Long Vows Poems
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She wears a mask, calm and unreadable,
What she shows is never what truly stays.
In thirst, she offers the illusion of an ocean,
Dreams appear, but completion slips away.
I ask myself—is this love or quiet confusion?
Yet in her presence, my weariness fades.
Maybe one day love will rise through the silence,
Without her, every vision slowly breaks.
She returns like a thought I cannot escape,
I am not enough, not whole, not chosen.
Her heart has known a deeper affection,
Still, I remain, bound to what is unspoken.
Happiness stands just out of our reach,
Memories linger longer than they should.
Promises dissolved, vows left undone,
Dreams scattered where hope once stood.
Love? Perhaps it never truly lived,
Only reflections of what I wanted to believe.
Oh why oh why did I propose …
In twenty-six years not even a rose!
It was me who knelt down by the side of the bed
Suggested to you it was time we got wed
Both of us were footloose and fancy free
On Valentine’s Day I asked YOU if you’d marry me
You cracked a smile and I must confess
I was thrilled when you answered me ‘yes’
Twenty-six years we’ve been together
Our marriage vows will last forever
We’ve never ever celebrated Valentines Day
But there are three little words I want to say
I’ll let the whole world know that I LOVE YOU
These words are true and I know you love me too
By the way ...this poem is true!
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Things lost whose where and how seems history,
Much like hollow of a half hanging tooth,
Intangible, melted as mystery,
Things that heart grieves— what once was vibrant youth,
Whose presence feel like black-hole-borne absence,
Old memories, meanderings of heart
That like a lost address make no more sense,
Still add up to more than sum of each part.
Things lost they all— in sunset sink of time—
Like incomplete jigsaw puzzles that stall:
Dreams, aspirations that may or not rhyme,
Lost on life’s wayside, scarce can one recall,
Roads taken not, turns thought off, never made,
Vows not vouched, lie in time’s twilight zone, dead.
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Sonnets (tongue-in-cheek) |09.05.2023| lost memories
Poet’s note: Yea, so much is lost in this twilight zone of time that we lose its count, a blackhole from which practically nothing can come out, save vague sense of loss.
Description of The Funeral of Atala (Funérailles d'Atala or Atala au tombeau), 1808, Louvre
I sauntered through the Louvre, observing art.
One painting struck me for its quality
of sadness; I could see a young man’s heart
was clearly broken by a tragedy.
The man is Indian; he’s in a cave
with an old man who holds the shoulders of
a woman they’ll be putting in her grave.
The Indian is mourning for his love.
He’s sitting, clinging to her draped knees, and
though for me this image was unclear,
a crucifix is clutched inside her hand.
Outside upon a hill, a cross is near.
The artist was recalling the sad scene
of Atala, a woman who was mired
in mental conflict. She was torn between
religious vows and the one man she loved.
Although the heroine wears virgin white,
some sensuality is shown with grace.
The day is waning, and the sun’s last light
caresses her fair bosom and her face.
The focus is this woman, but my eyes
go to the half-nude Indian whose skin
is brown, in contrast to the girl who lies
dead by her own hand for fear she would sin!
The novel that explored Atala’s woe
inspired more than one painter in the time
romanticism had begun to grow,
but Girodet’s work of art for me is prime!
Written May 9, 2017 for the Celebration of Art Contest of Kim Rodrigues
Note: I can't find a French syllable counter, but English puts the artist's name Girodet at three syllables.
Sworn together by my troth my May bride
when joined were glad hearts on eternal date -
Rome did not fall nor the planets collide
and blessed by the Fates we did celebrate.
You wore pearls, rings of emerald and gold,
and girl, you and I an earthly child bore -
O’ Venus, heed my words that I have scrolled
for we were once the gods of Love and War.
No tempter’s dragoon, no fool’s inaction
will keep me apart or sworn vows undo,
and without further lapse or infraction
I rededicate my life unto you.
Keep me close and tight in your loving arms
and in the rescue of your mortal charms.
Written: August 2004
Our love must never have a sunset,
Become cold as the sun in this sea.
Thus, hold tender vows without regret.
