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I Love You Endlessly
By Lori Steindorf August 6, 2026
I'll never condemn you
or put constraints on us
For I love you with all my heart,
soul and mind
We forget and forgive of past pain
And pray it won't well up again
We fight, we argue, we call each other out
But we emerge stronger
The Good Lord has always
guided us through troubling
times - there can never be a doubt.
Our family is interwoven intricately
We're built to withstand the test of time
Eternally - for eternity - like it or not, you're stuck with me.
Through space and time, I'm so grateful you're mine.
I love you unconditionally
I love you before, during and after
heartache, heartbreak and strife
Since the day I was born
for the duration of my life
even when times of duress -
Remember - we are blessed.
I abhor when I cause you grief or stress
For you afford me forever comfort and love
that'll never fade
You possess the power
to heal my heart after it breaks.
And ease my aching head
after making countless mistakes.
I'm firmly blessed.
I'm firmly blessed.
I'm firmly blessed.
For You Two.
I can't live without your boundless
love, energy and humor you infuse
in my world. Without you, I am lost
and lonely - stranded in the cold.
I know this - it's happened.
For you two - my dynamic duo -
are meaningful and everything to me.
Vital in all facets in life.
With you on my side
I can never be steered
in the wrong direction
I love you endlessly - ceaselessly - endlessly.
Continually craving your love and attention.
She was an artist
And he wore a tie
He was established
She needed to fly
She loved the sensations
Danced to vibrations
She wasn't wired
For logical thinking
She learned to detect
Rules and regulations
And steered clear
Of these situations
He was a tad bit square
Didn’t always play fair
Oblivious to the severity
of a triple dog dare
He took no chances
Sat out the dances
His biggest concern
Was career advances
They lacked communication
She needed stimulation
Their marriage was built
On a hollow foundation
She was faithful, still
An oblong pill
It hurt going down
But she had the will
While she was off
Painting the world
He was falling
For a business girl
A lady in heels
Gave him all the feels
Perfectly polished
Making business deals
Well put together
From head to toe
But lacking color
No sparkle or glow
The way he looked at her
Was something new
The man with no heart
Had the passion of two
Remain in the darkness, though full of fright,
Children of faith do not fear;
I will find you there, it is a sure sight.
When the night comes, don't seek the light
Tho uncertainty is so hard to bear;
Remain in the darkness, though full of fright.
Blurred vision causing men to suffer blight
Be still, for it will be steered clear;
I will find you there, it is a sure sight.
The night, don't turn to a day bright
For brilliance is yet insincere
Remain in the darkness, though full of fright.
Blinding darkness overnight
Is all you have to bear;
I will find you there, it is a sure sight.
Tonight you should not spite
Open your heart and you will hear
Remain in the darkness, though full of fright.
I will find you there, it is a sure sight.
** inspired by st john of the cross’ the dark night of the soul
7/15/14
Oh, my father, I have tried
to walk the narrow way of truth.
True to my heart and true to my mind.
True to my body and true to my soul.
Sometimes I think I am so much like you.
At other times, I think there is a fair gap in our identities.
But, though I didn't know the words to say then,
and I still don't know -
I do know that I love you
and always hoped to make you proud.
My hero - so strange and noble,
wise and good, brave and armed ever with a smile.
None could claim you did not live your life
with pure and zealous excellence.
I'm a quieter man that you, Father,
and I'm not yet ready to lead.
I'm less sure of myself and the world in general ...
did doubts ever stop your sleep?
I'm less accurate with the gun,
less sure on my feet,
less giving,
less grateful,
less grand.
But, oh, my father, I have tried.
I've steered my career down a different path than yours -
one that matches me more, I think.
I've struggled to master myself,
and, with God's grace,
I've grown to be more than I could be alone.
I've chased creation in the arts,
trying so hard to leave behind a legacy.
Different than yours, but true to my heart.
I finally told a woman how much I loved her.
Oh, my father, are you proud of me?
And I'm getting older again ...
another turn of the clock.
How many more? How many more?
And I'm growing tired again ...
soon I shall sleep.
How many nights more?
But you gave me the model
to live strong in the face of death.
Pray for your son as I pray for you.
Help me to stay on the path of the right and the true.
Someday, when work is done, we shall rise anew.
