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For Steve
Dreading chapters yesteryears inked about us,
hour after day, I delayed my inevitable look.
I feared pain from words contained about us.
Dusty pages lay waiting and fading undisturbed.
In time, my will summed a pathway to confront
all sharings the book determined it construct:
My heart shakes and throbs as I attempt each word.
I strain my eyes to read inked chapters about our world.
Complete imagery leaps with emotions I will keep
including all bruising as ache-fraught inside of me
Time after years, I recall fondling that book
seeking clarity about all heartbreaks took.
It lacked any mention of why our love failed.
There were no pages with words explaining why,
so acceptance was the only semblance of an ally.
If only you knew, I'm in love with you
That you're happily married doesn't make me blue
I have to use this rhythm to run through
The secrets can be dangerous to my marriage too
Hope my honesty gives rings in the water - a breakthrough
Just let me kiss your lips once, soft and true
I admit, sweetheart I've dreamed about you (... taboo)
Of course, it can be seen as quite private, I know
But your wife and my husband have no clue
Forgive me for all my words and thoughts - I
Love
You
24/08/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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You walked away; left me in tears,
bitter words ringing in my ears.
I know you took me for a fool
You gave her that costly jewel,
this brought to light my deepest fears.
We’d been married for seven years,
our credit cards had huge arrears
debts mounted up, you were cruel …
you walked away.
I’d seen signs, faint red lipstick smears;
hushed phone calls, so that no one hears.
You laughed it off, acting so cool,
denying breaking any rule.
Meeting the lads for a few beers…
you walked away
Rondeau Contest
Sponsored by Janice Canerdy
10-11-17
I have moments I begin to think hatred and pain and suffering in this life are a given
Luckily in the next moment I’m reminded of what a wonderful world I live in.
Yesterday as sadness spread through the world like a virus how was I to know
joy would tap me on the shoulder in the form of:
an old book,
an old song
and a forgotten TV show…
A young couple came into the bookstore not on a specific expedition
but they found a book they both loved and had to have…it was a first edition.
They hugged then kissed as together they held onto that book
“Smile!” I said as with their phone their anniversary picture I took.
Next in the store came a mother…to her chest she was carrying her child
They stopped to say hello and when the baby looked at me…he smiled.
“His name is Malcolm.” his mother said and I could see innocence in his eyes.
He smiled at me every time they passed me and even as he waved goodbye.
For the last half hour we are open in the evening…I do this religiously
as a nice way to end the day…I play the same soft, smooth CD.
When it began to play this older couple came to me…
the wife’s eyes were filled with tears
“This is the song we danced to at our wedding!” She said ,
“and we’ve been married for 35 years!”
They lingered in the store a while, bought a book and were about to leave when…
I said, “Wait one minute. Happy Anniversary!”… and I played their song again.
A young couple a baby and an older couple reminded me of joy
and left me feeling high
as they all, on their way out of the store, smiled and waved goodbye….
In case you were wondering what book, what song, what TV show
here’s the answer to that riddle
It began with A Clockwork Orange
It ended with What a Wonderful World
And the smile that brought such joy…
that was Malcom in the middle.
You should build a wall around your heart they told her
You are too trusting, too open, too vulnerable, naïve
She laughed thinking of a wall like that.
She was a Pollyanna, a Julie Andrews, Snow White.
She would have lived with the Seven Dwarfs gladly,
Or entered an old codger’s house to hang prisms.
Her open light was a beacon, which drew in a narcissist.
He was handsome, which fooled her, like it had fooled others.
She was whisked away, thinking it was a forever after.
It was a life of hell, for she never learned to build the wall.
Every day thinking this is the day he will turn back into the prince.
Not realizing she had married a sociopathic wolf.
Nun non bearing
Her name Dorothea
Sister Dorothea
One of
The daughters of God
Gift of God an advid believer in mankind
Mother
Sister
Caring for fellow humans
She's a gift of God
Dorothea
Vow of chastity living life of prayers
Living life for the Savior
Dorothea Daughter of God
Abiding in charitable works in education and health care Never marrying lives a simple life
Follows the faith in God the Father and his Son Jesus Christ Nun non-bearing husband married to God
Nun non bearing Fortune files of poverty meaning living the simple life non-bearing files of obedience and a commitment to followed faith and the religious leaders Dorothea's
Some may view think it quite odd...
