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A Warning for the Recently Widowed

When my ashes are brought home
don’t place them on a mantel
between the tacky Hummel figurines.

Tip them out onto the backyard
to nourish the cabbages.

I am not coming back,
but check the wind once more,
I might blow into the house again
and the dust-buster will clog up.

Do not look for me in the sky,
I am not there,
nor on or

Categories: widowed, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Deadly Flight of Widowed Dove

Where are your arms hidden in disguise,
you are our path to freedom and pride.
The spaces are taken by the celebrated and hated,
where is the love which given is for unborn,
take us with free love,
and deadly flight of widowed dove.

Stay within my spaces,
open your native places.
Understand with an open heart,
war is just an ugly form of

Categories: widowed, corruption,
Form: Free verse

Gone but not forgotten

In silent hours, we feel the space,
The quiet ache, the empty place.
Your laughter now a distant sound,
A cherished echo that surrounds.

The world was brighter with your light,
Now shadowed by this endless night.
Each moment shared, each tender touch,
We miss you dearly, oh, so much.

Your presence stays, so calm, so near,
in every prayer. In every tear
Though you

Categories: widowed, bereavement, heaven, miss you,
Form: Rhyme

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The Man At the Bus Stop

After I came home from work one day, and sitting down for tea
I looked out the window, and was surprised to see
A person sitting out there, as if waiting for a bus
The last one for the day had gone, now that will make him cross

When I looked out there later, he was still sitting on

Categories: widowed, bereavement, death of a
Form: Ballad

Widowed Compassion

Said the old widow cook
to the drag queen son
feeding his/her dying abusive dad,
while offering her nurturing donation:

"I don't want your money.
We're not savages, yet."

Other words
that might have come to
desecrating mind:
not for sale, yet
not that victimized
not that wounded
not that uncivilized
not that poor
not that disenfranchised
not that disempowered
not that unenlightened
not that devastated
not that resourceless
not that dispassionate
not that judgmental

Categories: widowed, abuse, age, destiny, gender,
Form: Political Verse

Now Married Soon Widowed

A Woman of Substance,
Cited as An Instance,
Her name Lady Constance …
The rest giving Distance!

Then, she become married
On her wedding carried:
A Worshipful Bridegroom,
Who could wait for their room
But would rather off zoom
To it long swept with broom …

But mid-street Fatal Crash,
To the Man A Fate harsh …

Now married soon widowed:
By Death overshadowed!

Categories: widowed, cry, death, marriage, woman,
Form: Rhyme

A Widowed Mother's Love

There is no better love under the sun.
A mother who knows how loss feels.
Loss of one she loved under the bright sun.
That is how I define a mother’s love.

What is love without test?
It has stood the test of time, strife.
It has stood annoyance, many a blast,
But what of the test of loss, loss of life?

A

Categories: widowed, loss, love, mother,
Form: ABC

Widowed Refrain

Quietly the nights pass
Sleep not the Widowed refrain
Mind filled with regrets

Categories: widowed, grief,
Form: Haiku

Widowed Woman

I am a widowed woman of significant age.
Not unable to keep house, cook or bathe a child,
no dancing for me those days seem over,
but, yet - I can paint a picture or go fishing,
with the best of them.
I am strong yet vincible, not young,
but abled.
I am a widowed woman of significant age.

Categories: widowed, age, beautiful, black african
Form: Narrative

Widowed

Her only talent is
To steal the dance
And so the beat begins.
Round and round
She turns to your tune
Loving the heady spin.
Hear her words
Pour forward from her
Intentions spilled too thin.
Her clutch for long straws
A quickening of heart
A desire burns to win.
A long year unites
Illusions of love 
Pure mimicry is her sin.
Black magic fingers
Red lips share burnt breath
Whispers

Categories: widowed, betrayal
Form: I do not know?

Widowed Bride

Upon this dark and sunny day,
Kneeling by your flowery display
My teardrops fall like dripping dew,
Remembering my time with you.
Cold hard stone is all that is left
To warm my heart that’s lost, bereft.
Today our life had just begun,
When in a moment, it was done.
I lay, in sorrow, by your side,
Forever yours, your mournful bride.

Categories: widowed, death, husband, loss, lost
Form: Rhyme

Widowed

Do raindrops know
when dandelions cry
flowing flaxen feelings 
like honeysuckle hues
cuddling a marigold morning
Will weeping willows wake
parched parades of poppies
silted by searing seasons
stigmas of seedless seduction 
shadowed by stormy sunsets
Can rainbows of renaissance
twist tulip tongues 
so stamens of wilted whispers
oscillate osmotic overtures
of pistil pardon
Do thundering trumpets 
mourn misty meadows
when dandelions cry 
tides of tawny tears
widowed in

Categories: widowed, life, nature, seasons,
Form: Idyll (Idyl)

- Playing Basketball - With My Widowed Father

We play this game each time we 
talk, in person or on the phone,

he is the backboard with the basket, 

I dribble on to find the right
 positions taking careful aim,

as I am trying hard to dunk my
well-aimed shots into that hoop so
narrow, so hard-rimmed it makes 
the ball rebound on me — 

but very

Categories: widowed, family, father,
Form: I do not know?