Years quietly slipped beyond us.
Today you stood before me.
Faded memories breathed once again.
Our eyes spoke forgotten stories.
Silence covered every trembling smile.
Your eyes still carried love.
My heart still carried pain.
Time refused our reaching hands.
Destiny separated our gentle paths.
My soul searched only you.
We will never reunite again.
My heart finally accepted truth.
Yet love never truly vanished.
Your memory became my breath.
My silence became eternal witness.
May your life bloom forever.
Let my sorrow remain mine.
Your smile brings lasting peace.
My love follows your shadow.
Goodbye never ends true love.
This meeting becomes our farewell.
Tears became love's final language.
Forgive my helpless broken heart.
Please stay happy, always, beloved.
Your happiness remains my prayer.
Qwerky McGurky family tree
how did it end up in the backyard with me?
I am not related; this fact cannot be overstated
at last count I noted there were twenty-three
a family reunion held once a year
they usually wait until we are not near
but this year we did not go on vacation
so here they are, in a Qwerky McGurky celebration
we thought you were gone, this is our happy tree
I was speechless, as you can pretty much understandably see
You are invited to be our honorary relatives, said the McGurky’s
I ran inside to ask my husband if that would somehow work-ee.
They came one by one.
Together they were marching to the tune.
Their party hats and spoons.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
Reunion of friends
Family, a crowd
Her fiftieth trends
Of her, we're proud
A model, she struts
Resplendent in blue
With signature, guts
Astride husband, true
Past, present, apart
To feast and dance
Next chapter to start
A risk, another chance
Ensues a warm glow
Asking, when next?
Meetings may flow
Pray not a mere text
407.
The Final Reunion
In the end of times
The judgment of all our crimes
A great thing on earth will happen
All people who died will live again
Souls unite with their bodies for eternity
The everlasting reward or punishment for humanity.
-11/24/2015
(Dumarao)
*14th Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
Halo, have you been found?
May your light cast on down.
Reflected back, a fractured shine-
We've found a piece of missing time.
Watching past versions fade-
Heavy burdens absence weighed.
Return even in deep silence-
A fate we knew would bind us.
You're half my eager soul
Treading this hallowed path.
From once sacred black rose-
Eyes now locked as if in trance.
A newly found sense of life-
Fallen star- shining bright.
The quiver of your lips
Forever felt between us.
For heartache lessons when-
Your presence eases pain.
We always sought our better half-
Ending peace where we began.
class reunion
what do you do?
What do you do?
What do you do?
What do you do?
Is there not one more interesting question to ask?
I am a secret agent. Smug look.
Astronaut. Sure.
Celebrity psychic. I laugh.
Famous novelist.
Apparently not famous enough.
There are no truth tellers here.
In a weird way, it is refreshing to see they are still liars.
I heard an old Irish refrain
rising to make my heart long,
bringing me some kind of solace
and kinship in a sad song.
Tree climbing to where I belong -
by God, I have Irish roots -
Roddy McCorley, breathing
my dead last breath in my boots.
I’ll reunite with my sister -
see her in heaven so sweet,
buying fresh cockles and mussels,
my Molly Malone to meet.
But let us not rush to judgement -
just like Tim Finnegan said,
I’m not ready for the Devil.
Don’t you decide that I’m dead.
Old men in waistcoats
Sitting in the warm sun
Chatting of those days
When they were young
Comrades in arms at
The Cold War’s height
Fighting off sleep through
Each long shift’s night.
Each hour seeming longer
As dawn broke the sky
Each long second endless
To each tired, aching eye.
The moment of relief at
At each shift’s end
Precious sleeping hours
To help tired minds mend.
Enjoying each hour until
That inevitable when
Once again it’s their turn
For the night shift again.
Old men in waistcoats
Reliving days of youth
Of a very different world
And a very different truth.
Each reunion ends with
A ritual moment to think
And toast those gone with
The Absent Friends’ drink.
They renew their pledge,
Same time next year,
Each maybe wondering
That’s if I’m still here.
Two souls intertwine,
the desire traces its path
Jackpot in sight
Shared movement.
Fruits so dreamed,
Brilliant desire, intertwined hearts
Two souls leap forward
Finally reciprocally
Finally
Snow falls
Home calls
Long road
Time flowed
Hearts yearn
Eyes burn
Mom waits
Wide gates
Tired steps
Sun wanes
At dusk
Dogs bark
Lights on
Till dawn
Promise
Kept ties
New morn
Souls torn
Brief meet
Last leaf
A full Soup Bowl,
that is full of red hot writers,
with many creative words to read.
Some write funny,
some write romance,
some write true to life,
some write tales of old,
some write very short,
some write very long
but all write from their heart.
A full Soup Bowl,
with one less.
Many of our wonderful writers have left us,
to a better place to write.
Heaven is the place,
a place were we one day will join in.
Another one of our writers went from our Soup Bowl,
writer Panagiota Romios left us Tuesday, Oct. 08, 2025.
Now in heaven writing away,
as she joins the other Soupers.
Many have left,
they have paved the way.
One day there will be a great reunion,
we can all join in together.
May They All Rest In Peace.....
~ one day we'll meet at heaven's gate
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
A feast made with love
A family brought together for Thanksgiving weekend
The makings for lifetime memories
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Excitement, anticipation and just a little fear.
As the day of the reunion slowly draws near.
It is nigh on thirty years since my hometown I left.
Family losses and change leaving me bereft.
The company we worked for turned out to be the best.
And we all started out on our lifetime quest.
Marriages and homes one day would come.
As the weekends approached all we wanted was fun.
Great friendships were forged in these times gone by.
We laughed, we fought and sometimes we cried.
The day finally dawned when we met once more.
And there was laughter, tears and fun days like before.
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