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On this old adage, let's ponder
'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'
So when we feel from God distance
Know He’s within and not yonder
We look to God for assistance
But ego offers resistance
So we feel separate from source
Not quite aligned with existence
When we feel stirrings of remorse
For our wayward thoughts and deeds coarse
Tremulous heart for God's grace pines
'Tis then soul and darkness divorce
When head and heart with love aligns
We play our role as God assigns
Fears and desires in time recede
His light within finally shines
Love and light as our sturdy steed
All we do is follow it's lead
Boundaries blur, nodes within stir
We become God’s light, as decreed
09-February-2023
Is like saying
“I know my way around every corner, but I’m not allowed to walk through the door”
I lost my first tooth there
And I scraped my knee on the sidewalk out front.
My first cat tommy
Is lying
Bones in the backyard
Grave marked by nothing
But those old dead flowers
I used to live here.
absence makes the heart grow fonder.
This place used to be ours
And if you look
You may be able to find my name
Written on the door frame
Next to a height and age
And the nail sticking out of one of the stairs
That I stepped on
And I fell
And momma put a Band-Aid on the wound in this bathroom
And momma put ice on my head in this bedroom
And kissed me good night under this rattling ceiling fan
and I slept in this old place,
under this cracked ceiling
making faces out of the paint chips
making stories out of the sounds
the fridge
the air conditioner
the cars out front.
I used to live here.
It's my childhood home
But now someone new lives here
I secretly think,
It will always be ours more than anyone else's.
Can you taste the turn of a season
writing a new page on your heart
Can you smell the burning of reason
usher a new age into your art
Can you see the drying up river -
mind-induced matters no longer thought
Can you hear the cry of a giver
giving to a war no longer fought
Can you touch the mind of a poet -
emblazened eyes that see through your self
You might do such, but your mind cannot know it
the mind of the heart dwells somewhere else
Heart or mind, which do I follow
what is the food on which I thrive
Fact or feeling, which should I swallow
which one will keep the soul most alive
The mind is ever prone to wander
from its chains it would be freed
Its absence makes the heart grow fonder
for the two are twins indeed
Written 20 Dec 2020
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Been said many many times
But I'm about as fond as I could be
Methinks I've proved it just fine
So you don't need any of that absence stuff
Do you catch my drift as they say
I'll permit it for maybe an hour or so
But that's it and certainly not a day
There's a very severe penalty you must pay
Should you exceed the allotted limit
A basic one hundred kisses and hugs
Then another twenty-five more per minute
That might seem like a real hefty fine
But it's there to show you how serious
It is to deprive this depraved old soul
He can wind up disoriented and delirious
Bottom line is, please handle me with care
My kind doesn't come along often
Treat me well and I'll be yours forever
And make your dear old heart soften
As I look at the pictures of my unborn son,
I can’t help but feel guilty that I’ll miss his birth.
We have two other children, this is our last one.
I love them all equally, for everything they’re worth.
I’m in the military and have always been prepared
For the chance to serve my country and do my job.
I’ve never left my family, so we’re a little scared.
As we say our goodbyes, we try hard not to sob.
I grab my bags and gear, board the plane, and fly away.
It’s a very long flight, which gives me time to ponder.
As I sit here and think of all the things I wanted to say,
I remember, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
Nobody likes the idea of going off to fight in a war,
But that’s the nature of the world in times like this.
There’s always going to be a good cause to fight for,
Like banding together against bad people that exist.
We battle all day against an enemy that’s got nothing to lose,
Who shoot at us with anger, not caring who they kill.
We fight for everything that’s good because we choose
To help rid the world of evil men and their murderous will.
I’ve missed my family and thought of them every day.
I’ve carried their pictures with me no matter where I’d go.
As I lie here dying, I pray for my wife who’s so far away.
I think about my unborn son and a father he’ll never know.
It’s been years since I’ve passed away and I miss my wife.
From above, I’ve watched my son grow into a fine young man.
He placed a plaque at my grave that was the motto of my life.
This is what he wrote; may it help others to understand.
A Soldier’s duty is to protect the innocent and their rights.
Lady Liberty is our backbone and strength, we fight for her.
”Whether you agree or disagree with the wars we fight,
Since you can use your freedom to protest, thank a Soldier.”*
*Anonymous quote
courtesy sharp pointed objects
(that string of words
doth hoop fully connive fist
(cuffed) around handles of knife
discounting divorce (from wife)
i.e. remaining uncoupled
mandated eventually note hissed
unbridled love and apology
toward thee missus and progeny
who forever did blacklist
das scribe, how objectionable
now, he profusely kissed
mouth of other voluptuous
(zoftig) older women
(consensually, flatteringly, indiscriminately)
and amazingly enough spouse did insist
to forgive, boot never forget.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
thus very little paternal (filial) love expressed
and she chose to live yonder
Oakland, California her temporary dwelling
no matter, her papa blatantly confessed
YES, more'n his eye did wonder.
