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Sunday, December 6

erase



time does not erase
or takes away
or gets rid of

time is only 
a reminder 
of time itself
of this inability

to forget
 forgive
 foresee.

_________________________

IMAGE > blue by GooFE

Monday, October 26

THE DAY





Today is
That first day
 of the rest of a life
Without you

Now that I know
It can be lived
Without you...

...Why does it feel
So heavy
So empty

Without you?

IMAGE: Amanda Cass

Friday, October 23

Steve Steve Steve


*******
I know you need this
So I am giving you what you like
Words are all I have my dear

Such a huge  light turned off forever
Such big tears drop
I see you smiling at me
I hear you praising me
Loving me
Holding me
Is you that star?

I see you everywhere
Taking note
Guiding me
I see you see me

But this way is new to me
I keep the ‘ it’s unfair’
The ‘You shouldn’t have’
The ‘Why God, why’
And you just smile
a smile never seen before
from that dimension of yours

Which still gives me some hope
no matter what
I love you
 no matter what
you are by my side
no matter what
 my dearest
 I will always love you.
*****

Rest in peace, honey.

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WE DON'T REGRET THE PAST 
WE HONOR IT...

From great Mount Teide, 
to mustard seed,
swimming fish, 
or mammal--
grounded? treed?
might this be my creed:

that God created all and every
for His Own secret need...
even thee, even me.

Neither one has bossed
since our paths merged
in that spiritual sense.

Nor has that line been crossed
however we urged, 
fell, rose, surged, 
in or out--temptations.
NO! "Tempting" is incorrect...
sweetest contemplations.

Six years, or is it seven?
Would not matter if be
one hundred or eleven.

My life is mine, 
yours is you and yours.
We, whether in real or dream
have hopefully, dutifully, 
found a road to heaven.

As God puts one in another's path
intending--though He may be,
I could never have dreamed
it might be you and me...

As with good red wine
we touched, smelled, tasted
most sweetest of nectars,
one another...

So now it is games we play. 
As if old, we sit, we stay,
not ever once more to hear 
between us, as in yesteryear,
those words so dear, 
so true--
"I love you!"
(tequiero)

Saturday, December 28

Touch

 
____________________
 
 
No need for  words
 
Or   thoughts
the birds
and
all
 
All you know
I need
 
You know
 
All you need
I  know
 
All we  know
I need
 
I know
 
 
Our touch...
 
______________________
 
Going Green by 

Saturday, June 29

weird- am here



I laugh at the thought
Understand now more
Why so many love
 foot
   ball

I weep at the thought
We go on 
no matter what
and celebrate
and get moved
by
whatever is 
a bit
somehow
human

I loathe thoughts
I cannot control

I clean the house
And paint the walls

I sink in the blue sea
And scream
So only the fish 
can hear
am here


Dolphin game by Mikhail Palinchak



Friday, June 21

Mom… loves me, loves me not



Martha keeps crying her late hubbie
After eight long years
Eight years her two sons
Also lost their mom.

Sylvia lost both hubbie and sons
Not because they  are dead
Because she only cares about herself
Limiting just to do her best.

Susan is obsessed
 with the two of them
And gives no damn about her ex
She’d die were not they both
 near, by her.

Laura lost them all 
  after divorce
He killed them both
one day
 when he picked them up
Saying he’d take them on his day
 to the park
as they played...

IMAGE: Mother and Sons by Julie Nicholls

Friday, May 31

LONG



Been longer than I can afford

          to  remember

…It moves me…

Since I last dropped a line,
 
At least to fears

Or cheers

…It moves me…

That I left

For all this mess

I allowed my life to get in

   ...Into...
 

….It moves

Any soul

Able to share

And those who give no damn….

For it moves
      me.
 

IMAGE > Going Somewhere by Debbie Jew