my ideas were ablaze
I felt I knew the truth
then I met another truth-sayer
he had a completely reversed perspective
I carefully listened and did an about face
my truth may not be anyone else’s truth
and their truth can never be mine
but neither of us are wrong, we are both right
for we have lived different lives
taken diverse paths
each feeling our way through life
giving you your truth is my gift to you
as giving my truth is your gift to me
we can be great friends
nonetheless
Wishing I could have been your widow,
Rather die knowing we loved though.
A rose within a field of weeds
Is nonetheless, a rose;
Irrespective of its circumstance
And regardless where it grows.
So take beauty where you find it,
Let it lift the weary soul;
And count yourself as fortunate
Having found a rose, at all.
TAUGHT WHAT I OUGHT
Wandered my way walked a wondrous woman
A lady with laughter in her enticing eyes
Sauntered aside me strolled a scintillating soul
A winsome woman who is both wonderful and wise
With forgiveness she overlooks my faults with forgiveness
And whenever I am errant she excuses the errors I make
The loving lady lays aside the things I don’t need
While gazing past that which I know is a mistake
She is a teacher with a curriculum of ease
I learn from her the things I should and should not do
With every lesson I learn from the learned
While she teaches me what is and isn’t true
Along came a lady after such a long time
Awaiting a way to dispense her lessons without lies
I finally found a woman who could harness my mistakes
A woman winsome, wonderful and wise
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DEDICATED TO THE MARVEOUS MARILN M.WHO WANTS TO CHANGE NOTHING ABOUT ME BUT FOR EVERYTHING----
THE BIT*H I LOVE!
The air conditioner rattled,
coughed and faded
and, for a split-second, seemed
ready to give up,
losing a one-sided battle . . .
against the heat
of noonday that had invaded
his darkened room;
the tired machine struggled,
stayed on, nevertheless.
He tried to recall what she
had said, but could not
and, for the briefest moment,
seemed ready to quit,
losing a lopsided fight . . .
against forgetfulness
that drowned his thoughts,
blurred his sight, and choked his mind;
he tried and remembered,
though vaguely, nonetheless !
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