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Thursday, November 19, 2009
Forlorn
by Martha Elizabeth
what joy,
to love as an infant loves,
enchanted by a smile, a voice
the touch of one finger
i would have settled for too little,
had you spared it
the small hope is hardest to renounce
because it seems possible,
poor sparrow of desire,
wrung and discarded
below the kitchen window
a jaybird screams from the roof
the teakettle shrills into silence
that invisible realm
painful as steam
which turns to water in my hand -
wiped across my forehead,
cool, like a blessing.
you remind me
how alone i am.
no one else consoles me like that.
Labels: poem
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
A Poem For Isabella
The first time we met,
Your face I cannot forget.
You had yet a small face so round,
But your beauty already abound.
I could not believe my eyes,
A foundling as beautiful as you came from inside me.
I could not believe that I felt so much love for someone I just met,
But you are not a stranger at all,
That body so delicate and small,
For nine months lived inside me while I tried to stand tall.
Now that you are growing up,
I pray to God that you'll be good,
As I hope you would.
I love you my little Isabella.
Labels: literary ek-ek, poem
A Poem For Isaiah
I know that you are still too small,
To understand this all.
But I want to write a poem as early as now;
And this poem, to you I endow.
An angel, a godsend, that’s what you are to me.
Watching you grow upmakes me feel so happy;
Your antics never fail to make me smile,
With that, my loneliness stays only for a little while.
You fuel my strength when I become weak,
Just by looking at you, at that face so innocent and meek.
All adversities, I will overcome for you,
Not letting anyone or anything harm you.
But as much as I want to keep you under my wings forever,
That won’t happen, no, never.
Time will come that you must carve your own path,
But of course, as always, I’ll still watch your back.
Labels: literary ek-ek, poem
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
A Poem
What if I hadn't met you?
What if I didn't get the chance to have you?
Would I be happy or would I be sad?
Would I be with someone else or not?
Would my life ever be the same?
Would I ever be the same?
So many questions will be left unanswered...
All these will be left unsure...
But now I am happy...
I am happy that I met you...
I am much more happy now that I have you,
than having to answer it all...
This was a short poem that I wrote ages ago for the love of my life, when I was ecstatic. Oh love... It makes you do things that you never thought you were capable of doing. Anyway, my big black notebook reminded me that I had a little poem tucked away in one of its pages. Reading it all over again has left me remembering the moments of bliss.
Grow Old With You
Adam Sandler
[Billy Idol (Speaking):] Good afternoon everyone.
We're flying at 26,000 feet, moving
up to thirty thousand feet, and then we got clear skies
all the way to Las Vegas, and right now we're bringin you some in-flight
entertainment. One of our first-class passengers would like to sing you a song
inspired by one of our coach passengers, and since we let our first-class
passengers do pretty much whatever they want, here he is.
[Robbie Hart (Singing):]
I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you
I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you
I'll miss you
Kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold
Need you
Feed you
Even let you hold the remote control
So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink
Oh I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you
I miss you Peter Parker, l'amour de ma vie...
Labels: big black notebook, peter parker, poem
