Love comes in a myriad of shapes and sizes
in countless forms both large and small…
that I could’t possibly in one poem…
communicate them all…
But as we head into this holiday season
I imagine we need love more than we ever needed it before…
So today I bring you 2 definitions of love:
one from Tommy who is 6…
and one from Maryann…who’s 4.
Love, according to Tommy…(I’ve added in the rhyme)
is when an old lady and a old man are still good friends
even though they’ve known each other…for a long, long time.
Maryann defines love in a totally different way…
It’s when you’re pet dog licks your face, she says
even though you’ve left it home alone all day.
And so my wish for you is simple…
that sometime before you life is done…
if you haven’t already felt Tommy’s or Maryann’s love…
you will have experienced…at least one.
MaryAnn Sage
Approximately one and a half score minus seven years ago
this then naïve and innocent early twenty something,
now a middle aged, diamond in the rough, jaded
two plus decades slavish married male did not realize
his fare maiden perfect form, she a capricorn
(who also shared same January 13th birthday as myself,
though a half dozen years Mycenae senior
hovered in mine immediate proximity,
a mere hello kitty whisker away,
which accompanying cat’s eye soft nose a pet smart appetite
saw me weight tool screwed up
to revere mother of pearl opal mate ideal beau
now ex post facto finds yours truly ruing foregone soul mate to crow
in vain, though I cannot help pining and lamenting where art thou – dow
ting she (MaryAnn Sage, a young whirled, wide webbed childless divorcee,
a couple of years shy of thirty)
ponders whereabouts of this contemplative, furtive
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COPYWRITE 2014
MaryAnn Buchanan
OCTOBER SUNSET
We love the dying light;
The sudden nature of the golden day.
Then watch the weightless clouds
Cover covens of moody hills,
Startup burning colors and
Stalk the trees to smolder
Under a slow burn that glows
Tints and frames designer eyes.
Behold!
Watch it tuck its red heart
Into the cold ground.
I was block from a black shadow that would not let me feel any love at all.
But it token everything from me including my soul and I was afraid of myself.
I knew that , I had to remove that dark shadow so I can get myself back in order.
So I see the black shadow drifting away from my life and I begin to see the light. Then I knew everything will start falling back into place.
Written By
Maryann Bea
Naiveté in younger years
And meager sense between my ears
What interested me the most
Were comic strips within the Post.
“Deep in Bengalla
Woods within the famed Skull Cave
The masked Phantom waits...”
Throughout advancing teenage years
My interest turned to social spheres
Again the Post is what I read
To see the people who were wed.
“Maryann Fulmer
And Nolan Zane Fullerton
Were married March 3rd….”
Turning the pages to sixty
I sport a silver-white goatee.
I still read the Post but only
Familiar obituaries.
“Nolan Fullerton
Of Whitehall, Pennsylvania
Passed away Monday…”
I keep turning the pages daily
Until the death bell tolls for me.
Your the greatest dad of them all
You spend time with me playing softball
You have casino night with mom
Your love and time is the bomb
You work every day
To show me the way
Your the best example a daugther can have
I love you always dad
You always buy me skittles
You say,"just give me a little"
We always eat starburst
Even though they make our tumies hurt
You to go to powwows
Sometimes you go and say how
You love to watch OU play
Sometimes I dont stay
Happy birthday daddie-o
Lets go eat some oreos
Love your daughter Maryann
Who says we always can
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