Long Family love Poems
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—Before Love Could Count—
The youngest lingered when the household's breath
Had lapsed into nocturnal quietude,
As one who bears, not petulance, but truth
Too weighty for the custody of years,
And with a countenance unfortified
By any artifice of elder grief,
Preferred at last this visitation plain:
"Which one dost love the more?"
I made no answer; for thy syllables
Transgressed the jurisdiction of reply,
Descending where the inmost conscience keeps
Those unarraigned derelictions of the heart
Whose very innocence condemns the more.
What imperceptible diminishment,
What inadvertent sequestration of
My presence, or what uncommemorated hour,
Had germinated this clandestine dread
Until it flowered beneath thy faithful voice?
No chronicle restored that hidden dawn.
Remembrance chronicles the visible wound,
Yet leaves uncatalogued those noiseless griefs
Whose first inception passes unobserved,
Until one guileless question rends the veil.
Then all my children rose—not serially,
As history enumerates mortal years,
But in one simultaneous radiance,
Each the inaugurator of a love
The antecedent self could not conceive.
Before you were born, my love had no plural.
Not poorer then, but yet inchoate still,
For every birth annulled the man before
And consecrated one unprecedented,
Whose heart acquired, by each nativity,
Another unsuspected mode of grace.
Come hither.
Let no arithmetic profane
What Providence hath never taught to count.
The rain fell once.
The leaves received it separately.
The sounds of silence in my house,
Reminds me it is an empty nest,
The chicks and birds have gone their way.
For many years, it was bustling with voices and cheer,
Never worrying how the time was creeping away,
Family love and care was omnipresent everywhere.
As kids grew, they wanted their own space,
As wife grew old, she wanted her own space for her mid-life crisis,
The nest grew in size, never expecting its future demise.
The chicks were grown, went to college,
The chicks flew out of parent’s protective cage,
Once out, the chicks loved their freedom, and never came back.
I watch the nest’s memory and history,
I gaze my beloved wife’s picture on the wall every day,
There is silence, everlasting silence in the empty nest of my life.
Let your warm kisses fall upon me always,
o beautiful goddess of the luminous moon...
as I'll be sleeping under your moon rays.
Wasn't I Endymion one of your passionate lovers?
I appeased your desires as you lit up the dark night...
and wasn't it because you seduced me with pretty smiles?
Let your warm kisses fall upon me always,
and 'though these manly hands can't touch you...
I will feel you breathing into my lungs to give me thrills.
Selene, ride across the immense, starry firmament
as your chariot is drawn by the white horses of Zeus,
never awaken me...inebriate me with your midnight scent.
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Nette Oncloud's contest,
" In The Mood Of Imagery " "
When they were young they had big dreams…how old…together they would grow…
of the things that they would do…of the places they would go.
They dreamed of a kind of happiness neither of them alone ever knew.
They dreamed of being surrounded by friends and family…perhaps a pet or two.
One of the dreams they had that began all those years ago…
was of the perfect house…their ideal bungalow.
They even made a list of everything in their dream house they hoped to see
then set the list aside when they started a family.
But every now and then they’d take it out and through that list they’d comb…
remembering all the things they thought…would make a happy home.
They never built their bungalow…because they came to understand
life, despite their best intentions…doesn’t always go as planned.
But they were happy in the house where they raised their family…
they love their house…the two of them insist…
and when they look at that paper these days they realize…
they’ve achieved everything on their list.
If you ask them now they will smile and tell you their story…
without a whisper of a doubt…
how the house they’ve lived in all their life…
became the home they dreamed about.
An old man returned to the rustic cabin where he was born.
There it stood midst a grove of pines, tumble-down, forlorn.
The home he loved in his youth now stood in a shambles,
Nearly overgrown with creeping vines and thorny brambles.
The horseshoe over the door was still there, albeit a bit askew.
Rusty hinges protested as he opened the door and ventured thro'.
He was overwhelmed by emotion as he recalled his family cast,
The good times, the bad times, distant shadows of the past.
He could see his dear old Dad burdened with years of toil,
As he strove to feed his family on forty-acres of stony soil.
He never aspired to accrue any transient worldly treasure.
His love for God and his family was ever his only pleasure.
He learned at his Mother's knee to shun all evil and do good.
How he longed once again to embrace her, if he only could.
He recalled Christmases, tho' often love was all she could give,
And snuggling 'neath her cozy quilts, times he yearned to relive.
He knelt by the hearth, there he sensed his old dog, Champ,
Content, while a boy lay reading by the glow of a coal oil lamp.
