Family Here and Above
I finally arrived and no more believing Linda's Lies
Sorry mom, your always right
A year coming soon since you left
Some days harder and the emptiness in my heart
God bless Angie and I thru our pain
Daily we talk about ya'll and stay sane
Our birthdays were hard without you three
Stay close by as we need ya'll always
We missing ya'll deeply
the last time I laughed uncontrollably was last week at my sister’s house
She and I are identical twins
We were celebrating our birthday
I kept reiterating stories we both knew
Where someone put me down.
“Caren, what HAVE you been eating?” from an old lady who was stupid.
Because I weigh forty pounds more than my twin.
A stupid old lady who dresses out at eighty-eight pounds.
Every time I said that my twin and I hooted with laughter.
Here is another one.
“Caren, where did you PUT it?”
I would say this in the snottiest voice of my mother.
Because she said this to me when I was twelve.
I had been sewing a new dress
out of green material with yellow mushrooms.
I loved this dress and kept working on it night after night.
Years later, my mother told me
that Daddy accidentally got grease all over it.
He thought it was a rag and used it to wash the car.
So, she threw it away.
“Caren, where did you put it?”
I still hear my twin laughing.
Loves hand is outstretched, asking me to walk and talk, making me feel so near.
Love wants me to go and never leave, but love sometimes has to grow and weave.
Love is like a thread and grows and grows till it reaches the stars above, then it shines for all to see, making the light that only true love can make.
Love, your hand is so strong, and I feel you hold mine with all your divine love.
Always and forever, my love, our shining love is bright like a light guiding us through all of this life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Life is slipping through my hands
I'm slowly losing control
It's heartbreaking to watch
As it kills my soul
What caused this to happen
It's difficult for me to tell
The pain is still fresh for me
And had to come from hell
My heart has been broken
It happened because of you
You shattered it to pieces
When you said we're through
I believed we were doing well
And together we were happy
But obviously I was wrong
Our problems I didn't see
Now you're moving on with life
While I want to be alone
Your newly found happiness
Has left me to cry and moan
All I ever wanted for you
Was for you to be happy
I guess what hurts the most
Is it's not being with me
It's clear that you love me
But i don't understand why
After the things I have done
And all times I made you cry
I've let you down many times
And put those tears on your face
I hate myself for creating you pain
Along with all your disgrace
I cannot fathom how you felt
Each time your heart was broke
The pain and shame you hid
Behind depressions dark cloak
You stood up for me each time
Even knowing I was in the wrong
Your love must unconditional
And it's grace I do not belong
You should have someone deserving
Who won't be the reason you to cry
This is difficult because I love you
But it time that I say goodbye
I can't let myself break your heart
I've done it too many times before
I need to separate myself from you
So i can never sadden you anymore
Happy Heavenly Father’s Day, Dad … I miss you like a ghost misses heartbeats … all my love. ?????
~
midst all of heaven's blessings
my treasures, known and had
not one can best the miracle
that fate made you ... my dad.
Copyright © 2025 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author and family )
She's looking for Mr. Right,
While he's looking for Miss Right.
Both of them seeking for 'The One'.
She lives on the western side,
While he stays on the east side --
They don't cross paths under the Sun.
She goes to church on Sundays,
Does good works and sings and prays
"Dear Lord, please help me find the One".
He's in a congregation, the same denomination,
That meets on the other side of town.
So she decided to look
For some kind of 'self help' book -
She did not want to spend any money.
Reading was his best hobby,
And they met inside the lobby
Of the local town library.
They both walked to the section
Of books on self-direction,
And both reached for the same book.
"Go ahead and take it." He said.
"No, but you were here first" she said.
"Why don't we read it together?".
A conversation started -
Since then they never parted -
Mr. and Mrs. Right forever.
If you'd be someone's Mr. Right,
Try to be your very best you.
And if you'd be someone's Miss Right,
The same advice goes for you.
Get an education to be interesting,
Develop a warm personality.
Exercise, eat less, be appealing.
