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I think I've been asleep
for just about seven years
I told myself that life goes on
and I shed not any tears.
I lived my life every day
I would say...totally unaware
that somewhere in this world
There is someone that might care
I've been so wrapped up in nothing
that I simply gave up on life
Not wishing or hoping anything
or even consider.. I could be a wife.
Who would want me anyway?
I'm older and way past my prime
But something sparked my interest
Just in the nick of time
I can tell you I was completely surprised
by the compliment from cyberspace.
It said I think you gorgeous and fair...
He hadn't seen the lines on my face.
so of course I told him the truth,
My own words sealing my fate
I would like to get to know you
but I fear you are too late.
I had to be honest with him
right from the very start
but he said age is just a number
and love comes from the heart.
Those words I believe woke me up
to the new possiblities of life
Who knows what life can bring?
I may even become a wife.
And even if that can't be
I will never again depart
from "Age is just a number"
love comes from the heart.
connie moore
8/6/2013
Jack
They Say a Man Only Dies Once.
It Is Something Done Strictly Alone.
No One Can Go with You
And it Is Not Something You Can Be Shown.
They Also Say You Won't Know When.
You Don't Get to Have a Say.
So When You and Your Dog Go on Patrol,
You Pray, "Please Lord, Not Today.
Sometimes You Think He Hears You,
Other Times You're Scared near Tears.
And If You Die While on Patrol
You Hope You Are Remembered for Years.
I Was Lucky and Came Home,
And I Was So Very Glad to Be Back,
But I Owe My Life to Prayer
And a German Shepard Named Jack.
He Took My Death Away from Me,,
So My Name Is Not on the Wall
I Will Never Forget My Dog Jack,
He Loved Me ...And for Me.....he Gave it All.
Connie Moore
It’s the Little Things
by Bob Moore © 2019
It’s the little things, which mean a lot
the things you have, not the things you have not
the love of family, and your friend’s too
the memory of times, which we’ve all been through
Many things happen to build a life
the good, the bad, the joy, and the strife
the happiness of children born
the sadness of people too soon gone
So say the things you want to say
to friends and family every day
some things are too easy, to be forgot
it’s the little things, which mean a lot
To say I love you way out loud
to tell your children, you are proud
of the things, which they have done
and the people, they have become
Sometimes happiness can be fleeting
so enjoy the time of every meeting
Love, affection, and feelings too,
which you give to others, come back to you
And when your life has been well lived
If you always gave, what you had to give
they will remember you, and so
it’s the little things, that mean a lot, you know
Sometimes I Seem to Forget
How Valuable I Can Be.
I Let Things Drag Me down
Along with Opinions of Me.
As Long as I Have No Desire,
To Fulfill Dreams of My Own,
Then There's Nothing I Can't Do
As Long as My Needs Leave Me Alone.
I'm Glad My Own Wants Are Gone,
Now I Can Do What I Feel Is Right
I Fought with Me for Awhile
But I've Finally Won the Fight
I Buried My Selfish Streak
Way down Deep in My Soul.
And I Pray with All My Heart
That I Can Keep this Iron Control.
This Is Not the First Time
That Myself Escaped and Came Out,
Wanting and Needing Happiness,
And Taking Me on the Wrong Route.
But You Can Bet Your Last Dollar
It Won't Happen Anymore.
No One on this Earth
Will Ever Come Through My Closed Door.
Connie Moore
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Life Ever Changing
As I set beside the shoreline
Remembering my yesterdays
Some with regret of course
Shaping how I have changed my ways
There is nothing I can change
Looking back is all I can do
I have some wonderful memories
Of which I find are way too few
I am captain of my fate
A fact unknown by me for years
But truth finally came to light
After shedding so many tears
I let go of all the pain
I harbored within my heart
And I slowly began to heal
Even making a new start
Life is ever changing
And I’ve learned a simple thing
Take the first step and then another
Believing the honest joy it can bring.
