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The souvenirs of love from long ago
are weighing heavy on my mind tonight;
my memories of when our love would glow
with fire and passion and the world seemed bright.
The newness of our union did create
the souvenirs of love from long ago
which now leaves my doubtful mind to debate
the failures made, and things I do not know.
Your abrupt departure was such a blow,
and leaving now my sad heart broken, and
the souvenirs of love from long ago
reminders of our life together planned.
I ask you why you threw our love away,
and left my heart pending in life’s escrow;
forever doubtful is my mind to weigh
the souvenirs of love from long ago.
January 25, 2018
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Sponsor: Joseph May
Going through a closet,
I was quite surprised to find
Several shopping bags of t-shirts
That my son had left behind.
While looking at them, one by one,
I realized they portrayed
His entire growing up, through college,
Starting in first grade.
The school shirts featured P.S. 6,
Then Wagner Junior High,
With a special few from Stuyvesant,
Where high school years flew by.
Another group had characters
From movies or TV –
Pee Wee Herman, Austin Powers
And the Simpsons’ family tree.
There was Beavis, there was Butthead
And the South Park kids, as well
As World Series shirts and Yankees;
(We’re New Yorkers, you can tell).
Favor shirts from his Bar Mitzvah
Nestled near the travel trove –
Shirts from Scotland and from Israel,
Plus some places where we drove.
Then the final category,
From his favorite billiards hall,
Where the hours spent resulted
In those plaques upon his wall.
As a grown-up and a parent,
His collection’s surely grown,
But I love these sweet reminders
Of his younger self I’ve known.
Always my love
Simple reminders of conscious belief
Filter my mind with the moon’s silver glow
Satisfied truths sent to spell my relief
All that my beating heart now needs to know
Sensual visions to capture the feel
Bringing the contours of wind sculpted plains
Temptations cry out for all that is real
Filling the void that I now can explain
Cloudless these evenings of star sprinkled mist
Shimmering soft on the eclipse of love
Delicious the thoughts of your warm tender kiss
Found in these endless illusions above
Memories harbor the times that we’ve lived
Photograph remnants of places once shared
Telling the story of all it can give
Building the dreams now worth capturing there
Still we are standing alone on this eve
Counting the points of the bright scattered light
Dreams can come true if we only believe
Whispering prayers on this warm summer’s night
Hear my desires a float on the breeze
Finding their way to the one I adore
Listen, my love, for I hope but to please
Biding the time till you’re with me once more
Down on my knees with my fingers entwined
Solemn requests I now send to the sky
Pleading with heaven to be ever kind
Answer my prayers ‘fore this night passes by
All that I ask shall be all that I need
Merely the chance I may prove ever true
You are my life and in that I believe
Always my love will be only for you
Good night Soupers
Spring peepers
I could hear spring peepers singing in the dark
From the water near the dam
Night fell upon peach colored skies
All around the mountain
Reminders of how far I have climbed
Through the mountains of life lay before me
Just how far there is to carry on
Around the corner, there is so much more
Reflections flickered across the street
My eyes felt the end of a long day
Spring peepers called all the way home
From trees through the open windows
Reaching my ears, calling me to sleep
To dream of sights from views captured
--- By trying and trying again ---
Heidi Sands
5/23/17
Privatized profits and Socialized losses.
Private eyes focus and vocalize pockets.
Undeclared prophets bite their tongues until they soften
Globalized problems begin to mimic taunts and pauses
As we become lost in a certainty, assured no longer can any one find that pulsing silence.
Melodies bear flaws as they become written for horrid audiences.
Regardless
we still retain a will to want 'It.'
Generations rising towards becoming accosted
By a worlds cause to see the vintage become an inherent endowment
within a paradigm of where the old are deprived of practicality through a rougher polish.
Everyone wants to shine but no person would prefer to condition to perish, rather have luck grant a pardon.
Desiring to speak through words of honor and the honest,
hints denote of soldering bonds to new forms of defiance and reliance.
Fighting the fake with supplies of the same.
Subliminally sublime saturated shame.
How long did it take for you to find yourself as a target?
Had it been near when forgiveness became earned
But forgotten on how to be given?
Had we been overlooking time as the companion,
Misplacing the mnemonics;
The right reminders
That once helped us separate
What's left behind, what's significant
And of which are alike.
Memory neglects of how we were taught this.
