Works by adults mark Poetry Month
As Loneliness Makes Its Mark It's very clear to me now That I have to change my way, I wanted togetherness always
As Loneliness Makes Its Mark
It's very clear to me now
That I have to change my way,
I wanted togetherness always
But I've been turned away
The image in my mirror
Is broken, sad, and dark,
My new path is validated
As loneliness makes its mark
Landscape for me is winter
But it wasn't supposed to be,
Because up until yesterday
Light rays shined on me
Surely, things are now altered
But how much should I admit,
Because though I'm dead inside
Total devastation has yet to hit
I'm in an interim world now
Where I still touch each side,
As yesterday's perfume lingers
And today's sorrow coincide
This interim period will pass
As yesterday slips out of range,
And I live alone with myself
With this very unwelcome change
I always had an other, for the asking
And conversation never died,
But this is reality at its coldest
And impossible to take in stride
I'm one day away from being old
And my greatest fear is completed,
As I have contracted being alone
And it will always go untreated
Being solitary stifles and suffocates
And something I can't dislodge,
This room reveals earlier sunsets
And creeping shadows I can't dodge
An Enshrouded Drift
It was late one vague night
and my head was very light;
the problems were short-spaced and many
which didn't help matters any
I tried to elude them to sleep
but sinking in eludeness wasn't deep;
my will was weak. . . and I insisted
but their will was strong. . . and they persisted
Struggling as awake and able – suppressing a yawn,
hoping they cringed at light, I hoped for dawn;
I knew they'd be my guests until dawn came
but I knew I would win, for that was my aim
I remember trying to make a cowardly deal
so when it was over, I'd have no wounds to heal;
but they were earless and kept surrounding my bed
and kept attacking their target area of my head
But if they could lose, and I could somehow win,
my resistance in the future wouldn't be as thin;
but if they would win, and I would somehow lose
I'd always be heading a list they'd always choose
The edge of dawn came around to share,
saving me, from that nightlong lair;
they tried their luck, coming on like thunder
but losing their bid to pull me under
The bull, the bear and the elephant
went to the market and their money spent.
Then the bull, the bear and the elephant
went to live in a country tent and
soon the landlord came to collect his rent.
But the bull, the bear and the elephant
told him their money was already spent.
But along came a skunk who the money lent
to the bull, the bear and the elephant.
The moral of this story is apparent:
wherever they travelled, wherever they went,
the bull, the bear and the elephant
learned that a friend is heaven scent!!
My Best Friend
There are many sides to
My best friend besides
Loving, caring, and strong.
He'll argue a point to
Exhaustion because he's
Knowledgeable and never wrong.
He reads the Inquirer everyday
And spends most time
On the sports page.
He's a sports fanatic and an
Eagles fan who wants a
Super Bowl win before old age.
He's a bargain hunter to
Extreme; there are times
When he actually squeaks.
He maintains computers, cars,
Fixes the house and
Can do small tweaks.
He loves summer, swimming,
But most of the time we're seen
together in the ocean floating.
He's smart, funny, and
Creative. His wheels are in
Spinning all the time.
He's compassionate, trustworthy,
And stable. I love that
Husband of mine.
Although he is an only child
he's quite street smart
Pat's my best friend
and the man who won my heart
Spring in Bloom
Oh what a happy time of the year
When things come back to life again
Trees begin to blossom
And shades of green begin to blend
Bunny babies hop all around
Searching for some food
And the aroma of flowers in bloom
Simply puts everyone in a good mood
Rain doesn't depress us
It's just nature's watering can
With a bigger picture in mind for us
A wonderful future plan
Birds are singing high above
In every tree you can see
Bees are busy buzzing around
And coning their honey
Tulips and daffodils
Will pop up all around us
When their pedals open wide
Their beauty will astound us
Enjoy the gifts of spring
That nature gives to us for free
Give thanks whenever you smell a flower
Or take shade under a beautiful tree
She is joy, my child.
Born to, not of, me.
Deep bonds hold tight.
Love, strong, true,
pulses in our hearts,
for all time.
My sweet girl.
I am her mom.
Now, next, dawn, dusk,
day, night, dark, light.
Through a storm,
calm, rain, sun.
Your song heals.
Smile bright, cheer, eyes shine.
They warm, save.
Hope, faith find us.
What then comes?
Run, jump, play,
grow, laugh, learn.
Home here, there.
Flesh, bone, dust.
We cannot slow time.
Wish, try, set free.
Go forth, breath life.
She held her life in her own hands as if
it were a toy she could play with,
The toy no longer amused her,
She'd gown tired and now
wanted to be rid of it.
Like a long loved Raggedy Ann doll
she was old, used and tossed aside.
No longer useful, no long loved,
her stuffing had fallen out,
She was deflated and defeated.
What else is there to do
with a discarded old toy
but destroy it, she slowly
thought as the pills and the
Raggedy Ann doll both dissolved.