I see myself at the tender age of five.
A strange loneliness I feel, and I am shy.
I wonder sometimes why I’m even alive.
I chase fireflies and watch clouds in the sky.
I’m fifteen, more confident and doing well at school.
I read, play records and dream about guys.
I like to think I’m nobody’s fool,
and I’ve no time for watching clouds in the sky.
I’m thirty and still, there’s so much ahead.
Married, with two kids, I am having great fun.
Health concerns haven’t yet filled me with dread.
I swim often in a pool and lay out in the sun.
I’m fifty; my children have long since left the nest.
I teach and write poems; I’m a grandmother too.
Except for health issues, these years could be my best.
Life’s gotten so busy. There’s so much to do!
By 70, I still feel blessed, yet also have some woes.
I care less for possessions and the world’s triviality.
I want to be grateful no matter how life goes.
I realize now my purpose seeking spirituality.
Sweet September morn Fall's freshness Natural normalcy was all around us
Soon something shifted, shalt not
Killing came - Monumental Madness
Hate hit our twin towers.
Pierced Pentagon caused fiery flames
"Let's Roll" rested in farmer's field
By Poet..... "Sometime life is unseen. What remains then shows up."
Over the many years,
pillows have been filled with tears.
Unseen dreams of attacking bears,
representing my many fears.
Now unseen what remains?
It is all locked away in my brains,
tied tight with heavy chains.
Sometimes red busting veins,
filling me with overwhelming pains.
stripped bare
shivering
my faultlines exposed
I stand before Him
no one to defend me
my record speaks for itself
shame, far too mild a word
I stand before Him
knocking at His door, poor in deeds
asking for another year of life
not because I deserve it
but because He is gracious
merciful, patient, long-suffering
abundant in kindness and truth
Suddenly, the crashing sounds of broken glass
as all the doors closed with nowhere to pass
Time stood still as so many innocent souls breath their last
the tragedy which happened unexpectedly so fast
with blood and fire mixing together on the ground
the city transformed into a great battleground
the hand of terror forced its way with a heavy sound
to hit a target for which it was mount to bound
So many left with unfinished dreams after the blow
to leave the world in darkness moving away the glow
no one had a clue even to use a whistle for anyone to know
that within a few seconds the towers will come below
Perhaps this would never had happened should one foresight
while everyone was so busy about their duty under the light
to commit themselves with intelligence to do everything right
unknowingly they got caught by evil in life to lose the fight
The memory of that one day no one can erase from the mind
which continue to stain the hearts of those who escape death behind
The statue of liberty will forever mourn those patriots who are gone
as well as the earth with open arms sit and wait for hose unborn
Serial Soap
The Years of Our Lives
Serial Soap
After four years of marriage
I cannot remember my life before
You turned my life around
Showed me life was so much more
Now every memory is of us
Every thought is about you
In everything that I partake
It's a reminder of you
You loved me when I was down
But I never made it to my feet
I was pulling you with me
With my anger and deceit
As you walked away I saw
That you had tears in your eyes
I know it wasn't easy for you
And I had had a million tries
You won't answer your phone
You refuse to talk to me anymore
That hurts my already broken heart
That shattered here on the floor
I wouldn't change a thing
About all our good times at least
But I'd change every argument
And I never would be that beast
At five, the world is leisurely and small,
tiny enough to fit inside my hand~
a pebble pocketed from the sidewalk,
a leaf, the outside world, I innocently understand
At fifteen, the world is hurried and expanding,
tilting toward faces in crowded halls~
I ponder who I’m becoming, studying
the mirror and glances steadying schoolroom walls.
At thirty, the world is broadening, the hours frantic,
asking for purpose in their spin and span~
the invisible but deliberate shaping
of the burgeoning person I began.
At fifty, the world is stable, days balanced and clear:
what shall stay, what shall fall away~
I keep the people and moments that ring true
and let what remains dissipate and decay.
At seventy, the world is unsteady, the pace softening slow:
the morning opens wide~
small moments, bright with quiet grace,
find room to rest inside.
Contest: Five Perspectives
Sponsor: Margaritas Lillico
Poem written: 090126
Red wagons, tricyles, electric trains.
Off to school exploring my brain.
Reading, writing, arithmatic each day.
But at 5, it was much ado about play.
New school, new teachers, new classes.
Honor rolls, lots of books, good grades.
15, working hard, covering all the bases.
New friends; so many different faces.
By 30, 2 kids and married for 8 years.
A time in life when fears and tears are real;
Life of dealing with mortgages and car deals.
A youth pastor, helping kids learn how to live.
When turning 50 and leaving 49 years behind,
We slowly learn to make the new step of time.
We are concerned with 401k's and retirement.
Spoken words are fine, but we want them in print.
By 70, I had resided in four different states.
I felt great, having neither head nor heart aches.
It was in 2019 when I attended my first NFL game.
Doctors, clinics, hospitals; mostly for exams.
ancient olive tree
"Oliveira do Pes" tree
neat to read and see
three thousands seven hundreds ~
years of age and still produce
So many years ago, in the nineties
Yes, in a commercial school
You taught me
Oh, beautiful teacher, heavenly lady
I loved you, from the beginning,
And now I still love you
Time. Hmm. Fate. Distance
Separate us, but I can not forget you
Beautiful woman, you are in my heart
Always, at every time, I just think about you
Do you remember me? I was sixteen
And you a very young beautiful teacher
I can't delete you. My heart is my commander. I love you
Please, remember me, my soul was clean
Still waiting for you
your voice plays over and over on the answering machine - I can't let you go--
I’m counting the days
like faded rosary beads...
light’s losing its gloss
in old dusty memories
my forgotten passion lies
The days pass,the years erase
It's hard to delete the heart's blaze
The emotions are yet,fresh and cool
To feel,to love...was I a fool?
The waiting now is so long
I do not know,how to get along...
Ah yes! Retirement Years!
Elimination of all the fears
Of time clocks punched – or “9 to 5”
It’s so good to be alive!
But wait! What’s this I find?
It’s a “slippage” of my mind!
Where is that? … What’s my name?
My mind’s an ember … not a flame!
Where’s my keys? … Where’s the car?
I can’t go walking very far
‘Cause I’ll forget where ‘tis I live
My mind’s become an open sieve!
In the mirror every morn’
I see a face so old and worn
But, it’s always someone new
So I say: “Howdy do!”
On Easter Morning, with old legs,
I hide my own Easter Eggs
Then spend the day lookin’ ‘round
For where it is I laid them down.
Just one newspaper do I read
It’s two years old, but all I need
For all the news within its’ “new”
And the pictures? They are too!
And presents for Christmas morn’
I wrap myself, and tho’ forlorn
When opened, I yell with joy!
“A present, from that ol’ boy!”
Retirement, seen from years ago
Emitted visions all aglow
Of life to be so very fine
But that was with my mind, in line.
So, here I sit writin’ prose
Comin’ from mindless throes
Of thoughts that lack a clarity
(Retirement ain’t what I thought it’d be).
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