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When you came to my life,
I do not remember when I started wanting to be your wife.
Your innocent proposal to me made me spellbound,
My mind had to take no second thought's round,
to say a 'YES' and spend the rest of my life in your arms,
ever increasing my life's charms.
Your capacity to hear,
sometimes makes my eyes shed down a tear.
You always hear my woes,
which many a times keep you on your toes,
preparing ideas for dealing with my foes.
You've been a professional mentor,
who always occupies my heart's center.
You've a poor sense of humor,
but I've never seen you spread any rumor.
It's not that we never fight,
which has given us days both dark and bright,
But Promise me, Promise me- We would always do things that are right,
And I promise you that I would always think of you with a smile before closing my eyes every night ....
-Love Wify to her Dear Hubby on his 30th B'day
This gypsy soul is on the road
It leaves castles far behind
It abandons ghostly mist
which sabotages the caravan of life
It passes along the mountainside
by golden hay fields where daises bloom
By streams of waters which sweeps a withered rose
towards the decayed lumber fume
This gypsy soul is on the road from Edinburgh to Loch Lomond
against high winds,against the rain,against aquatic monsters of pain
This gypsy soul is on the road to the woodlands of your heart
where I would camp inside your tent as our blissful thoughts impart
This gypsy soul within myself and all the woman in me
would wantingly await your fingertips to compose soft pastels'fantasy
The smell of early coffee then fills our empty cups
The song of the cicada would echo in the shrubs
And as the chimney smoke drift sideways in the breeze
as warm dappled light filters through purple pansy leaves
The pressing of my lips would leave their crimson mark below your sun-kissed cheek
My arms would cling around your once muscular physique
We laze upon a hammock strung between two old oak trees
I play on your guitar my hundred melodies
As the incandescent half moon rises above the dusky hue
and orange paper lanternes float high in cobalt blue
We'd chase the opalescent glow of a million firefly
You'd be able to touch me before last embers die
This gypsy soul is on tne road in search to be set free
Across bridges on a journey,your compass -my destiny.
This is a repost of a poem I've written the 30th of April 2014
Had chasing salacious not sparked her curious
Outcast student wouldn’t have bothered to goad
Beguile fellow fifteen year old, sordid suggested
Accompany her on dirty double date, get stoned
Recklessly rush into raunchy actions, clueless
Temptation harvests travesty, tender suspended
Hidden in high laughing heart, slick chimera pelt
Adrenaline aces enamour or war around the corner
Ready to frolic,fight, backpacks bulge with bravado
Lurid drunk promenade, concrete jungle hunt fauna
Onyx drawn eyes harden dark, debauchery dealt
Transfers opioids, rapid ricochet carries cruel cargo
30th May
They’ll never get cold
On May 11th, Hawaii did declare,
The pandemic's end, no longer a scare.
Federal word, the last state to know,
Preparing for changes in the vaccine flow.
Medicaid shifts, seniors in plight,
September 24th, the end in sight.
In early June, insurers did call,
Reassessing coverages, answers to stall.
July brought news, uncertain and grim,
Doctors from Honolulu, prospects dim.
August 13th, a reevaluation came,
Insurance updates, changes to name.
September 4th, last talks in the air,
Doctors and insurers, a tangled affair.
Neighbors noticed a front lanai void,
Paramedics broke in, stained glass destroyed.
September 30th, Hilo Hospital's care,
Unconscious, admitted, a fate to bear.
Rehabilitating now, seeking what's just,
Attorney in tow, a lawsuit a must.
In court, on the prosecutor's side,
Facing defenses, where Luigi will bide.
From issue to hope, a journey so grand,
Manus, Festus, Infestus – a fight at hand.
A violin sings low in sugar sweet voice
their wanton eyes locked in each other
temptation twitching to make a choice
in a burst of euphoria, caress of a lover.
unfurled petals with mesmeric dreams
waiting for vivacious spring to arrive
in heat of lust flutters enflamed beams
words tremble within playful jab and jive
in perfect harmony of paths disaligned
closer and closer... distant as the stars
where water meets sky in horizon behind
stardust swim a sea, for hours and hours
thousand shards broken heart endures
secluded memories in an old rusty box
Even though I know I will never be yours
Yet crippled and euthanized love unlocks.
Inhaling your breath, I flow in your veins
We can hear our hearts beating through
tempest raging a menaced world of pain
in a radiant blush, she says, "I still love you".
Dated 30th November, 2019
Sponsor Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Contest Name Love Me Like You Mean It6
Get me inside quickly and as fast as you can,
please turn the time travel dial to September 1963
Get me to a post office in Washington, D.C.,
so I can send an important letter to Jacque Kennedy.
