SUSPENDED

shore
Photo from Realistic Poetry

 

Sometimes you can stand

Suspended between your past and future.

No longer submerged in life — on shore.

Is it a dawn or sunset?

Maybe both.

Is there time for love and hope yet?

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SAD LOVE POEM

sad
Photo ~ my own

 

I delete 100 of your texts every day.

The years you and I conversed with joy.

     Texts gone.

There was a time you were eager to contact me

Before the world.

You were proud of me. (I am proud of you.)

     Texts gone.

You sang love songs to me.

We wrote poetry together.

     Texts gone.

You knew me more and better than anyone

Ever in my long life.

I know you better than even your mother knows you.

     Texts gone.

You were the one who had my confidence and trust.

Your family, home and friends were mine.

     Texts gone.

Over the months you backed away —

Fading more and more.

I became angry and sad.

You became angry and sad.

Then the fighting began —

Vicious cycle — so mad.

     Texts gone.

There never was or ever will be

Another love like you.

And yet you withdrew.

     Texts

     Gone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Milestone Declaration

old woman
Photo my own

I am approaching a milestone birthday.

I am an old woman.

At best, I have a few fly-by years left.

This is my newly articulated decision:

I have spent a lifetime fighting for Life on every level.

I have achieved, sacrificed, overcome impossible health problems,

Served and served and served, given and given and given.

Some have chosen to reject me.

Now I renounce all regrets. I anticipate nothing.

I Live.

Do not advise me to be faithful.

Don’t tell me to do “what’s right and it will be all right”.

Do not tell me to be brave or strong or careful.

I refuse. I refuse to explain myself.

I also refuse to abandon any lovely creature comforts in my life.

I love you with a fire in my eye. Love me.

Love me extravagantly.

Or leave me.

 

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Dark Kiss

dark kiss 2
Photo ~ my own

An unexpected call near noon revealed his stretched out

 

cry of love and vulnerability.

I am adored by the dawn star love god.

Others gaze and admire.

I remind them his heart

will forever come home to me.

Others envy or resent.

They block the site/sight of a love

they can never penetrate.

He will always nest with me.

He will love me best.

Near or far —

His mind and heart

will be with me.

Me.

Gazab.

 

WARNING

crying angel

Dear friend,

If you are enjoying a stable life for even a few moments each day,

do not fall in love.

If you have no attachments, protect this peace of mind.

Do not fall in love.

 

Falling in love is a drug with strange side effects.

The more you need him, the less he will want you.

So never need him.

The more you give, the more he will crave —

and at the same time — become barren of ideas of how to include you in his life.

The more time you spend obsessing about him, the less time he will have for you.

 

It defies explanation — the effects of this addiction to diminishing dreams and

shifting personas.

 

If I have reached you when it is already too late (ah, poor woman, you succumbed to the fantasy of love again), I have recommendation.

Forget any expectations you have of him.

Surrender.

Surrender to his fading interest.

Surrender to his undying attention to the demands of all others in his life.

Surrender to reality.

Surrender to seeing him everywhere you look —

every moment, every day with nothing to compare.

Surrender to your paradise lost — having never really been gained.

 

To reiterate it simply,

do everything in your power to never fall in love.

Surrender to daily life,

but do not fall in love.

 

But you will fall in love.

And so will I.

 

 

 

 

 

To Unusual Love

trouble

We’d met before — it was plain to see.

Dancing in silk — entwined branches at night.

Souls familiar as the sun goes down.

Your time had come while mine ran out.

Your coffee in sweet morning delight.

I thank kind Stars you came back to me.

Remembered

yes that night

I slept with you on the rooftop — under blazing surrealism.

The occasional truck tapped as it passed on the nearby road.

Sweet-natured cows munched their feed below us.

I struggled to keep my eyes open as long as I could.

As dawn drifted upward, my heart became shadowy.

This will be my remembered starry

Paradise forever.

 

 

ashamed

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Thank you, photographer of this online photo.

The ancient Wise One said, “Those who are ashamed of me and my words, of them I will be ashamed….”

 

It is still true.

If you are ashamed to be a friend of someone who has shown you only kindness and generosity,

it is a putrid shame.