Yesterday I missed you when I felt weak
Before morning’s break of day when I awoke
Recalling times we had so many stories to speak
When we would laugh and share a joke
When each other’s attention was all we’d seek
When smiles were easy with each word we spoke
Now time just passes,
And the pendulum swings...
Today I cried for the grief that I feel
Over how you’ve hidden again without a sound
I ponder if our connection was ever real
I wonder how you feel without me around
And I wish you peace but now I must heal
This pain breaks my spirit in ways so profound
Now time just passes,
And the pendulum swings...
Tomorrow the distance will be longer and lighter
And the constant battle between my head and my soul
Will only strengthen me because I am a fighter
I will patch my heart where you left a hole
And each day that passes will only get brighter
As I let go of you to make myself whole
FLYING SWINGS*
Flying swings,
Built on the thrill of gravity’s gentle hand,
Lift us up, strange birds
Into the turning sky
Where joy sways with the breeze,
Childhood's dance suspended in the air.
Hands raised high,
We chase the cloud-choked horizons
Each swing weaving stories,
Where freedom tastes like cotton candy,
A dash of courage,
In every soaring arc.
For just a while,
The earth holds its breath,
And we are weightless, drifting
Lost in the echo of shouts and bells,
The world below a mere blur—
In the carnival's embrace
We learn to fly.
*This poem was featured and published on Writer Monk’s Facebook page in July 2025. This is my original poem.
Spring home runs are for show
~ October’s are for all the dough
A walk to the park
The crisp morning air
There’s frost on the ground
A chill everywhere
Squirrels scurry about
From here to there
They notice me not
I’m needn’t a care
Sitting alone
…those four wooden chairs
Waiting for me
And calling me there
Eight chains frozen
…hanging straight and so tight
Awaiting all burdens
From one winter’s night
Wooden and cold
…but just right for thee
She squeaked and groaned
Then waited for me
I gripped her links
…what was my plan
Push back - release
Or do all I can
I looked to the heavens
…then in front of me
Another man standing
His chance to speak
Needn’t a jingle
…or even a sway
My time has passed
Send wisdom his way.
Clouds and trees
Animals and the bees
High up in the air
Swinging so freely
I see it all
The landscapes
The moon and stars
Are all surrounding me
Legs dangling mid air
Breeze blowing
Hair flowing
My hearts a singing with flair
All while I’m swinging mid air
I’m swinging high in the sky
Close to the stars
But not quite there
The smile on my face
I cannot contain
Why would I anyways
It’s my happy place
It feels like home
And it’s swinging me closer
To the moon and stars above
To the very places I love.
An empty swing sways, lilting loneliness in the breeze,
With no children in play, no laughter's squeal to please,
Its rusty chain creaks a forlorn squeak for days gone by.
Like lonesome clouds that linger longingly in the sky.
The ropes are worn, the seat is torn, thread-bare.
The swing swings a lonely dance, with no one there.
It swings from the memory of when frolicking legs and arms.
Would pull it skyward, to thrust aloft its charms.
The wind blows dust tumbling through the ghost town,
Abandoned by the curse of salt in the ground-waters,
Caused by a wasteful irrigation scheme that shutdown.
Leaving the town barren, devoid of sons or daughters.
The willy-willy wisps of white crystal salt,
Lifts from the dust in the playground's remains.
Evoking ghostly images that twist and somersault
Through the rusty links on the swing link chains.
The empty swing swinging in the breeze,
Is a prayer-wheel, squeaking a mournful mantra hum,
That human greed drags nature down onto its knees,
Knowing what you've done, can't be undone.
Roller coaster mood swings associated with boyfriends, fiance's or husbands on a regular basis
Nights that smell of dew,
days that smell of fresh grass,
flowers that bloom to be seen for a short time,
leaving their fragrance in the air for us to feel that unforgettable instant.
Slippery days missed somewhere in the past.
Rusty swings forgotten in my backyard that bring back my childhood memories.
Columpios Oxidados.(Spanish)
Noches que huelen a rocío,
días que huelen a hierba fresca,
flores que florecen para ser vistas por poco tiempo,
dejando su fragancia en el aire para que sintamos ese instante inolvidable.