At present petty coated junction irreparable schism
doth rank as horrendous on par me adopting fascism
forever sullied image ("daddy's girl")
who once thought the world of me
selfish misdeeds buzzfeeding swelling egoism
no more how enlightened I became
ex post facto, pure unconditional acceptance
refracted light risque behavior thru prism
where primary parental accountability
not satisfactorily explained away courtesy
Darwinism (to seed genes), nor chauvinism,
whereby ever since time immemorial
men disregarded and hardened libido
against marital covenant.
my first love, my high school sweet and shy girlfriend.
a feeling never felt before, I prayed it wouldn’t ever end.
the drive-in movies, the carnivals, we did them all in style,
I had no car, to see her, I walked more than a mile.
as years went by, after we wed, the arguments began.
I tried my best to calm the waves, but shattered was my plan.
now on the restless sea, tuna fishing in the hunting season.
I left her in Ohio, I had to leave, I had a single reason.
to see if absence makes the heart grow fonder, as they always say,
I don’t know who “they” are, but in my case it’s just a bad cliche.
months have passed and homeward bound, It’s hard to hide this feeling,
that hopefully she has missed me badly, and we can start the healing.
nowhere to be found, I read the note that felt sharp as a knife,
she wants divorce, she’s with someone, she’s starting a new life.
living in Montana, a rancher now her new found love,
I must not haste to find her, this pain I must now rise above.
what can I say when it’s all over?, give me another chance?
no, when it has died, it’s hard to wake a dead romance.
time has slowly passed, the years have been unkind,
lines upon my face, my fate could well be signed.
one thing I know is true, I had the best years of my life,
to know that once, I had a young and loving wife.
the story is not yet over, the search is not yet done,
someone may walk into my life, and claim me for the one,
the one who’s more than ready, to give my faithful heart,
to someone who will stay, when things may fall apart.
if by chance a new love will be made, in some old fashioned way,
she can count on me, count on the years I will be hers to stay.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Been said many many times
But I'm about as fond as I could be
Methinks I've proved it just fine
So don't need none of that absence stuff
Do you catch my drift as they say
I'll permit it for maybe an hour or so
But that's it and certainly not for a day
There's a very severe penalty you must pay
Should you exceed the allotted limit
A basic one hundred kisses and hugs
Plus another twenty-five more per minute
That might seem like a real hefty fine
But it's there to shown you how serious
It is to deprive this depraved old soul
He can wind up disoriented and delirious
Bottom line is, please handle with care
My kind doesn't come along often
Treat me well and I'll be yours for life
I'll make your heart melt and soften
© Jack Ellison 2013
Having loved my first wife from afar
Jean and I lived many miles apart
so we penned letters to each other
every week we wrote from the heart
For a year this carried on
before deciding on a date
then we grew to love each other
before entering the marriage state
You learn so much about each other
in these letters before you meet
truly knowing inside the person
allowing them to sweep you off your feet
As the famous saying aptly tells
absence makes the heart grow fonder
every weekend couldn't come quick enough
for Jean and I our bond grew stronger
So long distance love can work
when the two are a real match
thinking of nobody else near or far
truly loving your one fond catch
(Just to explain Jean and I were married for less than a year before Jean passed away into Her Lord's presence in 1982, I've now been married to Christine now 25 years.)
Why am I missing you in Wyomissing
In Wyomissing where WiFi waves warp Whitman's words
I'm wiki-wishing scrolling through digitized déjà vu
Mississippi .mp3s Mississauga .gifs Missy Elliott remixes
Mishmash of missed misplaced hyperlinks missing persons
Y-chromosomes yearning in Wyomissing DNA double-helix twisting
Your LOLs a lyric lipslock softly #hissing history rewriting
From Issigeac to Missouri's twisted Twitter feed Insta-stories fleeting
Absence makes the heart grow fonder indeed™ (patent pending).
Persisting thoughts insistent as pop-up ads spam in the place where I lived
Roaming data plans streaming memes gone mad mad libs mad love
Enlisting Siri Alexa cosmic GPS Googling "how to forget ex"
To where your heart might choose to compress decompress or stay perplexed
In Wyomissing I sigh and I sit bit by bit byte by byte
Sky vast as the cloud no storage limit limit does not exist
Committing to journey's jumbled algorithm rhythmic logarithm
To find you love my heart's lost rhythm arrhythmia of the soul
Dismissing doubts like spam keep on insisting
Our love's a flame forever resisting
Extinguishing persisting through trials by fire(wall)
Never desisting crossing all area codes morse codes zip codes
Twisting paths and listless constellations celestial navigation
I'll travel far ignoring Terms & Conditions contractual obligations
Transmitting love my heart's submitting committing omitting
To find you no more words omitting remitting or permitting
So here I am in Wyomissing's embrace interface about-face
Memories of kisses a lingering trace copy-paste ctrl+z can't erase
From Mississippi to Issigeac's charm disarm false alarm
I'll roam the world semantics disarm semantic fields semantic yields
But as I search for truth's revelation information overload
A twist so dark beyond explanation quantum entanglement implodes
In my quest I find a terse text next perplexed hex
From you my love "New phone who dis" Dismissed missed kissed-off list.
In Wyomissing where dreams unravel travel advisory
I learned the truth your heart's new travel Marvel universe multiverse
My heart now shattered can't keep dismissing missing hissing
Y R U ghosting me in Wyomissing Existing in digital abyss sing
Y am I missing U in Wyomissing?