My Bundle of Joy
I can be neither shy nor coy
Regarding my bundle of joy
My lap was empty, heart sad
Bewildered I asked am I so bad?
You said there is always a reason
And proper time for every season
Your time is not ripe yet
But it is high time we met
Like a cool refreshing breeze
She wiped my hot brow’s crease
My heart was a parched desert
Her tinkling laugh wiped all hurt
The cup of my joy spilled over
Beholding impish angel sent over
She peopled my dreams and my days
Conversing, demanding in her plays
We played truant, hide and seek
And when found she gave a shriek
She was naughty and ate the mud
I rinsed the tiny mouth of my bud
I became the loving happy mamma
She played with me my lucky charmer
(picture fom internet- not mine)
I am Alive Still…
…. Endless wait
Mature blooms emptying
nectar on friendly butterflies,
Juicy dregs await- again
ready to decant…..
Wistfully seeking, hoping
Diffidently, a caring touch
Reinforcing belief that
Light is flickering not done ….
Not ready yet to be
pressed in memory
pages of family album
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and
must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of duration.
D. H. Lawerence
I saw an elderly woman wearing a sweatshirt
with Guess on it. I said, “eighty two?” charles mooney
(picture from internet- not mine)
(picture from internet- not mine)
(note: after a visit to Senior Ctr
this is what came to mind!!
I was thrilled by their feistiness
yet some were simply waiting for a friendly hello
a glance a bit of acknowledgement…
Sweet steps I revere you
My beloved treads your heart
For her tryst with love daily
I seesaw between joy and despair
when my beloved descends you
Our love ascends in ecstasy
when she ascends,
Blessed are these steps
That lead to salvation
A chance to recant
Mend, bend, end misery
In sublime union till eternity
(all pictures are from internet- disclaimer)
Words of perfidy
Love sans rhyme
Time after time
Worth nary a dime
Hope buried in grime
Prayer penance done
Pleading loving kin
Shine succor beacon
Rekindle lost gumption
Out of blue, a sweet jingle
Reverberates, an airy mingle
Rides knight in shiny armor
Distressed damsel savior
Sweet words tested true
Joy bids sad notes adieu
Dance and jive in rhapsody
Birthing new Love melody
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without
violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
Honore de Balzac French, Novelist
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Sometimes love is just a lot of heartache, but
when u find a person who loves u for u then
u are in true love and it will last forever….
But true love is a durable fire In the mind
ever burning; Never sick, never old,
never dead; From itself never turning.
Sir Walter Raliegh
(picture from internet)
Skimming on her life’s surface
Leaving no whiff of self- nary a trace
Gliding blithely waltzing to please
Wispy ghost butterfly barely existing
Shadowy creature courting windmills
Substance shed to garner good wills
Knowing not existing in other’s light
Is heartbreak and a pathetic plight
Forsaking legacy of values- heedless
To inner fires that can light up a few
Extinguishing all, chasing fake glory
Imploding self foolishly, a sad story
Star yonder burning bright in moon’s limelight
Take heart, you too can enlighten and steer
Misled seekers to their chosen paths austere
Hold, cherish self sphere- realm and veneer!!
Shallow living without strong feeling
Skimming on surface- passions lacking
Facing small deaths repeatedly living
Better to die passionately than vicariously
Scratch surface skin bravely let all be exposed
True worth is in living fully and dying reposed
Butterflies flit briefly sans grit, fading stars
Streaking in life’s skies, a smudgy tail in wake, far
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the
blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.
Buddha Indian, Leader
Thus much for thy assurance know; a hollow friend is but a hellish foe.
Nicholas Breton English, Poet
Sometimes a symbol is illusory, a thing of ghostly
angles and glass, a hollow pane of abstraction which
has trapped as reflection the essence of a greater
meaning…sometimes ‘man’ is a symbol.
Thomas Whigham 1984- Author and Student
Silence is as deep as eternity, speech a shallow as time.
Thomas Carlyle Scottish, Philosopher
It’s a shallow life that doesn’t give a person a few scars.
Garrison Keillor American, Writer
Fame is an illusive thing — here today, gone tomorrow.
The fickle, shallow mob raises its heroes to the pinnacle
of approval today and hurls them into oblivion tomorrow
at the slightest whim; cheers today, hisses tomorrow;
utter forgetfulness in a few months.
Henry Miller 1891-1980, American
Either you decide to stay in the shallow end
of the pool or you go out in the ocean.
Christopher Reeve American, Actor
Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a
falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up
for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross American, Psychologist
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather be a superb meteor,
every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
Jack London American, Novelist
(PICTURES FROM INTERNET- NOT MINE)