Love you are so sweet, you are the one I love, you make me feel so high.
High like the mountains, your love takes me high and high that I feel like I am in the sky.
Flying high on our love, it’s like a bird flying in the sky, the wind hitting our face is like a sweet feeling of grace.
Love when you are near, I feel your care, your smile lights the room, like a moon shinning you shine bright in my heart.
Flying high on our love, it’s like a bird flying in the sky, the wind hitting our face is like a sweet feeling of grace.
Love you so much, you make all of my nights feel bright, you make all of life’s moments feel special and bright.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
“Here!” “Come see my plane fly; my train choo choo!!”
“Look at that funny cow mommy, ‘moo, moo’!”
“Faster, daddy, faster!” “Again, yes, wee!!!”
“One more story mommy, p,p,p,please!”
“I’m going out.” - “Where?” Mum asks. - ”Hmmpphhh… Just out!”
“Where’s my shoes? Why isn’t this washed?”, I shout.
“Board games night, really?" "I have friends y’know…”
“My life is over… he dumped me”, I groan.
“Oh, woe is me, my life is half over!”
I expected a house, kids, ring, rover…
the dream job; not dole and redundancy!!!
“I’ve a bunch of cats now living with me!”
“Phew!” “Two moments on the sofa, free from…
them!!” “Yes, the kids rule the roost, all day long!”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Though, I could do with some more time away.”
“A new lease of life!” “Barely past forty!”
The golf, wine, cheese… “Grandkids, go be naughty!”
“What a time it is, hey, to be alive!”
“Old, ha!” “I’ve learnt to just live and let jive!”
09.27.2026
(For the Five Perspectives Contest - each stanza representing different ages: 5, 15, 30, 50, 70.)
Years have passed since we walked this shore,
Kissed by countless waves and more;
Embedded are your footprints still—
No tide can erase, nor sands can fill.
Months have passed since you left this room,
Yet still there lingers your perfume;
Embracing each corner, a trace of your presence,
A cherished reminder of your enduring essence.
Weeks have passed since I last heard your voice,
A recording replayed in memory and choice;
Each word you spoke still echoes clearly,
Like a whisper breathed into my ear so dearly.
It was just yesterday when I last saw you,
Through a framed smile, your face I knew;
I can still trace each speck and line—
A face that will never fade with time.
As I have grown older, so many things have changed, from the things I dreamt of and those I never had.
Now it doesn't matter as I sit in my chair, you speak, advise and I listen but despite your mediation and ideas of immersion I still just sit.
How things have changed, how many people have gone, and still I just sit looking at the world, I have seen so much, that now I feel neither desire or aversion to the way people are.
I started as a man who set myself standards and managed peoples expectations, but here I still sit with all those conditional beliefs discarded.
People come, people go and night continues to follow the day, as I feel things slowly slipping away, I think about my final farewell, I won't say what songs to sing, just ask that all have a hymn to hum, hummed in your own special version.
GOODBYE
Dear Barbara.
Before Fed Ex or UPS delivered rapidly,
There was USPS with Special Delivery.
Before them all, God delivered freely.
There are two treasured gifts most heavenly.
God blessed me with a wife and a family.
There's no one else with whom I'd rather be
Than the one that God clearly gave to me.
All that came before you
Lit a flame that quickly vanished from view.
For 54 years, there's been 'Just Us'.
It will be this way until one of us bites the dust.
Steeped deep within my memory,
I'll always remember the start of our story.
In a college town,
In a church pew,
You turned both my head and heart around.
From that moment on, everything became new.
In very short order,
I knew you were a gift from my heavenly Father.
Theories of killers fall from blonde to grey rivers
A man with a face controlled by a robot
Rolls a kart with forgotten songs of Eagles and Hawks
I fought a cry seeing our friends goodbye
I heard a ringing I could not breathe
Somewhere there was the missing voice of make-believe
An acoustic drink ,a punch of a swing off a tree
The peeling worn out shade
Lifts the suade off a Saturday moon
Rebellious fires burn holiday seeds of pumpkins and carrots
I tried to be different everyone left but were never here
I tried to be cool but the string of limousines got tied up in a tree of lies
I tried to fall in love
But ended up a 3rd party fool
"The moon is an honest Manipulator,"
last night you showed off with your total eclipse.
Your enormous bright light did,
"Tie me to your Tongue."
"I learned how to live unkissed,
until" last night.
Now "I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire,"
needing to wait for the next full moon.
"If time turns, will scars stain the sky?"
Will I live to see you next month in all your glory?
Oh look at the dark clouds for,
"It's raining roses and love riots."
Tonight was very special,
I am so glad I could join the full moon for our visit.
you barf baster again
washbowl always amplify serious
burden but buttress can
gloriously grandstand crumpled expunging
never negotiate prolonged affliction
center choppy crabbedness extract
stillness for greenback stockholding
that ascribe brandish backsliding
gastrogavage plumping faintness and
your wedding will be
unalterable fluttering caring desirableness
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
Contest: Lento Soup Poetry
Sponsored by Charles Messina
There's a special place being built for me,
Where my house will last for all eternity.
No more needs for mortgages or hotels.
Collateral not required, nor will show and tell.
On a forever property of my very own.
Long has been the wait for my new home.
Say goodbye to town to town, state to state.
A private mansion is where I'll lay my stake.
I have so much love to give
But no one to give it to
It can't just be anyone
Because only one person is special
Some people don't deserve my love
I want to care for someone
Give them my ideas and thoughts
Someone to share a laugh with
Someone to share my life with
I thought I found that special person
But now I'm rethinking it
She's not liking me the way I'm liking her
But I don't think I can ever stop
It's killing me
Every day I some how steer my thoughts in her direction
Then I realize
It won't happen
It never will
Pacing in the church porch
my heart tastes everything
surrounded yet so separate, in the name of a ring
I start to hear the organ, my body’s frozen stiff
as they pull me to the aisle, it all comes down to this
spectators are just faces absent of my recognition
I’m a buffering engine running on forced ignition
flash backs of months of turmoil assessing the who, the where the what
echo through me now with no means to stop
but then this stunning silence, like he’d planned it a perfect science
fell over me, his eyes the only diamonds that I could truly see
really, I had seen a different glisten
stood opposite, I had tried to listen
to the sound of the organ, beckoning the real life bride
they’d closed the doors and started filming but I’d assumed myself inside
this day was special, sacred and safe
this day defined new time
this day was everything
this day just wasn’t mine
Rip went to ‘Magicians School’
learned tons of tricks
But where was the magic
Not one made me flip
A school can only teach so much
Magic takes a special touch
Maybe you're born with it
Maybe you acquired it
Even 'Magic School' can't require it
we are a great team
that has each other's backs
no one's left behind
Maybe one day, everyone will walk on water
Or turn water into wine
Heal the sick. Turn back time
Live in a world without war or fear
Maybe one day, everyone will turn the other cheek
Or wear each other's sandals, year after year
Love one another. Help the weak
Be the light in candles
Maybe one day, everyone will know peace of mind
Or make origami of the sublime
All skins are kin, everyone wins!
Can I hear an "Amen"? Or at the very least
Can we all just try to get along
And maybe be friends?
Maybe one day, everyone will feel the holy spirit
Or fill in the holes in the fabric of time
Take a quantum leap of faith
There's nothing better than the Kind
The One who saves us from all the lying
Your birthday is a special time
to give thanks to God for you!
I’m thankful you’re a friend of mine —
your birthday is a special time
to give thanks for you friend so kind,
and to pray you’re blessed
the whole year through!
Your birthday is a special time
to give thanks to God for you!
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