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Philip Wilson Poem
If…..
If we passed on the street, would you notice me, or would you just keep walking past? Would you turn to look at me walking away or would you just keep walking?
If you saw me in a crowded café, sitting alone, writing in deep thought, would wonder where it was you saw before?
If there was only one open seat left in the cafe’ and it was at my table, would you risk asking me if the seat was taken, or would you stand alone near the wall waiting for a table to open?
If after you sat with me, would our eyes meet, would I feel the soft warmness in your glare, or would you just look past as if I wasn’t even there?
If you sat next to me on a bus or the subway, would know it was me sitting next to you, could you feel the warmth of me and want it to surround you during the cold winters?
If you saw a warm glow while you walked your dog in the park as sunset began to fall, would you seek it out just to find the glow was coming from me and that it was starting to fade?
If you did follow and find the glow and discovered that it came from me, would you try to talk to me, or would you just let me walk away again, watching the glow slowly fade?
If we crossed paths in the mall, would you wonder where it was that you knew me from or ignore that nagging feeling of familiarity and just keep moving?
If we passed each other again would you get that same nagging feeling again, would you remember what we once had so long ago, or would you just bury it deep inside like you once did? If you do remember, would you recognize the feeling of safety in that warm glow that came from my heart?
If you did remember, would you see that, that the fire never went out and it is still burning within, would you want it back again, or would just push it away again the way you did so long ago?
If we were in a crowded nightclub, would you be drawn to the glow that only you could see, would you embrace it like you once did and hold it dear to your heart, embrace it like you once did?
If you do hold it dear to your heart once more, would you remember how much it meant to us, and how good it felt to have two hearts as one again, if you do, would it be enough?
If Only!
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Some One You May Know!
Copyright © Philip Wilson | Year Posted 2024
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Philip Wilson Poem
Is it too much
Is it too much to ask to find that one, that one that makes your heart skip a beat the first time you see them
Is it too much to ask when you accidentally touch for the first time and, you both feel an electric shock, not the kind you get from walking across a rug?
Is it too much to ask that when you look into each other's eyes for the first time and get lost for what seems like an eternity
Is it too much to get lost in someone's words the first time you hear them speak, in a noisy crowded room and, the only thing you can hear is their voice above all else and, it melts away all your brick wall defenses?
Is it too much to ask to feel pulled to that one person, so strong that you think if they walked away, you might fall over because there was no longer anything holding you up?
Is it too much to ask, that during that first dance, you feel each other shake to the core? Each other holding so close and tight that no one can tell if two people are dancing and not just one?
Is it too much to ask that when the lights come at the end of the last song and you release your embrace and it feels like your hearts are being pulled from your chests and remaining in their own embrace on the dance floor
Is it too much to ask that you both ache deep in your heart knowing, that it won't go away until your hearts feel each again when you're in the same room and seek each other out until you find each other again
Is it too much to ask that during the first time you are together, your souls find each other, and never want to let go
Is it too much to ask that when you’re in each other's arms you melt together and become one, feeling like there is nothing and no one in the universe that could come between you?
Is it too much to ask to feel their warm breath on your chest as they drift off to sleep, cheek firmly on you with arms holding you tight as if they are afraid it is just a dream and you won’t be there when they wake? Knowing that they are warm and safe and don’t want to live without each other?
Is it too much to ask to wake in the morning with them looking at you as you slept, find yourselves looking at each other and you both know that you are theirs and they are yours for all eternity?
Sometimes I think id!
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Copyright © Philip Wilson | Year Posted 2024
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Philip Wilson Poem
Dreams……
In your Dreams, what is it that you see when you close your eyes at night?
In your Dreams, are you alone? Is there a special feeling of something or someone that you can feel but not sure of where it may come from.
In your Dreams, do you look for where that feeling is coming from. Can you see their face, or is it just blur, seeing only the outline of their face but specific features like their nose, or maybe their lips.
In your Dreams, do you know where you are, who you are with? Do you recognize the scenery around you and the people you see passing by like they don’t have a care in the world, can you see their faces?
In your Dreams, can you feel your hand as it is being gently squeezed when it is taken and the warmth that radiates up your arm and makes your heart flutter and skip a beat?
In your Dreams, can you see the garden table made of metal with its worn white paint that has half peeled away from the years of wind and rain, and its glass top, with your flowered tea cup, saucer and silly small teaspoon that looked like it came from a souvenir shop down the road.
