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A Dad's Answer To a Broken Heart

If I could do one thing for you
I tell you what I would do
I would harness the stars and maybe Mars
And deliver them to you
I would take moon glow and produce a show
The world would not soon forget
Then I would pack it up in a China cup
And serve it to you alone
You see one of the charms
Is to throw my arms
Tightly around my girl and dance with her
Cause quite a stir and leave no doubt how I feel
The world can be cruel but
Remember this little rule and keep it in your heart
I'm your dad and when you are sad
is when my love will start
To grow even more than it was before.
I don't know how but I know it now
You can always count on me
So rest assured you are not ignored
I love you with all my heart


Premium Member Silence

Silence

Tears fell upon broken glass
A door that once stood tall is in shambles
The fear of spoken word is strong
A hand trembling too much to write
A haunting love deviates from its course
And all that remains is the silence
The silence of a broken heart

The words spoken in anger echo
Resounding in the hollow of my soul
As good as a celibate is to continuing life
My best efforts to climb the vine were in vein
For now I see that I have fallen again
Like a lost flower trying to push through concrete
My efforts were damned from the start

When a spoken word is like a dagger
It's better to remain silent and say not a word
For the words could form the paragraph of my demise
Spoken with the eloquence of drunken rage
Thus I thrust myself behind walls to hide myself
Because to cry and bear weakness before others
Is to give them the dagger of spoken word

My tears have fallen on shards of glass
The walls are cracked and threatening to fall
But I'm so afraid to leave myself naked
Before demons who would use it against me
And strike me at my frailest moments
That I turn to this silence
The silence of a broken heart

The Child

Welcome to the world
My precious Little One
The personification of innocence
A bond never to be undone

Holding you in my arms
For the very first time
Bridges the expanse
Between the Earthly and the Divine

Mere words cannot describe
The love that fills my heart
And our journey here together
Is merely at its start

As you grow, I will teach
As you question, I will guide
And with unconditional love
I will be forever by your side

Your triumphs we will celebrate
Your trials we will endure
Tears induced by both joy and by pain
But with intentions that are certainly pure 

The sands in the hourglass
May cause our paths to part
But the mere sound of your voice 
Can easily mend a broken heart

For as the years forge forward
And time spent together grows ever more short
The harsh reality sets in
That some lessons must be learned and not taught

I can only pray you do not struggle
And you find the strength to be the best you can be
But there is no greater sense of pride 
Than when I look into your eyes … and see me …
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Technology and a Broken Heart

A rag of a paper from a lifetime that's gone,
Replaced by a small microchip.
The feel of those words in the palm of your hands,
That the ends of your fingers would grip.

And the hands of a surgeon juggling his craft,
Or the journalist reporting the news.
All replaced with perfect mechanical arms,
On an internet with millions of views.

Already we yearn for the art of the human,
Who'd do the best that he could with few fails.
Spinning their yarn with small human insights,
And yet covering all important details.

And the car indicator you pushed to turn off,
Or the window you wound to pull down.
We miss the old life of being involved,
When computers didn't run the whole town.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member She Was Gone

He had planned to marry her,
 to consecrate his vows in holy matrimony
 But those delicate sentiments had been shattered
 by his own actions,  his awakening came too late,
 There was nothing left to mediate..

 He was in delirium after she departed,
  She laughed at his obtuse explanation 
 for why he cheated, slamming the door as she left
 it was over, finished, done!

 The wealth of blissful emotions that love provided
 Had been replaced with the indigent emotions of a broken heart
 His egregious actions left him saddened, 
 Hours later he stumbled out of a bar 
 Having drowned his sorrows in the abyss of his pain.

 8-20-19
 Eight Word Challenge 9 Contest
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© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member My Sanctuary

With tears and a broken heart, I sat alone in the church I grew up in.*
It was just 15 years ago, but life was simpler, and I was innocent back then.
Life is complicated now, and I needed time to myself to meditate and pray.
Perhaps I will open up and share my heart, seeking counsel on a future day.

It's quiet, a sanctuary with dimmed lights, and I sense the presence of God.
My parents warned me that there would be days like this, but I did not imagine this hard. It's a silent presence, free of musical instruments, voices, or the sounds of others. My soul feels lost, my heart is disturbed, but here I find a refuge from my struggles.

I'm being tested and tempted; and swimming up stream, I need God's strength to keep above waters. Without God I cannot navigate the coldness of life or keep from sinking too deep. So many kids finish high school and begin to drift and turn away from the way they were taught. They are influenced by their peers and college teachers, and start doing things they ought not. 

In my heart I know my folks are right, and I refuse to be mislead, even at the cost of being odd and alone. When I come to the sanctuary, initially I hear loud voices and the pulse beats of a thousand wrongs. But after a while, tears of joy, a sense of peace and security cover me like a warm winter blanket.
So I'll keep coming to my childhood pews where I found Christ who toughens and beautifies like granite.

