Long Old love Poems
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A stroll through memories
So very quaint
Time slips away
Like driftwood down a stream
An identity then
That faded over time
Replaced anew
Like dew on morning leaves
A love so passionate
It could melt the recent snows
Immortalized in memory
But not in reality
Feelings are fleeting
With shredded pieces of heart
Littering the highway
Of this life
At times there is bitterness
And others there is sorrow
But it is important
To find reconciliation
Old love creeps
But new love blossoms eternal
Indulge the past a little
But let it not whittle you away
In time you'll be happy
For the love once shared
And if you truly cared
You'll wish them the same
A stroll through memories
So quaint
Just remember to smile
And have the time of your life
Old love can always make a plot.
Either living or dead it always has its spot
You wish to speak but you don’t know how
You reach for memories for the way out
Out of silence into shouts.
Out of strangers into clout
Out of damnation into salvation
Into reality of what it was all about
A few words of memories from out the cloud
The feeling of empathy growing from the ground
Which would be better the wind or a saw
Is silence a weapon or just a flaw
We don’t have to go back it isn't a law
I am what I am the same as what you saw
Am I just beginning or learning to crawl
I don’t need compliments or attention at all
Just give the understanding I no longer fall
You were special and that you’ll always be
And the time we spent together
You’ll never take from me
From nothing I came into what would be
A memory or clash what's to become of me
A shadow of marriage and then divorce
Words were wedding bells
My absence the fatal course
Words become admission and guilt
They also become the sorrow that is felt
Forgiveness would be a word or two
These words I speak you know only you
All I ask is just a picture of you
Just a reminder of that thing you do
Dappled sunlight through tree branches
Casting rays upon those colored leaves
Brushstrokes of angular fall beauty
As this lovely fall afternoon turns into eve
In this countryside where golden dry leaves whirl
Old love shivers in twilight with an early moon
Their secrets shared in soft tender glances
As the north wind blows through pines’ amber display
Pine's sighs sing in appreciation
For what is true and radiant
Lovers find joy in the simple gifts and pleasures
While holding hands that fit together like a glove
Hearts entwined as one, among many lovers
While red, yellow, russet and burgundy play
Beneath the cobalt sky where diamonds sparkle
Grasping shadows of the colorful day
The breeze sings a special ode
To time’s change, as summer slips slowly away
Our fire, which once shone brightly through the night,
whilst tempered by age, is no less warm
and still burns slow with cherry embers bright
to keep us safe and sheltered through life's storm.
Our light may dim, yet always kept its mark
though summer doldrums, winter's icy gale
to show our path and guide us through the dark
hold steadfast to our course let love prevail.
In time, our flame gave rise to three new sparks
to nurture, guide and teach of worldly ways
and then release to find their own true arcs
and bear this fire to yonder days.
Face lined, flesh soft, and hair now grey
together love we greet each coming day.
I ain't like nothing you ever heard before
I tell you what when I get done
we'll see if you still feel the same
know im known, you know i spread all my love around
and what you looking for drugs sorry i dont sell them
U know where im from we do it all different kind of ways
got some good friends still, then i got some old friends that aint worth a ****
even though they say old friends are gold
Well maybe if your an old friend of mine you could show me
then sliver is refined new friends come and shine their lights on my dark path
and they love me even though im a smart ass
so stick around hell it ain't hell
its a pretty nice town Hillsboro, Tx
Oh hold those doubts and false thoughts about me
down in the valley in the shadow of darkness
i walk with men, i talk with them
some fathers some a couple hardheads
but they all good men or they would'nt walk with me
we got a team boy we talking serious
we furious, you feel our spirits when we put your ass in mental check
He walks a path
No man knows
Alone in the world
There he goes
Whispers of love
Into the night sky
An old love
Betrayed him
For another lover
He sees pain
Everywhere he goes
She laughs
As his tears pass
Down his cheek
He tried to fix
But she pulled and ripped
Into a field he went
As she picked his switch
Digging a ditch
Bitter soil to him
Was great and rich
Only to her
For a reason to stay above
He looked and found
For two daughters surround
He got up out of that ground
The love they seek
In him was found
Hand in hand they walk
Many have said
To have seen them
They walk together
No matter the weather
Or the storms
Love keeps them warm
Even in the cold season
The man still walks
For they are his reason
Form:
My resurrection of the dead
Are old pictures and what she said
A silent echo and an image framed
The place for my love that bared her name
