Long Companion Poems
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Blessed with Love
Blessed is a man who real love can find
Deep in the heart of a companion soul,
Who speaks the silken language of the mind
And ever dreams of reaching the same goal.
Blessed is a man who real love can find,
Streaming through eyes of his beloved one,
Words of sweetness that have no axe to grind
And percolate his veins one after one.
Blessed is a man who real love can find
By merging his and his mate`s soul as whole,
Whose smiles alike to the morning sunshine
Clear the haze as sun in the sky enfolds.
Blessed is a man who real love can find
Ever in memory of time enshrined.
In a Void of Emptiness, I Found a Dream : that did not belong to Me
You may call it Curiosity, but I decided “to Dream that “LOST “, Dream
As my Eyelids became Heavy with Sorrow : A Fatal Accident I would See.
Let me figure this out : A Beloved Has been Taken by a Tear, so it seems
A Sibling, A Sister , A Friend, A Companion, A HEART of a HEART
A Memory : Living FOREVER; Thriving on the TEARS of the Past
I did not Know YOU ; “Suzanne” but by Proxy, by YOUR Sisters’ Heart
I have someone very Dear, in Heaven: also “will YOU say Hello when You Pass
Inspired by LOVE for SIBLINGS : Dedicated To ~ Constance ~ A Rambling POET~~
Author's Note : If I am Wrong in the wording of this POEM, Constance, Pleease tell
me and I will delete LOVE , ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege, with LOVE...HG
(Harry)
Picky child I was
before & still am as
I’m writing this
picky, petite poem –
I am different
now…I’ve changed for
the better, though
it was a challenging
chore
Clever and cheery
teenager I am in the
present and past,
getting used to
foods I once didn’t
adore
Kangaroos hop with
hope happily, tigers
hunt wildly &
sneakily, cats meow
for people food & to
receive a feel-good
rub (independent,
little &
companion-like),
dogs yap for
attention
(dependent, little &
big buddies), ants
gather & work, flies
hover around a heap
of droppings, debris
& remains/deceased
bodies, hyenas
attack & laugh their
tails off, wolves
get into their
private packs, fish
swim playfully with
the family, gofers
barrel & eat up the
veggies from my
garden, cheetahs run
at full speed,
finches chirp their
childish,
changing-up-the-tune
chants, dutiful
dolphins go with the
wave’s ascending &
descending flow,
rabbits hop & chew
on carrots
cheerfully, lions
RAWR & laze around
on fields of golden
grace, bears huddle
with cubs & hide in
solitary, dark
caves, enormous
elephants eloquently
walk about on the
African, swaying
savannas & tons of
terrains much like
California in some
sense, lambs graze
in their
field-of-a-maze,
looking eagerly for
their shepherd,
lizards explore,
roaches scatter
around on the
kitchen & bathroom
floor, bedbugs bite
for the sake of
their sick appetite,
etc. ; is there
something new to
learn every night
and day? (The answer
is yes by deh way) I
guess I have to do
some research and
explore some more on
these subjects –
that’s my next
chillaxing, cool
chore!
Yet, I still go back
to my picky, old,
childlike, yet
innocent habits –
picking foods that I
cherish most and I
implore for more
scrumptious dishes
that I can hardly
ignore & boast about
it more and more
till my mouth
becomes sore! SCORE!
(means SUCCESS!, I
nailed it, or other
definitions behind
it)
Winter is a deadly companion to those of us
who stay behind. Spring is not guaranteed, only
a lonesome song, frozen on the lips of my
fellow crusaders.
The tip of the spear belongs to the "Ice Warrior"
Camouflaged under a dusting of snow, ink black
like the night or mind bending off sun glare,
always eager to send cars sailing and people
falling. I was one of the lucky ones...I fell
on ice and broke my arm.
I knew I would see Spring...first paying a
painful
toll. Political insanity mostly fills the front
page in Winter, the truth of those lost forever
to its treachery only whispered in the "B"
section.
Those of us who survive for one more Spring
and Summer bare a different attitude than our
fellow snow birds.
You'll see us standing alone among forest
wildflowers...or sitting quietly on a dolomite
boulder overlooking Lake Superior.
Oblivious to all but our grateful senses,
humbled
by
our
fragile
existence.
Minnesota Winter 2017
I cupped my hand over you butterfly
so you wouldn't fly away,
Soothed you upon my fingers
till the day wore its black cape.
On my pillow I released you,
Wished to hold you,Wished to keep you,
But we knew that it was time,
It was time not to be present
in this little life of mine.
And I whispered ; "Spread your wings"
as my heart fluttered in sync.
It was time to leave my hand
Forget the dream...
Get off my land...
