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There was a time when my dear aunt,feeling all alone,
Turned to the mail to fine a friend and so the seeds were sown,
Which brought about occurrences which shocked us and surprised;
For who'd a-thought he'd come to stay or that he had devised,
A way to become one of us,part of our family clan;
He thought we would support him if he took Auntie's hand.
He was a drunkard to be sure,a ne'r do well for certain.
Unwashed, unshaved and smellin' bad he came a-courtin', flirtin'.
She rebuffed him straight away told him, "I ain't your gal."
"All I wanted was a friend, you were just a pen pal."
So he began a small campaign to lobby for affection,
From any female in our clan, much to our objection.
My uncles came into the fray, told him that he must leave.
That they would help him pack his bag and took him by the sleeve.
They drove him to the bus depot and even bought his ticket;
But he returned next morning, he'd cashed it in at wicket.
My uncles swore their swift revenge, for him they'd find a cure.
"If you won't leave our girls alone we'll kill you for sure."
My auntie called the State Police and told them the whole story.
They came straight way and picked him up and told her not to worry.
They put him on the next bus out and said, "Do not come back,
For if you do next time we come you'll leave here in a sack."
Those boys don't care a lot for you so heed this warning well.
The swamp lands are no place for you,get out of town, pell mell."
We never heard from him again and Auntie learned her lesson.
She only wrote to those she knew,her pen pal was no blessin'.
Before there was time/
As we know it/
Before there was you and me/
There is, was and will be/
A great battle/
Between two brothers, friends, foes/
Who knew each other well/
Both want to be heard/
To be loved, to be right/
They shared deep secrets/
And kept many things to themselves/
Afraid that the others/
Would find out/
They were so similar/
Yet so different/
The both had fire in their eyes/
Shining so bright, yet so black/
Their hearts can be cold as ice/
And warm as fire/
There continues to be much/
Competition among them/
To see who would rule/
And who would come out on top/
Our religion... We give them/
Names and titles/
But, the truth is/
They are a part of us/
That could even be us/
Our shadows, our light/
Our ego, our divine selves/
Crying, screaming to be heard/
To be loved, to be right/
To be in communion/
Yet, be independent/
So, when you see the world/
In all it's pain and bliss/
When you look at yourselves/
And your brothers and sisters/
It just might be/
We are part of that battle/
The two Archangels/
Have been in/
Since time before time/
So, that dark soul/
And that one filled with light/
Might be closer than you think/
And they both proclaim/
I can't be defeated/
So, when you gaze upon/
The world.../
It's pain and bliss.../
Look within yourself/
Remember your brother and sisters kiss/
We are caught/
In this eternal fight/
The clash of light and dark/
Of wrong and right/
And, in this battle/
Ancient, fierce and deep/
Our souls may find their solace/
Their eternal sleep/
I am a dark soul/
That can not be defeated/
Today was a special day for us…for Ava our granddaughter…
and for our friend Kim…who happens to be a jeweler too
but this is a story that begins 16 years ago…so let me now review:
That’s when Ava, our only granddaughter chose our world to enter…and adorn
and on that day between Deborah and I…the seed of an idea was born…
We decided to buy Ava a charm bracelet…minus any charms…
(in our minds our direction was clear)
on this bracelet we would add a different charm each year.
Each charm would represent a special memory…a time…a place…a scene
chosen each year of her life…until she turned 16.
For her first birthday we found Kim, a jeweler,
(we liked the tattoos emblazoned on her arm)
and when we told her of our plan…she was happy to attach the charm.
Kim did such a wonderful job with that first charm…our path ahead was clear…
we thought: What if we left Ava’s bracelet and its new charm in Kim’s hands each year!
So every year for the last 16 we did what we had done the year before…
We handed Ava’s bracelet and her new charm to Kim at her jewelry store.
I don’t know exactly when or how it happened…during the time one year begins and another ends but somewhere within those 16 years the jeweler and her customers became friends.
