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I’ll never forget my first day at primary school
You bounded into the classroom, flashing a gap tooth smile
With your blonde curly hair and blue eyes, I was smitten
My first crush at the tender age of five!
Over the years we became inseparable
Then one day you told me terrible news
Your dad had a promotion and you were leaving the area
We both sobbed buckets of tears and vowed to stay in touch.
Letters flew between us like arrows, then suddenly they stopped
Years passed and I married then subsequently divorced
When moving house I came across your letters
I’d kept them in an old shoebox, they were tied with blue ribbon.
I sat reminiscing wondering how your life had panned out
Months later I joined friends re-united -
To my amazement I found your name
I was overjoyed when you replied to my contact
We had so much to talk about and a lot of catching up to do
I was hesitant when you suggested meeting
Would those childhood feelings still be the same?
The minute I saw you at the station my heart pounded
Still the same steel blue eyes, but a lot less hair!
We talked late into the small hours of the night
and when we kissed … I felt like a teenager again!
We had a whirlwind romance and married three months later
So blissfully happy, making up for lost time …
Until
Until ….the day you’d gone to buy my birthday present
Normally we’d have been together but you wanted to surprise me
You kissed my cheek, drove off on your motorbike into the distance
My memory of what happened next is so hazy
All I remember is a knock on the door
Two policemen were standing there
… I started to scream
N/A in A love lost then found, only to lose again Contest
judged on 08~26~16
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07~27~16
Mossy vines served as camouflage
for a decaying headstone
A tangled web, a haunting collage
Covering the name of a departed soul
but time could not diminish the memory of this unknown
She stood there silent and all alone
wondering if this was her grandmother's grave
the woman by whom she was raised
And who gave her the love she had craved
She knelt to clear away the vines
and slowly, what was hidden, came into view
Indeed, it was her grandmother's final resting place
Overcome with emotion, she shed a tear or two
And there, where weeds had overgrown
She placed a single red rose
then she said in the softest of tones
"Grandma I'll get you a new headstone"
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Contest: Camouflage Me A Poem
Sponsor: Broken Wings
8/7/16
Dear Stranger, it's odd to call you that but to be fair that is what you are.
I only have three years of memory of you. The rest are just stories I've heard through the years.
That's all you are now, old stories told that are retold like folk tales of some kind. I have one story about you.
Which I keep in my mind a lot of the time. I'm not going to tell you all you have missed out on. I'm not going to tell you because it's not fair at all.
I sometimes wonder what would have happened if you hadn't gotten sick like you did. Would we all still be a family stranger? I have a feeling that we wouldn't be after all the stuff like the fighting. I remember the biggest fight you and mom had on Well's Luke Road.
If you could see what your family has become, I am betting you would have some words for them all. You probably know that you have two grandkids which both drive mom and my sister up a wall. I pretty much tune them out to a point. You probably know that mom has had two other men in her life since you. They treated her right.
I hope you don't mind but I used what I could remember of you for a character of you Stranger. I even made him a Crimson Tide fan. I'm sure you would like that a lot and probably even made you smile just then. Your mother once told me she thinks my writing talent was a way of you saying goodbye to me. If so then thank you. If not, then maybe she was just being nice.
Now I've caught you up on stuff just clips of it. Stranger when I decided to write this to you, I didn't know what to say. I guess you will forever be just stories to me. Maybe like the scar on my hand, those stories will fade.
Until we get to officially meet stranger, I will just keep looking at that photo taken so many life times ago.
By,
the little girl you used to know
Roger Ebert~ "At The Movies"
Chicago Film Critic: Pulitzer Prize winner for Criticism.
Has a star in his name, at the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
Passed away in 2013 A.D.
~~A Dedication to Roger Ebert~~
Ah, dear Roger! Gone but not forgotten.
Infinitely compassionate, warm and fun!
With you, and many Chicago journalists,
I was so very blessed to run.
You never were too big to come to my
humble home parties!
You brought your journalist friends, too.
When my daughter was just two, she
joyfully opened our front door for you.
Each New Years Eve, you rented a space
for your hundreds of friends,
With drink, food and overflowing
laughter.
Those days, Roger, I will remember and
cherish, today and forever after.
I daringly argued with you about your movie
critiques!
And yet...you were open to hearing the
ramblings from my mouth.
Till a deathly illness, took you painfully out!
But, of your endless virtues and genuine
humanity and creativity,
Of these, dearest Roger, I will eternally shout!
Love,
Panagiota
Panagiota Romios
4/1/2019
In silent hours, we feel the space,
The quiet ache, the empty place.
Your laughter now a distant sound,
A cherished echo that surrounds.
The world was brighter with your light,
Now shadowed by this endless night.
Each moment shared, each tender touch,
We miss you dearly, oh, so much.
Your presence stays, so calm, so near,
in every prayer. In every tear
Though you have left, you're in our soul,
Our love remains, our hearts stay whole
In every cloud that passes by
We search for you up in the sky
Yet in our hearts, you’ll always stay,
Forever loved, in every way.
Though my time on earth has passed
Know my love will forever last
In memories, you'll find me near,
Each prayer you make, I’ll always hear
When fear creeps in, seeking to claim,
Know I am with you, forever the same.
In the darkest hours, when shadows appear,
I will be there, to cast out fear.
With every breath, with all of my heart,
I hold you close, though far apart.
The light you seek, I send from above,
Guiding you gently, wrapped in my love.
No matter the time, no matter the place,
I’ll be your hope, your eternal grace.
Forever beside you, through every test,
In spirit, I stand with you — always at rest
Though grief weighs heavy on your heart,?Know this, my love , we're not apart.?Beyond the veil, in skies so bright,?I’ll wait for you in Heaven's light.
