best friend, cat, devotion, grief, loss, love,
by Connie Marcum Wong |
My Lily Cat
I miss my dear loving kitty,
You died so young, what a pitty!
I loved to stroke your softest fur,
To watch you play and hear you purr.
You gave such joy, though unaware
How your sweet spirit helped me bear
The many burdens on my mind,
You shared your loyal love so kind.
Your picture sits upon my shelf
Behind the glass, sunning yourself.
I cried for two months when you left,
Inconsolable and bereft.
My feline friend where are you now?
I pray you'll be reborn somehow.
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by Mike Samford |
Their will be none to follow after
my footsteps tramped in the wheat,
no surname left to hear the laughter
no eye to see, no heart to beat.
Time will never stop its running
with sun and moon and touch of heat
like old stones lie in their sunning
not caring for the strong or weak.
By the drought or in the flood
storms of winter's wind-full passing
flowers of May and October’s mud
will matter to only lineages lasting.
Neither a hair nor drop of blood
not shade of eye or crest of bone.
Of myself I leave only love
and not my name to carry on.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Hippy woman, born twenty-five years later, and yet, here you are.
A throwback from the seventies, a free spirited, sassy shining star.
In the winter, you bring the sun, and you light the world too.
On your deck this morning, you have rid the world of all her blue.
Hippy woman, with your beautiful hair and your amazing smile.
I love it that I can watch you wandering around, you have such style!
On your balcony, sunning yourself, unaware that we are watching you.
Neighbors love seeing you in the morning; you take away our blue.
by Unseeking Seeker |
Is love our sconce, dispersing joy
No animal cunning
Are we immune to ego’s ploy
In bliss mists, soul sunning
Negate ego’s posit
Love has no opposite
Head and heart composite
What’s our response
Is love our sconce
by Joe DiMino |
loneliness, longing, love, love hurts, romance, romantic love, wisdom,
Sort of like
stubbing one's toe,
if you dare to love
a bruise can form~
a deep rosy shadow
in response to your
amorous sunning –
take lots of lotion
if you have such notion
exposing the heart to elements
like, who can really predict the
weather, an educated guess
so, who can predict
whether with love one is
or not to be blessed?
Though God, the starter
and stopper of human
hearts – when it comes to
romance, in the theater of
love~ pray, as you may
but Love seems to insist
on writing and performing
only its own chosen parts....