How quickly 16 years have passed…16 years we would’t have missed…and Ava was euphoric when we finally clasped the bracelet 'round her wrist.
But once we saw that bracelet on her wrist…we realized the gift wasn’t over yet…not until Ava and her bracelet…and Kim, the jeweler met.
So that’s why yesterday was so special…seeing Ava and Kim…arm in arm…connected for a lifetime…by a bracelet filled with charms.
Now…whenever Ava looks at her bracelet…hopefully she’ll be aware…
of the people and places each charm represents…
and of the jeweler who put them there
Cat
looks to you for a steady feed
the occasional scratch
vague companionship
nothing more-nothing less.
You're not his friend, you're his pet.
The times you're at your pinnacle
are the times he's somewhat less...
When you're deep into your blueness,
he becomes quite oblivious.
Cat
marks territory on your cherry wood headboard
leaves masterpieces in the litter box
doesn't care about your plush carpet
or that he's busted your heart
Cat
holds grudges because of:
the castration
the declawing
the confinement
the prisoner's mash...
Out in the hard world of the vagabond
you've made cat
the heavy
underdog
Edna St. Vincent Millay
From
The Harp-Weaver and
Other Poems
(1923)
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
Give back my book and take my kiss instead.
Was it my enemy or my friend I heard,
"What a big book for such a little head!"
Come, I will show you now my newest hat,
And you my watch me purse my mouth and prink!
Oh, I shall love you you still, and all of that
I never again shall tell you what I think.
I shall be sweet and crafty soft and sly;
You will not catch me reading any more:
I shall be called a wife to pattern by;
And some day when you knock and push the door,
Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy,
I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me.
Dying
Sara Kendrick
November 03, 2009
Dating, oh! so much fun doing new things
This person is perfect in every way
Movies, popcorn shared, touch, a brush, heart sings
Just want that caress, the arm around stays
Now awaken to another day, no play
No brushes, that gentle caress gone, left
Control norm, making demands, no sun rays
No! I will not go to a movie, daft
Dying spirit on the inside daily
Longing for love, acceptance, fun again.
Could be just a walk in the woods baby
Sitting close or lying on couch in den
Soon I'll be gone no longer home near
I'll go out to find myself, my soul, love
(I enjoy reading a number of poets. Edna St. Vincent Millay is just one of
them. I wrote this one after reading hers above. I have heard so many women
complain after just a short time of marriage how they are treated. Then I was
reading Millay and saw things are the same as then.)
Marmie was beyond beautiful, ready for this day, all of her life.
Thadius was feeling great, marrying a helpmate and friend this day.
They were matched in intellect, emotionally sound, without strife.
They had met at work, and established a friendship first, smartest way.
His family and friends were grinning with curiously surprised faces, not quite sure.
But her friends and family knew that she was clear in her mind,
Thadius was the one.
They were the loveliest couple of all time, so young and sweet and pure.
The flower girl tipped her basket, spilling out the rose petals, which was fun.
The minister mispronounced his name, so Marmie corrected him
in a subtle way.
Her hand was in his, and they smiled at each other like a trophy they had won.
We, the bride’s family, knew it was a terrific ending to a well-thought out day.
The groom’s family was relieved he had found a wife who knew how to have fun.
We did not know them well, and they did not know us either,
but over the years.
Sharing six grandchildren, and arriving at events to watch and play,
We have learned them, and they have learned us,
and there are absolutely no fears
That our daughter is in the best of hands,
even if she lives six hours away.
Shirt you often wear, now faded and weary
Cloth you never tear, colored like cherry.
Sleeping with it, three times a week
after washing and drying
Like a best friend, sitting beside you
while crying
Dining with it anywhere outside
Whenever you feel alone, eating out by your side
Playing outdoor games and get dusted
Wagging your precious shirt so loved and invested
Shirt you once found in your closet
Wondering if it's a family member's gift
out of pocket
Or maybe an older sibling's remembrance
From a close friend well-loved without
repentance...