In your Dreams, do you recognize that you are in the most romantic city the world, in view of that famous steel and iron structure that everyone knows so well.
In tour Dreams, can you feel the butterflies in your stomach and go to rub them away only to realize that it’s not butterflies at all, but something far more special growing with in you. Can you feel the warm, soft a hand as it gently caresses your belly and the movement inside in response to soft and gentle touch.
In your Dreams, do you try to focus on the face that is so close to you, can sense the soft loving lips coming closer about to eagerly meet yours, then realize that you can’t see the features or any discerning marks on that face, but just know it is the most wonderful face you have ever laid your eyes upon.
In your Dreams, do the eyes on that unfocused face become clear and you can see the most beautiful pail blue green colored drops of ocean so very deep that they seem bottomless. Did you notice that those eyes were full of pain and hurt and wonder who or what could have caused such pain.
In your Dreams, did you ever wonder how so much pain could be held in those eyes or where it could have come from, or who could cause so much pain in such loving eyes. Do you wonder, was it you?
In your Dreams, do you see the face, full of so much pain, become more and more clear as the face full of warmth, comfort and security being pulled further and further away from you. Do you wonder, could it have been you who inflicted so much pain in those eyes, or was it something or someone else.
In your Dreams, do you find yourself in a large field, surrounded by trees and stones. Do you recognize the people and the intense sadness that is around you as you look at a large, dark reddish brown mahogany box that appears to be suspended in mid-air. Do you feel the intense agony and sorry as the box begins to disappear from site. Do you question was it a horrible accident or something you may have caused. As you hold your ever-growing belly, you ask yourself how it ever came to this.
In your Dreams, do you feel the agony of not being entirely alone but knowing there is an emptiness that you know will never be filled again and that you will never see those again.
In your Dreams, do you see those same pail blue green drops of ocean again, but on a much smaller face. Do these small eyes bring you joy and sadness at the same time, knowing that you will never see those original eyes again. Those same eyes that once held so much love and how words could never fully describe the feelings you felt when they glared into your own.
In your Dreams, do you know it will never be as before, will your heart grow cold, only opening to those pail blue green drops of ocean that are in that small beautiful face that get bigger and bigger as she grows. Will she ever wonder where she got them from.
In your Dreams, do you find yourself in a room, surrounded by photos from what seemed a lifetime ago, on the walls of that room that held the photos of that face that held those eyes along with pictures of those eyes on smaller different faces spanning over 3 generations.
In your Dreams, do you see yourself closing your eyes for the last time and finally being able to see clearly the face with those eyes once again, filled with love and forgiveness.
After you close your eyes for that last time in your Dreams, that have turned into nightmares. Do you desperately open your eyes and find that it was all just a bad dream that felt so real, as the tears flow down your face and stain your night gown. Do you jump when a loving soft voice says are you o.k. “it was just bad Dream” as you feel that warm hand cross your body and hold your belly and feel the movement inside reacting to the soft gentle touch realizing that it all wasn’t just a dream and being happy that only one thing, the most important part, was real and that you will have both pairs of those pail blue green drops of ocean until the day your eyes close for the last time.
Thank God it was only a dream!
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Copyright © Philip Wilson | Year Posted 2024
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Philip Wilson Poem
Don’t Go.
On that first day, when I heard what could only be described as thunder from the heavens. I ran to the window and saw you for the first time, you were so tall and a little scary. When you entered my home, I hid behind her hoping you couldn’t see me looking at you with wonder in my eyes. When you saw me and spoke, I buried my face into her like the shy little girl I was, and when I heard your voice for the first time, it was soft and gentle, it filled me with a warmth I hadn’t felt in such a long time. It was so calming that it immediately disarmed me and pushed whatever fears I had away. As it got late all I wanted to say was DON’T GO! But my small little voice remained silent.
On that second day, as I looked into your eyes and saw how deep and piercing your blue eyes were. Eyes so blue that the Caribbean Sea would be jealous, wanting its color back. Eyes so caring that I felt as if I could become lost in them. When you took your bandana from your head, I giggled a little and then covered my mouth so you wouldn't see, I was afraid I would make you upset because there was nothing there, but when I saw your smile through your thick beard and with that gentle voice you said Don’t look too the glare might blind you. Right then I want to say DON’T GO! But again, I was still too shy to say what I was feeling.
