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Connie Marcum Wong
age, longing, love, youth,
Sweet youth with its ghostly shadows of regret
encircling the mind of an aging maid...like vultures
waiting to descend
Capturing those passions left unspoken
from a self-conscious shy student in church choir.
His flawless skin drew me in like an invisible magnet.
My eyes followed his every unnoticed move
in anguished longing.
My silent lips uttered no audible words even when
he reached out to touch my long deep golden hair.
I reminisce and suddenly he's right here
His jet black hair and handsome face remain frozen
in youth as my words left, unspoken.
encouraging, family, humanity, life, love, truth, wisdom,
Bit Of Truth And Wisdom, Found In Old Age
At that age wisdom says life is a joke
consider blindness of other poor folk.
Stop to ponder why on earth we exist
you may just find giving on that big list.
To live well, love hard and thus procreate
easy to see easier to relate.
Living life together with your soulmate
should be a part of everybody's Fate!
Finding life is not about what you got
should be holding solid, number one spot
Tis more about life lived well and deeper
with one you found, knew to be a keeper
If long life, happiness is your great aim
if reaching not for it, you are to blame!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-16-2017
Connie Marcum Wong
age, devotion, love,
Apricity sustains us through the cold
As ageing bones recall days of youth,
Where sweet treasures of the heart still unfold
A mode of love that deepens with the truth
That like a long lived tree whose roots run deep
Our years together strengthen our resolve
To weather storms together as we keep
Our bond of love continues to evolve.
Beauty reigns in eyes of the beholder.
Though years have changed our physicality,
Our pace is slower as we've grown older,
Yet in youth we remain, eternally.
Your aura shines so much brighter with mine
Because we have a love that is divine.
December 25, 2017
age, innocence, longing, loss, love, lust, youth,
I mourn for the death of my erstwhile youth,
a time of innocence and naive bliss
which hid from me life's dark, unpleasant truth,
but for ever holds all the joys I miss;
a time of mannish beauty, brawn and thews,
as of a Greek god in his peerless prime
like Heracles of fabled strength, sinews
and might that's of renown from mythic time.
But, O Desire!...how do I long for
your renewal (in my now loveless life)
of me through the fair virgins of folklore
whose maidenhood can quench my lustful strife!
Now in the fall of my increasing years,
I have lost youth and love as old age nears.
age, beauty, birthday, celebration, christian, mom, mother daughter,
on this special day
I doest say
that thy mother is of graceful sort
it hath been said she is devine
and I do holdeth this to be true
now dearest mother may I be so bold
to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old
as true as this be
you still grasp your faith
like the roots of a tree
tis said you are wise
and this I have found true
the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you
as your thoughts become known
only then your age is shown
age, birth, journey, love, lust,
Little Innocence was forged into the world
A shrill Sound flickered around the expecting eyes
Laughter carved out of marble
A statue thought to beat immortality
Yet Fear had a surprise
It crept into the cradle with ease
Laughter was choked
Tears burst instead
And Sadness had a form
Evil found in youth a red soil
Jealousy marched with Envy
Lust befriended Desire
Until cupid threw a bunch of arrows
Excitement beyond description
A Thrill with no past
Sentiments were aroused
Pride threw some words
Ego played its part
And when Love meddled to defend its territory
The Heart bled in utter silence!
© Guru Jad 2013
absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allegory, anger, anxiety, betrayal,
Cessation the love
Household has been scattered
When love lost
Humming in the community
Malicious gossip in the society
Disorder in the society
Degrading the society
Society has been scattered
When love lost
Humming in the state
Malevolent rumour in the state
As the day chameleon to night
Insomnia in state
Peace elude state
State has been scattered
When love lost
Mystery to nation
When love lost
Oh! It is a dream
Why do we stop loving
While love exist
Love is above all existent
age, life, romantic, true love,
As we step closer to our final door,
when words succumb to days of restless sleep,
and dance retreats into a stiffened creep,
I wonder, will you love me even more?
For I will answer with my final breath,
that I will love you more on coldest night
as outer beauty dims to inner light
when aging hands entwined do embrace death.
Tis easier to love in summer heat,
while springtime of our love does not yet slip
from thoughts and dew still moistens our warm lips.
Our June days liven blooms beneath our feet!
But autumn days will fade to wintry snow
as surely as my love for you will grow.
