Long Aches Poems
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I can accept the wrinkles
The graying of the hair
The balding spot that sits on top
The memory that goes no where
The groans I make as I start my day
Before the aches and pains subside
Yes I can accept all this and more
As just another part of life
What I can't accept is the simple fact
I'll soon leave all this behind
As I take that final wisp of breath
Rolling over to the other side
Leaving those to which I've grown close
Through the laughter, trials, and tears
As we've held each other steady
After all these many years
The closer I get to deaths edge
The more on life I ponder
Yes most of this I can accept
In one form or another
But leaving behind the ones I love
I sometimes have to wonder...
I want to save you. I want to pull you from that ledge and pry that bottle from your hands. I will destroy that needle that you have buried in your veins time and time again. Let me put my arms around you and protect you from all the evil that has penetrated this world. Your happiness is my catalyst, your joy my delight. My heart aches for you when you are hurting and I know that you are right now. Can I help? Can I be there for you to talk you through it, or just listen to you vent? I will sit silently with you while you decide if you even care to converse. I will walk beside you in quiet places or take the lead if you prefer. I will follow, or remain behind should you choose to walk alone. When you are ready, I can help you devise a plan of action or encourage your ideas.
Here is my shoulder to cry on, my ear to lend and my heart to comfort you. Feel free to let me in. I can keep your secret for I have many that I have never revealed, simply because I was asked not to. I'm here for you day or night. Try me. I am your friend- you just don't know it yet.
Many a year so far
a sweet sensation would within surge
as back to school season
has just begun..
The feelings of a child
eager and joyful
to pile notebooks, pencils and pens
excited to have them all in a schoolbag..
Even as a teacher
that sweet habit, that unique joy
got wild much more!
a deep conception
that a smile, a word
could change a world
a strong conviction
that teaching is a vocation
a mind trained to train
a heart able to see and comprehend
confused faces
gazing at you
seeking the secret of success!
day dreamers, untamed teens
aspiring to reach and own
the treasure within..
Many a year by this time
soul and whole
I would wonder
what would I utter
of words
willing to sow the seeds of passion
in virgin lands
to instill a love of learning
a deep sensitivity
to guide to goals
to cultivate creativity..
What would I teach of lessons
use of methods
to inspire young souls
and their imagination kindle!
Now I’m back to school
with a load on the heart
a sense of culpability
torn about what I should
and must do..
The world of teaching
a hallmark of my identity
leaving that part of me
a possibility
even a necessity..
My heart aches for the realm of poetry
the power of words
that translate my innermost emotions and reflections
their magic
that transcends what is ordinary..
I have a longing for
a sense of belonging to
the world of words
I am an avid reader and learner
with a passion for creative writing
and leaving a world
would not mean
ceasing to be..
A-ches won't last forever,
B-ad days don't ever stay;
E-ach and every pain
G-rows not but fade away.
E-vening shadows disappear,
A-s anguish passes by;
L-ife's misery will end so will the darkened sky.
A-ches won't last forever,
P-ure delight shall succeed;
A-ffliction shall come to a close
T-o give way to joy instead.
A-gony will turn into paradise, torment into heaven;
N-inth day of May will allow the closed door to open.
E-xcruciation will vanish,
S-adness shall say goodbye;
T-eardrops in the sad eyes
E-ven drift to stop the cry.
L-onely night won't remain,
L-ong cold chill will be over;
A-nother new dawn will shine, aches won't last forever.
I used to walk with such a sprightly pace,
Now I shuffle slow, like I am in a race...
With a turtle. My steps, they take their time,
Each creak and crack a rhythmic rhyme.
My memory? Well, it is hit or miss,
Where are my glasses? What did I miss?
Oh, look, my fly’s undone again—oh dear!
That’s the third time I have done it this year.
My teeth, they have started playing hide and seek,
One's in my coffee cup, so to speak.
And as for sight, well, let us be clear—
If you are far away, you are not even here.
But aging is fine, I will make it through,
I just cannot recall how old I grew!
Yet in this life of aches and bends,
I laugh it off—it never ends!
At first, there I was in the mind of God as He made preparations for me
As I would learn later, time was sailing, but I was not yet placed in its sphere.
Then the time for my formation arrived, and I stepped into that entity called time. I tell you, it was exciting! And as I felt the smooth watery vibrations, I came alive!
I was conceived and began to grow as time moved forward moment by moment. The moments turned into days and months; and by the 9th month, I was ready to exit. My mother nourished me from within her being until the time came for my birth. The time zone inside my mom was the same time that welcomed me on the outside.
