Long Worrier Poems

"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"

                    John Ruskin, 1853


I think of youth’s sweet...

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Already the month
     of August 2018,
     May never become 
     a je June'm
     (Forget-me-not)
     time...

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Taking her home one day, my daughter said to me, "Until then".                       ...

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Yes, she was widowed at a very young age.                          ...

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Yes, I have been privileged to be a Good Samaritan, but I prefer to share about other Good Samaritans. Most friends and acquaintances that I have known have been and are 'Good Samaritans'. I take...

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a girl - a word picking storyteller, a writer of dripping emotions
a poet - of penning poems of sadness, of nature and of my life
a sketcher - of nature, of birds, of swaying flowers and...

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There is something about this boy;
Something my grandma once said,
 I would find in only one man in a million.
Something so mysterious; like difficult to understand;
Like tricky to figure out like equations of algebra.
Something about...

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To The Lady Of Shallot 
The gallent woman of love 
You're a beloved dove; 
Enticed by a glamorous knight 
Left the tower to get his sight; 
Immortal love faded away 
Among the wispen willows faraway;...

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I’ve come to my autumn years
While my heart falls silent
Trembling with its gentle tears
Reflecting on the former things
Some hopes and other fears

I’ve come to my ending days
When my soul yearns for light
Shining tenderness who prays
For...

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I am born to win but not to lose
Gone are the days I lost my route
Failure is not my portion
Tell them this if they should ask you of me,
 that I am the first not...

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DIARY OF BOYS TO MEN

WHEN WE BECAME A MAN:
Entrant into the promise land of adulthood
Where the wanderings cease and building begins
Where that unstable thing in us solidifies
Where the irresponsible become committed
Where you rise up to...

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In my dreams I did great things
Sweet lullabies the moon sings
In my dreams I never lost my youth
Even if they echo a hidden truth

Perhaps I could have been great
But maybe that is still somehow my...

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Poor thing was such a worrier 
Over every little thing
Tell her any bit of news 
Expect the third degree
Endless nights she would spend in prayer
For answers to the problems  
The running joke around the...

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The room was unusually dark that tinny night,
As music and laughter replaced the light,
Toasts were given for proud glories earned,
As horrors of war exploded and burned.

My warrior father, the subject of such great acclaim,
My worrier...

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I’m no damsel in distress
I don’t even own a dress
Dear princes 
I’m a worrier princess

You say your armors filling with rust 
Mine is only covered in dust

Ill slay the dragon’s far a wide
With or without...

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50 TRILLION CELLS


50 trillion cells,

I hold within my skin

And I am the governor

As to what state they’re in

Like fractals they are mini me’s

They have my every function

What I think and how I feel

They act on...

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In the dreary battlefield why he has to die
A soldier away from his family and home
Orders to march and kill he has to comply
The time for him to think doesn’t come.

Fortified with strong nerve and...

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Looks like a lonely smile, just maybe a only child
As my days go by, as my hour’s blossom
At times in this open space I’d rather play possum
In your presence my glass is full
Half and hour...

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Before I became a worrier, a rebel, a Spartacus:
I remember listening to an orator on a city bus: 
he criticized and enraged some arrogant characters;
he shouted harsh words to the deceiving charlatans,
exposing themselves as hallowed...

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Thousand words cannot praise,
Million hugs showing gladness,
A gift for the hero I will raise,
No word can describe her zeal,
My unsung hero I hope to praise,
Strength to strength she grows,
A woman my hero she rise high.

Woman...

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I've never been much of a worrier,
Others do that far better than I,
Nor am I renowned as a scurrier,
Which is not to imply I don't try.
My small circle of close friends and loved ones
Is diminishing...

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A worrier cannot help but stress, when put to the test; A warrior delights in trials, that allow them to give their best; A worrier has self doubt and denies God's full control; A warrior...

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murky fog descends
around constant worrier  
faith less visible


NOTE: According to fellow PoetrySoup member, Charles Henderson, "Haiku is a serious poem in that it is a true mental picture projected by one or more of...

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GHETTO ANGEL

I'm always at peace yet I stick to my guns.
Its paradoxical for my traits to take turns.
Decipher the oxymoron in a peaceful worrier,
No harmony or truce without wagging war.
Peace to this young-hearted warrior

without the...

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I love my pen….
 
My pen is my best friend
Cause, he is the only one that knows about me well
I am holding on to him  from my childhood
He plays with me by words and...

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