From the Heart

[cymry]

I've always thought
some of the most pogniant poems
were written in tribute to the poet's loved ones.
I thought I'd start a poetry thread
with that in mind and see where it leads.
I'll start.

Strong welcoming arms
to hold me in the night
when the shadows seem
to call my name.
Wise words always
waiting for me
for the times when
I have strayed.
Standing guard
against the mistakes
I would make in haste.
Stern speeches
born of love
even when I
would not hear.
You are the stone
that holds up my
foundation.
Father of my blood,
Father of my Heart.

 

[bluerains]

Stardust

Don't leave without it .
I save these words in a song .
For I can't take you along
through time’s ethereal passage.

Don't leave without it .
For soon the day will come
when the me you knew is gone .
Memories will be hard to find ,
and I may never remember
how much I loved you.

Don't leave without it .
Words I keep telling myself
and holding on to reasons why .
Please Don't let me forget about it..
For surely I would grieve without it...
That star you wished upon ,
still twinkling in your eye....

Don't let me**leave without it .
Don't let me forget about it ,
if I walk though darkened doors
without the light your love emits
that made the dream come true
as dust of me and you.....

was one I wrote quite a spell ago...probably needs updated but,,tis just the
memory after all...

 

[cymry]

Born first in my soul
then in mortal guise
I cherish you both
as only a mother may.
Years slip away
before I even knew
they had come
with so brief a time
that I am needed
to share your joy and pain
though even when
the seasons have passed
and you transend my worth
I shall be standing behind you
with open arms.

 

[RhymeFairy]

you are the light, that leads me
through the dense darkness, into
life's joyous journey of comical
Jack-in-the-box dreams.

what once, we dreamed for me,
has come ... gone. no longer
to be. yet, you always shared
this journey with me.

whispering words of kindness,
collecting cracker jack dreams,
to have another day. rings of joy,
transferred, from you ... to me.

always with a loving smile,
you lead, guidance of sincere
friendship. harmonious love
that completes me, with just
a smile, a look, just ... you.

new dreams shared, many a
longing, I have expressed.
you uplifted that dream with
the utmost care. taking it
to heart, valued and
treasured, as you do
everything I wish, want.

never could anyone love me,
as you do. never shall I love
the same. I want to be you
one day.

a mother who loves. always
loves, without question,
deception, greed, who
always helps lead.

my love, forever more, to you
my mother, my one truest love.
my mom ~

 

[cymry]

you are the light, that leads me
through the dense darkness, into
life's joyous journey of comical
Jack-in-the-box dreams.

what once, we dreamed for me,
has come ... gone. no longer
to be. yet, you always shared
this journey with me.

whispering words of kindness,
collecting cracker jack dreams,
to have another day. rings of joy,
transferred, from you ... to me.

always with a loving smile,
you lead, guidance of sincere
friendship. harmonious love
that completes me, with just
a smile, a look, just ... you.

new dreams shared, many a
longing, I have expressed.
you uplifted that dream with
the utmost care. taking it
to heart, valued and
treasured, as you do
everything I wish, want.

never could anyone love me,
as you do. never shall I love
the same. I want to be you
one day.

a mother who loves. always
loves, without question,
deception, greed, who
always helps lead.

my love, forever more, to you
my mother, my one truest love.
my mom ~

You let me go
when first I knew life
and fled into nothingness.
Through the long years
of your absence
I came to know
your name
as it was printed in
block letters
on that small square
document
that is my claim to existance.
It was all that you were
to me
all that you will ever be now.
Time has softened
that void that lives within me
no matter that I'll never
truly understand where you've
gone.
Know this though
mother,
that I forgive you
but I will never
forget.

 

[bluerains]

resonates well ..this lovely pen...

You let me go
when first I knew life
and fled into nothingness.
Through the long years
of your absence
I came to know
your name
as it was printed in
block letters
on that small square
document
that is my claim to existance.
It was all that you were
to me
all that you will ever be now.
Time has softened
that void that lives within me
no matter that I'll never
truly understand where you've
gone.
Know this though
mother,
that I forgive you
but I will never
forget.

