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My Love Is Poetry
I like following her trail
For better or for worse without fail
I like seeing her red roses
Vining up in front of my nose
A daily bouquet of her poems
Words and messages that hit home
Her essences piques my senses
Where I'd climb over her fence
To see the darkness of the night
And grow towards her shining light
Each breath I take it's her, you
I see in the wide open blue
She's that unique cloud in the sky
That once captured my eye
Not the most cutest or buxom
But one that is definitely wholesome
She shoots cupids arrow with her hands
In how she loves art, life and land
I, mean,that's me. That's what I like
Although not her shining knight
Her words turn the wheels in my brain
Without fail, without refrain
Not a day goes by that poetry sleeps
And it's on this journey of awe I reap
connie pachecho
9/3/17
I have so many different things
That I so wish that we could share
I can't tell you how much you are missed
Sometimes I turn over and almost feel you there
But I know it isn't and will never be true
Most of the time I am almost okay
Then there will be a little reminder
And I can almost hear you say
Honey, please don't cry anymore
You know we will meet again in time
I am waiting for you in forever
I promise, just know all will be fine
It is just that I came here first
But when we are again together
I promise all is well in eternity
Then love, I will be with you forever
So please dry those tears in your eyes
And remember the love we have to share
Know I am waiting for you in forever
Our souls will meet when you get there
We shall live in heavenly bliss
And our time will never end
Please know this my darling
Then the pain you feel will mend
Connie Moore
March 1, 2014
Just Something I Know
You do not know who I am
And I do not know you too
So what has caused that spark?
And drawn me closer to you?
I am not sure how to proceed
Because I would like to talk to you
But age has played a factor
And I simply do not have a clue
So if you would care to tell me
What is it you are looking for?
Maybe I could help with that
And you would know a little bit more
You say you that you seek passion
A very admiral and wonderful trait
But only one in a sum of many
That will certainly impact your fate
There is compassion and forgiveness
For mistakes unerringly made
There is also honor and trust you see
Without either a big price to be paid
So I would share a small fact with you
Never give up looking for love
And the day that you finally find it
You should give thanks to God above
True love is a God given gift
It is just something I know
And make sure with all your heart
You never lose it or let it go
Connie Moore
5/6/14
Time Marches On
I don’t make too much noise
As I sit quietly in my chair
If I am quiet long enough
They might forget I am even there
It wasn’t always like this for me
I was young and pretty one time
Ah yes, back in those wondrous days
When youthful time was all mine
But time does march on
New finally becomes the old
It has happened since time began
A story quite left untold
I remember the gentleman caller
Always polite and nice when he came
He always brought flowers or candy
And I coyly loved playing the game
Ah yes, those were the days
I quite hated their slow decline
But time does march on
And the new leaves the old behind
And now the old has caught me
My youthful days quite long gone
I am left with glorious memories
The last thing I have that is strong.
I don’t make very much noise
The wheels are locked on my chair
I have been quiet long enough
For I am no longer there
I wonder when they will notice
I have departed those old remains
that still sit quietly in that chair
No longer bound by earthly chains
I have left that life behind
And I am bound for heaven’s door
Yes time does keep marching on
But I don’t have to worry …anymore
Connie Moore
1/16/14
Just Like It Was Yesterday
When I was but a child
I remember games we played
Hide and seek and kick the can
Oh, to think of the memories we made
We walked on stilts we fashioned
Out of old lumber pieces we found
And telephones with copper and old cans
Our imaginations completely free, unbound
We climbed trees without any fear
To reach the top was pure delight
For we could see the whole world
In those days we only stopped for night
When the sun came up the next day
We could be found playing ball
We played tether ball and keep away
Very seldom did anyone get hurt or fall
But all good things come to an end
As childhood things get put on a shelf
And grownup realities take its place
But I had such fond memories for myself
I close my eyes and go back in time
To those wondrous days of summer play
I would love to go there again just once
I remember… just like it was yesterday.
Connie Moore
3/16/14
ake My Hand
Take My Hand, Dear Sweet Child,
And Put this Memory in Your Heart.
