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LOSS
Dreams are now lost and Hope floats away, ruining a chance for a better day
Oh to return to times now past, with memories fresh where the good times last
The future is uncertain and Joy out of reach, the lessons we’ve learned we now never can teach
How hard to realize the way life can change, and that things don’t often get better with age
Will people forgive will wrongs be made right, or will bitterness cause a perpetual fight
The narrative altered and the lies now abound, will the truth come to light, will it ever be found
Will justice be done to those who stepped in, abusing their power and compounding their sin
How can forgiveness come back and return, will the anger be doused, or continue to burn
Will the pain and anguish ever heal, or will heartache dominate and happiness steal
How will the innocent move forward and thrive, will those who are crushed find the will to survive
Will love win out will reconciliation take place, or will the separation increase as they take their own space
Would we act different if we knew that someday, all we held dear would be taken away
The way things were is the way it should be, when we were together as a family
Write for me a love poem.
Use words I long to hear.
Tell me of your love for me,
And that you hold me dear.
Tell me that you love the way,
Light plays upon my hair;
That star light twinkles in my eyes,
And that you find me fair.
Tell me of the first time,
When you became aware,
That it was I who stirred you,
When first you knew you cared.
Tell me how your heart beat,
Increases when I'm near.
Tell me that to lose me,
Is your only fear.
Speak to me of moon light,
Soft breezes, gentle things;
Lovely words that touch the heart,
And cause the soul to sing.
If you cannot find the words,
To make my heart beat faster,
Then read some poems of long ago;
The sonnets of the masters.
They knew how to turn a phrase,
Could touch your very soul.
The words they wrote reach out through time.
Such words just don't grow old.
Speak to me of beauteous things,
Words soft as a silken glove.
Speak the words I long to hear.
Speak to me of love.
Paris, earlier today. It’s a (vaccinated) summer family reunion and I’m catching up with relatives I haven’t seen for AGES. Like my impeccably dressed (three piece suit on a warm, un-air-conditioned, Saturday) 83 year old great uncle.
We cheek kiss
“STILL searching for love, Uncle Remy?”
“Forget love. My dear, I’m an old, self-absorbed narcissist. What I look for is someone young and frivolous whose most complicated desire is fun - specifically fun that can be bought - that’s an important distinction.”
I gasp and pose.
“You’re looking for MEEEE!,” I squeal.
“Oh, if I needed a spoiled, over-serious, temperamental, unappeasable rich girl - I’d think of you.”
“You GET me!,” *I beam with pride*
Once upon a time not long ago
Minutes from everywhere I think
If I remember she needs a change
Baby girl needs everything right now
A diaper and a rifle will have to do
Fully locked and loaded for the evening
A shooting shopping spree is in her future
Ammo and some baby powder needed
She is only three
A pillow from the sofa will come in nicely
Used by baby now to rise above the law
To fit inside the car to make a baby comfy
To see above the windshield driving to the mall
Stealing daddies vehicle and gun is sweet
She looks so cute in high heel sneakers
Don't forget the money in his wallet
And car keys cause cars don't drive themselves
Two bricks are missing from the yard
Gas pedals and brakes are hard to reach
Too difficult to manage for the innocent
It's not easy being three
Take the babysitter hostage
Drinking and driving is illegal
Don't forget your seat belt dear
Honda Civics away! Rifle ready!
Come on baby make my day
Let us pray
Rob the convenience store
Don't take more than you can steal
Pick up some bread and milk
Don't stay out too late
You need your beauty sleep
When you were in the hospital, dear
My heart was filled with a dreadful fear.
I begged God to spare your pretty life
And went home with worry for my wife.
The strain on both my body and mind
Was so great that no sleep did I find.
I prayed by your bedside and by mine
That God would heal and all would be fine.
There was a day when I left your side
In so much pain I could scarce abide.
I thought I would have to call someone,
For to walk simply could not be done.
“O God, please don’t take my wife from me!
I can’t live without her, don’t you see?”
This I cried while begging for your life,
As full of pain my whole heart was rife.
Suddenly, God spoke soft to my heart
And I knew to have faith on my part.
Peace flooded my soul at His soft word
It would quickly pass, is what I heard.
I was exhausted on the glad day
That you were better and would not stay
In the hospital any longer
Because God made you so much stronger.
You are home and I am not alone,
But from my mouth you heard not a groan.
I have been doing the work of two
And trying to take care of you, too.
I go to bed and sleep exhausted.
My phone rings and I am accosted.
You forgot to ask me for something
That into your room I must now bring.
But praise to God that in His great care
We were not tried more than we could bear.
You are now home and on the fast mend.
Over our pain His love does transcend.
She rocked Danny nigh the window in her rocking chair,
Cuddled him closely and hummed an ancient Irish air.
As she gazed thro' the window at the vast horizons beyond,
She pondered her precious gift and the closeness of their bond.
Anon, she stood by the window as he played upon the lawn,
Watching as he romped and gamboled as sprightly as a fawn.
She waved from the window each morn as he left for school,
And stood there after school to greet her precious jewel.