Connie Moore
6/22/19
Old Age
by Robert J (Bob) Moore ©2020
Didn’t used to talk like this
didn’t used to moan
didn’t used to walk like this
didn’t used to groan
I always had a spritely step
and a strength was in my voice
but I guess I suddenly got old
I really had no choice
It sure does sneak up on you
and slowly but surely you find
your get up and go, has got up and gone
and you were left behind
So, now most of my free time
is spent doing what I please
as long as it’s not too strenuous
there’s no pain in my knees
If my arms don’t ache, and my back is good
and I can move around
then I should not complain too much
there are worse to be found
We Are Only Here for a Little While,
A Small Window of God Given Time.
Now That I Am Older,
I See I Have Slipped with Some of Mine.
I Wasted So Much Precious Time
Chasing Dreams That Had No Worth,
It Is Something I Will Dearly Regret
When It’s Time to Leave this Earth.
But with the Time Still Left,
I Shall Hope for Better Things,
Perhaps to Help a Friend
And the Joy I’m Sure That Brings.
I’ll Reach out and Say Hello
Or Help Someone in Need
A Simple Kindness I Will Show...
And Others May Follow this Lead.
I’ve Often Asked, “Why Am I Here?”
And No Answers Do I Hear...
But Deep down Inside I Know
My Own End Coming......Is Nothing to Fear..
Connie Moore
May 14, 2001
In my personal political library
of capital invested thoughts
about healthier attachment
through co-invested feelings,
Sit-Spot sets
gold lettered Wisdom of Laotse,
Neighboring George Lakoff's
The Political Mind
growing freedom toward
Laotse's YangLeft
liberal strength of repurposed thoughts
for recycling wealthy health co-governance,
And Frances Moore Lappe
and Adam Eichen's
aching Daring Democracy
on his climatic YinRight
conservational intent
for sacred Green WaterBearer Sanctuary.
How could I not have earlier noticed
this empowering alphabetical liberation
co-incidence
of climate co-governing resilience?
Sacred Economic Promise
merely setting statically hoarding dust
here on my shelves
waiting for climate restoring notice,
then commitment,
then multigenerational solidarity
of memory and re-imagination,
creation and re-creation,
intellectual curiosity
and co-empathetic courage,
alpha-rhythmic interest
and slow-growing omega co-investment,
Power
reciting co-empowerment,
light
revealing cooperative enlightenment,
weavings
unraveling reweavings,
frames
blending reframes,
stages
inviting perennial ages,
history
retelling culturally emotived power stories
In my personal political library
of useful commodity-infested thoughts
My Facebook Page
by Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2018
My Facebook page is all aglow
with notes, from people that I know
friends of mine from here and there
just need a hug, see if you care
Post “I Need a Hug” there on your page
see who responds, it’s all the rage
“I know who’ll answer this” you say
as you post your question of the day
You get a hug or two and then
you post your dinner, where, and when
what you had, and how it tasted
not a bit of it was wasted
Then home you go, and let friends know
the dog was happy, and said hello,
and it was such a tiring day
you need some sleep, so g’nite you’ll say.
Strange Love
Love Is Such a Strange Thing
Not Understood by Many
It's a Giving and a Sharing
And it Doesn't Cost a Penny
You Can't Buy it with a Fortune
Or Demand That it Be Yours
You Can Search the World over
But It's Not for Sale in Stores
Some Say It's in the Heart
Others Say It's in the Mind
It Doesn't Matter What They Say
Love Is Hard to Find
When You Finally Find Love
There Is Something You Discover
You're Never Ever Quite the Same
You Just Don't Recover
The Shock Is Quite Electric
You're Not in Your Natural State
You Know You've Lost Your Mind
And Your Heart Has Learned its Fate
Love Is Such a Strange Thing
So Many Understand
But it Costs So Very Much
More than Money in Your Hand
When Your Heart Is Broken
There Is No Place to Heal
You Have No Where to Turn
And the Pain Is Much Too Real
So If You've Finally Found Love
Guard it with Great Care
It Was Freely Given
To Lose it Makes Life …..
Very Hard to Bear
Connie Moore