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I was driving behind a gray sedan today,
It looked just like yours.
And although I know you are practically a million miles away,
Part of me still wondered if you were the one in the driver’s seat.
I followed it down a road I had no business turning onto,
Hoping I might somehow get a glimpse of you.
I find myself doing that a lot these days…
hoping illogically with you in the back of my mind.
I remind myself that you’ve moved on,
I tell myself I’m glad that you did.
For a moment in time, I wanted nothing to do with us…with me and you.
Moving on felt like relief,
A breath I had been waiting to take.
Yet, here I am.
I’ve pulled out my pen,
My notebook is open for the first time in months
…the poem is still about you.
I miss it.
I miss us.
Mostly, I miss you.
I’d catch you staring at me from across the room,
My heart would skip a beat.
My stomach would churn.
I used to hate it.
Now, I crave it.
We never dated,
but I feel like we did.
We never dated,
but I stayed up well into the night to talk to you.
We never dated,
but I would’ve said you were my best friend.
We never dated,
but I know if it was up to you, we would have.
I didn’t mean to break your heart back then.
In return, I shattered my own.
If you were to ask me how I’m doing,
I would tell you
I’m still learning how to pick up the pieces without cutting myself.
And the cuts become deeper when I notice that you still stalk me on the internet.
I laugh.
Do you know I do the same to you?
You reached out the other day,
And ever since then I hope every vibration of my phone is a message from you.
I was driving behind a gray sedan today.
It looked just like yours.
The similarities made me wonder,
Do you still think about me, too?
An Offline Hello
Whatever happened to hello?
Meeting and shaking hands
That moment of sharing yourself
That was a big part of life
There were no strangers
Just friends you haven’t met
Conversation used as an ice breaker
Learning more about the person as you spoke
That was an eternity ago
Before the invent of smart phones
Constant contact with the internet
Naked pictures and Facebook pages
Embarrassing videos from when you were a teen
Slander and gossip posted in a moment of anger
A million pages of someone with the same name
Not all of it true
But it must be since it is on the web
One time go back to the old days
Meet face to face not screen to screen
Forget that you have the ability to text
Sit down and just talk
Get to know each other
Take time to learn their history and mysteries
For once don’t look them up on-line
The real person is so much better
They just want a simple hello
Quiet were we and without a single care,
but, "shush…did you hear that over there?"
A small sigh and a rattling on the floor,
couldn’t be the baby, I just closed the door.
I just couldn’t figure out the what or where!
Sounded like a moan or someone in fear,
but the exact tones I couldn’t really hear.
Maybe there was a mouse in the trap
under the sink, it could’ve went “SNAP”!
Then against my wall I pressed my right ear.
Listening to the wall on my tippiest-toes,
I knew what it was, though I didn’t impose.
Those darn neighbors again spooning late,
why couldn’t they get busy earlier at eight?
This always happens Friday night, I suppose.
With my ear pressed tight I was so enthralled.
Like a zoo with animals amuck, I was appalled.
I was the creepy neighbor in the next apartment,
captivated in this small closet compartment.
Fascinated and beguiled, my hubby I called.
So we were nosy for about a half hour or so.
Giggling like children were we at their plateau.
It’s actually nice to see a couple with attraction
to each other and giving such satisfaction.
Just then I saw my hubby’s face all aglow.
One look in his eye is all I needed to woon,
quickly we ran to the bed and began to spoon.
All of a sudden, I heard giggles from next door,
I knew they were listening like we were before.
So we stopped, “WE CAN HEAR YOU, YOU BAFOON!”
It was very quiet there and quiet too over here,
we didn’t know what to say without sounding weird.
The man cleared his throat and said something silly,
“what are your names? We are Milly and Billy.”
We ended up being best friends for many a year.
See how good spooning can be for one’s vigour?
Installed sound-proof walls…nosy neighbors no more.
Shush...Did you hear that? Poetry Contest
September 16, 2018
We walk across meadow and moor
Along tracks where horse and carriage once rode
Treading paths where the poets of yore
In search of inspiration once strode.
Lilac and sage scented hedgerow
Old stone wall needs repair
The Bronte's oft walked this furrow
That now with my best friend I share
Side by side in the sunshine we stroll
Even in silence we still keep up our stride
Stopping by the riverside for a drink and a roll
No prejudice in what we say, we still maintain our pride
Enjoying each other’s company for hour upon hour
Coyly smiling you gently take my arm
Stooping down you pick me a delicate flower
Secure in your company; I can’t come to any harm
Arm in arm we retrace the steps of Agnes Grey
We are enveloped in the spirit of Jane Eyre
Heathcliff and Catherine come out to play
We sense both their joy and despair.
