Category: Poem

Remember My Love…

Oh John! My John!

How my heart longs

to see your kind eyes,

to look upon that boyish smile,

and hear that booming laugh.

I yearn to have your body next to mine

to feel the comfort of your loving embrace,

to have your strong arms wrapped around me,

and to hear the sound of your reassuring voice.

Like the scent of you in our home,

the pain of your loss still lingers.

My heart will always ache for you

for our love was without boundaries.

Oh Mary! My Mary!

How I wish I could be there

to touch your beautiful face,

to wipe away all your tears,

to erase your every fear.

I wish I had the chance

to tell you how much I love you,

to kiss you as if I knew it were the last,

and wrap you in my arms like never before.

I would walk away from heaven’s gate

just to gaze at your lovely face

and lock you in a never-ending embrace.

My Love! My Mary!

Original canvas painting by the Rising Star herself and the poem she inspired

The young girl that inspired my poem “The Rising Star” also called “A poem for Mia” done this painting on canvas to go with the piece. Now you all now why I called this talented kid a “Rising Star”

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The Rising Star

(A Poem for Mia)

As I look up into the vast darkness

gazing at the celestial masterpiece

adorning the clear night sky,

my eyes scan the heavenly bodies

in search of not the well known,

but for the one yet to become.

The quaint unassuming star

hidden in a forest of brilliance

unknowingly unique by design,

unaware of its own potential,

and uncertain of its own place

in the divine scheme of light.

Only the discerning eye can see

this spectacle of light waiting to be.

The captivating glimmer of promise

from afar of a unknown rising star.

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star,”

wonder not what you are,

but all you dream to be.

Just A Couple Of Old Dogs

With a deep Growl!

a Corgi’s disapproving eye,

a question mark tail arched in suspicion,

and four white capped feet poised

to leap off the porch into a dead run,

my old dog thinks he has still got it.

Bark! Bark! Bark!

You have been warned by “Outlaw”

not to come too close to the fence.

Despite his advanced years

the little guardian staring at you

will bare his old teeth at you.

Cool it “Outlaw”! Come here!

Come over by me little buddy

and sit your loyal soul down.

We may think we still got it

and we might just have it once,

but today let’s just sit here a spell

and try to accept the fact that we are

just a couple of old dogs sitting on a porch.

Words Unspoken

Anger shrouds my sorrow,

a storm rages deep within.

Questions without answers

swirl around my mind.

Damn! This emotional confusion.

Why the sacrifice?

Why the trade off?

Was it loneliness?

Was it greed?

Damn! The sadness I cannot feel.

Did you love me?

Were you proud of me?

Did you even care?

Why didn’t we talk?

Damn! Your legacy of silence.

Rage! Rage! Against the death of the light.

I curse the words unspoken, the truth not shed.

Why God? Why? Why must we part before the heart to heart?

Diana

In a small village there grew

a beauty pure and true,

a flower beyond pristine,

a shy rose not yet seen.

Blessed are those who can hear the screams of flowers picked to soon.

A woman grounded in earthly hue

came to light in Royal Blue.

A lady of depth and substance

towered above pomp and circumstance.

Blessed are those who can cradle a wilted body without pause or fear.

With our heads bent in silent contemplation,

we bid farewell to the conscience of a nation.

To “England’s Rose” we say good-bye,

good-bye to our lovely Princess Di.

Blessed are the wingless angels that walk in the valley among us.

Why

Why?

Why me?

Why you?

Why do I?

Why do you?

Why now?

Why later?

Why didn’t you?

Why didn’t I?

Why didn’t you know?

Why didn’t I know?

Why did it have to be this way?

Why did it have to be that way?

Why did you stay?

Why did you go?

Why did life go this way?

Why did life go that way?

Why? Why? Why?

The tormenting word of questions

rarely ever lets a thinking mind rest

for the minds desire for answers is insatiable by nature.

The minds quest for discovery is unyielding and unending

for every answer found only gives birth to more questions.

No wonder madness grows taller in the thinking mind

the soil is far less fertile in the dull dim witted mind.

Natural Seduction

In the nights gentle quiet,

feel the whisper of breeze

the encompassing swirl

the warmth of its caress.

Inhale the ocean’s brine,

feel the sea’s divine touch,

languish in the rapture

of your own renewal.

Witness the shadow dance

of the native beauties,

hear the beckoning swish

of their alluring limbs,

succumb to the motion

of their natural rhythm.

On the sand all fall prey

to their erotic sway.

The Actress

Behind the theatres locked doors

a small stage stands silently longing.

Its curtains flung open wide,

like arms yearning a lovers embrace.

A young actress has left her impression.

Her poised foot steps are still felt

on the creaky, but stout set floor.

Her lilting laugh lingers in the air,

like cigarette smoke in a tavern.

The sincere inflections of her voice

bounce off the walls in endless repeat

each echo more beautiful than the last.

For now, she has bid this theatre farewell

in search of new roles on a larger stage.

Yes, she ought to be in pictures.

No part is too big, or too small.

Perhaps…Someday…If there is truth in destiny,

she will captivate the hearts of millions.

Behind the theatres locked doors

a small stage remembers with a smile

the days it held a star on the rise.

I wrote this years ago for an aspiring young actress that I did a stage play with at the Citrus County Art League. The play was “I ought to be in pictures,” and the young lady played the part of my daughter. The italicized lines in the poem were two of her lines as well as part of the title play.

A First Love Gone Rogue

A first love gone rogue,

a passion extinguished,

a true heart crucified

writhing and wrenching

under deception’s spikes

on infidelities twisted cross.

A secret kept, a truth untold.

A new chapter unfolds.

A young man’s search

for identities answer

awakens a hurtful memory

of a first love gone rogue.

Will the destroyer of hearts

from one man’s distant past

steal a victim from the present?

A simple test will put the question to rest.

Will the truth sought be the one found,

or will this be the lie most profound?

To love and to loath

A first love gone rogue.