In time, your tears will fade to grace,?when we reunite in the holiest place.
Until that time, I will never be far,
Forever, whenever, wherever you are
God Blessed Me with a Father
by Franklin Price
5/20/2018
God blessed me with a father. He's been gone for quite a while.
I still have great memories; most which make me smile.
He never downed another for anything they might believe,
Gave of himself to others, better to give than to receive
As a religious, moral man, no one could better be.
Every day our church doors opened we were there for all to see.
He could have been a preacher, but the calling wasn't there.
He participated otherwise to show the Lord he cared.
He believed that he was guided, by the hand of God was led
Said a prayer, of thanks, at every meal and before he went to bed
They were not long or asking prayers, but simple and direct,
To let the Lord know he was thankful and he wanted to connect.
As I look back and reminisce, think of the man who now is me,
I see my father often, he was the man I strive to be.
I pray, when my life's over, that someone left will say,
He's gone but not forgotten, I try to live my life his way
Once upon a time.
And that is all I know
I think about it long and hard
But it is fleeting so
A feeling gone but not forgotten
A smile in the eyes
Tears that sting but are not falling
A crowd that’s asking why
A ghost of memory
A touch of hope
We reach back in our minds
To see what was but is not now
What once was left behind
We say we have all that we do
But is it really there
For it could be another dream to lose
Among the other stares
The random glance of strangers crawls
We wish only the best
A second glance is what we saw
And we both wonder if it’s a test
The thoughts collide yet still not near
We think the same of all
We wonder if in our minds they hear
If they hear our thoughts call
We wonder what the glance is for
yet only for a time
Since only random chance of door
To see into the mind
Thoughts do waver feelings mix
And flowing like an endless river
Our dreams do float betwixt
The lonely shade of endless shiver
The bright of joy and happy calls
We beckon it to come
Into daydreams our mind does fall
None come back but some
Nostalgia sometimes for the few
Who only dream of the past
So deep they don’t know what to do
All they hope is they are all but last
So to wish for so to hope
To stay put back behind
While trying still to cope
But only to go back and rewind
So many things to think upon
So many so to speak
Yet only until it is gone
Do the answers we seek
But there are things that make tears fall
Though we do not admit it
We think inside and give our all
To try and fail to stop it
They topple over as if to show
It’s hard to catch the rain
It only lets us know
Everyone has pain
Sometimes grey skies
sometimes blue
Sometimes when they think of you
Sometimes when you remember love
Or maybe after loss
Maybe when you look above
Or when you lay on moss
Maybe happy maybe grief
Maybe nostalgia at it’s worst
Maybe something inbetween
A mix of what really hurts
Maybe smiles maybe frowns
Or even realization
But we know the tears fall down
To create a new creation
Whether sunshine whether rain
Though we don’t know what’s to come
We know we’ll find eachother again
As in our minds an endless hum
Bring us to re-begin the rhyme
And lead us to pretend
That we knew once upon a time
Was only just the end.
Wild Cherries
A giant snowball in springtime
From twenty yards out the sound and smell
Closer now; breathing her numbing scent
Listening to the drowsy hum
of greedy and jealous bees
forced to share her bounty
with Tiger and Zebra Swallowtails
School will be out soon...
Memorizing every branch within reach
Her limbs are just low enough
for a boy to scramble up quickly
fleeing imaginary monsters
still lurking and prowling below
Taking ignorant and blissful advantage
of this daughter of the wild; his protector
His big sister to run to...
Shiny and slippery black bark
that oozes burgundy sap
which dries in animal shapes
Summer twilight is coming
Bats twittering overhead
chasing nasty mosquitoes
A noise echoing from far off
A door slamming maybe...
Tucked safely away in his favorite pew
(Naughty boy, eating during church!)
sampling her forbidden fruit
sweet and sour...half is seed
Thieving Blue Jays get the most
Screaming and scolding arrogantly
yet flying away unpunished
Grannny will make jelly...
Oh everlasting Father, creator of all things
He knows that heaven is far beyond the grasp
of a feeble and fumbling mortal mind
But when You decide to send Your beloved Son
back to rule the earth for one thousand years
If he is judged worthy to be in that count
May one humble servant say if it's like this
that would be just fine...
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2009
This poem Titled "Wild Cherries" was written by Tim Ryerson on 08/12/2009 Tim was a wonderful poet who could write just about any form that came along... he was a kind soul and wonderful poet who passed away in 2018, gone but not forgotten!
I walked through the mostly, well-manicured cemetery
To once again place flowers on my Becky’s grave
Being that the day was nice and sunny
I walked along a longer path to get to her that day
Tucked into a corner plot, near the fence and all alone
Was a grave all covered with weeds – you could barely see the stone
I am not sure what drove me to it
But it just didn’t seem right and looked out of place
So I took my gardening tools with me and worked for hours to restore its grace
Carved on the head stone of this woman’s grave
Were the words, “Gone, But Not Forgotten”
The date of death was not so long ago
The irony of it all just seemed so rotten
As I talked to Becky, I said, “I hope you don’t mind - I gave your flowers away today”
“I’ll bring you some more tomorrow”
I knew she understood, because that was just her way
Life is often fleeting. You hold it in your hand.
It slips right through your fingers just like so much sand.
And the harder that you grasp it the quicker that it goes
And what it all amounts to no one really knows.
I once saw a picture of a child in the sun.
Laughter there upon the lips, eyes so filled with fun.
I once saw a picture of a mother’s painful tears.
Live your life in moments, don’t worry about the years.
I once heard a story. A lesson to be learned.
Someone set a fire and everything was burned.
And there, beneath the ashes was a diamond wrapped in gold.
Though everything must perish, love will not grow old.
I remember when I knew you as a friend.
And now it all is gone but not forgotten.