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A tender look can reveal
More what a heart feels
That millions of words
Broken nouns and verbs
They can never share
That look that is expressed
Within the dilated irises
That welcome true intimacy
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It is in the eyes that I can see
Expressions of joy, gentleness
Feelings so tender and alive
That I know they were meant
To keep me from growing tired
Of all the carefully carved gestures
Discovered with a knowing love
One that has been with you so long
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It is there, in the dreamy glimpses
Just after waking from a warm sleep
That the feelings shared, so sweet
Remind me why I share my life always
Knowing that I have other choices
Yet, also knowing that no other choice
Would lead me to this place of peace
Comforting, whole and so sincere
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That soft touch of the eyes against
My own look that is so sure of the heart
That touches me with its acceptance
Its desire for spending life together
With only the hope that we can avoid
The dreadful moment that may come
When one of us loses our good health
Or happens into a negative part of self
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The tender look that expresses
Love that is lasting and honest
Pure, without motives or selfishness
Love that is alive with happiness that
Survives every hint of growing older
Even welcoming the wrinkles and gray
That happen when you’ve shared days
With that one special friend, the one
Who makes your life a better place to live
Been a jackaroo for many years with my "swaggle on my shoulder"
a "diamantina drover" throughout the river land
"Ive been everywhere" meeting many women
none have been of interest never asked any for their hand
But now I know "I'll never find another you"
here is a proposal for you to be my wife
For the honeymoon a trip on the "morning town ride"
celebrate togetherness for the rest of yours and my life
We'll travel through the desert to Uluru
a mighty monolith it may even be "raining on the rock"
"Imagine" the scenery atop now prohibited as it's sacred land
tourists every year by the thousands is where they flock
We'll return and purchase a rural farm
with a "home among the gum trees"
kangaroo grass bracken fern and "cootamundra wattle"
a place in summer where we'll enjoy a cooling breeze
We'll own five hundred acres raising
sheep pigs goats horses poultry and cattle
Once a year at shearing time removal of fleece
"click go the shears" will be the rattle
We'll enjoy raising a happy family
living mostly in a "world of our own"
Passing on our mentorship and wisdom
until all the children have grown
Through the times of hardship
that rural life will raise
Always be assured "that help is on its way"
support from friends on challenging days
Together we have always stood on "solid rock"
growing older we'll reflect "looking forward looking back"
Many family photographs stored amongst our memorabilia stock
without you, i would be
an ostrich with my head
in the dirt
with you, i am a king holding
my head high
the message on the door to the
maintenance guys was a cry to God
for help
frigidity has no mercy on the one that
struggles and wonders 'what next'
when you came along, i forgot the
definition of a globe and of hope
now i play with the colorful, bouncing
rubber ball of life
i let said ball bounce all the way to our
next destination of discovery
you make me so thankful to God that i
decided to answer the door that cold,
dark night of sheer confusion
if i didn't, then i would still have hurt knees
and an offensive body to this very day
i guess i can now admit that i am not the
solid island that i thought i was
growing older is the most natural inspiration
for pure truth and clarified enlightment
Meg often told Josh
to try to be less reckless
but Josh had panache
when dealing with dangerous
too often being feckless
since days of sixth grade
their hands often intertwined
Meg and Josh displayed
how their main wants were aligned
though to harm Josh was purblind
Meg off to college
while Josh acquired war knowledge
strife without stoppage
where fears must be acknowledged
sympathy soon abolished
is no safe return
for what's lost along the way
only time to burn
no matter what others say
may come no brighter new day
when Twin Towers fell
Josh had rushed off to enlist
Meg's life went to hell
Josh’s words now like a hard fist
boy she'd known didn't exist
the world keeps turning
no matter how hard we pray
or strength of yearning
for that which was yesterday
tomorrow can be stone gray
forward observer
to Afghanistan he's sent
his own preserver
living in wind torn pup tent
letters described his descent
first months Meg worried
next mission Josh would be dead
their future buried
Josh's letters fill her with dread
terror lies in what's now read
tis time which smolders
forever change is churning
both growing older
with each thing Meg is learning
worry won't stop time burning
hold tight to your soul
into the void it may go
longing digs deep holes
upsetting the status quo
mixing up who's friend and foe
tick-tock does not stop
until tense mainsprings unwind
now their ball shall drop
just before ties will them bind
leaving little peace of mind
what scares Meg most
not if Josh is still alive
with return now close
Meg's uncertain she'll survive
what's become a nosedive
measuring last breathes
some things become worse than death
stolen by time's thieves
what we still want to believe
before we can start to grieve
dreading Josh's return
Meg would now prefer to hide
only time to burn
their fate's unwilling new bride
now caught on the same strange ride
only time to burn
while human emotions churn
withal yet we yearn
our ought-to-bes make downturns
changes cannot be returned
I use to sit and wonder
What life was all about
Spent my days & nights
Wandering all around
Is it about the enjoyment
When I was playing like a child
To use my imagination
To know It's all worthwhile
To know I was truly loved
When my momma tucked me in
Playing with my father
Then he huged me with a grin
Then the moment came, When life
Wasn't fun anymore
I got a taste of death
It left me crippled on the floor
Sorrow moved in
Like a storm to the west
The death of my grandmother
Broke my heart, that lies in my chest
Then growing older,anger & envy came about
It fueled my life for many years
Until I decided just to kick them out
Happiness is wholesome
Sorrow is never good
Jealousy is dangerous
Hatred Itself; is just an awful word
By no means am I the wisest, man around
But I think it's just about living
And enjoying all that life offers
Even, when the rain is coming down
R.K.H.
