I can hear your laughter
While he listens at
One of his friend's corny jokes
I can see his smile
While he gazes at his wife
With pure love
A worldly man he was
While he gives advice to
His kids about the do's and don'ts
Suddenly, something snatches
His life away, leaving a trail
Of hurt and pain
I found a treasure chest I thought I'd tossed,
filled with memories of my childhood days
and precious keepsakes I had loved and lost,
tea party guests, who were with me, always.
Filled with memories of my childhood days,
there were two brown bears that I'd befriended,
tea party guests, who were with me, always.
How often their seams had to be mended.
There were two brown bears that I'd befriended.
We sipped from a make-believe china cup.
How often their seams had to be mended.
Just a little girl, acting so grown up.
We sipped from a make-believe china cup.
I remember those mornings at sunrise
Just a little girl, acting so grown up,
Serving tea on the floor with sleepy eyes.
I remember those mornings at sunrise
and precious keepsakes I had loved and lost,
Serving tea on the floor with sleepy eyes.
I found a treasure chest I thought I'd tossed.
Feelings of Nostalgia Contest
sponsored by Eve Roper~Prompt 3
posted~June 30, 2020
She who hides in her branches in the black and white movie.
The black and white movie wherein no one talks.
No one talks where the hands are constantly expressing in motion.
In motion there is always the stillness in the background.
In the background, I keep you with me.
The me who speaks does not know who she is.
Who she is, got lost in the octopus expressing with too many arms.
Too many arms to mime her own blackness.
Her own blackness of thoughts where the background is white.
Have you no tongue? So faint of heart?
Go tell her there's no other
so wonderful, and that apart,
so very like her mother!
Declare your hand, say it out loud
and never mind the lingo.
Why hide your ardor in a cloud?
She'll be yours, by jingo!
"Ich liebe dich!," "O, je t'adore!"
"ik hou van jou!," " b'hubuk!"
But when you're prostrate on the floor?
And when she shows you to the door?
Don't lose your nerve, or run amuck,
read Tennyson for better luck.
I think of you,
too often now.
Every part of you and me lives on
vividly in my mind.
I loved you
even from that first time we met
and every day thereafter.
You cannot know or perceive
the depths of what I felt and feel for you.
Are we so very different
that you just can't understand?
Hear my unspoken words
and see my silent glance
Don't let them be blinded
or hidden from your sight.
I guess, you never sought to see
me as I was, as I am.
Forgive me then
for intruding on your life.
I did love and lose
Or did love lose again?
Couldn't keep my main
The one my heart ordained
Promises through happiness and pain
First sight of trouble and she bailed
Now i feel like a lost cause
To the one that completes me
Couldn't keep the part that made me whole
Loneliness taking its toll
Disappointment cant hide its show
Solitude is my attitude
Cause love!
Love lowered my altitude
Emptiness being my gratitude
Thinking of having a substitute
Weighs down on me in magnitude
Shaking feeling the amplitude
To love
Is to remember
The touch of your hand
Your voice
When you called me cariad
My mouth remembers your kiss
The feel of your lips
Sensual touch of your tongue on mine
The closeness this brings
To love
Is to want to be with
Man woman or child
To love them
to want them near
To take in their being
When you love
It tugs at your heart
Making your chest swell
With unknown pleasure
Spreading to a smile
your eyes lighting up
face aglow
The feeling of love
Keeps you young at heart
Helps you want to face another day
Yet no more
That love has lost its way
Floundering in the brink of destruction
Searching, for the exit of depression.
Needs to see the light once more
Yet all there is, is the heat of hells fire
The internal hell, that goes around and around the brain
Looking for answers, for the reason.
Memories try to flood the senses
Memories of the hope that once flourished
Now is smouldering in the no mans land of waste
Is there love ever after?
This is the third writing with letter L. As suggested by Jan..
12-23-10 @11:06am
to have loved and lost is an unbearable pain
relieved only when one finds love again
not the kind of love gotten from a friend or a pet
but the real true sort is what it takes to get
out of the funk brought by on this hurt
and pick one’s feelings up out of the dirt
one must be careful not to let one’s self fall
what they think is “in love” with any or all
suitors that might just happen their way
or they’ll end up in more pain at the end of the day
so if you find true love, then nurture it fully
don’t be jealous or spiteful, or some kind of bully
keep it safe and warm in the depths of your heart
and you won’t fear losing it, for it will never part
from a soul that cares for it, and tends to it’s needs
and love will reward you by dropping it’s seeds
in the core of your being, as well as your mind
and the blooms they produce will allow you to find
that life can be grand, and blissful as can be
i know this to be true, ’cause it all happened to me
To have loved and lost,
My darling dear frost,
I feel the same when you are near Jack Frost,
To have loved and lost.
When you are away,
I am at bay,
Lonely and astray,
It is hard to get away,
To have loved and betray.
To love and to lose,
I ask thee fool,
My spirited soul I so bruise,
For where are the fools.
To have loved and lost,
My darling dear frost,
I feel the same when you are near Jack Frost,
To have loved and lost.
Natasha R. Neuville
Copyright ©2008 Natasha R. Neuville
How I recall empathic tastes
Of winter frost,
And the bite of winds that railed against
The trees,
Dispersed with such unease
The deafening cries of those
Who loved and lost.
Mimicking in their jackboot stance
Upon the shore,
In the veil of mist, a carpet rolling in
The dawn,
The kettle whistle so forlorn,
The silenced tongues of those
Who loved no more.
I love you
more than I do
myself,
here
with troubled
self - respect,
No longer will I linger
in yr growing shadow
of black holy empire wisdom
no longer to collect
in pools of shallow sinking
infested piranha
misdirection,
of counter - current
woebegone eclection,
of brainbusted battered bread
locked to my solemn
sojourning spent
erectile
head...
Love is strong,
It's hardly wrong,
Love sometimes last forever,
Most people stay together,
Love is like a song.
It's better to lose your love then never love at all,
Love doesn't really fall,
I onced loved,
I pushed adn shoved,
To get him.
I lost him,
Thanks to them,
But I really think he lost me,
He just couldn't see,
That i was his one and only.
I see him now and then,
He's not like other men,
he's still hang up,
Like a little pup,
I was the best he had.
So men and women,
To win,
You must hold on to what you got,
They mean alot,
To you more then you think.