The old man closed the sagging door and muttering a last goodbye,
Slowly walked away, cherishing fond memories with a pensive sigh.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
(8/17/12)
Always looking at the clock, wondering about the hour
Never stopping to smell the flowers.
There was a time that life was at a slower pace
Now it seems we’re always in a race.
The one thing that I know is that we don’t
Spend enough time to watch our children grow.
I saw my marriage failing because I was
Too busy running around ,as she looked at me
Without making a sound.
You can keep quite to a certain point in life
then she explodes , and it’s not very nice.
The closeness that you knew seems to be
Fading away -and with you she doesn’t want to stay
That is when you realize that your fires have to be rekindled
No ashes will you see - for this love will not be a faded love
In the books of history.
We then reaffirmed it in our minds
That this love would last for a very long time
And when our bodies became entwined
It was like sharing a bottle of wine.
We savored the juices as they flowed
For we had become connoisseurs
this much we know.
I started to smell the flowers as I did
In my younger years, as for losing my wife
I no longer have that fear.
SLOW DOWN AND SMELL THE FLOWERS !
Go ahead, ask me
Am I'm proud of my dear son Scott
You can bet your sweet little bippy I am
Proud as one of them peacocks
Turned out to be a guru
In the fast paced world of computers
There ain't no problem my Scottie can't solve
Nuttin' can stump my Scooter
Destined to make big bucks
In the fast paced world of promotions
Not too long fore he's living on easy street
People will say what's this commotion
The commotion will be my Scottie
Setting the pharmaceutical world on fire
With ingenious solutions to all their problems
Reaching goals to which I aspired
Was once a guru like Scooter
Was a whole lot different in those days
No computers, just a big bunch of magic markers
Creating ads the old fashioned way
Go ahead, ask me
Am I'm proud of my dear Scooter boy
You better believe it, I'm over the top thrilled
He's my absolute pride and joy!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Do you think I'm a proud Papa?
‘Twas the night before Christmas and we’re thrilled
That in our reunion we would be filled
With blessings of family-love and cheer
Midst fellowship around those we hold dear.
Caring warmth exceeded blazing bonfire
As no one among us would like to retire
While hearing testimonies of hope’s best
Exuding from hearts’ compassionate zest.
With carol’s reverberating delight
Our praises reigned toward heavenly flight
Feasting upon the treasures of God’s grace*
To share with others along goodness-brace.
Thrilled were we with remarks of gratitude
Propelled by faith and kindness’ fortitude
Indeed experienced always by our pets
Joining us in our glad video vignettes.
*Romans 3:24 Being justified freely by his grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus.
December 10, 2024
3rd place, "The Night Before - 4" Christmas Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 12/21/2024
Dearest Santa, my one wish may seem strange
but please do not interpret me as snide.
I wish this kindness so please do arrange
my Christmas gift of a mail order bride.
Surely she would lighten my hard work load,
help with the children and spousal demands.
She can be pretty or favor a toad
as long as it’s English she understands.
I fail domestic perfection with house,
Mom affection with little ones each day
and attending His Lordship, my own spouse,
because my to-do list stays in the way.
Again, this may seem most unorthodox
but this is me thinking outside the box.
I know that you must judge, weigh and ponder
if I was a well-behaved girl this year:
I tried leaving home for the far yonder -
my car died before even driveway clear;
I lace my morning coffee with brandy;
hide my husband’s tickets to pro baseball;
stuff chips under chairs when comes Priest Andy;
I oft ignore my children when they call;
sometimes I name dust bunnies on our floor;
sarcasm is my first go to coping tool;
I cheat at cards when adding up my score;
and June just past, I peed in a pal's pool.
I work hard without reward all day long,
so sometimes, yeah, I get this life all wrong.
I wish to remember why I am here;
recall romantic love that started all.
I could succeed if I had a wife-peer
helping with spousal gall and toddler brawls.
I want more than bathtubs layered with dirt
and stinking trash bordering on a spill.
Let someone else produce an ironed shirt
and seek deep sleep as an ambitious thrill.
I want memories of kids where I smile
and husband conversations standing still.
I seek family love to feel worthwhile
lest I seek happy docs with happy pills.
One or both of us can wed my wished bride,
just, please, Santa, in my favor decide.
Family is all we need
For our family to succeed
There always has to be love
And always be able to forgive
Family makes our hearts grow inside.
Which makes it a perfect guide
Family will always be there to help one another
It could be your sister, mother, or even your brother
Family being together for so many years
You will share all the happiness and the many tears
Your family will never go away
And your family will always be on display
Even when families are apart
Your love will always be in their hearts
Remember family love can never be broken
The love will always remain open