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I enjoyed meeting the two of you from a far away land.
It gave me a little glimpse of life in another country.
We swapped stories about our lives and where we stand.
It’s good to know that there others out there just like me.
Because of the people from all over the world that I’ve met,
My eyes have been opened to different ways of living.
I’m impressed with the openness and kindness that I get.
It sometimes takes a lot of courage to be so giving.
Of all the people that I’ve met, and there are so very many,
There are two in particular that I wish to point out.
I hope that I will never forget Rachel and Danny.
In the short time they were here, there was a lot we talked about.
I’ll put you in my heart as a couple of new-found friends,
With whom I hope to continue to keep in touch.
Who knows, a trip to London may be just around the bend.
I’ll have to stop by for a visit… I’d like that very much.
Have you ever wondered when a friendship forms?
When is that one moment in time when random people come together…
and their worlds begin to rhyme?
Have you ever wondered if there are people out there walking…
perhaps just around the bend
people…we don’t know yet…who were destined to be our friends?
People who walk separately into a room…and from the moment they arrive
feel in their hearts…and souls…they’ve known each other all their lives.
Do they sense it in their greeting?
Can they see friendship in their eyes?
Is it somewhere in their smile?
Can they feel their friendship rise?
They begin to share their stories…share their feelings…share their woes…
Is it in between their laughter or their tears…Is that where friendship grows?
Or am I giving it too much thought? Is it possible to know
when a friendship seed is planted…when it actually begins to grow.
I suppose it doesn’t matter what feelings initially bind them
for when it comes to friends in life…we are lucky just to find them.
Lucky knowing we have old friends…we’ve had since we were young
friends who we grew up with…friends we love to be among.
And lucky knowing we can make new friends…who, when added to the old,
make our life even more meaningful…make it a wonder to behold…
Perhaps that is the beauty of friendship…
what makes it so astonishing…and sweet..
knowing we have some old friends…
some new friends…
and some friends…we’ve yet to meet.
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As we sit looking out over
weary western skies,
breathing in the solitude
of twilight’s scented breeze,
remembering the passing day
and dreaming of spring flowers
waiting just around the bend
I see the evening’s first star
appear beyond the barren maples
above a drowsy horizon,
an opal on a deep violet canvas,
a single heartbeat pulsating
in the late winter heavens,
and I make a silent wish
Chilly winds waft through the fields,
their quiet rush flowing
in tempo with this celestial heartbeat,
when you take my face in your
silken hands and kiss me,
sweeter than rose petal pudding,
taking my breath completely away
Then resting your head
on my shoulder you sigh telling me
I am everything you have ever wished for
and you will love me forever,
when I feel three heartbeats forming as one
and glancing up at that star once more
I whisper, “thank you”
3/20/20
For A Star’s Heartbeat poetry contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
4/21/18
We both know the journey never ends
We spend most of our life trying to fend off
What we feel is pretend
You have paved your way, my good friend
You were always in it until the end
Lord, I pray it's never goodbye
As our friendship always soars on high
You put your boots into the wind
I hope your life away starts as free as it began
Since you no longer have to sit and spin
I wish you well my kind friend
I'm glad nothing about you was pretend
Though your journey may take you away
I will pray for God to help you find your way
So our friendship will always be in play
Let's never bend or try to mend
What made us such good friends
A new chapter in our life is about to begin
We both come out of it with a big win
Just makes you want to grin
As we sit back and take it all in
I tend to believe we will both be seeing each other
On the other side of what you're about to discover
I hope you recover all the love you left behind
I will remember your kind soul and how we use to roll
We both know this is a sign
So I respect how you want to walk this line
I know I will catch up with you just around the bend
My good friend until the end
May God go with you into the wind
And keep your life free of sin
My dear sweet friend until the end
While your are waiting by the window watching legs go by
and wishing upon clovers that soon your smile will sigh
Don't trade your hopes for doubts, its not a time to die
its time to live strong at New Year's door, so lets comply
Its been a long time since the norm I know it all looks hazy
but it is New Years Eve, lets do our part and not go crazy
find a way to celebrate within complacency
this world will heal again, if we do it safely
We will be touching hands once again my friend
maybe we can be strong until then
we have so much living to do its just around the bend
so don't give up now, this is not the end
HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE
Late August evening’s high
the sun set easing in deep and low
loitering and hanging in the north western sky
barely giving light to the world below.
A mix of orangey reds drifting further down
trailing below the purple blue hazed gray clouds,
remnants of a cool off day spent in town
and the populace hiding in night’s shrouds.
Hazy bluish yellows peach blends
linger across the western sky
trailing sunset colors ascend
and red burns flowing by.
