Home tonight for E. Fitzgerald V. Vangouh
Carry on
Carry on
why'd you go
away,
the summers not
over yet
Stop the midnight
traffic
with your sour notes
stop it all in your
truse
"starry-starry
night"
paint the picture
& paint it right
Capture all that
turns the air grey
To capture all that
is turning the night time
Gay.
ORPHEUS
Oh Orpheus
WE do weep
A song so sweet
Sorrow springs
Why must we hear
A heart that beats
With it brings
Such great despair
Still your strings
Let us be
The pain is such
We cannot bear
I am still the girl at forty
who loves the shadow
that never left her
James Barrie knew more than me:
sometimes a shadow needs soap,
or sewing, according to Wendy
I learned to appreciate the change
because so much of this body,
softer, speckled, and true
still works and runs its cogs
regardless
I lose control
where the wheels turn
too quickly,
Charlie Chaplin
We share the joke
of frenzied 'Modern Times'
"A day without laughter
is a day wasted"
I agree
My shadow and I
have learned to dance
on the assembly line
Sorrows of Love
The sorrows of love have an ever changing face
We dream of a soft inviting smile filled with grace
The lovelorn get lost in hungry eyes
And the promise in those moments of surprise
The tender kindness and ecstasy's fires
The charms that only exist in one's deepest desires
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Do you remember young love?
It was "Oh What A Night."
We vowed,
"Nothing Gonna Stop Us Now."
The time passed quickly,
as the many days turned into years.
Then there was nothing left to say but,
"If You Leave Don't Look Back,"
says it all.
I saw it once as it was
And today as it is
But never as it ought to be
I knew her once as she was
And today as she is
Like I’ve never known her to be
So we were once as we were
And today I’m not too sure
If it’s true we ought to be
So here we are just for once
For today or maybe months
Perhaps we should wait and see
L’escalier To the stars
Let’s take the stairs marcher trop fort
Let’s ascend to the sky
Le ciel infinite n’ high
Merci Madame I’ll give it a try
My girl ma pomme in my eye
Let’s carry on together
My amour my love my life
Let’s spend June sur la lune
Let’s sing chanter c’est tout
L’escalier to the stars
Le soleil shines on the moon, too
For my PaPa, Whom I love very much.
I hold your heavy, calloused hand,
The one that shaped a thousand beams,
That built a life on solid land
And held together young men's dreams.
You're quiet now, your hammer still,
The stubborn strength at last at rest.
You fought the world with quiet will,
And gave us every day your best.
I smell the ghost of pine and cedar,
I see the dust upon your boots,
The faithful man, the steady leader,
Who gave this family sturdy roots.
At Tipton, you showed broken boys
How rough-cut timber learns to stand.
You built through patience, not through noise,
And led them with a craftsman's hand.
It's okay now to drop the rule,
To lay the heavy apron down.
You've finished every task and tool,
And earned your quiet, golden crown.
The Master Builder waits for you,
His workbench ready in the light.
Go find your Jewel, sweet and true—
Go rest, Papa. I Love You!
Goodnight.
She never asked for castles or a love story grand,
Just someone who would always understand.
Someone who’d notice the things left unsaid,
And remember the little thoughts inside her head.
Someone who’d know how she takes her tea,
What makes her smile, what makes her happy.
Who’d bring her flowers on an ordinary day,
Just to see her smile and brighten her way.
She wants to be heard, respected, and known,
To feel that with him, she’s never alone.
A love so gentle, yet fiercely true,
The kind that says, “I’ll always choose you.”
And if the world should laugh and say,
“He’s wrapped around her every day,”
He’d simply smile, without a care,
Because loving her was never a burden to bear.
She doesn’t want someone to rule or possess,
She wants a heart that chooses her happiness.
A love that feels like coming home,
Where two hearts belong, but neither owns.
That’s all she asks, nothing more, nothing less
A love full of warmth, respect, and tenderness.
Someone who loves her, in all that she’ll be,
And makes forever feel easy and free.
TO BEING FORGIVEN AND GIVING FORGIVENESS
You’ve abandoned me;
You must be so lonely.
Love for you, crowds me.
And you cannot uncrowd it;
For it’s of God’s given grace:-
I’ve forgiven you,
God navigated me to:-
Can’t you forgive me?
I am sorry for my sins;
God’s forgiven me; can’t you?!
I JUST LOVE AND MISS YOU SO MUCH
Loneliness is as a period
Without a full sentence;
It mirrors a riverbed
That once knew water;
Yes, loneliness can be canvassed
As a dried eggshell that has lost all:-
You were my life’s sentence, water, and yoke:
And this life of mine, just misses you so much:-
Old Love Affair
clouds linger
outside my chamber
a gust of air
breaks silence
I bear
unfinished conversations
two years ago
of poems shared
with someone
who called me
to a grocery aisle
to clean up a spill
and she stood by me
a trial in life shared
now it looks like rain
a cool September day
first of the fall
the housecat I fed
wanders room-to-room
restless and searching
for his time and place
I suppose a shower
would do me good
but memories can never
be washed away, but I
learn to live again.
Reaching the twilight zone of my life
when tiny pieces of memories are the
most precious possessions of a meaningful journey,
my thoughts are flooded with unspoken words
as my mind wanders back to the poignant past
with love, some regrets, boundless yearning
for the days which once felt like staying forever.
a chance encounter on a weathered dock,
gossamer melting rays of sun fell on us,
I remembered the unsaid words,
which I and you should have uttered,
but strangely failed to.
Our eyes met, our lips quivered,
Our hearts almost burst into fragments,
but this was the only time,
not a word was voiced,
everything around us - remained hushed!
Is today the day the world, who witnessed the heartbreak,
wants us to speak,
Is today the day we no longer restrain
our throbbing hearts when I meet you
at this amber sunset,
when all the remnants of life blend together?
Or this day will again glide the same unruffled way
as it had passed many years ago?
I'm in love
To be in love
is to be
-- alive --
++ with God ++
is a life worth living
To be neither -
either - good or bad
is to just be.
Amore mio, is to
be free.
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