I wrote a letter type pen / poem kind of to my mother ...and the weeds she planted in my garden....an oldie...

Her Garden of Weeds

Seeds of human frailty planted in the
innocent heart of a child
germinate flowers of mistrust, weeds of
doubt, trees without fruit, vegetables
without sprouts, a garden full of drought.

If only you had planted seeds of joy and not pain,
forgiveness and not blame,
love without conditions, hugs without
suspicions , sharing instead of greed
that is what my little girl sees
A life spawned from selfish needs.


Changing the future won’t
wipe away the past
but, I can make plenty of new seeds
making a garden of flowers
to grow....

 

[Liar]

never let go
before, and still,
white knuckles
around this stem

turning to a string
of dust

dissolving on a high note

should I pray
for proper measures?
mumble my apologies
into marble echoes?

sing for a thread
slipped through fingers,
left to drift

further
further

 

[cymry]

never let go
before, and still,
white knuckles
around this stem

turning to a string
of dust

dissolving on a high note

should I pray
for proper measures?
mumble my apologies
into marble echoes?

sing for a thread
slipped through fingers,
left to drift

further
further

Would apologies
spear through the cracks
of your adamantine armor?
If I flayed myself
in suplication
to your inarticulate anger,
would that subjugation
find acceptance
or only serve
to justify your hate?
Brother,
my Brother.
When did your life
become this endless
annihilation?

 

[cward2]

I never did understand
The words you gave me,
O mother of mine.
You will always be the
Greatest thing in my life,
Much more than the rain
Or the sky or mountains.
Even these drops of tears
Do not compare to every word
That is uttered from your lips.

 

[cymry]

I never did understand
The words you gave me,
O mother of mine.
You will always be the
Greatest thing in my life,
Much more than the rain
Or the sky or mountains.
Even these drops of tears
Do not compare to every word
That is uttered from your lips.

What of you my family?
Does my long
absence
leave even the smallest
mark
upon your hearts?
I think not, yet
still you would berate
me,
still you would
cry out against
the thousands of miles
between us, just so that you
may
satisfy your impotent
arrogance with the guilt
you believe you are able to
inflict
on one such as me.

 

[bluerains]

a rewind from the ski instructor...

Dancing in the Sun

Rain in a whisper across the lake it does weep
scattering the loneliness looming in air
shuddering from the cold I gingerly pull
the old sweater from the dock and place
it around my shoulders to warm me from
the dark dismal chill
What happened to the sunlight dancing
I know I saw it gleeming in your eyes
when I traced your steps across the light
But no footsteps now do I see
Rain has washed them all away
Maybe sunshine will return some day
As for today the rain still soothes my scars
and tears still trickle down in this dark space
trying to erase the picture of your face
and I want to enjoy each moment of this pain
for I shall never have this treasure again


a reel...oldie...

 

[cymry]

Dancing in the Sun

Rain in a whisper across the lake it does weep
scattering the loneliness looming in air
shuddering from the cold I gingerly pull
the old sweater from the dock and place
it around my shoulders to warm me from
the dark dismal chill
What happened to the sunlight dancing
I know I saw it gleeming in your eyes
when I traced your steps across the light
But no footsteps now do I see
Rain has washed them all away
Maybe sunshine will return some day
As for today the rain still soothes my scars
and tears still trickle down in this dark space
trying to erase the picture of your face
and I want to enjoy each moment of this pain
for I shall never have this treasure again


a reel...oldie...

Peep show of the soul,
a lifting of the mind's skirt
for a quicky.
Here I thought
I'd have so much to say
where matters
of the heart pertain,
and yet I find the fountain
has gone dry.
I guess that makes me
"Heartless".

 

[bluerains]

Peep show of the soul,
a lifting of the mind's skirt
for a quicky.
Here I thought
I'd have so much to say
where matters
of the heart pertain,
and yet I find the fountain
has gone dry.
I guess that makes me
"Heartless".

sometimes the heart feels less and less
as the cracks deepen...and loves
seeps into too many tears...

