love – Mandibelle16

Poem: Free Verse — “ The Storm” #amwritingpoetry

“ I have a lot to say,” to tell a story of one night,

The howling of the wind, a moaning tale of rain falling from the sky.

And in the dusk we walked for miles,

Before the sky opened up and we lay wrapped around each other, beneath solid pine trees.

We could not see through the drenching down pour,

And, we forgot the aching sense of loss serious storms always bring; we huddled together both cold and shivering.

Nature is wonderful, but also humbling and wild.

Not by voice or foot could we escape the storm, until the sun rose.

Then, that forlorn midnight feeling left us and the rain ended.

In the morning brightness we two laughed and chattered, two soaked survivors,

And, carrying our backpacks we left the place we had been huddled;

Soaked to the skin, we still shivered.

But the sunshine didn’t forget us, and as morning passed into mid-day we dried,

Little by little we felt warm again.

Then, we reached the copse, a place of renown we met many memorable years ago.

A thicket of glory, and we sighed, sitting on a damp blanket, the food in our back packs a delight.

We were overwhelmed but happy, having survived the night’s cruelty.

And now, in a thicket of trees, and in a burst of afternoon light,

We ate our sandwiches ravenously.

We gorged on chocolate granola bars,

We ate dripping peaches, all to satisfy hunger soul deep.

When you’ve been lost in the forest it’s a chilling experience,

You forget what it is to be blessed with warmth and delicious food.

Yet, we conquered the storm that night, beneath the pines, and left our fear behind; my hand in yours always.

And after conversation we headed home from the copse, not quite knowing where to go.

We wandered the thicket through the greenery, through both beauty, and fright,

No wild wolves, no crying coyotes, nor bunnies running from them.

So now, down a familiar path home we stride,

You are not worried, nor am I; we are together for as long as there’s time.

Maybe longer, maybe long enough to visit the copse again in strange bliss.

To hold all our memories together with kisses.

That is the story of one cold dreary storm that ended in the glory of the copse,

A time that was a vivid memory, a time we’ve never forgotten.

Somethings are memorable, forever remembered; this is one of those times.

Poem: “Are You Hope?” #amwritingpoetry #poetry

Are you going away?

Are you leaving these brilliant days for days of stumbling?

When the water whirls tight, and the fish, all they do is fight,

Can you still put things to right?

Can you heal things better now?

You only have to wait.

Because nothing is perfect, and if you’ve a calling, you’ve a calling,

But, some days it feels more like falling,

Into a buttery sky that ignites with tango orange illumination.

Focus — you can only do so much, can you do what you need?

What do you want? What’s the grander picture?

Fight through the wind and the rain; it pours,

Can you distinguish what is right and what is wrong?

Fill my heart where I should go.

Remember those delicate, impressive, stained-glass windows, they demonstrate God’s glory.

Remember time moves quickly,

And we’ve only so long to find clarity, magnificence, and to feel love in the daylight.

We’ve only time to sit and wait before we jump into the whirlpool of life to swim?

Have we strength more powerful than night lights and our nightmares?

Although, butterflies dance through sand, sun, sea, and wind; circles of joy, soft melodies will whisper.

Now that I’ve found morning’s brilliant glow, that I’ve found grace beyond the whirlpool — I’ve found hope.

Poem: “ The Gleaming Sky” #amwritingpoetry

History’s sticky,

Often we experience it, and eyes wide stutter on.

And, you might think we’d learn from it;

Sometimes we do — other times we resist the thought.

We pray that suffering will be insignificant,

That we’ll never receive that horrible, ‘passed away,’ or ‘broken,’ phone call from our loved ones.

So, be not afraid of moving on in life,

He will heal our wounds, our sharp strife.

I gaze up into the brilliant morning,

The tree tops quiet my hearts intense mourning.

There’s a restlessness I cannot recover from.

How do you move on from those who affected and blessed your everyday life — everyday.

People we fought with, loved, and tittered with;

You can’t undo all your difficult unfurling mistakes.

You can’t forget an aching pain that might never reveal it’s purpose and stop.

In the end, the truth’s wonderful; falsehood a moaning wound.

So, be not afraid of moving on in life,

He will heal our wounds, our sharp strife.

I think of those lost in three ways:

One, is to look back on the past and let tears rain.

Two, is to look ahead to the future, knowing old friendship will be renewed in Heaven,

That Jesus will regain our life in the beyond; His name lives forever.

Third, I believe that we’ll celebrate with the spirit, see our loved ones, and be full of joy.

So, let Jesus lead your life, and thus, smile at the good and the bad; with Him and jubilation touch the gleaming sky.

So, be not afraid of moving on in life,

He will heal our wounds, our sharp strife.

“Sonnet” — “Dark Words“ #amwriting

“Don’t start, not now.” Our dark words worn, rusted.

“Don’t hate me ‘cause . . .’ a shriek, a shout, whispers.

I despise it when we’re too proud, when nobody wins,

When we fight, but we need to move forward.

Nobody told me we would have to battle,

I thought love was easy, something you,

Slip into with lushness; but it’s a fight.

It’s sweet adoration, it’s engaging.

