| Mom | Crossroads | Mark’s Ode |
Donny | Master Judy |
For Miranda |
New Friends |
Look Inside |
| Where are You |
Promises | A Child’s Prayer |
True Friends |
Young Love’s Sonnet in Heptameter |
Apart | Mistakes |
Life’s Chapters |
| Mom | Crossroads | Mark’s Ode |
Donny | Master Judy |
For Miranda |
New Friends |
Look Inside |
| Where are You |
Promises | A Child’s Prayer |
True Friends |
Young Love’s Sonnet in Heptameter |
Apart | Mistakes |
Life’s Chapters |
As Autumn’s brush paints red and gold
and holidays draw near,
I miss those arms, which used to hold
and hug away my fear.
Emotions fight within my heart,
both Christmas cheer and grief,
for laughter stilled, ere it could start.
Life’s flame is much too brief.
As I complain of petty things,
your voice echo’s inside
about disasters each day brings;
still, love and care abide.
It’s sad that life’s a one way street.
Each year, a sign post on the way.
No map to show us where to turn;
which road is best and which is fey.
Some race that road without a thought
while others travel it with care.
Still there are those, who, sometimes lost,
wish they could change what brought them there.
Those, carefully, turn lives around,
though naught can change where they have been.
By accident or thoughtful plan,
resume life’s road, begin again.
Life’s road, like love, is there for all
to find the best that can be had.
No guide book tells you what to do,
what words to say, what’s good or bad.
Perhaps it’s luck or by God’s grace
some get the chance to try once more
and find that someone on life’s road.
Someone to love, forevermore.
The Request:
3/14/03 Carol Gonzalez
Hi, I miss and love Mark. He’s in Canada I’m in Pennsylvania, he even asked me to marry him, I said yes. I love him with all my heart and soul, can’t wait until we can be together forever. From Carol, love you Mark.
As winter passes, like a dream
and gray skies turn to blue,
a Spring I never thought would come
begins to bloom anew.
Each moment passes like a year,
each day will never end;
so here’s my heart and soul in words.
It’s all that I can send
across the miles which separate
my arms from your embrace.
Those miles keep me from kissing your
sweet eyes, soft lips and face.
I send my thoughts of times to come,
of all that we shall share.
A smile, I send to warm your heart
until I can be there.
My love, I do not have to send
for you possess it now.
My heart, my soul, my every dream
awaits that promised vow.
Like Spring, you shall return to me
erasing lonely gray.
Until that time, I love you dear;
remember this each day.
And the "Thank You"!
I really liked it; I hope you can come up with more like that about Mark and me. I love him with my heart and soul, and just wish it were easier for him to come to me. I thank you so very much for the poem. It touched my heart. Thank you. Until the next poem, thank you. Carol
Each day I fought to take a step
along life’s path which I desired
but I chose wrong and lost my way.
‘Twas though the very Fates conspired
to stifle love and bring me grief,
sent dark gray clouds to hide my sun
and darker nights, alone with tears.
No one to hold, no where to run.
Then, there upon my path through life,
Hope’s light beamed down from one sweet smile.
A tender touch upon my face
reached to my soul and stayed a while.
Intoxicating lips met mine.
Your taste, your smell fanned my desire.
Your face was branded in my mind
as you rekindled love’s dead fire.
But, these were moments on life’s road,
your path and mine were not the same.
So I must somehow find my way
back to your arms and love’s hot flame.
Though far away, you’re always here
within my heart and mind you dwell,
and love awaits your swift return.
Awaits your smile, your touch, your smell
My Answer:
Brian,
Sorry it took so long but when you wrote me with your request, I had to do some research on Reiki. I have heard of the science of channeling life-force energy to aid in the healing process of both body and spirit but didn't know the proper terminology for that science. Anyway, I hope this poem will do.
Your path, as mother; lover; friend would pale a fainter soul
but you, my dear, would gather strength from universal bowl.
Then with your loving hands a gift of energy impart
to mend the ills of anyone who’s touched your loving heart
and lengthen Usui Sensei’s chain began so long ago.
Traditions of a “Spirit Life” well led, I’m sure you’ll show
to others who are not attuned to life force, though it’s free.
Because it’s something they can’t touch or taste or ever see.
Shine your new light on wounded soul where hope is near to death.
Melt winters frozen channels with your universal breath.
Though still a wife and mother, sweetest love and my best friend,
the gift you’ve mastered swells my heart with pride that will not end.
My dearest, words can not express
the joy which fills me at your news
of two small angels made with love.
A better mother, God can’t choose.
My hopes and dreams are answered now.
I want to be there by your side
to share my strength and ease your pain.
To pray that you will be my bride.
Of all the wishes God could grant,
or all the dreams that might come true
a husband, father, lover, friend
are promises I make to you.
And as each day and year goes by
my love is yours until I die.
How does a conversation still
the thoughts of hurt and suffering?
And how can kindness, given free
warm winters heart with a new spring?
I guess the thing I’d like to say
before this poem is at an end,
is that those gifts you gave to me
could only come from a new friend
There was no great importance to the words which were exchanged.
You could not know my joy or see the promise, just my face.
Each time we talked another spark ignited in my heart.
You never noticed all the fires you started in that place.
Like plainly covered books, unopened, pages never read
but turn the page and learn that timely lesson held inside.
