The push and the pull
can be so graceful
and then again, it can be rough
where we dig in and get tough
back and forth
we balance work life
and input
who is getting heard now
who is getting pampered
who leads
who follows
and then it switches
at the drop of a hat
Never know
what is up for the day
so many hills to conquer
and things that get in the way
motor on
expend energy till it's gone
and recharge
and let the other take charge
handing the candle back and forth
the safety and sharing develops
the caring intensifies
the daring becomes bolder
topics shift
as we go within
hopes and dreams
past and future
now and how
in and out
it's quite the parade
deep focus not a charade
real caring
heart on sleeve wearing
taking note of each other's state
not staying up too late
Never know
what is up for the day
so many hills to conquer
and things that get in the way
motor on
expend energy till it's gone
and recharge
and let the other take charge
and life motors on
just like this song
over and over
but I sense happiness too
deep release
peace
till we wrestle next with a thought plan or objective
then it's on
Toddler, untied with light tap
Sent off a walker, free.
Tricyclist, two-wheeled and pushed!
No less unsteadily!
Mother and child; partners in fear.
Helpless, up to its end
That path, life's through falls, general.
Watcher's, in watch for blend.
I have got it half right,
I took on board,
The advice from an educational video,
As part of my advanced leadership training as a Cub Leader,
Obtaining my wood beads.
The video showed a clued up boss,
Talking about catching his staff doing things right,
And the lengths he went to catch them in the act.
I took that on board,
With my abilities to get the best of any staff,
Especially relievers,
As I did a lot of relieving as an ECE Teacher,
Including as relieving supervisor.
Yet when It came to,
Catching my now ex wife doing things right,
I never quite transferred the skill to that area of my Life.
Maybe it is not too late,
To do better at it in my next relationship,
As at 72 I am still a spring chicken,
With my marbles only slightly chipped.
According to my doctor,
And the test I aced to prove it.
.
Jazz you are perfect, you’re my dream
I love you so much I could just scream
You constantly make my heart pound
So weak at the knees I could fall to the
ground
I’m captured by you every single day
Im enthralled by every word you say
I love it when we sing together
Those moments I want to last forever
When my worries start to compile
They go away with just one smile
When I have some time for reflection
I see the gravity of our connection
Ive told you things I haven’t told a soul
Things that weighed me down, things
that took a toll
With you I feel so incredibly free
Being accepted just being the real me
Basking under moonlight glow
midst meteor rainfall wish
hearts struck with Cupid's arrow
soar high by love's blissful swish...
Enthralled around each other's warm embrace
their endearing gaze reflects partner's face
expressing care along joyous terrain
to conquer pain by compassion's gain...
As music wades, echoing grievous tone
they bend toward horrific end
turning like frozen bone
light* should amend...
now!
1 John 1:5 This then is the message which we have heard of him, and declare unto you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all.
February 16, 2026
9th place, "The Vester Step" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Jami Patterson ; judged on 2/18/2026
I wonder what will happen,
when I can no longer understand.
And in the midst of all that is happening,
you say “here, hold my hand”
Will my words be clear or will they be muddled?
Will I feel cold or will I feel hot?
Will there be peace and quiet?
Will I be nervous or perhaps not?
What I do think will happen, I hope,
is the gesture itself will stop time.
And makes the world feel safer for now,
when your gentle hand touches mine.
SEASONAL PARTNERS
Photosynthesis
Produces food in the spring
For Summer’s harvest:-
Then comes Fall’s prep for Winter:
Resurrecting Spring, pregnant:-
Never be swayed by a woman in need,
For "billing" is her constant creed.
"I'm hungry," "my gas is dry,"
Her words, a drain, a constant sigh.
Rescue not a woman from poverty's grasp,
For she'll seek escape, and leave at last.
Her heart, a calculator, cold and grey,
Values measured in economic way.
Survival tops feelings in her book,
A lady's love, a financial hook.
She seeks a man with deeper pockets still,
A richer partner, her heart's thrill.
No motherly love to nurture and mend,
Her regard for men, their financial trend.
Multiple suitors, a comparative game,
Her independence, a treasure to claim.
Few claim to help, but seek gain,
Interest and advantage, their aim.