For Mystic's How Do I Love Thee? Contest, 2/22/16
L. J. Carber
age, appreciation, inspirational, love, nostalgia, relationship, soulmate,
I look at her and I can see
a woman approaching slowly
the land of old age, her
night-black hair invaded by
lonely grey strands, stragglers
of an approaching army, a
relentless force built over
sixty years, stealing bits of
her beauty, loosening her
skin, lightening her bones.
I now can easily see the old woman
she will become, and while I miss her
light-stepping, insouciant youth
which pulled both heart and body,
at last I can hear love's secret sound
as she draws my soul ever closer.
absence, age, dark, lonely, loss, love, spiritual,
Between happiness and sadness
—silence; an angel prays:
I kiss the loneliness of old people,
their temples like handfuls of winter;
are used baggage,
memories speak to them,
they smile and
tell me stories from their youth
silence passes unspoken
—they remember the dead.
I kiss the loneliness from their temples
and sadness lifts from their mouths.
From my first book: 'In Forbidden Language'
©dah / Stillpoint Books 2010
all rights reserved
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hope, imagination, inspirational, life, love
Quantum leap, material mind,
learning curve steep, perceptive mankind,
this earth inherited to keep, in the depth eyes shined,
the karmic benefits we reap, after money too long pined,
in the shadows they did creep, by our light left blind,
hearts awaken from their sleep, each ventricle gold lined,
More awake each enlightened peep, open hearts, contemplative minds; you'll be amazed at
what you find.
Been crawling, now it’s time to walk, too long the masses talking the talk.....
age, emotions, feelings, grandmother, i love you, imagery, love,
Tears in your eyes reflect pain hidden there
recalling your youth and a world more kind.
And a sadness fills your heart with despair
as memories replay within your mind.
The truth's apparent, endorsed by old age,
so hold my hand and let me calm your fears.
For though life's book approaches the last page
there is no need for worry or sad tears.
I knew you in my youth when just a boy
you entered my life as a friend back then.
And amidst innocence and youthful joy
you helped a boy enter the world of men.
Look deep into my eyes granny and see
that as long as I live, you’ll live in me.
absence, age, emotions, lost love,
I can never be your fallen angel,
There can be no us in truth,
I don't wish to rip your heart out,
I must love another in my youth.
Your writing speaks an epic to my soul,
For that's what writing does,
It twists and twirls and winds around,
And makes us fall in love.
In these ways, and with my words,
I'll send passion to you,
You'll feel my love across the sky,
But I can never be just for you.
abuse, child, drink, love,
He seems dizzy and sometimes very still,
yet she sees her father’s hand leave his will
and then connect the cheek of her mother
Yet still her eyes lead back to her father
Every night she sees her mother’s pain tear
It runs down and is wiped away in fear
Her cries fade with the colour of her dress
The bruises on her mother signs of stress
Every day a child errands to the fridge
The key never to spill even a smidge
Her toil seeks to release his broken heart
and reveal to him his little sweetheart
Nothing can change her one love endeavor
Her daddy’s love her target forever
- inspired by Nicola's poem-
L. J. Carber
allusion, appreciation, beauty, celebration, god, love, universe,
I sing to you from an empty vessel,
for you gave me my eternal voice.
All about me are lost, all are deaf
to your voice as it flies on the wind
and none can see, all blind beggars
unaware their deep, deep poverty....
Your beauty is everywhere: sunlight
and moonlight and the grace of birds
in their flight of freedom, and trees
standing tall as guardians and oceans
whose waves crest eternally, and
Your grace...ah, that is what holds
the Universe itself together, and
in us it is the love that calms, the
love that pulls meaning from death
and gives hope to those who reach.
[posted originally 12/31/17.
for contest: Write a Psalm,
sponsor: Regina Riddle]
age, anxiety, emotions, engagement, feelings, imagery, love,
I saw some concern on your face
as you climbed into bed last night.
And I felt your heart start to race
when you snuggled up, extra tight.
You seem madder,
what's the matter?
You found one grey hair out of place
which you angrily plucked from sight.
And you fear time's increased its pace,
yet though you're worried, it's alright.
I love your grey
let them all stay.