In that first month, I knew I would never have to say DON’T GO! I knew that you would never leave me. You slowly moved into my life filling the emptiness I felt for so long. Every day you showed me how you cared and how much you wanted to be in my life. That first month I felt as if Heaven had moved in the same day, you walked our door. You were so kind, patient, and gentle with us, filling our lives with love like no one has ever done before.
That first year I knew you would be with us forever. You accepted your role in my life, knowing that this was where you were supposed to be. Your free spirit covered us with love and I knew that whenever you were close, I was safe from harm this would throw my way. I remember how scared my first boyfriend was when you made sure that with your words, leaving him knowing that I was your little girl and the respect you expected him to show me.
That second year it was clear that you are my Daddy. The look of pride and love you gave me when I gave you your new name and the single tear of joy that was in your deep blue eyes said everything. The pride in knowing that you were someone's Daddy. The warmth and strength in the hug you gave me told me no matter what could happen, you would be there giving me the strength I needed and the gentle push in the right direction I needed.
That Last Year, it felt as if the wind was stolen from our sails. The thought of you not being in my corner anymore was almost more than I could bear. The thought of losing you broke almost everything that I believed in. As I peered into the night sky, I asked why Heaven had to move so far away from us. Why it had to take someone I held so dear to my heart away with it? Why did you have to leave our happy piece of Heaven, leaving me alone? It felt as if were being cheated out of happiness. Are you looking down on me and on what was such a happy place that made everyone feel safe and happy? Where your presence made so many happy and warm. Where your smile would light up a room with love and happiness. Even though I can still feel your gaze on me, I can only see you in my dreams and memories of the life we once had together. The warm breeze I feel on my cheeks when times are hard is that you letting me know everything will be O.K.? Then I remember the twinkle in your eyes and the warmth of your smile and know that everything will be O.K. because you are still behind me with that loving nudge to go forward and that everything will be O.K.
I still ask though “WHY IS HEAVEN SO FAR AWAY?
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Someone You May Know
For HNVP
Copyright © Philip Wilson | Year Posted 2024
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Philip Wilson Poem
Where Were You
Where Were You as I sat Alone on the end of the dock, looking longingly into the night sky. As the so many stars that filled my eyes, and the dreams of you and what we once had filled my heart and mind and the feeling in my chest of the second heartbeat I never knew was there.
Where Were You as I sat alone in the café’, where we would sit for hours, talking of the future dreams. Dreams of the places we would visit together and of the sights we would see, cherishing the lasting memories of what we saw, the sounds and smells of each and every place we visited. Only to have those memories come flooding back as a sound or scent that would randomly appear every so often.
Where Were You as I walked alone through the streets, near the home where we were to share our lives together. The home where the sound of many little feet could be heard as they ran across the sunset-colored tile of the home that should have been filled with tiny little giggles running as we chased them back to the bath they so gleefully tried to escape.
Where Were You as I walked through the park alone, that famous park in the middle of one of the most famous cities in the world. The park we go to in late spring before it got too warm. The park where the trees had just filled out. Where the aroma of the newly blooming flowers filled the air with their fresh and fragrant perfume. The park where I would lay my head in your lap as you read aloud from one of our many favorite stories
Where Were You as I traveled our favorite tree-lined road, the road with the old covered wooden bridge like the one in the story with the sleepy little town. During that time of year, where out-of-towners were known as leaf peepers by those who called this beautiful place home year-round.
Where Were You as I sat alone in the cabin in the woods, by the lake we once shared. As I sit in front of the cold dark fireplace, devoid of the warmth and glow it once had on that brisk fall night. The night where our souls first intertwined to become one. Where our shadows danced as one in the glow of the warm fire cast on the cedar log wall. That glow that others could have sworn it was lit from the passion of our first night together. The night we void it would be just us from then on through all eternity.
Where Were You on that fateful day when all those people, friends, and family gathered to help celebrate our love and commitment to each other? The day we were to forsake all others, to love and cherish each other, no matter what this cruel harsh world could throw at us. The day we were to swear not only to be lovers but to be each other's best friend and confidant until the day we took our last breath and closed our eyes for the last time.