In the plush settings of the hotel we dine
Becoming the tenants of Wildfell Hall
Great company, good food and a glass of wine
We are guests at the Bronte Ball.
We become Jane and Mr Rochester that night
Dancing together in demure and graceful style
You look so handsome in the flickering candlelight
Your arm round my waist, it lingers a while
Climbing the stairs to our adjoining rooms
You look at me longingly; there is no haste
Do we become lovers, or is it too soon
Like a Bronte heroine I remain chaste
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Collaboration Poem By Darren Watson & Jan Allison
9th April 2014
Inside, where I am best known
For the music I preach, the silence
The peace – the breath of grace
Inspiration that stays alive because
I know what it means to believe…
Inside of me – there is a memory
So kind and sweet, like the color breathed
In light, soft and gentle, sensing the
Hope that comes to life because I can see
You are that moment, that precious seed
Planted by the hand who guides me,
The One who abides with me, comforting
Every fear, erasing all my tears, stirring
The laughter that brings me through
Inside of me – there is a piece of you,
My friend, my companion – the reason
I can see through the mystery into the secret
Dream, the memory of you and me…
Brave and young, like the stardust glitter
Sprinkled across the night, brilliant and alive
Scattering poetry that brings the heart
From darkness to light, from sad to happy
From the memory to the reality of today…
When you bring me through the past
With assurance that our love will last
Forever and always, binding – bonding
Our lives, so that the dim becomes bright
As we dance through the light – alive inside
Where our hearts and souls silence the doubts
Celebrating the love that is forever and always!
Lately, I have not been in touch
Though, I like talking to you - much.
The reason, which I'll share with you
Is embarrassing, but true.
I have a brain and two good eyes.
So, I mainly see, and I'm mainly wise,
But a small part of me is not so smart.
I'd like to think it is my heart.
One thing I can clearly see -
Your old enough, to my daughter be.
You have beauty that is very rare,
While I'm old, skinny and have no hair.
Worse yet - my limitations are many.
Things I do, places I go - hardly any.
All this is fine - 'cuz we're just friends,
But this is not quite where this poem ends.
When I see you in a pretty dress,
The brain inside my head works less.
All the things above which I should know
Turn inside my brain to dough.
I don't want you to see a silly fight
Between dumb Dave wrong, and smart Dave right.
I don't think it would be very cool
To make you put up with such a fool.
Well, anyway, forget what I said
About my eyes, and about my head.
Excuse me if my behavior weirdly tends,
And you and I can just be friends.
Embarrassed of her age and getting no praise,
she cut her gray hair with a furious face;
oh, it seemed the color of glittering gold
strewn with silver curls! What made her think
she was unattractive and way too old...
and if that were true, how would she get another wink?
Blinded by shame, she cut off the gray strands and hid them
in a violin case...was she a famous violinist of a Symphony Orchestra?
Was it madness, lack of confidence or even allodoxaphobia?
One can be certain of this: age cannot be stopped as air or hail!
Why go into fits and curse fate for not grating one's wish?
Don't we know that our stay is a temporary one until our death?
I barely remember her, and could never say hello when she hurried
past me with deep worry and sadness on her unfriendly face stricken with horror.
" What a lovely lady! Why didn't she smile? " That made her look old!
Had she put on a sweet smile even for a second, she'd have been my lucky ace poker!
I even thought of asking her for a date...go out with a complete stranger?
Not quite so, a few times I bumped into her at the coffee shop last winter.
Here comes the funny part...it wasn't coincidence,
yesterday rushing out of the door a gust took off her blonde wig,
her shaved head was similar to a watermelon: smooth and shiny like pie,
and her pretension even more absurd than foolishness;
she tried to chase after it with speedy steps, but she failed and began to cry...
by luck, I caught that wig floating as a newspaper's page or twig.
Before passersby saw her bold head, she covered it with her wool scarf,
and turning to me said, " Thanks a lot, sir . " I was shocked and wanted to laugh,
she flashed the most adorable smile and she really looked young and sounded bright;
and as she pulled it down with hurry and nervousness, " My name is Susanne Moore...
what's yours? " I replied, " I am Andrew, the single guy next door. "
" Eh, still single? Would you like to go on a date this Saturday night? "