Written Feb.14, 2018 For Rhyme Me A Posie - Poetry Contest
By: Broken Wings
age, break up, deep, goodbye, how i feel, sad, sad love,
Take this last kiss as a bid goodbye
Dont sit and wonder why oh why
Can I not walk in the trail of your stride
Why my heart is groomed to hide
You are just a child, as am I
So don’t think that we can outlast July
Isn’t it a pity, how such sweet summers come to end
Leaving behind two young lovers from worlds that’ll never blend
Now it seems that I hate to speak the truth,
But this affair has a fate, a tragic ending in youth
You can lure me with promises that we will have it all,
But it seems my roots have already grown into the wall.
age, beautiful, how i feel, i love you, imagery, imagination, sensual,
I love to watch the sun
when day is not quite done
and it starts to bleed red
where the clouds have been bled.
I smile, as its last light
blinks, then sinks out of sight.
I love all of the stars
and the red blush of Mars
the cool night winds that blow
and a full moon's soft glow.
Hung high in the night sky
a sign, that dusk is nigh.
I love the sound of rain
it’s like it feels my pain
and it cries just for me
so all the world can see.
Drop by drop, tear by tear
we've grown old year by year.
I love the times we knew,
to me, those years just flew.
Very Senior Love
You had just finished telling me
You had stopped dying your hair,
At 90, you said no one would care
He came into the restaurant
Where we were eating together.
It was a “Mom and Pop’s” Italian,
“Sit down with us,” you beckoned,
And Santa Claus with his twinkling eyes,
And a smile as big as a sunrise,
Ordered Egg Parmesan,
The love in your eyes marched on.
No more did we have a conversation,
Sparks were flying as love ignited.
I saw your hands holding beneath the table.
Ninety to a day,
So warm hearted was I, but
Jealous from that day forward of
I would stop dying my hair.
age, beauty, love,
Not moonlight nor lovely starry presence
Of midnight can depress your young beauty
Of splendour reflecting a radiance
In your wealth of grandeur a swelling sea
The passion you hug me with brings tremor
The flowers you make bloom in my mad blood
As your port in huge joy hits my breakers
The brook down the blue slope cleansing all mud
Envious night staring at the design
Challenging Picasso's orange and blue
Circles and angles that charmingly shine
In you and me melting in fading view
Our happy moon get smaller and smaller
Scarlet vapour of hug let's still savour
October 13, 2017
Afghan, around shoulders,
Mama’s getting older.
Love her in hindsight.
Quiet, pretty, charming —
wise with snowflake hair.
Little sisters arming
her with loving care.
Forgives couple’s absence,*
our shamed shoulders bent.
Mama’s hearthstone immense,
with violet scent.
Grumpy, petty couple
has no right to frown.
Mama’s silver supple
knees, deserve a crown.
Joseph May’s 88 syllables
*line is 6 syllables not 5 (error on howmanysyllables)
age, desire, destiny, emotions, first love, heart, love,
When last we spoke
An image came
This latest journey
The latest challenge
That will test
The strength of
Our RESOLVE to
Build upon the love
Begun long ago
Hesitant at first like the
Faltering steps of a foal in spring
Struggling to stand
Kicking up its heels
Now thundering hoofbeats
Racing toward an
Two hearts then
By arrows from
A Cupid’s bow
Souls now merged by
Love in overflow
age, beauty, family, grandmother, imagery, life, love,
When I look at Grandma’s face
there’s a great deal I can see.
Every furrow shows a trace
of her family’s history.
There’s a line for every struggle
every victory she’s won.
There are tender lines for daughters
and generous ones for sons.
Beneath her eyes lines of sorrow
show how many tears she’s cried
yet around her mouth as many
show her laughter and her pride.
Grandma’s face is full of charm
and for every line I see
a gentle spirit revealed
in her love for family.
A Yorkshire Poet
age, appreciation, beautiful, i love you, wife, woman,
Admiration for you is easy to find
Admiration demanded can’t square in my mind!
Light even in dark you always find
Acceptance of people of any kind
My soul harbours darkness I can’t let control my mind
The contrast is so vast as your soul is the essence of kindness
Your soul is a glow in a world of darkness
You’re everything right in a world of madness
You have a quality so rare to find
Darkness can’t loom in your beautiful mind.
adventure, age, color, deep, love, nature, time,
I want you to stay forever.
I'll die alone but we'll learn together:
Each passing day is one to keep
Down on paper- in too deep.
All skies fade from blue to black
But birds still sing our memories back.
The grounds here quake until I'm asleep.
In Earth's arms, I'll rest at ease.
I warned you, I know no better.
What comes after doesn't matter.
We're here for now, and now is best
To put our time here to its test.
And like the skies, we fade too;
But maybe we fade from black to blue.
The light is brighter than you see,
So take my hand. Follow me.