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
© 2012.…~free cee!~ Phreepoetree
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 !