 

[flyguy69]

Cleaning Closets After a Year

Your smoky image remains like a depression
in our mattress, a nebulous recall
of your hips. Katherine has cleaned you

from almost every aspect: these walls are blue
not white, or vice versa, the cups
no longer above the sink. I don’t mind

strangers peering from ovals in the hall,
nor the desk drawer full of you
in Alaska, 1997, when you were strong

enough to toast the camera. Your hair fell
in wispy curls, a lake-mirror
of your cigarette. There is a detail missing

from those photographs: the dark spot
that would blot out your breath.
Katherine was there

for you with lipstick and cool water.
Even got you to laugh. For me, too:
when my arms hung slack

she lifted my hands to her mouth
and blew strength. She held tight
to your blessing. I won’t pretend

this poem ends cleanly. When I found the ashtray
marked North to the Future I returned it
to the nightstand, and I lay down and rested
on your side of the bed.

 

[PatCarrington]

Finding The Sound of Oak


I used to climb my father, hands
in the calloused bark of his
as I walked up his chest
and stood on his shoulders. When
I grew he took me to a white oak
he’d planted in the woods. I
climbed that too. All the way
to the crown. It was solid like him.

And sometimes
in summer storms
and sometimes
in branches bent by snow
I’d imagine I could feel him
touch me and hear him call me,
as if he’d evolved into that tree
to lay hands on my shoulders
and say one last thing.
But more often love
was a matter of silence.

The dead come back. Do they
ever leave at all? Maybe
it’s a trick, slipping into dirt
like a root. No matter if
he’s resting now or hiding,
it was easy to forget

the tree. Shameful
it took me so long to know
it deserved better,
that in a truer world
it would not have blurred
into the others
as if it were just the same. I

lost it long ago to the ax
of my neglect, like the pictures
of a man I passed from frame
to scrapbook to shoebox
and locked in a closet

like a skeleton. I return
to these woods with no tongue
and barefoot. To walk quietly,
listening for his risen bones.

 

[flyguy69]

Damn, Pat!

This one is solid. Do you want comments? I'll trade ya!

Finding The Sound of Oak


I used to climb my father, hands
in the calloused bark of his
as I walked up his chest
and stood on his shoulders. When
I grew he took me to a white oak
he’d planted in the woods. I
climbed that too. All the way
to the crown. It was solid like him.

And sometimes
in summer storms
and sometimes
in branches bent by snow
I’d imagine I could feel him
touch me and hear him call me,
as if he’d evolved into that tree
to lay hands on my shoulders
and say one last thing.
But more often love
was a matter of silence.

The dead come back. Do they
ever leave at all? Maybe
it’s a trick, slipping into dirt
like a root. No matter if
he’s resting now or hiding,
it was easy to forget

the tree. Shameful
it took me so long to know
it deserved better,
that in a truer world
it would not have blurred
into the others
as if it were just the same. I

lost it long ago to the ax
of my neglect, like the pictures
of a man I passed from frame
to scrapbook to shoebox
and locked in a closet

like a skeleton. I return
to these woods with no tongue
and barefoot. To walk quietly,
listening for his risen bones.

 

[PatCarrington]

Damn, Pat!

This one is solid. Do you want comments? I'll trade ya!

fly -

i'd love to trade comments, but it will have to wait a few weeks. i won't be available for a while.

PM me in november, to remind me, and i'll come back and scour your poem.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Finding The Sound of Oak


I used to climb my father, hands
in the calloused bark of his
as I walked up his chest
and stood on his shoulders. When
I grew he took me to a white oak
he’d planted in the woods. I
climbed that too. All the way
to the crown. It was solid like him.

And sometimes
in summer storms
and sometimes
in branches bent by snow
I’d imagine I could feel him
touch me and hear him call me,
as if he’d evolved into that tree
to lay hands on my shoulders
and say one last thing.
But more often love
was a matter of silence.

