants as they were not my needs
I cry not with water but with tears of blood
My tears are of blood
My relationship with him was of short duration,
And very little did I know of or about him. But,
I learned a very valuable lesson from Darrel.
I was a part of a prayer meeting at our church,
and it was at this event that I net Darrel. Even
though such meetings are great to help us grow,
Like most prayer meetings, only a few people show.
I wish we all felt free and unthreatened as my friend
Darrel who never felt any pressure to pray out loud.
He simply sat there and absorbed the Presence of God.
Darrel's wife was well known and active in the church;
But unlike her, my friend Darrel was a stranger to most.
We had just recently began to acquaint ourselves, and
I'm certain that we would have become best of friends.
Darrel passed away after briefly attending prayer meetings.
We often remember people for the things they openly said and
did. I remember Darrel for what he taught me about what he did
not do or did not say; about his quietness, stillness, calmness, and steadiness. I tell you, he was like a visiting angel that showed up
once a week just to be with us.
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Little did I know it
I might be a poet
Though I know it will take time
To get in the groove
If my legs can't move, then writing will do.
I never know what to say
It's like getting caught in the rain
Or tip toeing past your parents room at night
It's like sitting with the wind,
Getting caught in your hair
And at just the right moment
Someone stops to stare
I have to work on the flow,
It's like rowing a boat
But what about the scenery
Im in the garden of time,
I don't really mind.
It's calming, the greenery.
And the way that the time passes me by.
It's hard not to get stuck there.
The sound of the waterfall is a delight
Its like getting the rhyme right
Somewhat like a wind chime
But isn't there more
Like a story to adore, I cant let it be a bore, right?
Where do I go from here, I guess we'll see
A poet who didn't know it, is it meant to be?
MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND
(by Michelle L. LeBlanc 03/16/2025)
Dedicated to Connie Steeves
Our friendship goes way back
I believe we were in grade 3?
In our brown and beige uniforms
At Lower Coverdale Christian Academy
At first, I hung out with your sister
But little did I ever know
That we would become much closer
And our friendship would surely grow
I remember you and your family
Would always sit in the second pew
Little did I know at that time
All the trouble you were going through
Despite it all, you found your smile
And we certainly had lots of fun
Especially in our teenage years
At Messiah Youth Mission, we sung
You always loved me so dearly
And for that I will never forget
Friends didn't come so easy for me then
But on your friendship, I could bet
Though we lost touch throughout the years
I'm so happy we found each other again
Oh how I love you so much
My dear, Connie, my oldest childhood friend
And now I have to say goodbye
Your friendship I will surely miss
Please know how much I love you
As our memories we reminisce!
I won't write how I feel, so I won't have an excuse to go back to him
I won't tell anyone what I'm going through, so he won't know he has to come back to me
I will stop hinting him through my actions and I'll act exactly opposite
I'll put an end to the very sweet girl I was for him
From today I stop being loyal to the man I assumed he was
For he stopped trusting me for the woman he assumed I was
I used to believe all I had to was to gain his trust but little did I know I would be losing faith of my own
I won't brag about my lovely boy because I lost him
Or maybe he never was mine to begin with
Was it that I was blinded by the love that existed inside him
Or was it all just a mere make-belief
Now I'm taking big steps and you're not here to see it
It's so hard to wish good morning to someone else
When it should have been you instead
And just like that I know
Chico was lied to
Because The eyes, Chico, they always lie.
One day
I was told about this maze
And I walked to it,
Amazed.
I turned one corner to the next
I even marked my way
Lost i am, lest!
I wonder what the reward could be
As I see the first sign
Would it be joy, or would it not be.
I found the first prize
Strong and comfortable
The haven did look nice
But i sensed it was cold, that I was able!
I flew the nest
Back into the maze
Searching for the best.
In and in I went
Guided by light, care and laughter
Seemed that my heart it mend.
I found the light
Glowing warm
Little did I know
Going closer hurts, farther bright!
Cold and burnt
Back into the maze
Clueless I wander.
I find a blanket
Only to be taken
Before I even protect.
I then find a cool stream
It’s water soothing
And its melody, smooth as is cream.
I reach out
With my cold, burnt hands
Only to hit
My bed’s wooden plank.
I never mourned a lost dream
But I do now
Not since it’s the long lost cool stream
But because
It was not just a dream!
I did tell you before
About all the things that made me cry
and made my heart sore.
I remember begging you to never lie
as lies had torn me apart in the past.
Your assurance seemed so true
I just never knew it wouldn’t last.
and you never gave out any clue.
Or maybe because I betrayed myself
and chose to believe you.
Just like a new book pilled on a shelf
I allowed you to use me, too.
You enjoyed turning me all over
Forgetting how relieved I was when you took me
and swore to give a hand only to give me a cold shoulder.
Your “I love you” texts made me feel appreciated
Little did I know, I wasn’t the only one receiving them.
When I was smiling over your text
Someone else was smiling for them also.
I’ve seen people go through this ‘falso’.
I did not think I was next.
That’s funny right? Now everything’s complicated,
I should’ve know that loving is a cherem.
Cherem- something given over to the lord or under a ban
Falso- Spanish word translating to false or fake in English.
They surrounded me
With utter hatred
Flying in sting
Sting yellow jacket
Pain and swelling
Filled my hands
Oh what burning
These brilliant yet
Barbaric creatures
Can inflict upon a soul
My innocent composure
Was just trying to fix
Rotten wood
Devious yellow striped
Whipper smackers
Of ill will do they know?
Obviously or they would
Be equipped with
Some other form
Of defense by design
They say they can
Remember faces
Well two weeks ago
I filled their humble
Cantankerous abode
With foam sealant
Obviously today I
Thought I was safe
Little did I know
Pelted with flying
Carnivorous yellow
And black hellraisers’
They must have
Remembered me
Thank God for advil
And calamine lotion
The war will finish
Tonight at dusk
When my wasp
And hornet killer
Shall take back
My home.
There are these lessons I locked away
Buried deep where my soul's shadows play.
Lessons from the childhood tales I was told
On how to be a man, brave and bold.
As a child, I grew up, gay and bold
Son of a village teacher paid in Gold
I had everything a village boy could desire
Love and opportunities to inspire.
Little did I know life demands more
Than love and dreams of kissing the skies
It needs a heart to endure pains
And a body that withstands life's rains.
Now I'm grown, yet still I feel stuck
Were all those candies traps in disguise?
I may have lived a childhood spun from lies
Now trying to escape yesterday's snares.
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