In different segments or periods, time continued to fly from that point, waiting on no one. I was held and cared for so gently the first several periods of time until I began to crawl. I stumbled and fell many times and got up, but I could never catch up with the flight of time. Time was a real though invisible entity, never changing , and my little body was never constant.
As I grew from a little boy to a teenager, it seemed at times that time stood still.
The years seemed to crawl at the pace of snails, and I couldn’t wait to be 18.
Well, 18 finally came, and then the pain, and I wondered when things would change.
Well, romance came and then marriage; and kids followed soon after the wedding bells.
The career and the money came along with bills and never enough time for the thrills.
The kids turned from boys and girls into men and women, and we became empty nesters. It seems that’s when time began to take on supersonic wings and flew with the winds. At times I wanted to turn back the hands of time, but it was simply an impossibility. The next thing I knew, I was growing old and found myself signing up for social security.
O I know that the speed of time has remained the same since I hitched a ride 67 years ago. Nevertheless, sometimes I wish it would slow down and not come with the aches and pains. But still, I understand that God’s in charge, and though many things change, he’s always the same. So let time fly; and I’ll not be left behind, because I’m hitched to the wings God assigned for me.
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The world, devoid of hope, ripe with aches of every kind.
All the afflictions for a growing child; body, soul, and mind.
Rich in anger, derived from pain.
Not knowing of a soul-cleansing rain.
Where, O God, in my greatest time of need,
Were you that you could not spare me?
How, O God, and for what misdeed,
Was I to be punished so harshly?
Whilst in my room, wherein light had died,
Lay I, to bleed; to writhe, teary-eyed.
In this dungeon of mine, in its deepest recesses,
I was found and was taken into divine caresses.
I found that for which I had not sought
And was given a hope I had long since forgot.
In all the trials and tortures of life, this one thing is true:
My God, despite my abandonment, I was found by You.
I’m tired all the time these days
With aches and pains that show my age.
Rusty springs, instill in me, this unfamiliar rage.
Logic still escapes me as air once clear, is filled with blame.
Smaller piles of laundry now, marshmallows never taste the same.
Branches wither in stilling air, avenues are closed.
Most, I find in disrepair, like my soiled clothes.
I saw an empty car lot where the harlots used to play.
Neglected street signs pointing homeward, each a different way.
With fury of an ant I rail, against an unseen hold,
Walk with toes and fingertips all curled against the cold.
I slide through days like mayonnaise, not caring anymore.
Cannot find my other shoe, now hidden in some drawer.
The steel trap let the bear escape,
Thoughts I thought I knew one time, now wear a sticky tape.
Unfamiliar landscape in so short a meager time;
Millimeters measuring me a lifetime’s final rhyme.
My hands and feet are gray!! My thoughts seem very odd.
Am I talking to myself; or am I hearing God?
My youth and heart, still sing eternal; but for that infernal clock.
Some stories never passed my lips, for fear a look of shock.
I forego summer walks with sun, so merry be it warming,
Gather fruit and evening jute, held tight against a storming.
My eyes are wet, I wonder why, pause by the gate, let loose a sigh,
On my clock the hour cannot wait; I’ve one foot in,
The other’s running late.
C-herish my sweet wish,
I-t makes a dream come true;
N-ever will it take away
D-elightful day from
Y-ou.
V-ery sweet and warm wish
I-s truly bright like the sun;
N-ever ever will it speak
U-nkind word to someone.
Y-earn for my sweet wish, for it's good to the heart;
A-llow it to comfort you so the aches will all depart.
P-ut my sweetest wish
A-round you this fine day;
N-ever will it leave you
G-rieving in blue and gray.
A-llow my sweet wish
N-ot to upset your mind;
I-n twenty-ninth October,
B-ad clime is left behind.
A-s you celebrate your birth, let not the rapture diminish;
N-either ear will ignore to cherish my sweet wish.
All the streets were filled with trick-or-treaters.
'Twas not so long ago on Halloween.
I, too, joined the costumed candy eaters.
A vibrant sight now no more to be seen...
Door to door marched children of all ages.
Our neighbors were all people we could trust.
Passing time has turned too many pages
And memories are now just so much dust.
Still, I can recall sweet flavored laughter,
The bag of treats that lasted but a day.
And, yes, the tummy aches that came after,
And consequences of the tricks we'd play.
Those days are gone, a sad but honest fact.
Perhaps our grandchildren will bring them back.