The dead come back. Do they
ever leave at all? Maybe
it’s a trick, slipping into dirt
like a root. No matter if
he’s resting now or hiding,
it was easy to forget

the tree. Shameful
it took me so long to know
it deserved better,
that in a truer world
it would not have blurred
into the others
as if it were just the same. I

lost it long ago to the ax
of my neglect, like the pictures
of a man I passed from frame
to scrapbook to shoebox
and locked in a closet

like a skeleton. I return
to these woods with no tongue
and barefoot. To walk quietly,
listening for his risen bones.

Pat,

I remember reading this one before. I loved it then,
and I love it now. Very dreamlike, and touching.
You need to do something with this one, submit
publish ... whatever makes you happy.
It is a keeper ~!!!

Just Me~

 

[flyguy69]

fly -

i'd love to trade comments, but it will have to wait a few weeks. i won't be available for a while.

PM me in november, to remind me, and i'll come back and scour your poem.

Will do. Good luck on that Halloween costume.

 

[cymry]

The Toughest Love

If you only knew
how much I wished to crumble,
to shatter into nothing,
on those days when
I have a duty to be angry
with you.
If you only knew
how those words you spout,
fling with such carelessness,
shear away my resolve
as a scythe through the
tender grass.
If you only knew
that to stand before you,
to hold myself up without waver,
to be your mother
when all I want to do is cry...
that is the toughest love.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Never ~

All I wished, was for him to love.
Love me as his daughter. If only
he could see. So many days
filled with only ... his lies.

His bottle was more important,
or maybe, his floozy new wife.
Did he ever know, how many times
she ask me to leave. All I wanted
was to see his face. Touch my dad,
and give him a hug. His love,
all I ask for was his love.

Why could he never see that?
Why did he say yes, but mean no.
So many lies. So many you have
to go's. So many of everything,
except ... his love.
Never his love.
Never ...

 

[bluerains]

surviving biological toxins

All I wished, was for him to love.
Love me as his daughter. If only
he could see. So many days
filled with only ... his lies.

His bottle was more important,
or maybe, his floozy new wife.
Did he ever know, how many times
she ask me to leave. All I wanted
was to see his face. Touch my dad,
and give him a hug. His love,
all I ask for was his love.

Why could he never see that?
Why did he say yes, but mean no.
So many lies. So many you have
to go's. So many of everything,
except ... his love.
Never his love.
Never ...

LOVE IN VAIN
*
SHE CAME INTO THiS LIFE FORETOLD
A HEART COMPLETE FROM THE COLD
THEY NEVER GAVE HER FLOWERS
OR A GARDEN OF LOVE TO HOLD

GRIEF DWELLED IN HER LONELY HEART
FROM YEARS OF THEIR ABUSE
SHE HAD GIVEN HER LOVE SO FREELY
BUT,HER KINDNESS WAS JUST MISUSED

HOW DID SHE MEND THIS BROKEN HEART
GRIPPING HER BODY EACH NIGHT
LOVE WAS TAKEN WITHOUT A PRICE
A BLEEDING HEART HER SACRIFICE

FOR FRAGILE WAS A HEART OF GOLD
THEY TOOK HER LIGHT FOR FREE
BUT, ANGELS HEARD HER INNER VOICE
AND SENT THEIR LIGHT TO SEE

SHE TOOK THEIR WINGS INSIDE HERSELF
AND BREATHED NEW LIGHT WITHIN
NOW BEAUTY LIVES TOUCHED OF MIST
WAITING TO BEGIN.......

FROM MY ORIGIN
I SURVIVED

 

[cward2]

I see my mother's words
Wherever I go. In the
Streets, in the sky, in the
Forests at night.
They're in my heart and in my
Mind, so that I'll never forget
How precious she is to my
Life.

 

[cymry]

So I finally
hear from you
My Brother, after all
this time spent
in silence. Your
message to me
is simple,"Hey little sis,
it's me your brother.
You know, your older
brother."
I can't help but snort
at the droning tone
of your voice.
No, Oh Wise Sibling,
I couldn't tell
that it was you.

 

[cward2]

Father Of Mine

He is like the wind -
you cannot see him
but you can feel his touch
He is like the rain -
You can hear his words
Flowing down your face
He is like the earth-
Creating new life
from his seed