10/19/2021
Today this morning as the sun begins to rise
Deep in thought my soul opens and I realize
Life isnt brought to us for our own goal or purpose
We, each one, spinning with solid dedication
Begins anothers endless rotation
Singlely working toward its own elevation
Gears of a welll oiled creation
Our goals centered around our own reality
Each day each one growing older maybe not equally
Headed toward our own destiny
Propelling another in their own identity
Your journey brings dents and possibly a scar
All the while making us who we are
Distances taking you no where yet bringing us so far
Much like the parts of a well built car.
As we spin so elequently never realizing our world depends on another
Maybe a stranger, a friend, perhaps your mother
Endlessly we spin blindly propelling each other
Yet we live for ourselves, getting nowhere. oh brother!
This day I close my eyes and thoughts turn inward on my own soul
Where its hard to reflect but still inwardly I go
Looking back I see my accomplishments and the things opportunitys or moments I blowed.
But from this day forward there are things I know.
This gear, this single piece of a very large creation
content with my own existence a world made from my own imagination.
But now not so blindly beginning anothers rotation
Instead of spinning with just dedication I'll put my heart into the equation
There are many signs I have grown older…that make me wonder…how
in the blink of an eye…
All the time I’ve been alive…all the years that have slipped by.
When I look into a mirror…sometimes…I feel chagrin…
What hair I have left has turned to gray…and there are wrinkles on my skin.
Sometimes my body aches…from my head down to my toes…
Are my ears supposed to be this big?
And don’t get me started on my nose!
But I don’t need a mirror to see how quickly time has flown.
All I have to do is look at my children…and grandchildren
and see how much they’ve grown.
As I see the men and women they’ve become…
and are becoming
Across my face a smile spreads…
That smooths out every wrinkle and softens every gray hair on my head.
A smile that extends out to my ears…and changes the shape of my nose…
that soothes any ache I might be feeling…from my head down to my toes.
I know I’m growing older…of this I have no doubt….
but growing older has never been something I worry too much about….
Because, no matter how many years have passed….
No matter how many swings the pendulum of time has swung….
My children and my grandchildren have always found a way
to make me feel young.
I am nothing but a raindrop
Sliding down the path of life
I feel in the beginning I was pure
I was wholesome
but as time went by I collected dirt
I lost myself along the way
And now I need only look back to see
Parts of me that rubbed off
On the world
Sometimes I feel lost and afraid
Feeling like the path I'm on is predetermined
And perhaps that's exactly what life is
Maybe we're all sliding down predicted paths
To what will likely be similar ends
It's not as if I'm the only raindrop on this path
For there are millions of raindrops just like me
Yet each raindrop tells a story
In the pathway that it leaves behind
And perhaps one day my story will be told
Or maybe I'll fade insignificantly
Yet all I can do is keep sliding down this path
The fear of the unknown is always there
And perhaps that's exactly what life is
We're all fighting our own demons
Hoping to defeat them before they defeat us
And perhaps every raindrop loses part of who they are
We only need to look back to see
But what rubbed off someone else
Has become a part of who we are
I feel that maybe in the end I'll be pure again
And I'll be whole with a lifetime of experiences
While the dirt will be cleansed
I am nothing but a raindrop
Sliding down a windshield
Childhood mem'ries, happy childhood mem'ries
When the world was beautiful and sunny
I laid down my head and prayed
For new toys and for good grades
I did not need much for joy and comfort.
Then years later life became much harder
Learning all I could with care and ardor
But my passion scorned my peers
They replied with shoves and jeers
Till my zest for life was near extinguished.
College years, I gained my independence
Shunning all my foes with my transcendence
I had strength and zeal to fight
Working hard both day and night
Hoping to create a world utopia.
When I graduated, I was certain
Comfort and success would be my guerdon
But the world turned me away
Snubbing all I had to say
All my hopes and talents were for nothing.
Now, I'm growing older and more broken
And the sleeping world is still not woken
My beard gets grayer by the years
My eyes get wrinkled by my tears
And I feel less hopeful for tomorrow.
When it came time to picking names for Christmas presents…their Dad was the name no one would vie for…because they all knew, when it came to presents, their dad was hard to buy for.
It didn’t matter who put their hand into the hat and drew out their dad’s name…when they asked him what he wanted…his answer was always the same.
“I’m surrounded by the beauty of nature and as long as we don’t destroy it…I’ve already been gifted with a number of ways in which I can enjoy it.
I can see sunrises and sunsets, hear the birds and smell the flowers too. I can taste the mushrooms from my garden and touch the morning dew.
I have a few aches and pains from growing older but I am lucky to be healthy…and though I don’t have a lot of money in the bank…in so many other ways…I’m wealthy.
I have a roof over my head, clothes on my back, food to eat and books to read. I have the love of my wife, my family and friends…what more do I need?
Then he would smile, stare at whoever asked the question that year and say…”I think the best gift would be…if everyone in the world was as hard to buy for as me.”
Yes, his children had a hard time buying a present for their dad when it came to Christmas Day...but looking back on all their Christmases together...they wouldn't have had it any other way.