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My Bundle of Joy

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

I Am Alive Still!

(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
Fondly remembered
Occasionally ….

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, 
                      love descends



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)

Love Melody

Words of perfidy
Life’s rhythm
Broken jalopy
Haywire melody

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.
William Shakespeare

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….
Adrienne Baisden

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)

Surface Skimming


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




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