The current cannot cease to be,
So although every tomorrow may never be promised to seed today and creating yesterdays on which to think,
Retain your grip onto what leaves
Bolden the show you play for the world to see;
The unpromising tomorrow is said to be coming
And i cannot find a reason with worth to begin to disagree
Yesterday can not ever come back;
Oh grief pairs so well with lucidity
Welcome back to Today,
Sometimes I find it hard to see
Bring on dismay,
I wonder what pairing I'll find for there to be
Bricka
I go to the china cabinet and look inside.
Stuff is waiting for me there.
Nothing of any serious value.
Things collected over a lifetime.
When I am gone, these items of importance,
will change… and be worth even less to others.
I will do the same, in many ways.
That is okay. I am small.
That is how it should be.
He has a place for me.
Not just any home mind you.
A perfect freedom… that has no end.
It is forever! Bought for, paid for, in blood.
How can I not see the importance of stuff today?
It is worth…nothing, but what we obtain from it.
Then it is just plastic, wood, stone, or? all the same.
In heaven there are no “items of unimportance”.
It is a uniquely special place, where all have “use”
and “needs” are met.
Some day…,
However, I will not concern my self today.
Instead, I will look at the items,
and know they are memories.
The blessing…
the pieces of my life, in sweet reminders,
of instances I wish I could repeat.
Thank you Lord.
They make me smile.
The rest…, the things that do not?
I can leave behind.
It is an unimportant matter.
Only You…
I will keep my eyes, on You.
The pale yellow sky, reminds me of a smile that never fades
From a greeting etched in memory, immune to words like cutting blades
The tall emerald trees are drawn toward the layers of light
A pillowed curtain for the baby blue skis, waiting to darken in the night
I will hold onto the smile in a world full of escalation
I will carry hope it will bring peace in dreams, without fabrication
The light guides me through changes, only the seasons know
A place I will probably be sitting later, writing about falling snow
These reminders are the gifts, this creation never fails to give me
They guide me through each stage of unsettling uncertainty
As I am ready to close my eyes, yellow is turning to peach colored sky
I let go of all the unknown and release myself from.asking why
Because what I see in front of me is a miraculous formation of peace
To be still in this moment, where hope will never cease
Heidi Sands
9/19/24
(C)opyright
Oh vain man who casts his will
do not you know that all plans laid
with hope to control the flow of spill
molded the breath who universe has made
Know you not that time and chance
the one who has formed your clay
can be changed upon his glance
has allowed you to have your way
Bright hope is man with Plan
and like scroll his plan is written down
but He can spoil what thinks in hand
and take away thy hoped for crown
One hopes for toil to earn it's pay
with justice the scales to be fair
but grasping men seem to get their way
and have penciled more than is their share
In a book so written by a king
the vanity of man within is written down
in thought did he examine everything
and for all the resting place is ground
That to undertake a task you do with soul
and take joy within the charms of wife
to keep his law with heart thats whole
for this the vanity of your life
Ecclesiastes
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Another year of emptiness
From a want that’s decades old
Wishing we could share a sunrise
While longing for your hand to hold
What time has yet to change
Are the feelings in my heart
The hardest pain I face each day
Is the fact that we’re apart
He stole my sunsets
Now regret
Is all that
I’m left with
My soul has always known that you’re the one
If I’m to confess
You can bet
You’re my greatest weakness
But the fact that hurts me most is….
He stole my sunsets
Not a day goes bye that I don’t dream about us
Sharing all the moments of our lives
Can I say if I may as I lay down each night
Every sunset holds reminders of
My never ending fight
He stole my sunsets
Now regret
Is all that
I’m left with
My soul has always known that you’re the one
If I’m to confess
You can bet
You’re my greatest weakness
But the fact that hurts me most is….
He stole my sunsets
He stole my sunsets…
He stole my…..sunsets……
Exhaling petals in the time of need
I keep replaying the blossoming of gardenias
by pushing buttons on my remote control
with painful fingers - reminders of lost wings.
The mini blinds are broken so I peek
Over the sterile walls mutilated by wrong turns
I hear you calling me on a disconnected phone
I'm fine!...and you? - followed by a timid silence.
Accidental spring brought us back together
In a building where daffodils smell of chloroform
And angels lie flat on a recently emptied bed
As I watch windows cry in endless raindrop dances.
It's so much life outside I feel I suffocate.
I see returning swallows through your candid eyes
As panicky sirens make your heart pound in my chest...
This accidental spring we'll finally be... forever.
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