Life Without You

’twas lonely out there, out in the ocean

over the moonlight, under the coconut tree

with waves splashing, crashing unto the shore

and the sea breeze catches up upon my face

i can taste the saltiness of the sea

then i remembered you

i remembered you and many summers ago

twas many summers ago

on the beach, like anyone else

you taught me life’s important lesson

of survival, from swimming

it isn’t just about bad tan lines,

having raccoon eyes and early mornings

not even just about records, gold medals and best times

i never learned how to swim though,

no matter how i tried

no matter how you tried. 

that night, taught me the fundamentals of living

and critical things i needed to survive life

survive life, without you 

 

’twas many summers ago,

and many years i know, that you said

i will be just right there, up upon the moonlight

under the coconut tree, among the crashing and splashing waves

proudly watching you, learn to swim

as you navigate life,

life without me.

 

 

for kate’s Friday Fun

https://aroused.blog/2020/08/22/friday-fun-beach/

The Old Lady in a Cane

I once had a dream of a fairly
old lady walking by a cane

slowly…
slowly…

she stoops as she walks
she begs as she cries

slowly…
slowly…

she wonders and wonders
along the street into the corner

slowly…
slowly…

she sits as she cries
she mourns as she weeps

slowly…
slowly…

she wails in agonizing cry
longing for love, that she once had

slowly…
slowly…

she remembers her then beautiful life
had she not been selfish and ungrateful

slowly…
slowly…

she disappears from my sight
she lost without a trace

the fairly old lady in a cane, I knew once and in my life, I helped,
I was kind
Day 4 NaPoWriMo

Our prompt for the day takes its cue from our gently odd resources and asks you to write a poem based on an image from a dream. We don’t always remember our dreams, but images or ideas from them often stick with us for a very long time.

 

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The Moon and The Stars -Quadrille

I wondered many times
as I hide
about the stars
the moon
up in the sky so high
flustered at the sight
how they filled up the sky

Am I a moon or, just one of the stars
you keep counting on the sky?

Written for D’Verse. WimsyGizmo is hosting Monday Quadrille
at D’Verse Poets.  He has prompted us with the word “Up”.

Also for Helene of  Willow Poetry, What Do You See?

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Kaliedoscope

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(Photo credit: mine)

Each twist in the universe
is a new experience,
a change in the
settings of our lives
adapt and live
with the change.
Adjust our vision
to the new pattern of life
set before us.

For we are, a kaleidoscope world.

My (unusual) Poem

           My (unusual) Poem
 

My poems are not poetical
So they cannot be magical.

I write them in the afternoon
Unpoetic time no stars no moon.

I seldom use figures of speech
My words within a grade five’s reach.

My inspiration, not love
But a flying dove.

My poems are not poetical
They’re down to earth like ***pandesal.

***Pandesal or pan de sal (Spanish for “salt bread”) is a common bread roll in the Philippines made of flour, eggs, yeast,
sugar, and salt.

In response to Friday Foto Fun – Unusual

Unusual – this ornate Hindu temple is in the Blue Mountains outside Sydney
surrounded by Australian bush!

Please share something you’ve seen in an unusual setting, maybe a bit out of context?

or

creatively write about an unusual situation?

 

Come on the more the merrier, please share and read each other’s photo posts!

Please complete before next Friday using a pingback to link your post.

 

 

Church -Haiku

The mountains will sing
To the church as house of God
Where faith is revered.

 

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P.S.

A fun art created by my daughter. It’s made of colored sand glued together (like a jiggsaw puzzle) to create a colorful art version of a church.

 

This is in response to calmkate’s Friday foto fun art.

https://arousedblog.wordpress.com/2018/09/22/friday-foto-fun-art

Hush Now

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Keep still
amidst chaos and turmoil
all through the roaring thunder
and all through the rising tide
rest your weary heart
like an ocean easing up
after a storm
hush now.

~Dad~

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Thanks to my daughter Pat for this beautiful photo~~~

~My dearest~

I am but a shadow in the dark

Slowly coming out

Gently whispering

Unto your tormented soul…

“Its gonna be alright”

~Dad~