I took the wrong turn where the sycamores grow,
With no map in my hand and nowhere to go.
The road was untravelled, a quiet mistake,
For the sake of the turning, for destiny’s sake.
Then I saw you, just standing, caught in the rain,
A fortuitous meeting that severed the pain.
Not planned by the hours, not set by the clock,
Just a gentle collision—a fortunate shock.
Now our garden is lush, though we planted no seed,
For the wind brings the blossom that the spirit may need.
And the beauty we hold, in this wild, blessed place,
Is the accidental wonder of finding your face.
You're one of the reasons why the smile sees
You're stare is the one who gives me peace
Holding hands while the silent meet
The ambience is so light cause you're one of the pieces
The unplanned is better than the planned
You're such a beautiful, unexpected bond
The invisible string gets connected in the hand
The eyes meet - talk and understand
Every time we're together, our laughter aligns,
We play and do silly things most nights.
The jokes we share, the little stuff too,
All are proof of the love I feel for you.
There’s comfort and peace with you by my side,
No overthinking, no worries to hide.
You hold my hand, your eyes give me rest,
Your smile makes my heart feel truly blessed
When an ordinary day becomes the unexpected,
The hours turn into a rush, and get connected.
I turned my head to find who stood there,
Our eyes met—something rare
I didn’t give anything that hinted at chaos,
Didn’t give a little smile, just raised my eyebrows.
Ignoring someone, shaking my head—
Not now, I’m done being bled.
But you’re the one giving me reason to hold a half-string,
You turn my head again, and your smile gives me something.
My quiet place has a visitor—should I let him in?
Should I open the door and grab his hand to begin?
I think this is the time to say, “I give my walls down.”
You grab my hand and fill the space, feeling like having a crown.
Your smile is like the moon to me, bringing calmness,
Your voice is like rest, providing me with happiness.
You’re one of my “beautiful unplanned.”
You’re my solace now, my safe space in hand,
Building another core memory—
But this time, I have you in every journey.
I don’t know if he needs me, or if he wants me near,
But I can't help wishing I could calm his fear.
Whether he asks for comfort or not, I still care,
I want to be the one who’s always there.
I keep my face calm, though it’s hard to pretend,
But inside my heart, I can’t stop wishing for him.
I pray he’ll come, to fold into me,
Like he was always meant to be, just for me.
We have no label, no promise, no place to stand,
Just shadows in each other’s lives, unplanned.
But deep in my soul, I hold a secret plea—
To mean something to him, to be the one he sees.
Not just "someone" in the crowd, unnoticed and small,
But the one he calls his love, the one above all.
To wear his love like a crown, my heart’s only vow,
And his last name like a promise I would take now.
—Beloved
—A love unnamed, yet echoing in the stillness of the heart~
the way the rain is falling
the perfection of the chill
makes us laugh as we agree to disagree
we cancel our plans for we are both under the weather
we decide to stay under the covers
an idea for hot soup and orange juice pops into my mind
sniffling while smiling, you nod in agreement while lying to yourself for the sake of getting back to wellness
i quickly prepare the soup and add ice to your glass of orange juice
i bring it back to the bedroom as you smile at the early episode of laramie that you found
i quickly join you in the bed and we slurp up the chunky chicken noodle soup and sip on the ice cold orange juice
sniffling, coughing, and sneezing as one, we enjoy the laramie marathon
being under the weather is, at times, a fun thing to be, when you focus on the quality time that you hardly ever think about when working
the stuff we take forgranted is the stuff that lasting relationships are made of
sorry carly, but today we make 'time for the pain' for it is making us feel better without us even knowing it
I have not been on a plane since 2019
That was some three months before COVID-19.
The 2019 trip was one of the worst of my flights.
However, although uncomfortable, it was planned.
But I prefer to tell you about our unplanned flight.
In 2016, my wife and I boldly decided to fly one way.
The flight back would be 'up for grabs'; go with the flow.
One way, Sacramento to Chicago by plane. Not a problem.
Chicago to Jackson, Ms. by train. Longer time. No problem.
One way ticket from Jackson back to Sacramento. Problem!
Our affordable and preferred carrier did not operate in Jackson.
So, we rented a car that turned out to be a truck and drove to Memphis.
Out of Memphis, we boarded our flight with three stops to Sacramento.
