Long Future day Poems
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She drags him into the ocean.
He pretends its against his will.
The waves roll in over them both.
Just watching gives me a thrill.
This is a memory my mind will store
to bring a smile on a future day.
A child and dog enjoying life
on this sunny, late summer day.
Frolicking in ocean waves
in front of the setting sun.
While we watch from the shore,
across the sand they run.
A smile so bright it warms our hearts
and makes us glad to share this day.
There's nothing better than this view,
a child and her dog at play.
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for Kiana and Jake
He squandered time, left fields unplowed,
in search of highs, pursuing thrills,
neglecting that he'd been endowed
with gifts to cultivate and till.
He wandered where his heart did please,
but pleasure slipped by small degrees.
A random walk, no certain line:
the storms in life were kept at bay.
But with no star to point or shine,
he, ere awares, had lost his way.
Once jubilant, his raucous dance
had brought him to a wide expanse.
There in the field, he saw them toil;
relentlessly, they stored away
the harvest so as not to spoil,
to see them through a future day.
He should have marvelled at their craft;
instead, he skipped off with a laugh.
The weather turned, conditions grim;
he found no respite from the storm.
A fleeting thought occurred to him:
that colony was nice and warm,
but having not the strength to fight,
succumbed, unconscious, to the night.
The ants took pity: although he
was thirsting, cold, and oh so thin,
and time would pass before he'd be
industrious, they took him in.
"Why wasn't I just disavowed?"
he wondered, this time not so loud…
We first met at O’Charlies with her tears and my ears.
We had attended Sunday School together - we joined
another for a couple years. When we returned, her spouse
had died. Proverbial arms were already ‘round her sweet soul.
She braved returning to church, knowing we’d see her.
A wreck, she loved that man with everything; her source
of strength, he was. They had planned to serve together.
He had his lovely voice, his guitar - they’d read the bible
with the seniors at a small center, even to memory-impaired.
But, this assignment was given to this heartbroken soul,
stepping up as a leader, with encouragement. Eager
to do her best, she gained a following. I served with her
for awhile, after our meeting for lunch at her favorite place.
Back to O’Charlies, Sue’s tears shattered upon the table,
the floor, my shoulder. I was wet with her pure grief.
It was my first time seeing someone so wrecked from
losing their dearly departed. I had seen others, but only
as a freeze-frame. Sue allowed me in and I loved her dearly.
You’ve probably guessed, she has left her place on earth.
Exciting that she’s joined her beloved Al in heaven. Found
out about her passing only yesterday, but she died in May.
Still processing the death of this saint, who loved her grands,
her pet, her church, her friends and most certainly the Lord.
She was the one who would show up with goodies, specially
baked chocolate chip cookies. Bravely and faithfully attended
Sunday School, on Thursday evenings, when she could.
I know I heard God’s voice telling me to grab her hand,
bring her up front to praise the Lord, as the invitation
had been made. She was not in my direct eyesight, but
I could feel her heartbeat. How interesting that it was
Valentine’s Day and my husband was sick at home.
So I grabbed Sue’s hand and we walked up front to praise
together. With tears in her eyes, she asked “Kim, how
did you know?” I told her that Al was with us, we are all
part of the communion of saints. I held her heart, and I
was blessed by a friendship that transcends time and space.
Rest in peace, my sweet friend! I will see you one future day.
Tears…
6/22/2023
She sits on a street corner with a teardrop in her eye
Wishing she were in the cars of the people driving by
Her mother left with some john about two months ago
The man with the eviction notice didn’t care she had no place else to go
She carries in her small backpack everything she owns
The coming of the winter colds is in the winds that have blown
The bed she made on a City Park bench can comfort her no more
Her absences in the public school do not entice anyone to go looking for …
… the poor little black girl that nobody cares about
She has potential deep inside of her buried beneath the hunger pains
But nobody in this busy world recognizes what there is to gain
She is doing everything she possibly can to stop from turning tricks
But the only thing her mother taught her was how to hide the bruises from her kicks
The Styrofoam cup she holds out to strangers hasn’t collected any coin
People just leave her looks of disgust as if she is at fault for being forlorn
Shadows cast by the high-rise buildings grow longer with the setting sun
As commuters begin their journeys home she stands up in front of everyone …
… and the poor little black girl lets out a booming shout
“I don’t do this because I want to; being abandoned was not my choice;
I tried quietly to ask for help – but today I will use my voice
I turned thirteen years old today – the anniversary of another girl’s mistake
Is it too much to ask for, just once, a piece of cake?”