I know you'll be proud, if I do all I can do.
14 April 2023
Along the roads of grassy fields
where thousands of sheep flit from
Astray from the flock, flouting,
fleeing with fear
blindly following.
Driven through the streets of London
at the Barnet fair to the farmers there.
But the way, takes an insalubrious plot.
Sheer confusion along the countryside
sets in on the herd, then stray
when eddying rapids currented by the tide
and force of the streams give, taken
to an endless frequent float
for great distances steered, stirred
while the timorous turn 'round.
An endeavor to gain the place they set off
As along ancient grassy drove road lies,
weary shepherd and his sheepdog.
Drovers, some on the hoof
The sheep shall stray
back to stay presently in Eden's garden
Jade-green grassy hills of harvest gold,
and cerulean skies.
Dedicated to My Son, The Bedtime Kissy-Keeper Giver
Like a virgin to stressed messes surging,
I struggled with bridges on parental ridges
when I wore both mom and work britches.
Young years adhered pleasure steered twitches
but grown changes sewed pressure stitches.
I changed to a day and night striving
female getter-doner; an energizer twit-nit
who conquered to-do lists into done bits.
I became every weekday employee,
pay postured towards green seen garnered.
I was more a get-byer than I was a
future green funds keen accumulator.
Nightly, I morphed into dinner’s meal cooker
still dressed in work time's pantyhose stress.
I dreamed of a pajama seamed frame
before next becoming a kitchen mess cleaner,
homework tutor, tub time clean scrubber and
loving night-nighttime book reader.
I found no awakes take was sweeter
than my child’s beddy-bye kissy keepers
and prayed my son’s most precious styled love
would counter the stresses that I was made of.
I think of life with an elegant man.
I see a man whose hands are silk to me.
He's stunning in a suit (well-groomed is he).
He loves to read and maybe plays Chopin.
He whisks me off to Paris or Milan.
His dwelling has divans and a nice settee.
We meet the afternoons for chat and tea,
then ride inside a chauffeured black sedan.
Such a man a mystery shall remain.
For me - champagne to my accustomed beer.
I steered toward one whose words and deeds are plain.
He has no care for things that I revere.
For art and culture my man has disdain.
He's strong and bronzed, though, and his heart's sincere.
July 31, 2021
For Chantelle Anne Cooke's Anything You Want - Must Be New Poem Contest
silent lighthouse hiku
For Brian Strand's Your Choice W Poetry Contest
8 June 2025
a watchful sentry
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1st Prize Winner
In time, all men must come to terms with dreams
to cast off all they craved that true life stomped
yet still hold joy’s sure seeds in hope lined seams
lest all their heart holds dear just fails flat chomped.
We do and should build dreams in life with zeal
with care to then bind them with prime ground ties
that will not lose or bruise the dreams pitched feel
but hold our soul’s core glow where good light sighs.
Some dreams are as flight trips our minds need take
to keep our thoughts from scenes that rip our hearts,
then there are dreams we wish for earth’s own sake
where peace and love may paint their best toned starts.
Some dreams are meant as heart sheer, mind reared sways.
Some dreams are meant as heart cheer, mind steered stays.
His hands were wrinkled and scarred from a life of grueling toil,
From years spent working in a factory and tilling the loamy soil.
They were firm but gentle hands that disciplined me as a boy;
Hands that could fix anything, especially a broken toy.
Daddy's hands were always there to help neighbors in despair.
His gnarled hands were folded when chatting with God in prayer.
With devout hands he studied the Bible for his daily meditation,
And they held his Bible in Sunday School teaching religious education.
When from the path I strayed, his hands steered my direction.
With gentle hands he held mine when giving needed correction.
When life seemed to overwhelm me and I became discouraged,
His hands lay upon my shoulders to ensure that I was encouraged.
Affectionate hands held Mother's hands as they advanced in age,
To assure her of his love and all her anxieties to assuage.
He considered his grandchildren God's own precious treasure,
And cuddled them in his hands with a love beyond all measure.
His hands embraced four sons whom he loaned to serve the nation.
Respectful hands honored his nation's flag with great dedication.
During life's quest, with time-worn hands, so much he sacrificed,
But was rewarded when he reached out to touch the face of Christ!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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