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Unfinished Love Affair

Unfinished Love Affair

It's been so long since I've seen you.
Don't know how or why you remain,
At the forefront of my memory,
But you do and will always remain.
 
Time has passed, and the years have aged us.
What can replace the time we spent,
In our younger days.
Talking, dreaming and planning a life.
Laughing and hoping as time passed us by,
Our friendship would be never-ending.
 
Well, the years have passed,
We have all gone our separate ways,
But the talks we had,
And the dreams we dreamed still linger today,
As unfinished dreams and incomplete endings.
 
The dreams we shared,
Still bring joyous tears when I think,
How time has slipped past.
But yet I see your face as I did then,
Beaming with life, smiling and carefree.
 
Those were the days of happy tears,
And unfinished love affairs.

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Taking Flight

Today I found a bird with a broken wing,
From whence it came, I know not where.
His delicate body shuddered in fear,
The pain he felt was much to endure.

Left to die without help to survive,
This little bird stumbled around outside.
Without ability to fly,
He suddenly noticed I was holding him still.

I then softly whispered in his ear,
I'll take care of your broken wing.
I will take you home and repair you for flight,
So you will be back in the air to fly. 

The bird calmly rested,
His little heart slowed down to a normal beat.
He felt the gentleness of my voice,
And knew he would be safe once more.

I comforted and mended his broken wing,
Fed him droplets of food and drink.
Comforted his trembling body as best I could,
Removing as much fear as I was able to.

The weeks quickly passed,
And the bird's strength improved.
I could see he was ready to test his wing.
So I removed the splint I had wrapped him in.

As soon as the splint was removed,
The little bird looked up at me and blinked.
He then began to move his wing,
And test its strength to begin again.

I took him outside in the fresh air,
Where he could smell nature's breeze,
And feel the world at his feet.
Still fearful of taking flight.

Within moments, 
The little bird looked at me again,
Then spread his wings,
And took to a tree.

I left the little cage outside,
To let him know a home was nearby.
Protected from harm and weather,
Until he was able to take flight.

The little bird sat in the tree for days,
Then suddenly,
He let out a screech,
He took flight and flew up high.

He flew away,
But to my surprise,
I can still hear him tweeting,
In the trees outside.

©2016 by Lee Christine Brownlee

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Stormy Weather

(Ode to Storm Sandy)


Winter storms and howling winds, 
Cutting paths to clear its way.
Angry ocean waves crashing on shore,
Crumbling structures along its path.

Wonder where this storm began,
Bringing destruction to our land.
It's cruel and treacherous ways, 
Cause havoc as it destroys its prey. 
  
Hope this storm passes without harming, 
Those who stumble without warning. 
Angry winds and continued rains, 
Frighten those who dare to remain. 

The rain and lightning cloud the wind, 
While its angry attack is secretly tracked. 
Marked for reference of future paths, 
Comes sunny days begging forgiveness of the attack.
  
Faces of whose lives are touched, 
Show sorrow and pain that can’t be stirred. 
Sallow looks and anguished fears, 
Subside over time as we revere.
  
Seeing tears and hearing cries,
Of people sobbing for those who died.
Leave watchers praying for those whose loss, 
Is more than any possession could cost. 
  
Trees and leaves once were full, 
Colors glistened under the dew. 
The storm has blown the trees all bare, 
Leaving jagged branches and leafless stare. 
  
We clean and renew our land to begin again, 
Preparing for another angry wind. 
Nature will again attack its prey, 
And renew its strength to storm again one day.   
 
Shattered lives and homes destroyed, 
Weathered and flooded on ravaged land. 
Will again be renewed and life reborn, 
As the living prepare for the next big storm.

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No Flowers, Please

Send me no flowers, 
Cry me no tears,
Just send me your love,
To last the years.

Love everlasting,
Remembering and embracing,
Love speaks all languages
Love has no limitations.

Send me no flowers,
They will only die,
Send me your everlasting love,
Love forever be mine.

