Long Gap Poems
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My sincere thanks to Teppo Gren for bridging the gap and taking time out of his hectic schedule to visit me on his recent visit to Australia from Europe.
Teppo was one of the very first to welcome me on my debut poem on Poetry Soup, and from thereon in continued to support me with his excellent comments and feedback.
I really appreciated your encouragement and taking the trouble to get in touch and visit us in Sydney. I look forward to meeting up again on your next trip.
Miles of endless sands and seas
In today’s times can be travelled with ease
Bridging the gap between family and friends
In a life composed of so many odds and ends
Extend the hand of friendship to proceed
Beautiful friendships are what we need
I used to dwell on
The past,
A lot,
As if it was cast
In stone,
I had fallen in love at first sight,
As had he.
That wonderous night,
I had found Mr. Right,
We danced and danced
Till late,
To be together was
Our fate,
We exchanged numbers,
The disco was closing down,
We were the last to leave,
He knew how I felt,
I wore my heart on my sleeve,
The next day I knew how he felt
Two dozen red roses with a card,
I love you.
We were involved in a whirlwind
Romance
Per chance,
We would get married.
No not yet, it was not our time
At this point in this rhyme.
I got married to someone else,
So did he,
I gave birth to a wonderful
Little boy
As did he and his wife
I had heard,
But would have preferred
To not have been told this news,
It made me sad
It sounded so final
That he was a dad,
But truthfully, for him
I was glad.
I will never forget the beard,
He sported,
His vivid, good- looking face
Never felt blurred.
I did bump into him one day,
We went for coffee, right or wrong,
He felt the same as me,
This was the present, we had to face,
Our folly that we did not get married
Many years ago.
There we were,
Sitting eye to eye,
My tummy in knots
I cannot tell a lie.
Four more long years went by,
I was by now divorced
2 years later A friend
Who always gave me the news
Told me He was also divorced,
Oh golly gee,
What pray tell me,
Happens now.
Three years later, from the
Love of my life, I get a call,
He asked me out
Enthusiastically I agreed
No doubt.
It took him three weeks to propose,
We got married 6 months later.
I did say at the beginning,
That it was our fate,
However long it took, although
Things did happen in time, a little late.
So, two adults hopelessly in love
And two teenage boys,
Started a new family,
I love to hear
Happily, together forever
And ever.
THE END.
I need a Fayvor.
Do not ask how much deeper
I am willing to fall,
Or how long I waited
For a connection like this.
She is the host,
And I am connected to her server.
Ask me no open-ended questions,
Like how long this love will endure.
The gap between us demands a solution.
I promised to swim oceans just to see her,
But this feels like the North and South Poles apart.
I see her eyes in the blue oceans,
I feel her touch in the morning sunrays,
And find her smile painted across the sunset.
The calendar devours each passing day,
A reminder of every moment without her near.
Now I stare at the moon and stars—
So close, yet out of reach.
Much like this feeling
I hold so tightly,
Believing that soon
I'll meet my dearest.
After all,
We are not mountains.
When that day comes,
I will hold her close to my life,
Tightly enough to squeeze the calendar
Until a minute feels like a year.
Then I'll close my eyes
And relive every dream I ever dreamed of her.
I am anywhere, I am everywhere, and most of the time I am nowhere.
I am silent, I am loud, and most of the time I am not heard
I am the wall behind the flower, the space between things
I am the budding sunflower, I am the shrinking violet
I am the one you look to, but do not look at
I am the water that quenches your thirst and rusts your metals
I am the friend you call when you need, and the one forgotten when meals are shared
I have the advice you need when asked, and my wisdom is unwanted
I am hated for my love, and loved for my hate
I am something, I am everything, I am nothing
I am in between, stuck in the gap
Be careful of the thing
that doesn't exist.
Do attend to the loss
of the lightest fundamental
(you just couldn't lose)
because it never really was -
the consummate vacuum.
How is it not possible
to lose one's mind?
"To avoid tripping
when getting off the train
at a high level platform:
mind the gap."
The voice of authority
renders the request -
but instead it's an order:
Don't fall
for the vacancy
its emptiness
(but not emptiness?)
don't get hurt.
"How does your mind work?"
This question, a one
that never could
be substantiated.
It's not a question
one should ask.
So why did I say that?
____________
(Fill in the gap.)
And, in the process of caring
so much for so little -
of tending to what amounted
to nothing in the end -
tripping, stumbling, and losing...
Get a grip!