Let’s leave our spat behind, remind ourselves —

Why we first found hope, love that expanded.

Away with our black thoughts and nightmares,

No more biting words; if you nip me,

Do so ‘cause we’re playing as lovers do.

Remember that we’ve beautiful words too.

Poem: “You & I” #amwritingpoetry

I thought it would be both you and I, but that was years ago —

When your caramel eyes intensified, as I watched you across the room.

But, it wasn’t yet our time and some other girl earned princess in that story.

Now fifteen-years later, we both remember memories that mark how we first met,

How we’ve gone beyond wide-eyed stares, memories of basketball hoops, weight lifting, and English fairytales.

Excitement, my heart pounding, a shadow pulls me in; I knew you somehow when we finally met for real.

It’s difficult when my eyes open and only my ears know what’s real, and the image of you alive in my mind sears.

It stings when I miss the body language of a conversation deeply ingrained in my head.

So, I’ll make my way through this storm with you; hold my hand if you will.

Don’t conceal from me, I’ll tell you the truth & somewhere our eyes will align and you’ll be mine.

And, the biggest connection is the ones of sight & souls, and when we’re actually in each other’s grasp, please kiss my face as you like.

Laugh with me, promise you’ll talk with me, & that you’ll understand some of who I am — I’ll understand you too.

I will learn to comprehend your life story, the things that formed the one I love.

Let my hands go through your thick hair my lips to kiss you, to heal your wounds.

Remember you’re my person, so lets forget all your former princesses; I’ll be your queen.

Will both form our future, our life as it is and how it might be; the joy of Jesus molding and twining our paths together.

He leads you & I on despite the rudeness of life’s pain, & even when all we want is to be entwined.

I’ll remember not the hurt, but to clutch you close when you deal with yours, & hold you dear when I deal with mine.

So, forget the darkness and fall into the light, luminescence in my heart; you shine, through it all.

Let’s hold fast to the future & let the spirit lead us on,

My hands are so tiny, and yours so large, but somehow God knows, we fit —

Both you & I.

Poem: “ Speak Of Jesus” #amwriting

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I will speak of Jesus because it’s the truthful way to go, I’ll tell you of His wisdom, the knowledge that I’ve learned.

And, although we need the world to be full of goodness, of fresh clear mornings, and children’s giggling.,

I will speak of Jesus because he creates these special moments.

And, I’ll wonder what sentences I write or say, if they will be enough, What words will be perceptive and vibrant, full of peace not hate.

That’s why I speak of Jesus, for he died to erase all ire, and I’ll meet new friends and old, as I walk with Him each day.

Those friends of joy, gladness, sadness, those little ones who wear their food on their face, and what we all need in family’s much needed embrace.

Family that’s strong, not belligerent, family that gives and cares — I’ll even meet acquaintances everywhere I turn.

But, I hope, whoever I meet, that they’ll all speak of Jesus, because they sure need Him too.

I may have told them of His glory, but they’ve a unique path, to choose to walk with Jesus through, and I will speak of Jesus and care for other’s too.

So, I share my love of Jesus, and don’t get blown away by wants and needs, even the existence of another’s deepest love.

For God’s spirit told me how to love — has done so in a practical spirited way.

So, for this reason we let the Spirit talk whatever words to us He wishes,

He proclaims to us wisdom, from how it is to love another person to pieces, to hold them close so tight your bones ache.

To why we do what Jesus says: because then our paths stay straight.

And, if some morning, my love and I should not wake, we understand, that this is the will of Jesus, that we reach Heaven’s glow.

In ominous clouds and brilliant effervescence, we will speak of Jesus, for of us He has already spoken and has decided to keep.

And, trustingly, we both chortle & talk, we joke because it’s funny, and we love in the worst times, no matter if we’re damaged.

We know what works best of for us and you — that is to speak of Jesus, the way, the truth, the life.

We will both trust and speak of Jesus, will you choose to spread his glory too?

Poem: Italian Sonnet — “Made Right” #amwritingpoetry

I didn’t think you’d hate me or worse,

Turn your face hard, flat as if I don’t exist.

As if all meanness in us persisted,

Couldn’t heal, and our pink bubble burst.

All this ire in our lives wouldn’t disperse,

Each word we spoke crashed, clashed as glacial winds,

No harsh sentence muttered would rescind.

Inside our bodies ached, felt sore, pain burst.

Despite our tiff, fireflies flew in skies of night,

And, a relationship broken turned right.

Wounds alleviated with moonlight words,

Calmness healed lies’ hurt, provided insight.

We swam the lake, ire to free; hearts birds,

With each fluttering stroke our pain reversed.

Poem: Free Verse — “The Fireworks: Canadian Dreams” #amwritingpoetry

I thought it more than magical, a brilliance of lights,

Coursing through the atmosphere, something beautiful aglow.

Your words rang true beneath the starlight sky persistant and calm,

And, I could breathe again, as the fireworks shot high into the night.

Such splendor in the sky, violent light plunging then taking off, twisting trails among the stars.

We shared in a crystal clear evening, an experience together,

A beginning of something sweet, as the lights carried into the emergence of another summer,

We gasped at fireworks bright and walked through vivid streets and roadways.