From behind the misty window
I just watched you fade away
My one only companion
was a griefing nightingale
I just watched you glide in distance
to a garden of fresh scents
Sucking nectar from each flower
Dipping into sunken beds.
Other journeys await for you,
"Do come back! Do not return !
Unless a spell would transform you
from a monarch to a man."
I'll always remember the day you bounded into my life
Cradling you in my arms I wouldn’t let go
I buried my head in your soft brown fur
Then cried with happiness at my first puppy
I’d dash home from school so eager to see you
You were always waiting for me when I walked through the front door
Your tail wagged so fast I thought it would drop off
You’d fetch your lead and sit waiting impatiently
How you loved going for long walks
Rain or shine we would always be together side by side
The muddy puddles fascinated you -
Oh, you couldn’t wait to splash and play just like a toddler!
You were my constant companion for many many years
Over time your health deteriorated
Our walks got shorter and shorter…
I'll always remember the day you were leaving my life
Cradling you in my arms I couldn’t let go
I buried my head in your soft brown fur
Then cried with sadness as the vet put you to sleep
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The light of the moon is the comfort of the night,
and the flight of dreams sees by its golden glow.
The stars that surround its corona are as jewels,
that lay upon the moons' black velvet shoulders.
The mountain wolves call to announce their need,
for the god of golden light to bring back better days.
The natives bow and call the moon the night king,
for he tells them when to plant their sacred crops.
The wandering stranger is talking absentmindedly,
to the only friend and companion, he can count on.
Moonbeams stream through the ancient woodland,
where the creatures of fantasy dance in its illumine.
The light of the moon is the comfort of the night,
and upturned faces bathe in its resplendent glory!
3/8/2020
" Know your value. Confidence breeds success. Act like the person you want to become,
and people will start seeing you as that person.". Mark M. Ford
Sow the seed of firm confidence .
Activities are sure to sprout
Water the plants with diligence.
Fruits of success to come, no doubt.
Dream and dream to reach your goal.
Sow the seed of firm confidence.
Ceaseless work load to roll and roll.
Don't allow any indolence.
You have your own intelligence.
But you can't increase your I.Q.
Sow the seed of firm confidence.
Human interactions help you.
Have courage as companion
Try to improve your common sese
Pivot is determination.
Sow the seed of firm confidence.
Sow the seed of firm confidence.
Other factors run parallel.
Not to ignore intelligences :
Social and Emotional.
Devotion being the fulcrum,
sow the seed of firm confidence.
Always wander in broad spectrum.
Try to gather experience.
Drive out every despondence.
Failure is pillar of success.
Sow the seed of firm confidence,
the desired summit to access.
Run always enthusiastic
on path of righteousness.
being strictly optimistic,
Sow the seed of firm confidence.
I am not afraid of you
I used to be
But not anymore
You aren’t my friend
Nor my enemy either
Inevitability on a journey all must tend
So now you are my companion
Something to cling to
You draw me near
But never too close
Maybe you are not ready
For a path this long and hard
Some people run from you
I simply wait for you
You might not be welcomed
But, neither will you be shunned
For you are no longer a stranger
And I will not leave you behind
So do not be afraid of me
Your embrace will not be the end
But an exhilarating new beginning
On that day I will call you friend
For the gift you give me
Will be the embrace of another
My heart is unbearably heavy,
Faith slipping through my fingers like sand.
I’ve faced so many troubles,
But now it’s my very soul
Battling for a reason to hold on.
The fight feels endless;
I don’t know if victory is possible.
I've tried and tried,
But each effort drags me deeper-
The weight of sorrow is crushing.
I long for someone to lean on,
To share tears and screams.
But everyone seems miles away,
And I’m trapped in this darkness,
Gasping for air,
Drowning in silence.
If this is how it ends,
I pray I can wear a smile,
So the world can see,
"This man tried"-a final, desperate wish,
Yet failed, like so many shattered dreams.
I dread dying young,
Leaving hopes unfulfilled,
Caught in endless struggle. But God,
Do you hear me? The light is fading. Are you still there?
I’m pleading for answers, God:
Did I sabotage my own life,
Or did you lead me down this torturous path,
Knowing it would break me?
It’s all too much to bear. I feel too much.
I’m sorry to my friends,
To my parents, and to everyone,
I wore a mask of strength,
But inside, I was broken and lost.
Depression has engulfed me;
Financial woes have ground me down.
Now, hunger has claimed my life-
What a desolate, empty way to say goodbye.
I wish for just one more chance,
One last path to escape this nightmare.
But I’m adrift, lost in uncertainty-
Clinging to despair as my only companion.
I wish this were just a story,
One I could rewrite,
But this pain is all too real,
And the escape feels like
The cold embrace of death-
What a heart-wrenching way to say goodbye.