Long Fall by the wayside Poems
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...comes the force of awakening
like tenderness and fire
an intimacy that stands at the edge of new
time works differently
reshuffles life
in heart hammering excitement
invested with hope
to push aside the boundaries of impossible
two people shaped by each other's needs
drawn together in physical ease
when words shake down reserve
when touch morphs into love
sometimes tangled and knotty
like heartbreak in country music
if we just climb high enough
if we have the courage to carry on
if forgiveness transforms silence
disputes fall by the wayside
we change through loving eyes
vows that summon us forward
that never numb with age
Does the world know what it ought to cherish?
to woo a full humanity
to mend the battle scars of war
when we know a visionary change
that lives on
in the love we leave behind
I’m watching the icicles dripping,
Reminded of ten years ago,
When I held up my grandson to watch them,
All the things then that I couldn’t know.
How he’d soak up so much he was learning
And prove to be clever and smart;
How his joy in our moments together
Would tattoo him right onto my heart.
How he’d love to hear all kinds of music
And would shine when he played the trombone;
How his passion for reading and language,
Which we’d shared, he’d continue alone.
How some interests would serve to sustain him -
New cuisines, tech advances and school,
While some others would fall by the wayside -
Making maps, which were detailed and cool.
There will be so much more in the future
That his mind will grab onto and hold,
But when we watched the icicles dripping,
So much living had yet to unfold.
We all have our routines and habits in this world we are immersed…
from which side of the bed we sleep on…to which shoe we put on first.
Some of our routines make us feel safe…that’s what routines are for…
other routines fall by the wayside when we don’t need them anymore.
Like dinner time when our family was young…no meal would be complete
unless we looked around the table and saw everyone in their seat.
No seats were ever assigned…we would never think of that
It just became routine…we all had our places where we sat.
I’m not quite sure how it happens…
there’s a psychology to it I don’t doubt it
All I know is when I looked around the table…
there was something wonderful about it.
But children grow up…routines change…
and though at times it doesn’t seem fair…
there comes a day when we look around our table
and our children are no longer sitting there.
Now, when they come to visit…
they finds seats wherever they are able
for as they bring their own families…
there are more seats around our table.
And it doesn’t matter who sits where…
as once again the meal is complete
when I look around the table and see everyone in a seat…
That there is a science…a psychology to this change…
again I do not doubt it…
All I know is when I looked around the table…
there is something wonderful about it.
As children we believe in the wonder of the Easter Bunny.
We believe in a giant rabbit…gentle and kind
who as we sleep on Easter Eve leaves eggs on the lawn for us to find.
Eggs of different colors…with different stripes and different bands.
We believe he carries all the eggs for all the children of the world
in one basket…with one hand.
As children we believe in the wonder of Santa Claus.
We believe that somehow, magically, as we sleep on Christmas Eve
underneath our Christmas tree…presents he will leave.
We believe in elves…in reindeer that can fly
we believe Santa has a knack
of fitting all the presents for every child of the world
on one sleigh and in one sack.
As children we believe in the wonder of birthdays.
As we sit with a cake in front of us on a dish
We believe in myths and fairy tales…and the magic of a wish.
We believe that on our birthday…all we have to do
is close our eyes, blow out some candles and our wishes will come true.
Then we grow up and gradually, bit by bit, in a way we don’t even see…
the fantasies of our childhood give way to life’s reality.
And that’s okay…that’s as it should be but as adults we pay a high cost
If, as our fantasies fall by the wayside, our wonder is also lost.
That’s why I still blow out my birthday candles…still with my eyes closed too
for I’ll never stop believing in wishes that come true.
That’s why I still look for presents as Christmas morning dawns
and why I’ll be searching for eggs today hidden somewhere on my lawn.
Because I believe no matter how old we are
it’s the wonders that make us smile…
it’s the wonders that are important
it’s the wonders that makes life worthwhile.
HAPPY EASTER
An lo'...
Before I spirals the promenade
A path that twists back upon its self
I find a deep Well full of apathy...
I travel the bones
Of a forgotten METROPOLIS
With towers of rotting stone
Broken glass and wood burnt
The imperial age of the obelisk
I feel like a wanderer in a valley, sinister
Faces of friends fall by the wayside
An infernal sight of my histories lost...
I see a path that spills before me
That brakes in on me like black rain
What was the cost
Of self-designed damnation?
There is no turning back...
...no heart can fathom
I spirit the ghost nation...
And furrow the pains without heed
My hands grip the ground with dry stagnation...
The coil of this beast is a writhing phantom
I must guide the machines of my suicide
Before me, I see the misty faces of white
Maybe I can turn the tide
I feel the eons press hard with all its might
An Lo'...
Forwards; on the horizons meanders the promenade.
I count my sorrows in the coming rains
Of a self-designed damnation!
All is black...
Drops fill an endless well...
There is no turning back!
I linger in the land...
The land of the blind...
A sprite of a ghostly nation...
