They've been together for years
They're remodeling their home
They call their dog a spoiled child
Their pain is neither Democratic nor Republican
Their fear is neither liberal nor conservative
Their tears are neither gay nor straight
Illness doesn't know politics.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Sevenling
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Monday, September 24, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
All Good Things
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If all good things must end
then how to explain us?
I used to be afraid
to feel too good
Kept myself tethered
so the inevitable fall
wouldn't hit too hard
Now
I let my joy fly
like a newly fledged bird
and I need not grieve
its ending
for each ending creates
Space
for the beginning
of something even
Better.
submitted for Theme Thursday, All Good Things
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Time Out
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| "Time-Out" by Ella Wilson |
I hope this bench is here when we are old
We'll rest when we grow tired from our walk
We'll reminisce of all the times we've strolled
These very streets as we watched life unfold
Or maybe we'll just hold hands and not talk.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Sunrise Steady
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Conditional love
Is not love at all
The sun still rises
Despite anger at the mountains
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Love does not retreat
In the face of challenge
Holding hands through the tempest
Sunrise steady
submitted for Exploring Poetry: Naani
Naani is a type of popular Indian Telugu poem. Naani means an expression of one and all. It is a four line poem with 20-25 total syllables. There is no specific subject, but Naani poems tend to be about human relations and current time.
She's Just a Girl
She sits all alone
On a Saturday night
Listening to Tori
And cursing her fate
When did things get
So fucked up in her life
All that she wanted
Was one simple date
But wishing and wanting
Won't get her too far
She's run out of smokes
And the hour is late
Maybe she'll go drive
Around in her car
Maybe she'll drive off
The damn Golden Gate
She's just a girl
Who loves boys
Who love boys
She just can't help herself
They're what she craves
Their beautiful bodies
Will never be hers
As she watches them dancing
She throws back her drink
And she waves
Her dad says she's pretty
Her mom says she's smart
Her friends say she's funny
She knows that she's strong
So why does each night end
With running mascara
When she starts crying
From some stupid song?
Maybe she just needs
Someone to talk to
Maybe she just needs
A break
Maybe she just needs
To dye her hair darker
Maybe it's all
A mistake
She's just a girl
Who loves boys
Who love boys
She just can't help herself
They're what she craves
Their beautiful bodies
Will never be hers
As she watches them leaving
She orders one more
And waves.
submitted for May Poetry Challenge, Day 4, Drama at Verse in a Nutshell
and for One Shot Wednesday, Week 44 at One Stop Poetry
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Eat This! or A Tale of Love, Pies, Lies,and Revenge
She set her sights on the fine young lad
Said "I know how to make him mine."
Took out her recipes and she cooked
All sorts of foods most divine!
She sent cookies up to his office
Sugar and oatmeal-raisin
On the tray was her telephone number
Oh my! but the girl was brazen!
He asked her out for that Friday
A movie, dinner, and dancing
She accepted demurely but devised impurely
More gastronomic romancing.
She brought him lunches to work every weekday
Sandwiches, salads, and treats
Muffins and cupcakes, hoagies and cheesesteaks
No dish was too great a feat.
He fell for her just as she'd planned it
They married one day the next spring
He kept eating her chow and came time for the vow
With his finger too fat for the ring!
They were the perfect of couples
She baked him all flavors of pies
He ate all her food and she fed him real good
But all that he fed her were lies.
The best way to man's heart's through his stomach
She'd followed those words to her best
But when she found out he was cheating on her
Then she shot him straight through the chest!
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| image by lolita-art at deviantart.com submitted for Poetry Potluck: Food, Drink, and Indulgence also for Poetry Potluck: Lies, Deception, and Misrepresentation |
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Life's Dance
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Snow melts to nourish new growth
Old becomes young
So too you and I
Memories in Life's dance, yet
Love is eternal
submitted for Haiku Challenge, Day 27
Sunday, February 13, 2011
We're Still Here (For David)
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| photograph by Augusto Gandia at Photograph Prose |
My mind keeps replaying how it could have been
But then I count your breaths like I'm counting sheep
And pretty soon I'm smiling and I'm falling asleep
We're still here
We're still here, babe
They say a tree grows stronger in the broken parts
I guess that it's the same way with broken hearts
And though we've hurt each other some along the way
My love for you keeps getting stronger every day
And we're still here
We're still here, babe
And who would've thought that the boy from the band
Would fall for the girl who couldn't carry a tune
But now you've got me dancing under the stars
Singing silly love songs up to the moon
So now I don't care if the world stops spinning
'Cause I would still wake up in the morning grinning
I know that other loves may have come to an end
But I'm sticking with you because you're my best friend
Yes, we're still here
We're still here, babe
We're still here
We're still here, babe
Yeah, we're still here.
submitted for Jingle Poetry, Poetry Potluck 22: Love, Bonds and Relationships
submitted to Photograph Prose
submitted to Thursday Think Tank, #42 Love at Poets United
On 4/25/11 my husband and I celebrated our 18th anniversary! I am so thankful to have him in my life.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
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