Sidewalks filled with chattering, a world full of singles and families, children awed by multi-colored light.

And in your arms, he smiled, a boy out to enjoy the night, perhaps; a shadow of one who will be ours,

Only, a small child, but he was full of energy as the the fireworks whistled madly into the sky.

And it struck me again, as the lights descended, ending in pearls of dew, red sparkled-delight,

That one day you would hold our own son, and we might entertain him at a similar event.

You and I, hand and hand beneath the God-given sky.

Smiles, a longing in your eyes as all kinds of fireworks released, and ballooning thoughts of what could be silenced all.

Ten-minutes later, and the light-show ended, and we’re a beer away from more deep thoughts of endless wonder,

You put the child down, gave him back, all the way home he titters;

He was full of summer joy, and that joy overtook us too as the night sped on.

Oh, country in whom we’ve no disturbing plight, God’s grant us time to linger, and sit in quiet dark and summer sun.

We’re no longer alone, or are we?

I, stuck in this apartment, you beneath the sun’s dusk of glories.

But, as my writer’s mind sifts, I rediscover our language, one of lovers, with calm and delight;

Language spoken in stuttered sentences then smoothed out as whisky into a glass, an amazing uplifting feeling of freedom relished.

Words and dreams together, forming our night, a one day history of us, hope for our future lives,

Fireworks, liberty, a child’s laughter, beer: all Canadian dreams.

Poem: Free Verse “ Lived & Cherised #amwritingpoetry

Far gone words have left us sleeping, silenced in pitch darkness.

In such pain we murmured insights that go unremembered, dark words mumbled a story undeveloped.

Words to ponder and trails to traverse towards the white sand yonder, never having the right words and never travelling the right pathway.

I tried to discover the truth, the way out, but with only Jesus and His Spirit could I run, away from malice, to traverse away from blackened lies.

Leave us not alone in the quiet of this time, so we rejoiced when we sailed up and beyond the dim land.

Keep us meandering down the worn walkway to you Lord, we’ve freedom’s grasp but still we wonder:

Where’s faith in this magnificent journey?Where’s your grace as our feet print the sand?

Through this month. through tire and mud-prints, though we’re dirtied, let us keep going yonder.

Let us not forget anymore of faith or grace, it’s been granted. Let us not ask, “ Where is peace in this broken darkness?”

Pitter patter through the hallway, and in this tiny house let us meet and devise a lifetime of courage,

Let us devise the right words so that none dissolve into lost murmurings of nightmarish sleep.

Hear my words and may they be sweet with rejoicing, may they do more than flicker and never combust into smoke,

Never let them be mere bickering —let our tones be beautiful without an onerous tale of broken-hearted lands.

Like silk flower petals soft as roses, sharp as they protect well-thorned, let our words be sweet.

And don’t forget, you whom I love, I’m here now for you to not forget, to lie sleepily beside and ponder life.

How do we return to the call of wispy sunshine mornings? How do we hear again the trill of the robin’s calling? Red bellied and gorgeous despite familiarity.

Wake me up and let my love with me traverse, gently into sweet trailing sunsets.

Wake me up Lord, let the summer mornings thrill; wake me up, my love, in the quiet hours let us whisper.

Our secrets are ours an earthly eternity to bear, but one-day we must pass down the words it took too much time to learn,

One day we must wake up and be firm, but not today or another soon.

For now we must learn to merely live, no longer in darkness, we rise in the Savior’s glory,

And the spirit heals our broken-souls, so that each midnight we still smile and whisper, not words of black decay, but those of a life now well-lived and cherished.

Poem: Free Verse — “Waves” #amwritingpoetry

How do you understand yourself when you’re stretched past your limits?

Can you devise a genius plan or will you fail?

Times aren’t easy during delusion,

Powdery dust of summer after spring grass; rouge flowers of distinct brilliance.

All this confusion — Lord end it all.

No more days lost in summer’s haze.

We are your effervescent lights and you are our captain so let us serve gratefully.

Let us swoop as the mighty eagle, let us be swift as a hawk; lady hawk soaring sky high.

How do we survive in a society of whispers where the common good is questionable?

Where’s my sweetness, where’s does he persist?

As I linger he waits calmly with me;

He remains, he soars in the sky’s bright blue wonder and lands despite the crashing waves below.

Sea-green ripples push him forward as he struggles through foam;

Covered by deep blue water until he swims against the tide.

Here I welcome him home seething or full of joy.

This place is not fit for only one,

Keep us both close to one another and both safe;

Help me traverse your pathway and find hope, a reason to relax in respite.

Follow trails in glorious sunset, where we hum the tunes of the old world.

They blend with sanguine songs of the new world and we smile while our hands touch — linger: we wait —

To arrive to our home above, below the azure sky and cotton clouds.

With blessings of the Holy Spirit,

Let us find harmony, hands clenched in each others’;

Provide us perseverance to walk—on.

Deep chocolate eyes never breaking from mine,

Breath in the perfect serenity of nature’s other worldly silence.

A closeness and stick-to-it-of-ness, that will keep us close forever.

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