Long Goodby Poems
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Her hand of friendship, not desire
Though we traveled roads long and far
My heart was hers for all to lend
She sought from life a blazing star
The years became a seedless tree
A love kept silent, never grew
My honor held in quiet stead
As she disappeared from view
An Autumn night, as years had passed
Came gentle knock, my open door
And there she stood in a quiet pose
A rushing kiss, the empty floor
A night we found of hungered bliss
The embers cold to passion's fire
The last goodby was her gift
She'd always known my heart's desire
contest Your Favorite Quatrain
8/18/14
My hands spade the shovel - spay the rooted grave.
Earth is impassive. Why won’t life relent?
The silver blades south for the black plastic bag
swallowed by west winds, wrapped in a blanket
that is olive green. Under the sun’s harrowing husk
I peel away the last bit of crust yet unpeeled.
Pink scab, raw, refusing to heal. Dusk is dawn, hushed -
the garden takes back what the plate glass revealed.
There is no breeze now as I sit down to write
in my black plastic chair once taken from me
by a black plastic bag. No peaceful leaves blow
as I swallow remains of what remains of night
while the lumbering bough climbs down from a tree
and sees through the window a fragmented shadow.
She walked in sunlight upon the air.
new buds became blossoms in her path.
Her kindness she scattered everywhere,
on her constant pain, she spent her wrath.
My dear friend, Suzanne, last Sunday left
to join other angels, share her glee.
Ambassador, perhaps, to the cleft
that divides skies from mountains and sea.
Sisters, we thought, in a distant life.
Our lives today were mirrors of each.
Yet her's included terrible strife
of pain, it seemed that nothing could breach.
Goodbye, my dear friend, no longer cost,
you can fly, you are forever free!
Earth doesn't yet know what it has lost:
one in a million you proved to be!
March 25, 2023
for "Word Challenge--O Words" contest
by Constance La France
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hello from far away
i am doing fine
in progress is the continuity of rhythm and rhyme
all winding roads lead to quiet highways perfectly straight
all newfound articulate scenery i eagerly await
please know that i think of you at every exit and entry
i appreciate the spring water scented salutations that you sent me
the more distant that i get the closer to my heart that you are
the memory of you is etched in my mind whether near or far
there is no such thing as a fond farewell or a simple goodby
if i were truly devoted to you i certainly would try
hello from far away
i hope this greeting greets you
one day i hope my actual eyes will be the honorary recipient that meets you
10:43:26 AM
And ten weeks later
You'd be gone
But your socks
Are still here
You looked so bad when you left
Barefoot without a care,
Solitaire
The blanket you wore
You had sworn you'd tear
Before you'd leave again
All tattered and alone
Without a thought for your own
Pursued by thrushes
And their beautiful song
A gem by it's lonesome
Solitaire
Let well enough alone
The disquieting emotion
Of your isolation
Your unequalled proofs
Of provocations
Considered seperatly
Things are never
Of the same class
Solitaire
No displacement of egos
Along your trail
To go next your steps
No devotee gaining on you
No toting any trappings
And your back subtracted
Into the unsettling downpour
The colors of your cover fading
Solitaire
Bedcloths and linens
Wear dull the drifter
Prompted by airs
And your socks
Are still there
As if an advertisement
For the grandstand
Of your departure
Solitaire
So long to former discourse
Recoiling without answers
According to pattern
No more, the grand tour
For pegs on a board
Extinct and flightless
No long goodby
Forever distracted
Solitaire.
I WOULD RESTORE MY PEOPLES
If money was no issue and I could buy and restore anything...
I would buy back; the freedom, Identity, cultures, artifacts, and land of my people!
I would restore our land to everything we need to once again be the great and Independent Nations we once were.
I would buy back the education of our past, present, and great futures that lie before us, here and there after.
I would buy back the truth of our existence, reveal the lies that have kept us captive, Say goodby to those who still perceive themselves as the Masters and sing a sigh of freedom while starring at the depiction of a New World Plantation from a distance.
If money was no issue and I could buy and restore anything...
I WOULD RESTORE MY PEOPLES
MY ANSWER TO THE RICHEST QUIZ ON YOUTUBE
"10 Mind-Blowing Facts About President TRUMP's AIRLINE"
They are off in their CRV, for fun, swimming and sand!
Grandma, the old fogey , however, must stay on land.
Writing poetry to unknown people.
Some who’d love to toss her from a steeple?
She has a few friends there, who do mean so much.
They email her and they do have the Midas touch.
Life has been good to Grandma in more ways than one.
She wishes you happiness, health and relaxing fun.
Her cat waves goodby, oh how both will miss you.
They both wave goodbye, blowing noses in tissue!
7/19/2021
…3…
The day my lover left it was a winter snow storm,
I begged him not to go but he just laughed at me;
I snuggled under my blanket and was soon asleep,
And in my dream, I heard the loud crash.
The crunch of metal and then there was silence,
My spirit floated above the battered car, ethereal;
And that is where I found him beautifully dead,
Hair a tangled raven cloud, I hovered above.
My spirit kissed his cold blue lips, goodby love,
I lingered holding him close to my broken heart;
I woke up suddenly- loud knocking on the front door,
Two police officers were standing there.
We regret to inform you . . . .
______________________________
March 14, 2016
Poetry/Verse/The Day My Lover Left
Copyright Protected, ID 16-768-170-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, The Day My Lover Left
sponsor, Skat
Third Place
Winter is saying its last goodby to my lonely garden
as nature turns the page to another chapter as
it has done though-out the ages.
The earth now free from the grip of Old Man Winter,
I welcome the songs of arriving birds. I can see
my garden shaking itself awake and showing me the
swollen colored buds of fruit trees.
Green tiny leaves are peeking out of my perennials
searching for the warmth that Mother Earth will soon
provide. The earth is offering nutrients to all its new
born siblings proving again that death is not the end.
Gentle winds will once again caress the buds of bushes,
and the scent of blossoms will again welcome the
insects and bees; to taste their life given nectar.
I am my garden protector, and as I inspect my domain
with my cat, my hands and pants covered in mud,
I see weeds peeking out; ready to keep my plants and
flowers company.
I see a robin hopping on the dead grass and I whisper
a small prayer. Picking up my cat, I walk to my porch
and sit on the swing.
Oh, I never thought I could live long enough to see
another Spring. Drinking cold coffee, my cat by my
side, I plan my garden duties for Spring.
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke --Gardens Poetry
Contest. February 19 2019
I love taking photographs of flowers,
on a summer day with long hot hours;
now, that sweet, sweet heat is fading away,
and the days are full of falling showers.
Like flowers- to summer I am clinging,
and on long walks a picnic lunch bringing;
I am just not ready to say goodby,
but lay under the sun with birds singing.
A dying beauty I cannot deny,
is breathtaking as flowers in July;
yes, I will miss the blooms of summer,
no more photos of sweet gardens- oh my.
I will miss the iridescent hummer,
woodpecker outside - my little drummer;
I am clinging summer, please just don't go,
would like to turn back time to midsummer.
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September 26, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Clinging to Summer
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1065-012-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.