August comes to its end relaxing
a quiet expose of summer life
beach dancing and splashing
ensued forgetting every struggled strife.
The season quickly spent mid way and lost
to the end of school's joyous screams
and early vacations now exhaust
holding out plans for next years dreams.
Shadows begin to creep on a covey of small wrens
exuding gladness for the coolness of the day in nite song
and singing for tomorrow just around the bend
promising to touch new themes both short and long
Late July whispered long with silent
goodbyes seemingly unchanged
the truth is nothing is as vibrant,
just forever rearranged.
Say goodbye to summer, its end of day
with July passed and spent
as all begins to slip away
the month of August promising greater intent.
Take the days remaining and enjoy their sun glowed pleasures
and time alone will recall the best displays
for every moment lived with family and friends is a treasure
in disappearing yesterdays.
Speak to me of days past and gone
reliving childhood hopes and dreams
and in those sweet memories I carry on
reveling in by gone days no longer to be seen.
Our lives will have their share of joy and happiness
with a sprinkling of sorrow and pain
They will see their share of sunshine.
They will see their share of rain.
At times we will find ourselves in the midst of a joy…
like we’ve never felt before…
when all of a sudden sorrow
comes knocking on our door.
At times we will find ourselves consumed with sorrow…
wondering if it will ever end
and suddenly find joy waiting for us
just around the bend.
Knowing life can change in an instant…
No matter what we plan…
We try to remember to enjoy the joy
every moment that we can.
And when sorrow is a visitor
We try never to lose sight…
how her shadows will eventually fade
In the joyfulness of light.
Knowing life is unpredictable
always changing
and has no guarantees
we close our eyes
we fold our hands
and we get down on our knees.
We pray that fate or destiny
or the universe will be kind…
that when sorrow enters our life…
joy is never far behind.
"a new theme song"
always in the darkest of moments there remains life
breathing and beating with fallen angels holding on
carrying grace silently with unseen tears and alone
doing what they do best showing their painted face
every emotion tucked away and hidden so far away
forgetting the loss of life and oneself yet still
glowing outwardly in the center of untrained eyes
hoping until the sphere of light magically shines
grasping desperately to worthy wishes and dreams
in this journey traveled words are never spoken
jealously has no meaning for the chosen ones yet
kites are ready to fly within winds and blue skies
lifting inner peace restoring life to amazing souls
meanwhile yesterday remains because of its truth as
new days new beginnings are just around the bend
only if walls could talk would it set angels free
proving what lies ahead is being whispered while
recalling life of yesterday and the dried heart
suddenly a new day echoing a new theme song
tells fallen angels to hold on believe and breathe
SkyWatcher
08-11-23
One tentative step,
then another, bolder,
breaching vastness
unbounded.
It is the resolute study of
empty pages
hopeful
of a happy ending
to what is yet written
It is predatory bloodlust
too intense
and transcendent
of the present.
Contracted muscles,
surging adrenaline,
narrowed vision,
and felled prey.
Everything else shrinks,
momentarily,
to nothing
'til time catches up.
It is an embrace,
accepting,
fully ignorant,
but sweetly,
all that lurks,
creeps,
lies in wait,
just around the bend
with a deceptive grace.
A plummet,
cascading free-fall,
awash in misty glee,
upheld by angel wings
and the river
recklessly
toppling
over a cliff.
Blinding swirling passions
disorientation,
oblivion,
battered
but alive.
Alive
and
confident still.
09/02/15
Our dad drives with the recliner down like a waterbed as uncapped bottles of water gushes down. My older sister putting on her third face now, none of it hides her stuck-out tongue at me. My older brother still thinks I'm invisible. Not mom, she only sees me, "Did you break this, or, did you spill this?"
It's one of those 'Blackouts', it seem to be a bit more as I get older. I am getting up a bit bolder, they say that it is a good thing munchkin getting a agronot badge so I can put on my spacesuit. Soon I'll be able to shoot for one of those starry twinkly pads way up there twinkling away.
They'll be getting me ready for those receiving pads up there, but here on Earth we just have the launching pads just around the bend. Still blackout, and pretty much Indian country here they think this whole place is scared land. It's not scared land, it's sacred land. Well it's scary now with it been blackout all this way.
We can see the tall behemoths standing in the shadows pointy noses all seeing circularity's silhouettes destination bound for that moon, or Kalamazoo. Tough being four, Kalamazoo? Yeah, that's Indian for where all the injured animals crawl to die when the Indians go during the hunt.
GOOD, I will take the spirits of the animals with me, like troopers, and I will take them to the happy hunting grounds in the sky.