From the window Mother treasured so many precious scenes,
As Danny advanced from his childhood and on thro' his teens:
Playing with his old pal Shep, tinkering with his very first car,
Sitting on the porch with his sweetie, strumming his guitar.
In a foreign land strife began and he volunteered to serve.
He felt it his solemn obligation, America's freedoms to preserve.
Thro' the window Mother sadly watched him march away.
"Bring my boy home safely, Dear God" she did silently pray.
She sat by the window praying he would walk thro' the door,
To clasp her to his breast and leave her side no more.
She gasped seeing soldiers thro' the window coming up the drive.
They were saddened to inform her that Danny did not survive.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Am I the only One who sees the need elsewhere,
Who objects to TV's in the takeaway shop here,
The hospital waiting room over there,
And one in the adjoining corridor, just to be sure.
Huge ones at too many sports venues in case we missed the four.
They don't tell the patients that cost of putting them there,
Could pay for a Nurse for a year,
Or the reason your takeaways take so long to appear.
Is that TV is more important than adequate kitchen gear,
The large ones prohibit free sports gear,
And keeps families out of there.
You can put a TV in your car,
And I see no need to care,
Or watch the one behind your bathroom door,
I still won't care,
But when my medicine is too dear,
And the standard of care,
Is beyond unfair,
Even though I pay my taxes every year
Then I take umbrage here,
And hope an ulcer will not appear.
I fear I'm losing patience in the midst of your neglect,
It keeps hounding me like stations of the cross ...
And a cardiac ablation holds more pleasure, I suspect,
Though the very same dear organ feels the loss.
Six decades have now passed without a sign of amity,
All your focus on my failures and mistakes ...
For eyes like yours are monochrome, incapable to see
What a lifelong search for purpose sometimes takes.
For you success is money, it's how your life is skewed,
But I'll never see this spinning world the same ...
For me there is a balance, heeding all that is imbued,
With much that can't be seen or given name.
I hoped that in our later years we might yet reconcile,
And find a peaceful shore where we'd connect ...
But you now specialize in squeezing grimaces from smiles,
Thus, our waters churn with mutual disrespect.
Oh, I will always love you, as you tried your best to be
A provider who could work and scold and boast ...
But most kids want a daddy who can care and touch and see
That love is what their children need the most ...
And when it's come to such ... you've been a ghost.
* Dementia pulls a number of extraordinary things from everyone, including the patient, and you discover some rather odd emotions throughout the process, one of which can be caring for someone who has never cared for YOU ... love becomes very basic, and keeps all in the proper perspective. *
A bird comes to tell me a story,
perched on my window sill,
it knocks on the glass to wake me up,
with its bright yellow bill!
This morning’s tale was about their love,
love as all the birds know,
sparrows, larks, black ravens and the dove,
their bond and wedding vow!
Their start of love is dance of feathers,
a skittle, circle, shake,
build her a nest that stands all weathers,
close to the big blue lake.
Love her, love her, love her tenderly,
her heart is soft as her,
dote on her, she soon be motherly,
needs emotional cover.
Season of flowers will soon be here,
seeds to feed little ones,
eggs hatch as new yellow bills appear,
squeaking with mouth open.
As parents we love them, love them dear,
one day they fly away,
never see them again nor we hear,
alive or fallen prey!
Birds do not cry, so no tears were seen,
so I wept for, instead,
I had been through what this bird had been,
bent and kissed her forehead!
So love as we know is all the same,
be human, bird or beast,
next time if you kill or maim a game,
their love may be your feast!
written 8/June/ 2022
9,6,9,6 syllables with rhyme.
Flight two poetry contest
Chantelle Anne Cooke sponsored
Joy comes to stay,
Stay with fine sighs,
Sighs that fill play,
Play in fond highs.
Cheer wears a face,
Face graced with smiles,
Smiles that flood space,
Space that love styles.
Love knows the way,
Way to the light,
Light that funds day,
Day for grand sights.
Life sparks with zest,
Zest that fills poise,
Poise to spur quest,
Quest in clear voice.
Here and now pun,
Pun with sure wit,
Wit that reaps fun,
Fun in fond bits.
Mark the warm flow,
Flow of life's fest,
Fest in bright glow,
Glow love funds best.
Come with warm ooze,
Ooze in sure daze,
Daze the grips cruise,
Cruise of sure craze.
Look to fond times,
Times to share joy,
Joy that flings rhymes,
Rhymes that seize ploys.
Reach for life's spice,
Spice that you niche,
Niche warm and nice,
Nice strings things rich.
Be a dear soul,
Soul where love lives,
Lives sacred whole,
Whole lightness gives.
Start with sure heart,
Heart that mind knows,
Knows love that arts,
Arts a kind glow.
Lift up the veil,
Veil of dark night,
Night that sets sail,
Sail to day's light.
Aim to be true,
True to love's cause,
Cause in fine cues,
Cues string right course.
May all your days,
Days weave fond peace,
Peace in sure rays,
Rays bring sure ease
Leon Enriquez
11 October 2014
Singapore