“You can pretend that I don’t exist; you can pretend that you’re better than me;
You can long for that future day when I am no longer here for you to see;
You can hate me and fear me and just turn your head the other way;
But you will see me again, sitting by our Father to hear your excuses come judgment day”
Businessmen and businesswomen stopped for just a minute
They looked around at one another not sure of the message or how to spin it
Then continued towards their taxis, subways, ferries and their cars
She stood alone after the sun went down beneath the twinkling stars …
It is up to you, now, to determine how this story turns out
Dear DaD,
Please do not think of me and weep.
I did not die on that dim lit street.
I'm the sun that shines on you in a warm loving way.
I'm the son you'll reunite with on some future day.
I'm the young man in your car whom you taught how to drive.
I'm the little boy who looked up to you as I walked by your side.
I'm the sound of children laughing full of happiness and glee.
Do you recall how hard I'd laugh when you'd often tickle me?
I'm all those Birthdays and Christmas Holidays that you never forgot.
You would shower me with presents whether I was a good boy or not.
I know that you miss me, that's why I show up
in your dreams as a child or sometimes grown up,
but after the dream has ended, you awaken feeling sad.
Perhaps this will cheer you up.
You Were The Greatest Dad I Could Have Ever Had.
You took me out camping and taught me how to swim.
We'd race and play games and you'd always let me win.
You took me bike riding every morning before school.
All my friends used to tell me, "Your Dad's really cool."
I'm all of those bright blue eyed boys that you occasionally see
who all seem to have a striking resemblance of me.
So please Dad, don't ever think of me and cry.
My Presence Is All Around You.
I will never die.
Your Loving Son Always
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07/23/2012
I left my past in all its fullness, thinking my life was almost complete.
Then the present was upon me, like a flower’s fragrance, it was so sweet.
I thought back to the past, a mere seed; yes, it must have been.
For the present was surely, slowly growing within.
In a dream my present became my future, my thoughts began explaining,
That life would be more if I’d allow the expanding of my time remaining.
For just as the present had come from the thoughts of my past,
The future would be born from my dreams which are vast.
It’s the thoughts that I have of my dreams full array,
That brings in the contractions of a future day.
The future will be fleeting, how could it last?
Eternity is waiting, and the end of time has been cast.
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MIXED FEELINGS
If I could now glimpse that future day
When that realisation begins to dawn
For all those expecting one more loss
An unmoving stone, covered in moss
Surrounding faces looking so forlorn
Resisting a temptation to glance away
Hear the whispers to know their mind
With none desiring to speak out loud
Only a few gathered around the bed
And some have sent messages instead
It’s premature for heads to be bowed
All preferred a day of a different kind
A balanced mix of the given and taken
With love and friendship as inspiration
All the unimportant things to be tossed
But anxious no good memories are lost
Still with echoes of that determination
To have left the world a little shaken
I had a little job once
it kept us all alive,
although we had some awful bills
just trying to survive.
Was not a life of luxury
I didn't earn a lot,
but we survived quite happily
and knew that some could not.
Then one day came the dreaded news,
“your jobs no longer there,”
I'm sure you know its for the best,
you see, "we really care!".
If we don't sack just half of you
there'll be no jobs for us,
so take this money, go away,
try not to make a fuss.
The package paid off all our bills
and now we're left with nought,
except a mortgage and two kids
plus several things we bought.
I'll get another job I said
I try both night and day,
but until then we must survive
on my wife's part-time pay.
And so we battle onwards
now accustomed to our plight,
I'm sure this winter of despair
must turn to summer’s light.
If you're contented in your work
and coping now quite fine
be ready if some future day
your job expires; .....like mine.
Ivor G Davies
Will "Today" ever become tomorrow if "Tomorrows" never come?
Just as today is the future of a day called yesterday;
"Tomorrows" are future days of the day we call "Today".
Does not tomorrow hold our future; and the sum of lives
lived today?
And if we stop living today; there'll be no future days of
the day we call "Today".
Yet, if we live full lives in the life we live today;
then there'll be life in future days of the
day we call "Today".
As we look into the face of a child born just yesterday;
we see a face who lived his day for every future day.
So Yes... today become "Tomorrow" if you live
tomorrow today.
And that's all I've got to say about "Tomorrows",
yesterdays and today.
I believe life owed me no more than a chance,
at times my failures were of my own making.
Often times I’ve procrastinated at first glance,
and missed what God intended for my taking.
I deposited opportunities on the stove’s back burner,
with intent to address them some future day.
This wouldn’t happen to an astute discerner,
inattention always demanded a price i pay.
Sometimes but once an opportunity came ,
and then God gave it to one more deserving.
I faced the mirror with my finger of blame,
without hope of the opportunity returning.
Time is critical in making good decisions,
get it right the first time, life grants no revisions.