Everyone knows it’s supposed to be me and you.
But because somebody decided to hurt me through you.
Now I have to go on without you.
And close my eyes to forget about you so I can survive.
I’m a poet devoid
of Cliff Notes
dissection
not my thing
Don’t ask me
to explain my words
I’d rather hum
and sing
Explication
penniless
in ghettos
of the word
Where vagrants
pull and tear apart
what only should
— be heard
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: January, 2024)
The moon was peeking through the naked trees
The breeze that blew that day had gone to bed
A lonely nightingale perched overhead
Harassed the silence with his sad reprise
The creaking porch swing's old familiar tune
No fitting lyrics could I ever write
To my sweet love on this warm firefly night
The melancholic song I'd never croon
Ten trillion stars, a shimmering chemise
Which cloaked the sky in sparkles green and red
Connected by the rays of golden thread
How could one tire, admiring nights like these?
Upon magnolia trees, blossoms were strewn
The nightingale heard her call and took flight
I might sit here until the morning light
Like days of old, these nights would make us swoon
Jenna no longer has access to her account, and she has asked if I would post this for her.
These would be her last thoughts to Milt ~
Gone is the glint of your smile and poetic words
No longer will they glow on your poetry pages
How cruel was the fate of your mortal existence
that wounded my heart without scarring the flesh
In mourning am I that your last breath was taken
before I could whisper, "fond adieu and farewell"
Your life has dimmed, embers burned to ashes
Tears flow for your spark, extinguished in the dark
You live in the echoes of my treasured memories
but never to fray like unraveling loose threads
My fingers tremble with ardent emotion as I write,
Forever you will remain imprinted upon my heart
And when I hear the call of a meadowlark's trill
I will smile and imagine that you are still here
*Thank you, Tania, for using Milt's meadowlark quote on
your poem, 'A Heavenly Rest in Peace. 'It helped me find
the perfect final line for my thoughts.
A STINGING REVENGE by Tom Cunningham
A husband was found out playing away
His wife not happy vowed to make him pay
Caught them in their bed
Both were butt naked
She threw fire ants over them as they lay...
Jenna's addition
She caught them in bed and cursed them in rants
Still covering the cheaters with fire ants
Red pustules were stinging
But she kept on slinging
That should teach him to stop dropping his pants
Posted with Tom's permission. Thank you!
My gorgeous Logan
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Oh my gorgeous little bruiser
Grandads special little boozer
With buckets full of fun and
mischief by the cart full
Our very own dodger so very artful
Your in and your out
your up and your down
but it’s always the
washing machine where you’ll be found
Showing no sign of
ever slowing down
My special little boozer
With bags full of energy
your our very own
little trooper
I love it when you give me hugs and kisses
When I can’t be there and don’t see you that’s what grandad really misses
So for the short time we’re apart I’ll keep all them kisses right here in my heart
And that just leaves one thing to be spoken
my promise to you
that our bond will
never be broken
I’ll love you always my precious little
Logan
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XXXX
Love grandad
Lenient friend that is a genius in all aspects of life – he serves me smiles on a clean slate
Obedient and wise, at least in my eyes
Gratitude is in his nature and that’s no lies
Adventurous and hardworking, extra friendly and extraordinary
Never said anything offensive to me because he’s benevolent and considerate
To be exact, he is intelligent, gifted and talented in many ways
Oh, how I appreciate holding a conversation with Logan, my good friend from the east side of the United States – he is a cat person even! That’s brilliant and same here…
Did I express enough of his awesomeness in this abstract acrostic?
Delighted to know that he will be a trustworthy friend forevermore…
I loved him at first sight.
Blue eyes and a subtle smile,
Stole my heart in one night.
We snuggled for a long while.
The wait had finally ended.
Long, thin, and lanky –
Perfection had descended.
Even though, at times cranky.
I saw innocence in those eyes.
A pure trust I must fulfill.
Purring like a kitten, then cries.
To know him at last was a thrill.
He is a blessing, a gift so rare,
Brought me joys and sorrows.
We have years, yet to share.
Always, I hope for tomorrows.
I thank God for his curiosity.
He laughs even when he is sick.
Grabs hold of every adversity.
Adding entertainment to the mix.
He goes to daycare, I must confess.
Then, the perpetual motion begins.
Active? Yes. Cooperative? Yes.
That grandson of mine is full of grins.
October 29, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest Sketch a Character - Poetry Contest
Sponsor gautami phookan
keep my pace, stupid as others are, horizons belong for us not other than, steal my heart
whenever opprotunity presents a kick to the chest. just like you did shameless ill natured
proving yourself a fool.
Life is hard and complicated for me
Raising my three girls is not real easy,
But I am there by there side holding them up with confidence and pride,
I've made my mistakes as every one does but I am past that now and I am full of love,
I see my mistakes and I'll never go back to that hard life when I fell in my tracks,
My girls are the most important thing to me for their nick names are.....
Logie,lexi,and lili.
Logan’s such a beast
he mowed over me at least half a dozen times
when we played tackle football by the tracks today
“If you’re such a beast, run over there and stop that train!”
I wanted you from the start
when you were born you
stole my heart.
I wanted to raise you with
your dad by your side, that
didn't happen and, yes son I cried.
I didn't want to raise you alone
so, I moved us back to my home
town.
To give you grandparents, uncles
and, aunts to spoil you rotten,
to love you to death.
As a single mom I tried to do
the best I truly could for you.
Now, your almost 25 and my how
the years have truly flown by
and though we don't see eye to eye
I hope one day Logan you will see,
how much you truly mean to me.
I love you Logan,
Mom