I Shall Always Love You.....
From That We Will Not Depart.
It Is Getting Time for Me to Go,
I Am Sick and Somewhat Old.
And I Know That it Pains You
But Our Memories You Will Hold.
Hold Them Close to Your Heart..
For That Is Where I Shall Abide.
Knowing How Much I Love You
Will Help Your Pain to Subside.
Please Don’t Feel Too Bad for Me.
Be Glad I Have Found Peaceful Sleep.
I Have Left Behind Sweet Memories..
So Please Remember..And Try Not to Weep.
Now Take My Hand Dear Sweet Child,
My Time Is Drawing Near......
Please Believe Me When I Say, My Love
I Am Going Where There Are No Tears....
Connie Moore
I'm Stuck
Help
I'm stuck.
What the fork?
A pigs mucky
Her belly of pork.
Snorted this way
and that.
We rocked in,
and rolled one song.
That's it.
Didn't I say that,
no more?
Stop.
No more chewing the fat
for old time's sake,
and everything went wrong.
How can it?
Leave it to my seeing eye dog
in finding it's way.
How can the balloon pop?
Now she's pregnant.
Brought water to a drought
and now I'm stuck.
All because of a plastic fork,
life's gone amok.
My wife
my sweet wife
I'm sorry
of throwing
our lives
down
her drain.
connie pachecho
8/27/17
Word challenge, early life challenges
I now look back at the insanity of going to an all girls school
where in reality the christian sister's teachings reflected a
harsh brutality of a group of women, dressed in black, carrying
votive candles of tempers filled with volcanity and fatality. I
mourn those past days, where my mentality took profanity
from their voices and urbanity masking their calling, as they flogged
me for my sins with belts and paddles striking my soul to the core,
my vitality. I may have morality sinned. Yes.Yes, I do concede
my inanity at scourging the sister's landscape, filled with their
mundanity of tenets. Yet the scars in their faces of humanity,
scars of pain left on me, where just a sad formality in their eyes
and teachings.
connie pachecho
1/22/17
If I could give you a rose for everyone you touched, you would have a garden
of roses.
If there was a person's name that represented Kindness and Love it would be
yours.
If remembering someone special, that genuinely cared about others and was giving of themselves, you would be the one I think of.
If I had to choose one friend in this world, I would choose you.
If Angels are real, and they were here on this earth, You were one.
" The Mother Tree" you were to all those you loved.
(The Mother Tree was a poem Connie wrote that made 100 best Poems list.)
Your heartache is over Dear friend.
All whom you touched, are thinking of you.
Love and good wishes, We send.
To an Angel, we once knew.
You touched our lives for a while,
and shared your love and your trust.
We will always remember your smile,
and the love you shared with us.
You missed your husband and son.
You wrote of your love for them.
Now the time has come.
When you're reunited with them again..
You will always be part of our lives.
As these tears roll down my face,
as I ask the questions why,
and trust in our Lords Grace.
Rest in Peace Dear Connie.
Your Poetry
Lives
On
Forever
You
Will Never Be Forgotten
By All Who Loved You
My condolences to
Jennifer her daughter,
and the rest of the family.
Michael Tor
Tots will be tots and fish coins from the well
i threw some loose change into a wishing well
or pond of good luck
and the beautiful thing i saw spawn
two little tots race over
I'd say not older than three
with creativity beyond their ages
both climb inside the hotel lobby pond
look down at the coins
their eyes beaming
their hearts racing, i bet
which also begs the question
where were the parents
but i continue watching
with my eyes beaming, too, more than theirs
as both of the tots reach the rock wall
i'd say at least 3 feet, peek over
being closer to the water and coins
and then tying their bodies together
with one kid holding onto the other's legs and ankles
like an extension ladder
so that kid was able to scoop up a few coins
and he did, his heart racing
i bet
so happy like a newborn cubs catching their first kill
in that instance it was frenzy
of emotions for the kids
passages of life and innocence
maybe a scolding from their parents later
but for now mums was the word
i exchange glances with the tots
their raccoon smiles
pouring out into my heart
connie pachecho
2/8/17