I meet her with tears instead of the smiles
Smiles are for the living inviting another smile
But tears are for giving they come from the heart
They tell me I loved her with every single part
My resurrection of the dead
Captures old memories inside my head
Those special moments when something was said
The falling in love and sharing a bed
I still have what death took away
Look at the bright side I was never betrayed
An over reaction of my imagination this may be
But her real resurrection is when I'm set free
I had been in town about a month or so
And I was thinking ‘bout settling down
After fifty years of always on the go
This was as good as any place that I had found
I’ve had a lifetime full of one night stands
And dates I bought working on the street
The longest relationship I have ever been in
Would be with the next girl that I meet
I met this widowed lady
She seemed to be real nice
After years of grieving her long lost husband
She was ready to end her lonely nights
Then her twenty-five year old daughter
Came to my room that day
She said, “I’d really appreciate it Mister
If you’d listen to what I have to say”
She said, “I think my Momma loves you
And I think I can see why
But I think you’re nothing but trouble
And I don’t want to see my Momma cry
“So, I’d like to make you an offer
To keep you out of my Momma’s bed
If you promise to be on your way again
I’ll offer you me instead”
I’d like to say that I grew a conscience
I’d like to say I found my mortal soul
But to a fifty year old withered man
Her body was like a big pot of gold
We made love in the early evening
We made love again at midnight
We made love when the morning sunshine
Provided the first rays of light
We made love again in the afternoon
We stayed in bed all day
But at the end of twenty-four hours
Again I was on my way
So, I might be headed to your home town
I might be looking to settle down
I might be hoping that the next place I find
Is as good as any place that I have found
We watched Grandma walk to the podium…
With tears filling her eyes…she looked up and smiled lovingly….
“I’d like to read a note.” She said
“before he became your dad and your grandpa…my husband gave to me.”
“I received this from him years ago…it was on our wedding day….
and just like me this note is a little older and more grey.
She gently placed her hand on the casket she now stood beside…
then opened the weathered old note and read the words inside.
‘I want to bring you light when you’re wrapped in darkness
comfort when you’re feeling pain
I want to be your shade when life gets too hot…
your umbrella in the rain.
I want to shield you from harsh winds...
be your warmth in the winter snow...
I want to stand proudly next to you when you’re feeling tall...
and pick you up when you’re feeling low.
I want your life to be filled with poetry
I’d like to be your rhyme...
What I’m trying to say is I want to love you...
until the end of time.’
She clutched the note and smiled at the casket,
“You did what you said you’d do.”
thank you…thank you…thank you
for making all my dreams come true.”
It was raining when were reached the cemetery….
Grandma allowed the raindrops to engulf her tears…
not once did she complain….
I imagine it was her way of beginning a life
without her umbrella in the rain.
Foundation.
Have you ever met someone where everything just clicked but then, for whatever tragic reason?
They just disappeared?
The Calling
(A lone male, clutching an old photograph at midnight. Whispers, as a single white prayer candle burns)
Let me in
I whisper into this rising grey smoke
Let its wispy tendrils carry up my plea's to wherever you are
No matter how far
Hear me
For I'm looking back at our old feverish memories, in these black and white fairground pictures
In this semi-darkness
Between these two great voids
Separating me and you and so many others
Let me in
Through the ethereal panes of shattered astral glass
Filled with tangible strands of much-loved recollections
So I can once again cross the deep oceans of the Hippocampus
Flying for days and nights in and through its episodic sunshine, and rocky shores
So I can warm you with my old love
For I will never stop looking and calling
And lighting these white prayer candles
Hoping you're listening to this
Somewhere
Wherever you are
Listening and hearing my voice reading
My heart's whispered secretive spells, which l will forever yell
In silence throughout the day and in feverish whispers at night
So let me in
Now, it's midnight
To reach that forbidden place which connects all things
The Maelstrom
But which stays hidden, as it holds you in its tight grip of a new seclusion
Especially, when everything
Just goes wrong
I can only pray my words are carried like an angels song, to make your beautiful eyes blink
By this grey smoke gushing skyward from my incense candle, in these rushing four winds
Which will help to guide me
To find a way, to try to find you again
Be it on Earth or in Heaven
So we can continue what we once found in our old lifetime
A beautiful treasure the Nexus Seven, in their rare sacred manuscript, called:
A meeting of similar minds
(C) Copyright John Duffy
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