One never knows what dwells within; adventure, glory, love;
that outer shell could hold a dream, a friend, don’t be denied.
Explore my world and really get to know my inner self
while I explore your eyes, your face, your smile and all you are.
You’ll see that diamond, shining bright; with promise of much more.
Perhaps, closer inspection could reveal your shining star.
This time in which we live is filled with hurt, mistrust and fear.
We’re kindred spirits from an age when life was simple, free.
I know we made mistakes, no fault, it’s me, it’s my choice dear.
We’re made for one another. I know it. Why can’t you see?
Our God and our beliefs will give us strength within what’s planned.
I feel that our connection is a special gift from Him.
I think you feel the same but I can never understand
your fear of hurt, mistrust and doubt. Please know I am not “them”.
While you profess to think of me, I’m always on your mind,
your actions do not prove those words. Your voice I seldom hear.
I cannot live this lonely life. It’s though I am confined
within a heart that doesn’t care. Forget about your fear.
If phone calls are too much to ask of one who says “I care”,
If your mistrust and fear can still your hand, desires and voice.
Then I must tell you that this silent life’s too much to bear.
I need to hear from you, or turn me loose. It’s now your choice.
The promises we’ve made are kept and with God’s help, abide
no matter where life’s road will lead. I’ll be there by your side.
Perhaps, not where you’ll see my face, reach out to touch my hand,
but thoughts, love and support are there in spirit, ‘cross the land.
No distances are far enough to break this bond we share,
and there is no one strong enough to separate this pair
of friends. For life may be unkind and people may be too,
but through it all, no matter what, there’s always me and you.
Please give him your strength, shed your light on his way,
Guide his footsteps to goodness. Turn night into day
so he’ll see that the path he was taking is wrong.
Bring him to mommy’s arms, that’s where daddies belong.
Let him tuck us in bed with a story and kiss.
We will try to behave so that he will not miss
all the pictures we draw, all our laughter and play.
Oh, and God, thanks for daddy on this Father’s Day.
Amen
Some selfish, some just mean, while others aim to mar a soul.
I must apologize for friends who lie to reach their goal.
Your sadness overwhelms my heart; your hurt is shared by me.
If there were healing words to say, I’d shout them with this plea.
Look at me standing here before you, tears upon my face.
There’s no façade! I’m just as real as a new love’s embrace.
Not everyone’s a player or a liar, some are real.
Some speak the truth, because it is, no matter how they feel.
But truth can sometimes hurt a friend, and must be weighed with care.
A real friend wouldn’t speak a word to hurt, that’s why they’re rare.
And such a friend I’ll be to you, much more if you desire,
for special men like you are hard to find. For you require
a good relationship, the truth and honesty, no lies.
I understand your feelings and the hurt you can’t disguise.
I’ll always be there for you if it’s only as a friend.
Perhaps that’s what you need, a new beginning. Not an end
with no regrets, or lies, or someone playing with your heart.
True friendship; open, honest, is a place where we could start.
It’s all unreal, emotions once unknown, now flood my heart.
My concentration’s shot, I can’t think straight when we’re apart.
I daydream of our future, knowing not how love could grow
much stronger than it is right now, but hoping it is so.
It doesn’t seem to matter where we are or what we do;
the sweetest moments of my life are those I spend with you.
Your laughter fills my soul with happiness I’ve never known.
Your eyes light up my heart, such light the sun has never shown.
I know it isn’t possible to love you more each day
but if this were a dream, I’d sleep eternity away.
I guess the first time is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
To leave you all alone, without your touch, your smile, your face
and though the tears may fall like rain and clouds darken your day;
know this, my love, with rainbows all your clouds will I erase.
I’ll never be away too long, I couldn’t stand the pain
for in my heart you’ll always be and evermore remain.
for now I walk life’s path alone. It’s not a lot of fun
to see you there with someone else. Not knowing how I care
for that sweet love, which I still feel; I doubt that it will pass.
No one should ever feel this pain of loss, it isn’t right.
How did I know that hearts were made of very fragile glass?
I never knew what I had lost, but now I see the light.
Mistakes are made, that’s how we learn. Mine was to let you go.
I’d like for you to know my love for you is still intact.
This guy you’re seeing now is not for you and you should know
he’ll never love you like I do, Tymber, and that’s a fact.
Consoling words helped quieten all the harshness I had heard
from one, who’ll soon be gone, but not quiet soon enough for me.
I bared my soul without pretense and in my heart there stirred
those feelings which I thought were lost and love which could not be.
I could not ask this stranger who had stolen heart away
to wait around until my life’s mistakes were rectified,
but if there are no more such times we shared that lovely day
it will suffice. The truths I shared with you, I never lied.
The world, if it were mine to give, I’d give without a thought.
Your arms, if they were holding me, would be a gift so dear,
but this must wait until my old life’s battles can be fought.
Your finding someone else to love is now my greatest fear.
I’d not begrudge your happiness, though it would cause me pain
to see you in another’s arms. The tears would never cease.
So I shall hold that moment we first met in heart’s domain.
Your caring words and laughter from that time will give me peace.
If this sweet love I dream of now was ever meant to be,
If life’s great book is written with a chapter just for you,
believe it when I tell you, I’d be yours if I were free;
but pages must be read, in turn, before we start anew.
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