Stay put and remain upright,
maintain your balance;
equanimity in a yoga pose
needs stillness of breath,
and keeping still
sometimes feels like the
most painful stance of all.
Falls tend to occur when
least expected? Not so.
They happen when stopping,
or embarking,
or leaving,
or all of the above.
So watch out,
stay focused, and do
whatever it takes
not to get hurt.
Why should I mind
this exquisite aching?
Now the foundational fabric
rips apart at the seams
while avoiding tripping
at the high level platform.
A favorite slip
(skirting the issue, a peculiar talent)
might not be worth repairing or
perhaps it's damage, irreparable.
It's not visible,
so why ___?
(Such a shame.)
We don't know
what we don't know.
Ripped apart, undetected -- yet still.
This gap has
(sew its seams!)
a mind of its own.
I’ve never been kissed on the dance floor.
With him, I feel light-hearted,
but apart, I’m utterly devastated.
I’m a dreamer, he’s laid-back,
and without a genuine connection, our love feels
like scenes from a disconnected game—
where hate destroys, yet love seeks to heal.
But with each passing day, my love for him dwindles.
We are apart because this kind of love cannot thrive.
We never dance; we never kiss on the dance floor.
Our rhythms never sync; he lacks that spark,
and so, a kiss on the dance floor has eluded me.
Feelings shift when loneliness takes their place.
Love wavers,
when a marriage crumbles,
as I wish and hope our love was strong enough
to bridge the gap.
Unlike wildflowers plucked without care,
my love was stunted,
never given the chance to blossom.
Still, I hold a profound respect for him.
A part of me must make a choice,
and so I choose happiness; I choose solitude
over the confusion of pity masquerading as love.
The younger generations
some are still very respectful
some are disrespectful to others, & Elders
what happened to this population?
Some older days were more appreciation
a gap unnoticed, perhaps?
Young people, you are the next generations
let's try and be better at communication
accommodating the elderly generations
in a positive mode, but be appreciated
times are tough, we all know
Some people can show more love and support
of course, on that note
not being mad at the whole world or hurt
Older generations we are examples
like showing a great positive huge sample
a great role starting in the beginning
from the start and a non-ending
some people might need more love and guidance
never to old for correction, at least trying
guided into the right directions
from the younger to the older generations
appreciation, communication, makes a greater population.
With Tough Love.
A Family.
Written by Gail DeBole on July 1, 2014
Updated on July 4, 2014
Fred Sr. doesn't like most things that start with e-.
Thumbs down to e-banking, e-books, and e-asy.
He's known to hollar, “I hate all this e-stuff!”
E-learning, e-coupons, e-love, e-cetera…
"E-nough is E-nough!"
Fred Jr., an e-cop, catches e-crooks online.
Thumbs up to e-everything! He thinks it's all fine.
He's known to hollar, “ I love all this e-stuff!”
E-stings, e-crimes, e-heros, e-cetera…
"I can't get E-nough!"
Fred Jr.'s son, an e-doc, helps patients online.
He lives an e-idea coming into its prime.
He's known to hollar, “We need this e-stuff!”
E-medicine, e-nurses, e-labs, e-cetera…
"Who would say "E-nough is E-nough?"
Its so obvious. Ah fool in love sets themselves up
Its very clear to. For disappointment
me. Ah broken heart needs more
If you know what. assurance
Love is. If you really really love me
You could hear it's. Find ah way to show me
Sweet melody
Harmonized for
The ages
A celebration of
You and me
Love keep us
Together
You know I am gonna
Do my part
Trust in me
This comes straight
From MI heart
But if you still
Need that assurance
I'll dedicate my love
You do the same
It's for us
Tell me you love me
If you really mean it
I'll buy the ring
You all ready seen it
Take my hand
Love me forever
Promise I
I'll leave you never
No illusions therein entrap—
the hush between two heartbeats speaks too plain.
Ego craving is a mousetrap.
A gap—a gape in thoughts my life couldn’t hide;
betwixt two ponderings, vacuum took no side.
There lie all worries, begging for breakthroughs,
where failure stands as bold as decent news.
When steps grow firm, they clear illusion’s threat,
for success occludes failures without sweat.
A garden: fortunes wilt in stillness of will,
even when mouths flourish with joy and thrill.
Then ego becomes the song of deceit,
with beliefs failure can’t withstand its feat.
Before long, a cry too strong to ignore
becomes the downfall life has witnessed before.
It drags pride down through shining polished board
until the mud returns what it ignored:
the taste of joy, the scent of broken clay,
the mirror that ego couldn’t keep at bay.