The letter will tell her about her newest son, Patrick,
ahead of time I will give her his four pound birth weight.
To prove I am ahead, and I know what I am talking about,
I will tell her about my time travel, and warn her of the fate
And that her husband, President John F. Kennedy
is in grave danger, warn her on November 23rd, 1963,
If she lets him go to Dallas and ride in an open limousine,
he will be assassinated at her knee.
Trip number two, will bring me to February 1968,
but I will stay in the same post office. Here is the thing.
I will write a detailed letter to Coretta Scott King,
warning her about the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King.
To prove that I am reliable I will tell her that January 30th,
1956 is the day a bomb
will go off on her porch, but it will not hurt anyone.
After a little sandwich, and a drink in a cold fountain,
I will now dial up August 14th, 1969, and head to the
Catskill Mountains,
It will be splendid to be the first to arrive,
At Woodstock, a day ahead of the crowd
of 400, 000, now I am feeling truly alive.
I will be civil, not puffed up or proud.
I will spend three glorious days enjoying the music here,
enjoying the hip-hugging bell-bottoms, dairy cows, staying clear
of the bra-less women and the minds that are a bit unclear.
My last trip is easy. I will return to two days ago, and from breakfast
re-do that entire day.
I was pretty mean to my husband,
and I would like to stop myself from acting that way.
Sometimes thirty years
feels like a long time
When you’re an old soul
and the hours and minutes
have taken their toll
But there are songs to write
and words to weigh
messages to impart
and things to say
So another song percolates
Flows out onto the table
You sigh deeply
and for a moment feel stable
If only life could be simple
Cause living in your head is lonely
You keep thinking to yourself
“ Has anyone ever known me?”
I could write you a poem
Lighthearted and breezy
But you’re complicated
no one can promise easy
Even though you’re searching for answers
we can read the rings in your wood
Although at times you feel ancient
An old soul can be understood
There are more songs to write
and souls that need caressing
By keeping your words honest
there is release in confessing
For within you resides
a God who is loving
He’s the source of your words
the reason they are bubbling
So take his hand
Never be alone again
He’s older and wiser
and can carry your pain
Happy 30th Birthday
I am a fan of you
(Posted today 30th sept 2020)
I'm not quick to be fanciful
as I tend to explain every mystery
in a natural, rational, scientific way.
Yet one of the few unexplained mysteries in my life
which refuse to be erased from memory
was when there was an earthquake years ago
And both dad and I felt the presence of heavy
ginormous wingspans beating on our roof
as if that huge flying creature
was causing the quaking and shaking of the earth beneath us.
Lots of thoughts still roll in my mind to explain it.
Was it a supernatural Angel causing the jolting
or was it some flying dinosaur like a pterosaur
which hadn't gone extinct but was too evasive and elusive?
to be documented by discoverers.
I could try inking a dactyl on pterodactyls
but I just can't think of a rational explanation of what
we heard and felt but never saw .
Seeing is believing but so is hearing and feeling.
Its wings and flapping wing beat had felt and sounded
like some mammoth bird bigger than an ostrich .
So what in the big wide world was this creature
right on our roof overhead
that we never got to see?
Be quiet
Betrayal was so evident
in your eyes,
Once shimmered bright
in my passion,
Words could not say
so I chose to be quiet !
Waves that once giggled
and created melody,
Humming of the bees
flutter of butterflies,
Everything stood still,
I chose to be quiet !
Followed you everywhere
with my heartbeats,
That now no longer beat,
Emotions that swayed
to the tune of love,
Flowed and flooded
now have dried !
Burning desires
reduced to ashes,
No smoke seen
not a cry,
Could you perceive
my cravings in angst,
and assure me,
A quantum of trust
Why I chose to be quiet ?
Written July 30th , 2015
For contest "Time to B" by Casarah
The echoes of the slam still haunt the air,
A limping ghost, the trauma's heavy share.
The lawyer's words, a hollow, broken plea,
Justice delayed, a cruel eternity.
One year, two years, the clock relentlessly ticks,
Three years of limbo, where the spirit breaks.
The plea bargain looms, a soul-crushing trade,
For freedom lost, a heavy price is paid.
Handcuffs again, a chilling, familiar sting,
Rights recited, a meaningless, hollow thing.
The prison gates, a chasm dark and deep,
Where hope lies buried, and the soul must weep.
But even here, a flicker, faint and small,
A whisper of resilience, rising above it all.
A memory of laughter, a love that still remains,
A promise whispered, that hope will rise again.