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(Helen Welshimer)
If you but knew
How all my days seem filled with dreams of you,
How sometimes in the silent night
Your eyes thrill through me with their tender light,
How oft I hear your voice when others speak,
How you 'mid other forms I seek--
Oh, love more real than though such dreams were true
If you but knew.
Could you but guess
How you alone make all my happiness,
How I am more than willing for your sake
To stand alone, give all and nothing take,
Nor chafe to think you bound while I am free,
Quite free, till death, to love you silently,
Could you but guess.
Could you but learn
How when you doubt my truth I sadly yearn
To tell you all, to stand for one brief space
Unfettered, soul to soul, as face to face,
To crown you king, my king, till life shall end,
My lover and likewise my truest friend,
Would you love me, dearest, as fondly in return,
Could you but learn?
(Glen Allen)
The woman I am She hides away She goes her way, |
The woman I seem But the woman I am For love might look closely |
(Robert Bridges)
When first we met, we did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master;
Of more than common friendliness
When first we met we did not guess.
Who could foretell the sore distress,
This irretrievable disaster,
When first we met--we did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master."
(edited version of a poem by Beth Moore)
We were Much too wounded Too much we said Too little learned Yet there's been |
Too much caring Too much harm Too much time Too much we've shared Too many years Too many laughs when |
(Elizabeth Akers Allen)
Unremembered and afar
I watched you as I watched a star,
Through darkness struggling into view,
And loved you better than you knew.
(Loreena McKennitt)
Somehow I knew, that you'd have to go
Your world was not mine, your eyes told me so
Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time
And I wondered why . . .
Embrace(Billy Collins) You know the parlor trick. From the front it is another story. |
Marksby Linda Pastan My husband gives me an A |
(Lorrie Morgan)
The more I needed the less you gave
I guess you thought that it worked that way.
You never would listen
And now that I'm leaving
Your not believing a word I say.
If you think I won't go, watch me.
Oh, watch me prove you wrong today.
You don't even know you lost me
You think I'll always stay.
Ohh, just watch me walk away.
(Peter McWilliams)
You like it that I write
Poems
about you.
Your ego takes some
Perverse pleasure
in them.
You will cause
enough pain to fill
a book, and then
send autographed
copies to your
friends.
(Elizabeth Bishop
from The Complete Poems 1927-1979)
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
-- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
InsomniaElizabeth Bishop The moon in the bureau mirror By the Universe deserted, into that world inverted |
Ghost in My Closet(Patti J. Fulk) He calls me each day My friends tell me how His eyes beg me to profess |
(Cher, 1989)
If I could turn back time
If I could find a way
I'd take back those words
That hurt you and you'd stay.
I don't know why I did the things I did
I don't know why I said the things I said . . .
My world was shattered, I was torn apart
Like someone took a knife and drove it in my heart.
If I could reach the stars I'd give them all to you
Then you'd love me, love me like you used to do.
If I could turn back time.
(Mike Lunsford)
My eyes have finally learned not to weep for you
My arms know there's no need to reach for you
But as long as my heart tells my mind what to do
How can I tell my dreams not to sleep with you?
Busy days I find ways to keep you off my mind
Still you know you come and go about a thousand times
When the day slowly fades into midnight's deepest blue
I'll close my eyes and realize my dreams will sleep with you.
Though I may lie wide awake I still dream of you
For I won't try to fight the night no matter what I do
Is a dream the only thing I live for lookin' forward to
How can I tell my dreams not to sleep with you?
(Denny Davis)
I like to use exactly the right word to convey my thoughts.
For that reason I make frequent use of my thesaurus.
Today I need a word that means
'for a very long time'.
Let's see . . .
Here are some words--'centuries',
'ages', 'a lifetime'.
No, not long enough.
How about these--'a millennium' or
'an eon'.
No, still not quite right.
Maybe one of these--'forever' or
'in perpetuity'.
Close, but not quite it.
These sound better--'eternity' or
'infinity'.
But still not exactly right.
Oh, yes, here's the word I was looking for,
There's nothing quite so long as 'never'.
(Denny Davis)
Some days I feel like my life
is spinning out of control
and I am just along for the ride
Other days I feel like my life
is finally my own at last
and I know the answer to everything
I wonder which one of those thoughts
is the real one--
if there is such a thing as reality
Is there reality for anyone
or does it exist for some people
but not for others
If it exists for some people
is it a matter of luck
or is there some way to attain it
Do I just not try hard enough
or is the problem something in my past
or something I was born without
My heart doesn't really want an answer
because there's one thing I do know
my reality will never include you
(Denny Davis)
The past is |
The present is |
The future is |
(Denny Davis)
It's easy to say "I'm leaving"
It's even easy to go.
But after you leave,
What then?
You have to look at
Where you want to be
Instead of just at
Where you don't want to be.
The problem is if you know
Where you want to be
But that is the one place that
It is not possible for you to be.