Time has no boundaries
Life is too short,
Our stay on this earth,
Depends on our ability to hold on.

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Listening To the Trees

Rustling of the leaves in the trees,
From the breeze meandering through the branches,
Wistfully like chimes tingling on the porch,
A passing shadow of a daunting figure in the dark.

Reverberating the echo of the sounds I hear,
Magically ringing in my ears.
What message do they bring,
Is it happiness or fear that they ring.

The soft whisper of memories,
Reflecting sorrow of forgotten joys,
Rejoicing as happier times resurface.
While the breeze passes within.

The trees glimmer covered with dew,
As the rustling stirs thoughts a new,
Of days before when shadows appeared,
Only now they are inklings of louder fears.

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My Hero - My Best Friend

Spoken with my best friend,
Shared my every thought.
He has always been there to listen,
No judgmental actions at all.

Think he never listens,
I've heard his gentle voice,
"That faux pas wasn't so bad, 
You'll make a better choice."

Listening to my best friend,
He never turns me away,
I know his love and kindness
Is guiding me along the way.

My best and dearest friend is kind,
He's always waiting in the shadows,
To help me clearly understand my life,
He watches over me . . . that's right!
 
Always feeling safe and loved,
No matter where I am.
Who, you ask, is my hero and best friend?
Why it's God!  Who else could care that much?

© 2014 by Lee Christine Brownlee.

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How Do We Love Thee

We love thee for the gifts of words you left us, 
And the tenderness and passion in your voice.
We love thee for the depth and breadth,
Of your talents shared with the world you left.

With each reading of your many poetic lines,
We feel the emotion of your charm.
The fleeting moments of your life,
Through illness and injury, you endured.

Gives us strength to move forward,
Rereading the stream of beauty you wrote,
Where you purged your emotions of love and life.
For this we thank you dearly.

We proudly honor your talent,
And your inner strength that explodes in your work.
Enveloping our imagination and soul,
With such descriptive beauty.

Had you ever thought that 200 years later,
You would continue to be loved,
For your art of life and volumes of love,
Bestowed on the world you adored so much.

©2016 by Lee Christine Brownlee

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Sacrifice and Die

We leave behind the trampled souls,
Leave the land to bury its own.
Our prayers go out to all who gave,
Their lives so precious to those they saved.
 
Much unrest today.
Was there always so much hate?
Is it the population growth?
That makes it appear much more dismay?
 
Is it unrest that makes it appear?
To show such detest of life to fear?
I catch a glimpse of those who died,
So I may live a safer life.
 
Worn uniforms show wounds and wear,
Their life was drained so mine was spared.
How can we repay those who died?
When we selfishly fail to live with pride.
 
Repaying those sacrificed lives,
Stand up for what is right!
Give respect and thanks, 
For the soldiers who died.
 
©2014 by Lee Christine Brownlee

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Purple Hue

Today the clouds have a purple hue,
Not like yesterday when they were blue.
Does the purple hue bring gloom and doom,
Or does it imbue a hint of pink in view?
 
The clouds have flattened,
And lost their cumulus shape.
Now exhibiting a lenticular view,
Still exposing the purple hue.
 
 
It appears something could be hidden,
Inside the disc-shaped cloud.
Could it be something from afar,
Just visiting to see how we are?

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Oh, Sweet William

Do you not hear my heart,
see my face in shadows,
that long for your touch,
along the way.

Where are those words spoken,
that touch my soul,
quench my thirst,
for your attentions and worth?

Have you not felt my breath,
heard my thoughts,
that beg you near,
one last moment of love.

What path you wander far and near,
with avoidance of my heart, my dear.
You speak of our love so close,
so you not wonder if it is lost?

Oh William, sweet William,
does your heart not cry for me,
to follow you to the end of time,
will you come to me tonight?

Will you finally be mine,
before morning brings sorrow,
and you are gone.
Gone forever from my arms.