Where Were You as I rode alone in that funny little boat, with the man dressed in a black and white striped shirt, a red scarf around his neck, and that funny little hat he wore caulked off to one side, as he used a long pole to propel us threw the water. As he guided the boat to that centuries-old stone bridge, where a boy and girl professed their undying love for each other from that story and author we had to read about in our early school days. As we passed under that bridge another funny little boat with a couple deeply in love kissing passionately as the moved in the other direction, did they see the tears fall from my cheeks and stain my shirt?
Where Were You as I stood on the end of that dock alone once more? As my tears met the moonlight, that shimmered on the waters of the lake, with the moon rising high into the sky once more. As those same familiar stars twinkled in my eyes, bringing back those fateful memories of love and so much pain, once so very strong but now lost forever.
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Some One You May Know!
For C.W.
Copyright © Philip Wilson | Year Posted 2024
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Philip Wilson Poem
See
Did You See him when he walked into the large dimly lit room and sit at a table, Alone, on fringe of the dancing and laughter. Did you See his eyes light up when he noticed someone walking towards him, only to See the excitement fade as they walked past, not seeing him.
Did you See the despair in his eyes as so many walked by and not even notice he was there. As he watched the people walk by, did you See him feel smaller and sink into chair, knowing that he was as good as invisible to everyone in the room.
Did you See in his eyes, the look of defeat, and the feeling of total emptiness as he sits alone yearning to be notice by someone, anyone. Wanting a connection, a bridge to gap the abyss of solitude from him being ignored by all those many people around him.
Did you See how much further he retreated into himself, knowing that even though he was in a room full of people, enjoying each other’s company, drinking and laughing, dancing closely and exchanging energy with one another.
Did he See you watching him as he entered the room. Circling the room looking for somewhere to sit, close enough to be near others, but far enough away so not to feel the sting of rejection.
Did he See you notice the look of total anguish in his eyes when you noticed him being ignored by the many people who just walked past him with out even noticing his existence, and the pain of always being alone in a room so full of people. Having no one to share his hopes, dreams, and inner most secrets with.
Did he See you watching him from afar. As you began to walk the room in circles, casually speaking to the others as you close the distance to where he is sitting. Looking as if a hole in the floor would open beneath him, swallowing him whole, finishing this never-ending saga of isolation and loneliness.
Did he See you when you met his gaze as it pierced the room, seeing everything and everyone, but also no one and nothing at the same time. As you slowly moved closer, feeling the intensity in his eyes. The wonder in his gaze of “will there ever be anyone out there for me”. to share his inner most everything with, his desires, his longings.
Did he See your warm smile as you stood in front of him, trying to gain his attention threw the flashing lights and loud music that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at the same time. Were the walls he built to protect himself from the pain too tall to See who was right in front of him. Only Seeing a shadow casting down into his secluded little world from the many lights above and behind you.
Did you See the fear and uncertainty in his eyes when he finally noticed you peaking over the wall he had built. The confusion in his eyes as you said “Hello”, looking around to see just who it was you were talking to, only to realize was him not someone other person, remembering that there was no one else close enough to be a misunderstanding.
Could he See the sincerity in your voice when you said Hello and pushed your hand to him. Your name singing in his ears the first time you spoke it to him. The passion for life and love in your eyes shone brightly, like two twin stars in the crisp cold winter night sky, with all the strength and confidence you have.
Could you See that the more you with him, the fishers begin to form in the barriers around him he had built to keep the demons of rejection and loneliness at bay. The look of anguish in eyes change to that hope. The hope that this was not a prank being played on him, like in that movie about a bet made between those type of people who have ignored him his whole life.
Could you See the fear and confusion in his eyes as you took his hand and lead him away from his lonely dark corner. How anxious he was as you took him into your arms, and how awkward he felt as you both swayed to the slow soft tone that came from the speakers all around you. Could you feel the rumble from his soul as the walls around him that remained crumbled around the both you. The happiness he felt deep inside him as others in the same embrace look at the two of you with admiration, knowing that something special was forming out of nothing.
Did you See that at that very moment, the profound impact you made on his life and for at least that very moment the passion for life returned to his eyes.
Did you See that on that very night you saved his life with your kind words and actions. That you pulled him away from the edge of nothingness of his plans and abandoning them forever.
You could never know the impact of a kind word or gesture could have on some ones Life
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Some One You May Know
Copyright © Philip Wilson | Year Posted 2024
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