121620PSCtest, A Rhyme Story-Poem With Eyes Open, Mystic Rose Rose
*Story Poem based on a photo.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Neglect

"The worst feeling is to be ignored once, then twice, 
then again and again by someone you consider precious."
                                 by Betsy Kenton

Life's bittersweet lessons have taught me well
that on the ones we love most, we should dwell.
Not chained or tethered as a master to his slave.
Love, given freely will not yield reason to grieve,
but if neglected, a broken heart will perceive
the bond's been broken and passion it will waive.

Do not express your tender words of devotion
and later tell me you were wrought with emotion.
I'd rather not have known the taste of your lips
if now you ignore me with indifference and neglect.
I'd walk away from you if treated with disrespect,
if what you once felt is in the state of total eclipse.

Love can bring tears of sadness or joy to one's eyes.
To be slighted or snubbed can lead to ardor's demise,
but to be cherished in love's embrace fulfills the need
of nurturing each other as dew sates a flower's thirst.
Being slighted by someone you hold dear is the worst
feeling when the roots wither after planting love's seed.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member May Day

Transition 
between spring and summer, Santa Monica and Laguna Beach
despair to laughter, classroom to Zoom
Pagan festival brings renewal cinema:  

In honor of May Day
Climbing 2200 feet 
Encircled by a bed of yellow wild flowers

Special bonfires kindled
Yellow May flowers summon an eject on Big Bend trail

Screaming flames 
                      off-beat-dancing inside shoulder joint
Roaring numb sinking deep 
                      Beneath the puncture wound 
Rainbow bruises cook up 
                      one sexy hip
                      bloody lemonade rocking the carry-on bag
Bathe in wizard of Opium and Tylenol
Restless nights sneaking up without Full Moon’s warning

First time, may not
be the last – your suffering called forth 
                      my morning dews

A time 
to pray:  May Tim and Paula watch over their beloved son
                      Safe and sound

Pagan festival brings 
return of passion and vitality, self-healing and silent harmony:  

Waves of euphoria without safety net ^ exponentially
     Detach   why > how > what > where > when 
     Immeasurable bliss
     Aura of delirious tenderness – yet fruitful
     Inherent presence – raw and unprotected
     Unspoken immersion in realm of whole heartedness

Take nothing
     for granted – from a simple bike ride to shampooing hair in kitchen sink
     to 
     wrestle with arm sling
There are no mistakes in this Universe

Take nothing
     for granted – from chopping garlic cloves to a divine prayer
     to
     welcome home kisses
There are no mistakes in this Universe

Take nothing
     for granted – from mending torn muscles to sew up a broken heart 
     to 
     sponge a wrecked body of Fluffy Bunny
There are no mistakes in this Universe

Take nothing
     for granted – from birds chanting and porched eggs in the morning
     to 
     wake up ’sleepyhead’
There are no mistakes in this Universe

Embarking upon this most sacred timeless unification
Pagan festival brings the new norm:

Life In a Moment

We live life in a moment
Then in a second, it's gone
No one under the sun can explain.
Why we can't have it twice.

And when we are gone.
To where we can't even paint a fair picture about.
Heaven or hell.
No one knows better than the Almighty Himself.
Who is there to tell us,
 About the ones we leave behind?
The emptiness we leave in their lives.
The tears they never stop shedding.

All the days of our lives
The quest for happiness never ends
And where can we find it,
To even the least satisfaction?
When we know not,
About what a second changes in our journey.

At a loss of a loved one.
Second after the other.
Some leave us because they found better.
Others never understand us.
And choose not to stay
Yet, while we hope for one to look back someday.
We are constantly robbed of the ones that mean the whole world to us.

Sadly, we can never get them back.
Not even with the latest technology.
No scientific theory provides a way possible.
No invention.
No machine can preserve a good memory shared.
Except for our broken hearts.
And our bruised ego.

We are left empty and in pieces.
Torn apart by the misery.
Tormented by the fact that some are gone and never coming back.
We cry, we sob.
Just to get some relief.
Choking on our greatest fear.
With holes bored deep in our hearts.
Tears in our eyes.
And no words on our still lips.
Trying to believe 
That even when its stone cold.
We shall be okay.

A broken heart,
Is a heart that's been loved.
It pains to lose.
We don't wanna be left alone.
But we pray for peace
Wherever they go.
We pray for comfort
In our troubled souls.
We live life in a moment.
Live it to the fullest.

Premium Member Bluer Than Blue

In the deepness of night
When angels nod off to sleep
As the stars dim their bright
When shadows seem to weep

The stillness of life within a breath
The trueness of love evaporates into myth
Nothing as is good is it ever was good
Something embellish becomes reality understood

Dreams are bits of a broken heart
Dreams can end before they start
Cling to love that is no longer true
Veils you within layers bluer than blue

Bluer than blue my love you left me so
Bluer than blue my love I can't let you go
Bluer than blue my love my heart broke in two
Because I still love you I am bluer than blue.
Form: Rhyme

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