Commanders, helpers, or so they say,
But men, beware, for you'll pay.
Men, work harder, be determined too,
Never look to a woman for help, 'tis true.
For in the end, it will go awry,
And leave you drained, with a heavy sigh.
What would you do?
If it wasn't for my Partner and kids,
My Mates and family too,
I'd be up the creek without a paddle,
Literally,
What would I do?
How would we go about things alone?
So many wrong choices that we'd choose.
We'd have neigh on no advice,
Through any situation,
To help us get through.
Who'd be there for us,
To open up and talk to?
I really don't know what i'd do.
Especially when strangers,
you dont know are true.
If it wasn't for yours,
What would 'you' do?
was thinking the other day
How things work in their own way
And decisions that you take
May be different once you wake
For the world will turn away
And the cogs interact without your say
For decisions can hold you in
To make you saintly or in sin
So here you are today
As you listen to the music play
There’s one course left too
“Is you have to dance with who ever brung you.”
© Paul Warren Poetry
I once thought I'd find the perfect partner
But I know this is not true
For Lord all I ever need is the Grace and love that comes from only you,
People let us down they come and then they go
But your the one that's always there this i surely know
In times of hurt and dispair
your the one who heard my prayer
Our defender provider and so much more
The one who catches us when we falll
So let's sing a joyful song
We have the perfect partner all along.
I was just thinking back when I though It would be good to have someone to pray with to journey life with,
I t came to mind about the Bride and bridegoom story in the Bible. So any one that's divorced or single or relationship is not going well know that one and only perfect person is right there by our side Amen
Thank you Lord for strength and for your wisdom and guiding us well.
Love, friends and friendship became a puzzle for me
This puzzle that I could hardly solve became a tragedy
That I found myself in the middle of the puzzle.
At first I thought solving the puzzle would be easy
But the more I thought about it, the harder it became
Confess, don't confess but confess came from all sides
And choosing among the three seemed impossible
Being friends was really cool but my heart wanted more
That I could hardly spend a minute not thinking about it
And I believed love was better but friendship became a barrier
I approached a friend and he told me to make a move
Moving to another friend she told me not to as
She believed friendship was better than Highschool romance
Which is childish and faints faster than expected
Contrasting to childhood friendship which lasts until old age.
Old age is a dream of mind and a nightmare for your heart
And our hearts never lie and Your heart is heavier than you know
And only confession can off-burden the weight.
A beautiful whisper startled me, my friend true lovers are friends
And lovers are partners, confession will weaken the bond
And patience pays off a bigger bill than impatience
In the midst of twinkling stars in dark starry nights,
you arrived in my life as a breakaway star,
the bright trail you left in sky,
sparkled my heart with heavenly joy.
Like two strangers we met on that life's road,
Forsaking everyone we had in this world,
Like two loving hearts strolling as one,
we made our journey together in the path’s unknown,
Like the twinkling stars in the sky,
we were eternally there for each other.
The fun and excitements of life,
we enjoyed together as delicate wine,
The pain and sorrows of life,
we shared together as bad dreams,
The joy and worries of raising family,
we cherished with sublime sweet emotions.
The unhappiness and discord in life,
we overcame with our trust and love divine.
No matter what lies at our unknown destination,
rest be assured that I will be yours,
and you will be mine.
She snores a bit,
but that's okay, together
we form the horn section
of a Brass Band.
At dawn
we practice together,
bending the knees,
and oiling joints with syrup
and black coffee.
When the sun climbs over
the oak in the backyard
I go my way, walking out
on my plodding paths,
she makes cupcakes
for the fairies that our neighbor
fervently believes
inhabit her hungry soul.
I have a few friendly demons,
and some drinking buddies.
In the late morning
I write stuff.
When evening
shuts our bodies down,
we sleep curled-up
in twill and puff
rolling our guttering togues
into the same
snore-along melody.
I listened
You sang
The lilting syllables
My heart bell rang
You resonate
My soul vibrates
Our frequency
Makes us mates
The tune we play
The words we say
Our bodies move
We dance
We sway
Strictly friends
Applause
All tens
Jinjagoliath
21st July 2023
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