Love Nots Poems

In the grand story of life, a tale unfolds,
Of the Haves and have-nots, their stories untold.
For in this world, where survival reigns supreme,
Life's true meaning...

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it is easy to speak of love, light and bliss
when one has somehow imbibed grace
but have we so soon already forgotten 
erst days of darkness...

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i love you but not in the way one should,
i feel for you in the way sunflowers feel
for the sun
you are my guide,
my star-
the one...

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Forget-Me-Nots

Across the field, I trampled a path,
When I held back and marvelled to see,
Near the babbling brook beneath the trees,
A sea of blue of scorpion...

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I
lie here
in mourning
exposed by dawn
Spring’s forget-me-nots 
wither and wane
like dwindling 
dreams of
you 

Written 5/25/20 for Emile Pinet’s
Ninette Contest...

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Such wondrous things that come to you from travels far and wide.
Trinkets and knick knacks you keep somewhat near at hand, and never too far...

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Leave me now love, if you would not grow old.
Memory will keep your beauty on hold
For autumn afternoons when leaves turn gold
And on wintry eves...

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Such sweet little wildflowers
Shades varied in tones of blue
Growing along stream's bower
Softly kissed by morning dew.

Near such stream, a besotted knight
Walked with his lovely fair...

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No desperate lover wants a fleur
with one too many loves-me-nots.
Should ever such a fleur occur,
be everything but soft with her.

Be sure to tell her just...

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Glossy print 8 by 10 in my hand
look at the figure,
young and awkward.
next to the figure,
older still awkward.
i look at him...his eyes are still gloss,
wandering...

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grabbing at straws the luck of the draw
some live big some live raw
a few like gods on hills of gold
every things fine just do what...

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In
her mind
buried deep-
Nanny's wise words
sleep..
in
her heart
buried deep-
Nanny's love she'll
keep.
in
pictured
memory-
Nanny's beauty
deep


Inspired whilst listening in on my wife's 'girl talk' each day with our two grand daughters...

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I stood in the midst of a meadow, 
as an autumn breeze swayed its flaxen hair. 
The last  flush of sun was giving way...

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I can only walk with you to the bend in the trail
I'll tell you my stories ,some dark and some pale
you'll laugh and you'll cry...

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