Dearly contemplating word and deed,
Heading along the bridal marquee.
Cadre of witnesses stands agreed.
Borrowed scarf erases mirthful sobs.
My elder's poor brooch fastened loosely.
Blue garter buckles, groom later lobs.
Launching fresh bouquets of baby's breath,
Superstition ignites fantasy.
Unbridled guests wrestle unto death.
Their hearts strive from unsettled desire.
When seeking love's prize, wisely tarry,
Arm steady flames, diffuse reckless fire.
Amidst the glow of city lights they strolled, entwined,
Giggles danced upon the air, hands in harmony aligned,
Pause, they would, for tender kisses, vows softly spoken,
A love so true, as if the universe itself had awoken.
In their embrace, a masterpiece of togetherness they'd weave,
A portrait of love and devotion, for all to perceive,
Her handbag rested in his grip, a symbol of unity profound,
He, a gentleman rare, by all admirers renowned.
The sky above, their shared canvas, they'd often admire,
As stars winked, and the moon's glow set their hearts on fire,
Each smile exchanged, a token of a love pure and clear,
A bond that outshone all, crowned the couple of the year.
Two Crowns, One Autumn
Alexander’s sorrow pen wrote stories of love,
She came, conquered, and ruled both heart and throne above.
They met in spring when flowers burned bright red,
And promised vows where future rivers led.
Autumn breathed with wings across the yellow sky,
Its song a whisper of the leaves drifting by.
The Nile exhaled in amber, slow and warm,
Holding their names within its final calm.
No chains of Rome could break what they had grown,
No power of time could claim them as its own.
When separation’s poison filled the air with grief,
They chose one last breath instead of brief relief.
He fell on steel, she took the asp’s cold kiss,
Not defeated, but by love and will restored.
Autumn died with last breath in the arm of Nile,
Yet love remains, and makes the season smile.
Wandering through the memories, the old couple smiled
Observing fixedly the wedding album kept as a treasure
Naming the photographs that were taken for the leisure
Dwelling on the mind the years that were far in the time
Emerging a wish that will strength their lasting romance
Renewing their vows as a proof of a true love existence
Finalizing the commitment they pledged fifty years ago
Unveiling the devotion and admiration that did not go
Lasting forever until the last day of their existences
For Wonderful Acrostic Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Sixth Place
1-3-2016
II.
I dedicate this to my future wife
In life we meet people when we least expect it, whether it be for a season or for more. Can it be love or lust? The answer is not known until both are placed into a situation to where they use their instinct to build the relationship. It is more confusing and takes work. Both parties will see the value in one another. When I first saw you, I did not know how to respond. You were wearing glasses and a neutral clam smile on your lips. Your buns were of modest size and your legs were nice in stance. Yes, I did fall in love with your body first. Later on, I would see more to you as you would be calm even when you were confused or focusing intently on your job. You did not speak; however, your words were in emotions and actions. Oh, how I wish I could kiss those emotions as they made me feel a warmth that no American girl could make me feel. I could not hear your words as I could only speak two languages; however, your language is of a different Latin branch. Still the kindness you showed to me was different. I never had a woman from a Latin country open the door for me, even when I had a cart on me. Your eyes are full of peace and joy. You have traveled far from a place that you loved; however, the tension going on down there has led you to come here. You mostly if not all speak Spanish. My one request is that we can speak more for I fancy the thought of learning about your life. Let the barrier break between us as I feel this magnetic surge towards you. You are a young woman that deserves to be happy, I only Hope that the person deserves your Heart for it is pure. If it is I, then I promise to make you smile and happy. All we can do is try. Does love to start blind or does it develop blindly. If we are the soulmates needing of one another then I ask God through my words for it to be so. Let my words through this prose shine as a beacon of light. May I say that I love your presence, and that I am beginning to love you. Every time you are near me, I linger longer and tend to take a longer glance at your presence. I feel a stir inside me to want to make you a wife and not just a coworker. I ask God if he could help us learn each other’s languages. Would it be great that if in two years we could say our vows in different languages. You are my Angel from Venezuela. Here’s a kiss to end the current night.