Long Frown Poems
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Sublime winter wind
dripping icicles on the bench-
where we first met-
our first treasured kiss,
subtle and sweet-
just like the lake's frozen serenity
and the blue jay's soft hum
reminding us of our youth-
pure, adventurous,
no worry.
But even the bark now has faded
and our smiles eventually frown,
the haunted branches remind us only of what happened.
Even the blue jay now remains perked upon the crooked branch,
clinging for his life while the others flew south a long time ago.
Winter's kiss was now a curse-
never changing-
fixed time.
And this curse is my every day,
you're presence vanished,
leaving me in the cold,
on this half-frozen bench,
where the tree's roots reach
and the swans once danced-
heaven's clouds burden my torn soul
yet through all the misery,
all the memories we created,
I come here now to visit
I come here to feel you're comfort
they say your duties remain where you felt most at home
and with you it's haunting
our park.
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I have heard
I have read
I have seen
I have experience so many versions of love and I
still find myself searching
There say love changes the world
Love keeps you safe
Love has no pain
Love covers a frown with a smile
Love is like a shield of armor
That protects you in the day of war
It builds you up when you are down
Makes you weak and makes you strong
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you loose
There say love is just a game
There say time can heal the pain
But I am no longer sure for me
Love is just a word
Love chooses you
Love has many companions
Love is mother and child
Love is Humanity
Love is Kind
Love is patient
Love is not always forever
Love sometimes hurts
Love can be misunderstood
Love can be cruel
Love is what you make of it
Love begins with you
But to discover the true secrets of love
You must first learn to love god
God is love
Love is god.
“How can you smile”, he asked of me,
“When life is so full of misery?
Just what is behind this mystery,
That puts a smile on your face where a frown should be?”
No misery that visits me today
Can break the promise that God has made
If in his glory, I bask each day
No misfortune can take my smile away
“And what makes you think these stories are true?
What has God ever done for me or you?
Our stomachs are still empty when the day is through
The pleasures we’ve known are short and few.”
Because this I know and I know it well
It’s in the stories that the gospels tell
God ensured that evil will always fail
When upon the cross his son was nailed
Start by getting up
Then getting dressed
Then leave the house and figure it out from there
A good morning ritual can awaken a dying spirit
Life is what you see through your own eyes, so grab that positive persona from the closet
And put on your reflection instead of that gloomy frown
Easier said than done
But just take one step at a time and you’ll be progressing farther than where you begun
You probably heard that one before, so what makes this any different
Well the difference is you and how you feel
So, the next time you feel down remember one step forward is just as easy as tomorrow but as hard as yesterday
So, you’re better off focusing on today, and today say “I am who I am, no more no less, I will be who I want to be one day
And until that day comes I will keep back packing knowledge and lessons for my personal journey”
Your story may not be the best but no one has one like it, so before you give up remember the sun is there even if you can’t see it
There will always be a bright side
Even when the shadows are all you can see
p.s. remember to say to yourself just be myself…just be me…
Raindrops on the window pane
watching them running down
the wetness looks so cold
but don't let heart to frown
Raindrops on the window pane
they meander in different ways
taking your eyes many a route
looking like a watery maze
Raindrops on the window pane
a picture of life's changing scene
not knowing what day will bring
whatever it all possibly may mean
Raindrops on the window pane
brings memories of my childhood
sitting in my bedroom all alone
as the rain outside effects my mood
Raindrops on the window pane
it's all under God's sovereign control
the one who brings snow wind and rain
keeps His eye ever on my soul
(On rainy days in my childhood sitting in my bedroom watching the rain drops on my window pane brought many a transfixing thought.)
When profit guides the needs of man,
the wise withdraw to where they can
look closely at just what they need,
although it's true you must succeed
in feeding family and provide
the things that keep us all alive.
When things look bleak and fall apart,
look deep for what is in your heart.
Don't let the bastards grind you down,
or even let them see you frown.
Just bare your soul for all to see,
a winner then you’ll always be.
No matter what the deed is done
I’ll still continue having fun,
for when you've lived as long as me,
important things have changed you see.
They're not the things that you can buy,
but those you carry when you die…
Ivor G Davies
Life is about having the right attitude.
Don't be known as one with platitude.
Someone who is a habitual whiner,
is not a good companion at a diner.
Life is always a much happier place
if you don't slap anyone in the face,
so you won't be a curmudgeon grouch
why don't you take a nap on your couch.
No one wants to be around a grumbler
especially one who should be humbler.
Wear a smile instead of a sourpuss frown
and from your own pedestal, step down.
One who brags about his or her work
is really just being a malcontent jerk.
If these words seem harsh and trite,
some fish are known to take a bite.
Kindness is the best way to make a friend
so stop being bitter, just make amends.
Stop being a grouch, no talk or bellyache,
and be nice to others, for goodness sake!
Score's zip to zilch, last inning's near halfway through
at Gettysburg Commons' baseball league playoff.
Champion Graycoats at their posts hitherto -
Blue Jackets hear the pitcher's husky cough -
a clue to the catcher - this batter's toast.
Pickett lobs the pitch from high on his perch,
Meade smacks it past the church house roof almost -
a bolt from the Blue, Gray gets lost in the search
and Meade makes an easy trip 'round three bases.
Hancock is next and takes his turn with relief.
He whacks one to the pitcher of all places
running like blue blazes in disbelief.
He speeds to first base while Meade makes it on in.
Then Hancock circles the field - score is ought-two
As Pickett sits on the ball holding his shin.
In shock, he volleys a few words of blue.
The umpire approaches, a'raisin' his hands,
"I heard balderdash," he bawls with a frown.
"Game's called for cussin', but the score still stands."
Singing the blues, Graycoats hand over the crown.
New "toasts" of the town are Hancock and G. Meade.
They both talk a blue streak to boast of the coup.
Dazed by their disbelief, Graycoats recede.
And for weeks, Gen'ral Pickett's leg's - black and blue.
written 12 January 2015
Oh dear young angel
Why do you frown at my eyes?
That seek your tender soul...
To partner my lovely energy,
Dreaming to bound forever.
I let down my mind's guards
To draw your heart closer.
How soon will you reciprocate?
The fear of losing out,
On time per chance to fading feelings.
Oh dear angel; vibrant
And cool to be honestly touched
From within, my heart wishes now
Could be the time at will, won't it?
To grace the craving of your quest.
Will I feel the cloudy weather?
Tempting its running cold fever,
To lasting the night wonders
Of lonely lips in thirst
Of sunlight's ray.
Gauge the night,
Freezing the boisterous cloud,
To lightening up absent touches
Of my young angel's outburst.
Shall my heart's curtains open again?
It started with
a drop that burnt my forehead at first,
then dissipated before it
had a chance to cool.
Denied passage on the path that traces my jawbone, ending where my mouth falls into a frown.
The sun was too quick to claim it.
Yet, there was no repudiation of the rush that followed as the long overdue clouds gave birth
and Earth received their babies,
afterbirth and all.
I stepped off the porch,
eager for the dirt to turn to mud,
which clung between my toes.
Then---
I held out my foot and watched as
the water streamed down either side,
rinsing the dirt away.
Clean. As it should be.
Will you dance with me,
now that the rains have returned to Zimbabwe?