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The best love I never had
I think back to when we first met,
my thoughts linger I don't know why,
I remember everything we said that night...
I wish... I couldn't remember
I saw her standing there all alone
I thought, this woman's gonna change my life
when I approached her... then she started to cry
I never understood what happened
I wrapped her up in my youthful arms
I listened carefully to all she said
I said the words I thought would comfort her
She ran away... thinking I didn't care
Chorus
The last words I said... keep on repeating
I'm sorry... I'm so sorry,
There was nothing I could say,
to make her come back to me, and
I still feel bad...
she was the best love I never had
I still feel bad...
she was the best love I never had
I heard that she married, maybe once or twice
to someone who was just like me
I'll never figure out, just what's inside her mind
but, I know I have to let things be
Chorus
The last words I said... keep on repeating
I'm sorry... I'm so sorry,
There was nothing I could say,
to make her come back to me, and
I still feel bad...
she was the best love I never had
I still feel bad...
she was the best love I never had
Bridge
I still cry, I still cry
over the woman I hurt...
the words still cut like a knife...
I can't take them back now...
cause once they've been said...
the damage has already been done
Chorus
The last words I said... keep on repeating
I'm sorry... I'm so sorry,
There was nothing I could say,
to make her come back to me, and
I still feel bad...
she was the best love I never had
I still feel bad...
she was the best love I never had
I still feel bad...
she was the best love I never had
I still feel bad...
she was the best love I never had
John Derek Hamilton
February 23,2018
They met beside the water’s edge
Drawn by the sound of lapping waves
Beneath the gaze of the full moon
Attraction blossomed into love.
But jealous fate split them apart
When out at sea a raging storm
Capsized his boat; no one survived.
But love like theirs could never die…
Twelve times a year she calls his name
Beside the sea where they first met
His words are borne upon a breeze
Her hair caressed; his presence felt…
This time her heart cannot endure
The absence of his form, his touch
She prays to God to bring him back
The veil between them falls away
Once more he pulls her in to him
As fingers trace her tear stained face
His lips claim hers in ardent kiss
She thanks her God for this sweet gift
His breath, his scent, what joy is this?
But when she opens up her eyes
She is alone on windswept beach
Beneath the gaze of the full moon
A Callman Collaboration
Paul Callus and Eileen Ghali
Soulmate
There was a time, I know I've been there
Felt the peace, the love, it was everywhere
The surroundings seemed so far but new
The stirring of feelings just grew and grew
Passing through the croud of many familiar faces
Visions of a fair there in the spaces
As though knowing I was searching for someone
He doing the same, longing for this moment to come
There I saw him, moving slowly toward me
When we touched, stand still moment in eternity
Every look, every movement, felt so good
I wish I could stay there, if i could i would
When we made love, a love like no other
A love that left nothing out to wonder
The kisses so warm and true
Mouths entertwined like the morning dew
I could feel my soul was leaving
We held on tight, vision was fading
As I woke up, I shed a tear
Not kowing when he'd come back, which year
We visited each other two or three times
When the time is right, I'll join my valentine
Together we will meet again
Hopefully never part, our souls in the wind
Written by: Debra M. Falgout
It’s easy to get in and out of infatuations but true love stays despite cruelties and humiliations. For there is no ego, no pretensions….true love is just about trust, respect and patience.
Hah! They say the sky and the ground can’t ever unite!
Forever they are together, despite endless hues and cry.
Its true love when you fight and clarify!
They say the sky and the ground can’t ever unite!
But the sky cries, the moment its beloved is dry.
It’s true love when you can’t bear each other’s pain and sigh!
They say the sky and the ground can’t ever unite!
Ah! The sky lights up the stars and the ground flaunts its fireflies,
It’s true love when together you smile despite worries and demur!
They say the sky and ground can’t ever unite!
The sky will keep the ground engulfed till it dies.
It’s true love’s warm and protective hug that makes you survive!
They say the sky and ground can’t ever unite!
Don’t they ever fight?
Hurricanes, Volcanoes, Lightening and Rain!
They too get violent; they play insane games.
It’s true love when without each other you cannot survive!
They say the sky and the ground can’t ever unite!
Still, we see tides in the sea each and every night!
True love can’t stay away, they do unite!
For their love is a knot…. the one in the sky ties!
Has Spring arrived in my garden?
Has the sun burst into my room all of a sudden
and made me shiver with joy!
I witness the Tulip bulbs revealing their breathtaking outfits -
first sign of Spring!
I witness the brown bark of my Willow Tree
rapidly changing its colour.
Do I spot a boisterous squirrel scurrying, through my garden,
in a hurried pace? Then definitely it's Spring!
Everything and everyone tells me Spring is
not far. But why in me I don't feel the ebullient breeze of warm sun?
I don't feel the sun because you are not
with me! The birds are not tweeting yet,
the air is not smelling fragrant yet,
my heart is not twirling yet in expectation,
although I pine for - colourful buds, glossy green
grass, honey-bees buzzing,
Are you going to keep me waiting?
For Strand 1070 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Her beauty terrifies me—
She's a girl I couldn't imagine, a girl I couldn't see.
Her soul is eternal, where the elders still gather,
Like a breeze that never rests, circulating and touching
Every corner of the earth, eternally nurturing,
Carrying out the mystery of existence.
She is admired by many, but few understand
Her majestic balance of self and others,
Gently guided by her inner voice, her nature's wisdom.
She may never know my passion for her,
I'm just a servant in her journey, a tiny pixel
In the vast picture of her life, hoping for a passing thought,
If I'm lucky.
She's the most beautiful woman I've ever met.