Días resbaladizos perdidos en algún lugar del pasado.
Columpios oxidados olvidados en mi patio trasero que me traen recuerdos de mi infancia.
Tragically, I am happy,
not much to moan about.
Contentment can get old real quick.
Mind suggests turning on the TV
to Fox News or even CNN.
Tragedy! Doom everywhere!
Now I am back,
now I am cussing under my breath,
but softly
so my wife don't hear.
Today I’m thankful for swings
for those feelings of freedom and flying that it brings…
I think Duke Ellington understood
the wonders that they bring…
when he sang…
Life don’t mean a thing…
if it ain’t got that swing
A pulsating sea prancing with it's shore
wallowed waters hollering new thoughts
buoyant memoirs seething and submerged
torrents in vortex, of haves and have nots.
wave after wave, rolling and receding
in restless rhythm, crashing on the cliffs,
passions of turbulence in serene harmony
churned by winds, a wilderness of riffs.
seismic aqua rumpus in perpetual roar
a wild wave behind, suddenly disappears
lapping the white sand, sparkles of foam
hiding a pearl in oyster's pain and tears.
Cadence of grief and joy, come and go
soaring and swooping, a calypso sings
What bothers you so, O mighty Ocean?
You drench my soul in your mood swings
The palace door swings wide open with delight
In the yearly cyclic calendar, behold the sight,
A new move of the Spirit, awakening this hour,
Where whispers of hope blossom with every prayer.
From depths unseen, a springing well begins,
The waters are being stirred by angelic hosts,
Heaven dances in the streets, the story unfold,
Healing pouring forth, as a pipeline to the world.
Boundaries extend, as staircases into the sky,
Health and wealth in your land, never to deny,
Miracles cascade, like stars in the night,
A symphony of wonders, to dazzle your sight.
The future whispers secrets, the Spirit reveals,
Listen carefully, as it gently appeals,
A kingly anointing bestowed upon your frame,
From ordinary to embrace extraordinary name.
In your mother’s womb, you were fearfully formed,
A born hero, you were lovingly transformed,
A rain maker, gracious to make hearts dance,
A bearer of good fortune, of divine circumstance.
Mighty in spirit, a troop you hold within,
For you are chosen, beloved, forgiven,
Unlock the treasures of this new season,
Embrace the calling, fulfill your reason.
Swing's Ooh Mighty Swing's
..... The Golfing Season Brings!
Watch Our Hopes Arise,
From The Fairway Side To The Green!
With Every Single Hole We'll Mark,
From Your Bag,
Get Your Stick's, We Should Score With Art!
So Swing And Let Your Love Impart Your, Way!
Par, Par, Birdie, Birdie,
Start The Show, A LIttle Bit Of Power,
And We'll Go, Go, Go, O'Kay!
Swing's Ooh Mighty, .... Swing's!
noticing mood oscillation
diminishes not elation
being but rise and fall of waves
with pain and joy, heart’s flirtation
in staid stillness, ego behaves
no longer of dark desires raves
we are the witness, in bliss mode
love the sole cure, that always saves
oh hermit, carry not fear’s load
in cave of heart is God’s abode
there’s no door; we’re always welcome
His love and light, here now download
The empty swing
swings gently
in the gentle
breeze that wafts
across the empty
playground park.
The dust in the foot-pans
beneath the swings
lifts up in the breeze,
swirls and curls in
a spiral willy-nilly, willy-willy.
The town has all but died.
A tardy few die-hard's remain,
as they have no where else to go.
The salty groundwater,
which rose up in the soil
due to over zealous irrigation,
scalded the landscape and sucked
the life out of everything alive.
Even the birds and bees departed
as the vegetation was parched to
dry, shriveled brown, littering
the stark parched brown earth,
dotted with snow white blotches
and scabby scolds.
The residents were given fair warning.
They failed to heed the tell-tale signs
and reduce their wasteful
excessive irrigation,
as the salty water rose.
The call to change was such an irritation.
Like everyone, everywhere,
the people here, only took up a tardy reaction
when it was too late,
or almost too late,
which blind fate swung to
far, far too late.
Their fate was sealed.
This time the gauge
had swung far right down
to empty.
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