Are you tracking me so far? Can you see the 'venture flight' unfolding?
Jackson to Memphis by ground; Memphis to Houston; Houston to Portland;
Portland to Sacramento. Some 879 additional miles of unplanned
travel, but two senior citizens who boldly went with the flow were home at last.
071822PSCtest, Flight three Poetry, Chantelle Anne Cooke. 3P
Broken down meatal cribs with wooden bars.
About the first,
it was as much to her as I to it,
the cloth thread bare.
It was so much and different from today,
always dark and no sunrise.
Biblical, baby names,
like James, Richard and Robert.
A sister Sharon like an olds.
That never seemed to run.
Was always hot.
To much salk and lot enough
we turn away from doing that.
It is different now planned parent hood.
She wore a mask.
To even touch her face it ment another child.
Being pregnant when a man has had enough.
I go fishing
and those worms they take me back.
James McLain Wednesday, April 24, 2013
It does not take much
All it takes is a hill
A descent layer of snow
And a big ol’ bunch of kids
Then the magic starts
Snowmen, forts, and sleds
Just hundreds of kids being kids
And not a sad face in sight
A true ‘unplanned’ winter wonderland
© Poem – XII/XXV/MMXXI
an unplanned pathway
leading down to the water
creek flowing steady
roadway closed to cars
walkers move freely
By George P. Lumayag
The birds tweet to the architect
to support Urban Tree Planting.
Its principle to plant trees is innate;
but a tree on the gutter symbolizes
of unplanned tree planting.
-George P. Lumayag
07.23.2021
Mostly my journey was unplanned
I would fall into stuff
Or get pushed into it kicking and screaming
God had a plan
I never did
Things that weigh on me are mistakes
I thought I would never repeat again
But I kept repeating them again and again
And I will again
Because I trust everybody
In my heart I always know that if you are kind
others will be too, and yes, they do pretend
Some of them but not all
Because some simply
are not kind
But do I get that? No. I do not.
My life has been a series of
I don’t want to do that! I do not like her!
I do not like him! And yet, part of me always does
I kind of like everybody.
I am a giant puppy.
I will not change.
I will always jump in your lap
Begging you to take me home and love me.
I think it is because I started out not feeling loved.
O Summer soon will kiss the moon.
She wears a pure white eyelet skirt.
Carries little sandwiches, and lemonade.
Spreads her fare and there she flirts.
The blanket underneath her curves.
Its tartan splendor over the sand.
His ravenous hunger on her lips.
The swelling high tide unplanned.
Her daisy chain loosens from her neck.
Does he love her or love her not?
He charms as the Big Dipper hastens..
stars spin..and she forgets her last thought.
5/13/2019
Caren Krutsinger’s Summer Quatrain Poetry Contest
The baby came out
He was an old man
The parents were shocked
This wasn't the plan
Crestfallen were they
What could they do? --
No one to complain to
No one to sue
So they decided to laugh
Why, it might all be for the best!
Maybe their old baby
Would soon leave the nest
And even get younger
As time went by --
Else take a few breaths
Turn over, and cry ...
We met at Bervelino’s
On a Friday night,
Nothing was planned,
It was planned.
I said your hair was beautiful honeyed;
Asked for your digits,
You snapped no!
I lit a cigarette;
Your fingers rushed for your nose;
I am about to lose this gem
I feared; losses at love are mine
I soothed, closed the intent.
We headed for Holiday Inn,
Sat by the pool plush,
We could have dived in.
Later, we stole the whole club
That jazzy night
As we kissed as if there
Was no one else around
And we were seated
In a private sanctuary cave:
It was planned and matched in heaven:
That Friday night I met Celine, my angel.
I don’t know where
this day is taking me.
Each one seems to be an unplanned surprise
with chores and tasks that need be done
or happily with distractions, put aside.
I guess I never really knew
where the months and years were going
and there is some satisfaction in not knowing.
I awoke and rose with little expectations
and everything
fell into place without hesitation.
I was lucky or perhaps blessed
whichever you choose or guess.
My life moved forward simply
each day faster and more quickly.
All participants proceeded to play their parts
and now and then
they shared their hearts.
Now living quietly and reflecting upon each day
I realized every one
was an opportunity to pray.
I have few regrets or desires of redos
for every day
was a blessing shared with you.
There are no reruns, nothing left undone
thank you God,
thank you everyone.
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