Her distant and faint memory is enough to calm
A restless mind. Her grace is like that of an angel,
Her face reminiscent of ancient beauty, her desires pure.
A life lesson concluded
When parting ways with you.
An old house proudly on top of a hill
Shutters open letting in the winter chill
A big wide bay window lets in the light
Bright Red Curtains can close out the night
Inside the window there is a seat so as to sit and stare
And gaze out at the view that’s available there
She sits there daily till the Postman passes
A stout young man who wears horned rimmed glasses
Who always waves and gives her a smile
As he wends his way for many a mile
She’s waiting for news of her true loves fate
The one that waved good bye at the Garden Gate
As he went off to war for King and country
Disappearing from view as he passed the old Plum Tree
To fight in a war so far very away
Will he ever return she thinks to herself every day
The thought of him having left her all alone makes her sad
Now she feels that she may lose everything they had
They are so much in love and now to be separated like this
All she has are memories of their last kiss
So that’s why she sits in her Window Seat
Looking so pretty in her dress so neat
Awaiting the words that will bring her joy
That he’s coming home to her and their little boy
Tommy is only five years old
And only knows what he has been told
That his daddy has gone off to war far away
But hopefully he will return some day
His mother Alice tries her best
To raise him right shield him from all the rest
Now she sits for today’s post
Until it arrives she does the most
To keep Tommy amused and off to school each day
And has done so each and every day
Suddenly she sees the postman approaching near
Suddenly her heart is filled with fear
Will he bring news of her love so dear
He hands her a letter marked confidential from the war department
And inside is news of her one true love that makes her feel content
Her one true love is coming home in a few days
The war is over he has survived the letter says
The postman realizes it must be good news at last
Now all her troubles may now be in the past
He has a wide smile and bids her goodbye
And travels on his merry way with a lasting sigh
Whistling a tune as he goes out of sight
Alice is back in her window seat the future looking bright
All well that ends well but she appreciates how lucky she is
They will be together again free to live in bliss
At fifteen I was filled with passionate dreams
God breathed possibilities through my ambitions
I learned to feel with my heart, visions of a caress
Whispering through me when I first met him, my fantasy
At twenty-three I was older and wiser, longing for a touch
Imagining he was with me, embracing my heart’s hopes
Touching me with reassurance, acceptance and compassion
Everything that would awaken in me a feeling of pure intimacy
At thirty-five I found myself dreaming of his generous spirit
Wondering across familiar reveries with a sense of urgency
Yearning for his hands stirring, awakening pleading from within
The mystery of his vigorous skills for pleasuring me warmed me
At forty-two I shared moments with him, nestled within his embrace
Reflecting on all the love we had seen arise between our secret expressions
Slowly, we discovered the opportunity to spread inspiration in our path
Amid the ones who saw our hearts and all that graced our circumstance
At fifty-five I came to him once again, after spending those years apart
We found a tenderness that could not be found in anyone else on earth
Together, we spend time learning and growing wiser with a sweet embrace
Knowing that love this strong and good comes around only once in this place
At times I worry about losing him again – amid the struggles to keep up
But there is a faith inside of me today that reminds me he has given me his love
Honesty, his passion, his tender caress – all that was lacking in my hopes
He is the one I long to share my life with and know will be in my heavenly home
God knows my heart and how I searched for him when I wasn’t in his grasp
God knows my spirit and how it reached out for this peace that I feel with him
God knows my hopes and dreams and how deeply I feel for this man that was
The one who got away and the one who returned on that joyful, inspiring day
The One that got Away Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
July 3, 2020
I'm a pearl in a seashell, but for the world, nothing
Just like those stars, which at a full-moon night, are nothing.
As wind deceives a little leaf, it falls down dancing
on the mud, others play clarion, it gets nothing
Heard that the shine of your Gazelle eyes embarrassed the
Moon last night, for in front of you her light was nothing
I dream to walk on sand hand in hand beneath the stars
Watch the dawn at shore, but my dreams to you are nothing
Your love for me should've been enough for me O’ Lord
But my cravings for more always lead me to nothing
In desert I walk, follow a track apart from all
But instead of Oasis, it takes me to Nothing
Death could be our mother to the other world, but we
can't be gods there either______all this Labor for nothing
Now you stand here Paghunda, confuse, melancholic
In the middle of Abyss, in center of nothing
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Home was no longer her home.
Thoughts of survival clouded her future.
She dragged the boulder tied to her feet,
each reluctance etched upon her face.
She walked through the dark night,
blending her body with a silhouette.
Together they moved—
hiding her from her past,
exposing her to a blurred tomorrow—
of uncertainty,
of hopelessness,
and of danger.
The strangeness of his accent
carried her beyond mountains~
where birds croaked
like frogs seeking mates.
“Why waste this beauty in the cold?”
She wondered
if beauty had finally found her face.
No one had ever used that word
to clothe her eighteen years of ugliness.
Perhaps he knew she was new to the street—
but she cared less.
To be called beautiful
was relief enough.
Years of grief dissolved in a second.
She smiled—transient, delicately fragile—
as joy briefly veiled the tears
the darkness hid from him.
He took her home.
Suddenly, home became beautiful—
not rotten wood,
not smelly gutters.
She met his youngest child first—her age mate,
then two others, older by years.
Disappointment pricked her heart:
she could not lie upon his chest,
could not whisper darling—
a word stolen from her lips
twenty-five years earlier
by a stranger
who now calls her “daughter.”
Yet the word still burned
like an ember on her tongue.
She longed to taste it,
but she knew it would be bitter.
She loved this kind stranger—
but her love for him
remained
u n r e a c h a b l e.