A Nun- Sister Dorothea Gift of God
5/18/20
For Nun Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Sernabtim and Jaycee nagar terrace
4th &12 th and 13th december2011
By Sashi. Prabhu (ZEAUOXIAN)
I have cheated my fears alright,
I have broken up with my doubts uptight,
I got engaged to my faith last night,
I married my dreams at the sight of first light.
I am not afraid to get up today,
I am not afraid to wake up to another day today,
I am not afraid to open my eyes today,
I am not afraid to climb out of bed today.
I am not afraid any more,
I am not afraid any more.
I am ready to face the world all alone,
I am ready to do anything to walk up the stepping stone.
I am ready to say anything to anyone,
I am ready to talk to anyone under the sun.
I am ready to yell from mountain tops,
I am ready to dive from ravine drops.
I am ready to walk for a cause,
I am ready to run to protect environmental laws.
I am ready to understand tangled issues,
I am ready to wipe all tears with tissues.
I am ready to jump out from a moving truck,
I am ready to pull my allies from loads of muck.
I am ready to be creative again,
I am ready to write and spill out my joys and pain.
I am ready to sing my own songs,
I am ready to correct my own wrongs.
I am ready to throw a stone afar,
I am ready to play my own music for all with the door ajar.
I am ready to write notes about me,
I am ready to put them up for all to see.
I am ready to whistle whilst I walk down the alley,
I am ready to pluck the fruits from the orchards of Sally.
I am not afraid any more,
I am not afraid any more.
Sweden today
What happened to Sweden throwing off her neutrality like it was an old overcoat and to make matters worse joining old NATO, that is a moribund military organization.
I remember Ingrid Bergman, a great actress when I see her, I wonder, why Ricky had
a nightclub in Casablanca
There were many famous Swedes, such as Alfred Nobel, and Ingmar Bergman, and not forget Birgitte Nielsen married to an actor named Rocky Stalone, a screen hero
I remember Malmo where I bought coffee cups
With flowers on, now this town is full of angry belligerent Islamists wanting to enforce Shari law and run around with big knives
Of course, there is the forever teenager Greta Thunberg who wears a permanent scowl when marching in protest against the EU or if not something else; one wishes, she would fall in love, have sex with a young man, and go back to school
The other night while looking up at the stars
A satellite passed through the nighttime sky
We both laid quietly on our backs
Trying not to blink an eye
No artificial lights from nearby cities
To distort our perfect view
I love laying out here in the open air
Sleeping next to you
We left our troubles back home in the city
Hiking out here for hours on end
I consider myself a lucky man
Being married to my best friend
We saw a shooting star
And each made a private wish
Mine was one that instantly came true
When you shared with me a kiss
The nighttime air was turning cold
But inside the sleeping bag it was getting hot
As gazing at stars became a second priority
To a passion that has never stopped
I love our friends and our social life
Fine dining and taking in a play
But the way we spent the last twenty-four hours
To me, is a perfect day
Soon we will return to the city
And a routine that has become mundane
But I will survive dreaming about the time
When we both can do this again
There were two
Acting role written as ‘cool’
One from the first state
Other an empire whose façade outside looks great
Table chances inside the beachside resorts
A drive through free federal highway really short
Rest in peace trip place where it ended
Airline industry needed young American Donald as a defendant
Amusement Pier now a gambling game
Bridge span has Delaware’s Memorial name
A simple river is the gap
Historical fiction worthy for an enemy to be trapped
Sports book came to Joe
Why go to Trump Taj ? “I don’t know!”
Beauty pageant on the seashore NBC Peacock streaming reel
Financial whiz kid authors “Art of the Deal”
Atlantic City Polo League benefit little chukkers
Casino charities benefit from twenty four hour suckers
Joe married University professor
Second Lady Title was how the people address her
Eight years Joe neighbored the White House
Back up commander using the rhetoric computer mouse
Reporting to General Public
Who basically replied, ‘good luck with it’
Today our leaders inform ‘wear a mask’
If going out to do our daily tasks
An invisible bug
Graves could be dug
While POTUS in a war of tug
Wrestling issues
From citizens needing tissues
Trying to survive 2020 summer
Socially honestly is a bummer
We listen to them
Reflecting on freedom invented by Franklin Ben
Hopefully it won’t be as cold
As the winter Valley Forge turnpike toll
Sit back let the revolution scene play out
Then in four years everyone will be able to shout
“GET OUT”
For this pair works for us
And we drive The American Independent Rock Star Bus