Involve the LORD and visit the library.
i miss you... i miss you in those most random of moments. i forget to forget you, to let you go of you and memories.... i smell you randomly, i still feel your touch trace across my body. the visions of you filling my mind against my will. i can feel the emotions ripping through my heart as each flashes in my head..... why did you go ? i don't feel like you left but your absence has been filled with the memories of our times together. bittersweet limerence comes crawling in as i try to shut the door for the meories to stop. i miss you, i cant tell you or even lie to myself about it. i know i love you and my love wasnt enough, i screamed and pleaded with you to not leave.. to not abandon me. you were at doorway looking out.... here my pleas to growth with me, don't leave out of fear.... we can work through fear together. but you couldn't fight anymore. a moment flashed were i saw our future together.. what could have been? the places we would've went. the children we could have had, the beautiful memories we created. now im left in the floor scared and grieving of my life that could've been
Spooning my love, my kin would be proud
But, we're beginning to draw a crowd
Our dog began to cry
Then our neighbor dropped by
If "Two's Company...then...Three's "Real" Loud!"
The root cause of hate is fear
And so if you hate me then you fear me,
Which in some cases would be totally justified.
Such as if I’m a Muslim jihadi without a clue
What jihad actually means
And so wants you dead simply because we disagree,
Or say I’m a trans activist willing to kill
You and your helpless innocent children as they pray,
Because of something so arbitrary as I want to.
Everything we do sends a message
A message out into the infinite sphere of space,
Often called Heaven,
And out to everyone me meet
And these actions flavor us, our words, our looks
And most importantly our impact.
Do we seek to calm and please others
Or disturb and disrupt them?
It all depends on what they are doing.
If you’re in love with blowing yourself up
Or shooting children
In the name of some narcissistic cause
I can tell you, you should be scared,
Terrified and truly phobic,
Of my sanity, basic decency and normalcy.
Who am I?
I may be six, sixteen or sixty-six but,
“I am Charlie Kirk.”
(9/17/25)
God worked His wonders , through this obetient..And mostly humble man.'
God is the same yesterday today and
Indeed, tomorrow.' Divinely He plans.'
Signs of His passage.' On Moshe from
The 'get go' To this very day they still show
Of ' His guidance, of His Love
And The Way' we must go.' No prophet
No priest ordains right.' Unless the Spirit
Is guiding.' And though it be darkest night..
God is forever; the Everlasting light.' Work while He bids.'
Throw of the old yoke.' And He will surely win your fights.' As He did it for Moses
He will see all His true followers right
Thank you, India!
Thanks for your skill with fabric.
Thanks for your looms of magic.
For centuries in our World,
Your cotton threads were firmly twirled.
Thanks for clothes that keep us warm,
That help save us from the storm,
But there is one swatch that brings me joy.
Hail to that awesome wonder,
Beautiful, beautiful corduroy.
Thank you.
Let me express my complete emotions
Give all to him who's vast as earth's oceans
He’s handsome and slightly tall
He’s my up lifter whenever I fall
If I can’t spend my days with him on earth
Tell me what’s my life really worth
I’m willing to show him the worst of me
That’s how an undying love should be
He’s my soul-mate for eternity
Together we can embrace this journey of life
With endless sincerity
I love him from the bottom of my heart
And no-one can break us apart
This love of ours will never perish
He’s the man I’ll always cherish
In this world, I may never find
Another man like him who’s one of a kind
I want to give him my all
But words are not enough to say
I rather show him how I feel in every way.
Your monologue put on pause
don’t interrupt to feed me more platitudes
~ listen or say something nice
- Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Unsure on way I was vacillating,
My thoughts walked way ahead me waiting there.
Now I’ll reach you, love, ere feet reaching there,
And wet you with love ere rain raining there.
A few of our friends when come to meet us
Shall barge in ere e’en air entering there.
I try and soothe senses of your kind soul,
You pause plucking flowers flourishing there,
I tell you, flowers will die anyway,
And shall die a slow death suffering there.
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Ghazal |16.09.2025 | flowers, friend, love, rain
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