Days and months passed by and you still wear it
A shirt you slept with and kissed without
lending it.
Years and more you go out and travel
with your cherry shirt
Unironed, but well-kept over any dirt
A decade passed, you decided to frame it
Inside your small room, displayed on wall and pictured yourself with it.
Funny to recall all your jolly and silly moments with your adorable shirt
Laughing and getting wet under cloudy skies without hailstones and tears that hurt
One day, you met your friend again
Fronting you, wearing an identical cherry shirt you just framed after a decade of rain.
That one rainy night you were asked to give a shelter
Your small, cold room you offered with your sweater
Two cherry shirts gifted to your friend
by a grandparent --
One for your friend whom you accommodated
And one for you as a remembrance when your friend left
While you were still sleeping and dreaming of someone else like Heaven-sent
The story is still alive until this day...
You and your friend, keeping the identical shirts you treasured with gay.
You wear it again right after you were visited
Taking out the cherry shirt from the frame
pinned on your wall for a long time
never painted
Now, you and your friend are communicating on the cellphone
After long years of unseen and unfelt connection
You asked your friend, "Why are you still single?"
Your friend replied, "I'm still loving the same person who never saw me after thousands of moments we shared and mingle!"
The two cherry-colored shirts
faded, but never bend.
Gifts from a grandparent
and from an unforgettable loving friend!
HAPPY GRANDPARENT'S DAY!!!
(Prosebite)
Laugh
Hard,
Live
Long
Short and concise
Poetry-wise
4 syllables
Only - happy now? XD
Here's
A
Short
Poem! ;)
A short poem
Is from young heart
Ate my breakfast
Energetic
Cheers
For
Best
Friends! ^-^
Best friends only
With whoever
I know it's weird...
Complicated...
But, whatever happens happens
Why
So
Speech-
Less?
After all I've -
I've written to -
To my best bud
No - I just can't
No
More
Sadness
. . .
. . .
. . .
Friendship is good!
Let's not be more
Misunderstood,
But hope's in store
Be
Glad,
Not
Mad X.x
Or
Sad ;_;
I'm so friendly,
Kindhearted,
Considerate
And generous
Be
Good,
Not
Bad
Being enemies
Is plain wrong...so....
Be yourself please
Love all, hate none
I
Kept
It
Short!! XDD
Speechless right now
You wanted this poem
Short and concise -
There you have it! :)
High
As
A
Heaven-acopter
Never alone
Sadness invades
every corner left open
Ears falling deaf
to the thoughts that do scream
Heartbeats are breaking
in moments of worry
Tears on the edge
of a fracturing dream
Anguish now splintered
as window panes shatter
Closing the curtains
to fend off the fear
Still there is one,
if you need to hold on too
Look in your heart
and you’ll find I am near
Taking your hand,
bringing light to the darkness
Trudging a path
so your feet do not bleed
Lifting you up
when your spirits are drowning
I will be there
in your moment of need
I am not much
just a man who adores you
Taking your pain
as if it’s all my own
Heeding your call
nothing else it does matter
Forever your friend,
you are never alone
Why is it hard to say you are my best friend
Could it be the commitment to be your one friend forever
Could it be that I am scared of you not reciprocating this feeling
Why should this be so hard!?
You are the first person I want to speak to when something happens
You are the first person I look for in a room
You are the first presence I always crave
Why should this be so hard!?
Everyone around me says you are my best friend
Anytime we talk our audience thinks we are best friends
We share the same reactions to situations
Why should this be so hard!?
I know you are my best friend
You know I am your best friend
Why can't we say so
Why should this be so hard!?
In another universe
May we be free to say we are best friends
May we be brave to say we are best friends
May we be confident to say we are best friends
It shouldn’t be so hard!