A wasted land
A barren realm
A vast forgotten city...
I see the bones
Of a forgotten METROPOLIS!
Full of apathy and burnt stone
I stare into the bottomless!
resolutions fail
promises may get broken
yet we must still try
Now that all the family and friends have retreated back to their own caves to digest the pies, cookies and candied everything of another holiday ruckus, it’s finally time for me to tidy up the old homestead. January has arrived here in the Ozarks. It is traditionally a month of resolutions. Those promises we all make to ourselves to be better neighbors, better friends, better family…better human beings. Time for reflection and regeneration. A time to remember those things that treated us well and how not to repeat the mistakes we've made throughout the years. I have my list, though I’m sure most of them will fall by the wayside within days, I’ll still try to keep them as long as I can. Because even though I’ll only keep my resolution for a day, a week or a month, my life might be in a better place for a while. Besides, who says I can only make a resolution once?
In life disagreements have always been around,
so why the frown?
We all like what we like and that’s the bottom line.
I won’t see life as you do because I am me and
you are you.
However, what kind of filter do you use before
you look?
The filter that you use is a determining factor in
what you see.
I’m not perfect by a long shot, but I try to let
optimism be my guide.
In a world of negativity it’s so easy to let op-
timism fall by the wayside.
The old saying is true “ treat others like you want
to be treated.“
If someone said they like(or have a nonchalant
demeanor )being mistreated or disrespected,
I don’t believe you.
Because at the core, we all are human beings
and we have feelings.
If you don’t care now, you used to care, being
hurt over and over can cause pain; pain overload
turns into numbness.
The moment you allow yourself to feel again you
will understand.
Numbness can “walk around with a I don’t care”
attitude.
Once your numbness leaves, you will start to feel
again.
I know from personal experience, I wore my
numbness(as a shield of defense) for years
and nothing affected me.
Later on ,once I dealt with my pain and put
aside my shield of defense I started to heal.
The world in itself is cruel, and fueled by so
much hate.
But change starts with you and I, let’s agree
to disagree and walk in to love’s wing.
Alexis Y.
10/27/2020
I heard the song and wanted to know what love is, so I turned to James
The Soup's king of romance knows it means more than just flirtatious games
Dedication absorbed with love, for to feel it for the very first time
The unification of two must gel like words in a poetry rhyme
This, James told me, and we explored the meaning much further
Many types of love, including a child and father
Family life is important, reciprocation leads the way
Whether blood, fostered or taken on, it's loves bond that says
We see an elderly couple walking hand-in-hand
This is but one type of love that many years withstands
For so many fall by the wayside, taking different forks on life's roads
Where a previously blossomed love has journeyed into destructs corrode
The deep affection felt for those whom we call our friends
Nestles deep within our hearts, a bond that never ends
This we must truly cherish in a world going from day to day
It does not matter where we come from, we are part of earths bouquet
Love knows no bounds and is shared with all humanity
One that respects each race and religion’s dignity
~*~ Co-Written with Carolyn Devonshire ~*~
At the sound of the opening door
The crows cawed a warning
A stray cat perched upon the fence
Meowed to greet this morning
The warm sticky fog touched each pore
Made life uncomfortable
How early in spring does summer
Appear so formidable
Each plant contained within a pot
Cries out for moisture please
Like works upon the edited page
Call for a similar reprise
From old, old themes can lines read new
To modern generations
Let my lines ring within their hearts
A message to nations
The sound of thunder marked the time
But no lightning was seen
Like a comet always has a tail
Youth dream their awesome dreams
Some fall by the wayside consumed
Like seed pecked by those crows
Let God's message be heard by all
His love for man disclose
Finis'
Formidable__arousing fear, dread or alarm or inspiring fear or respect
through impressively large, powerful, intense or capable
Reprise__a return to the first theme or subject
A recurrence, renewal, or resumption of action
Falling in love starts out crazy, saturates your life, permeates your soul, and creates a new you.
It gloriously envelopes you which is terrific, when the object of your desire loves you too.
True love is capable of taking you over so completely that reason gives up trying to get through.
At first you cannot hear her any way, and when you do, you resent her, and shut her down.
In a few months your personal wants, needs, desires, and goals fall by the wayside, virtually disappear.
There is a glow about your face, and a spring in your step that you have never had before, and may never have again.
Your mind tries her best to alert you, but you are completely lost in the terrific feeling of being in love.
This is why some people switch out mates every six years or so, to experience this insane, “new” feeling.
The mind is not easy to squelch, but you can do it, if you want to, and you do.
You do not want to hear things that are practical, or futuristic. “Being in love” is totally in the now.
Your practical dendrites yell and scream and try to reach you in your dreams while you are dreaming of him or her.
You may be asleep, but you still get angry when the mind tries to boss you around.
The only thing that is important to you right now, the thing you live for, and breathe for is being in love.
Isn’t that just dandy? Yes, it certainly is, until it isn’t.
Written July 15, 2018