Poetry and Fiction - Just "One Word" Away ("Swiftly")

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                  Time passes as “Swiftly” as the ocean waves…

Splashing against the rocks

Tapping its syncopated fingers in the sand

fondling the frightened shore

Repeating its wild thrashing

Leaving the shoreline sore

Remorseless as it retreats

A relentless tide speaks

Changing at the behest of the moon and the sun

Relaxing for a moment, when the day is done

 

Dreams pass as “Swiftly” as the night…

Leaving the fantasy behind

As it greets the morning light

Always keeping our hearts wondering

Our minds pondering

And our souls thundering

Holding us captive throughout the day

Moment to moment, leading the way

Until it brings us back into its fold

Teasing us with its nocturnal gold

 

Love passes as “Swiftly” as the lightning…

Kissing us good-bye with icy lips

Leaving a mark from its cold fingertips

Promising its return in a fine fickle way

Inviting us back into its heart to play

It will blanket us with joy

Could this possibly be a ploy?

We fall for it every time

Because love is so sublime

And its charm rings like a chime

 

Life passes as “Swiftly” as a bird in flight…

Soaring high in pure delight

Elusive at every turn

No time to catch up, no time to learn

On our own we spread our wings

The years dissipate while death pings

Have we accomplished all our goals on earth

as life prepares for a rebirth?

Are we prepared for our inevitable good-byes?

Did we live in truth or exist in lies?

 

Swiftly…Swiftly…Swiftly

We are on that soft cloud riding high

Destination – Heaven’s gate

Some will make it there; others will wait

Many will remain in limbo to contemplate

Many souls will fall to fire

Many souls will join the Angels’ Choir

Many hearts will sing; many hearts will tire

Swiftly…Swiftly…Swiftly

Lights dimming, down to the wire…

Poetry and Fiction - "Golden Friendships"

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(PHOTOS FROM PINTEREST):

           

“Golden Friendships”

 Golden Friendships that once were

Golden Friendships that did occur

Golden Friendships of long ago

Golden Friendships so glad to know

 

They never die as years go by

They often glow in my mind’s eye

They live in memory forevermore

Each visit there, I still adore

 

As we long to meet and greet again

Nothing more priceless than a friend

Those days in Brooklyn will never end

Fresh in our hearts, forever penned

 

When streets were playgrounds

Our loud laughter, love sounds

We would chase down the ice cream truck

In Days of Summer – what luck!

 

We would follow its music down each city block

Vanilla! Chocolate! I tripped on a rock!

The music still blaring, I’m back on my feet

Running much faster to capture a treat

 

Then came the man who offered us rides

On a truck that teased every child

He would pull up, with a huge smile on his face

Driving each one of us wild

 

There was the “Whip” and “Flying Tiger”

A “Ferris Wheel” too

Twenty-five cents a ride

With empty pockets, what were we to do!

 

We’d run home for a quarter

In hopes he’d still be waiting on our corner

And there he was, to our delight

What a heck of a ride we were on tonight!

 

There were backyard birthday parties

Spin the Bottle too

A kiss for me and a kiss for you

Soda and chips and birthday cake too!

 

There were balmy nights out on the “stoop”

Sweating and bored in our own little group

Playing 45’s on our portables

Oh Yes! Oh Yes! We were back in the loop!

 

We carried these record players

Around like suitcases

Still sweating like heck

With red, raw smiling faces

 

There was the corner candy shop

Old fashioned and fine

Everything a penny, a nickel, a dime

Bazooka gum, potato chips, candy galore

Ice pops, ice cream, trading cards and more

 

Little drinks in wax bottles,

Candy buttons on a strip

We’d buy them all up, by our third trip

Longing for a milk shake, and our next sip

 

When the Winter rolled in

The fun didn’t stop

We’d build snowmen across the street

In the old Church lot

 

Our feet would be cold

Our noses all red

But we didn’t mind

We followed the day, wherever it led

 

Color TV came into play

Imagine that as part of our day!

So we ran to each other’s house

I tip-toed in like a mouse

To share this gift with each family

It was one huge jamboree!

 

Yes! Each family bought one

We celebrated with glee

Thought this day would never come

But it did happily!

 

Golden Friendships -

I cherished them all

Still today, we do stay in touch

But not every day, and not very much

 

Perhaps a quick phone call

A Christmas card too

But there is always laughter, nostalgia

And love, to name a few

 

We giggle at the days we were blessed to have shared

When our souls and our hearts lovingly cared

A time when our parents were all family

We were everyone’s children

Golden Friendships – and me!

 

Poetry and Fiction - Just "One Word" Away (Pillow Talk)

 

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"Pillow Talk"

 

Now I lay me down to sleep…

With plumped up pillow and silent weep

 

Those days are gone when Plush Bear was there

When I heard Mama’s voice and saw her loving stare

Still evil ghosts dance in my head

And childhood monsters hide ‘neath my bed

They yearn to come out and play with me

But I’m all grown up, yet they still roam free

I keep the night light on ‘til morn

Like Mama did since the day I was born

 

Imaginary friends who used to visit

Have moved on to homes, more exquisite

I still hide under soft woolen covers

Meant for children, and now grieving lovers

The darkness falls like a wicked cloud

Time to say my prayers loud and proud

Hard to close my eyes when my heart is sad

And that echo of dead silence drives me mad

 

Now I lay me down to sleep…

With plumped up pillow and silent weep

 

Paintings of unicorns hang from my wall

Smiling clowns too, who seem to soften my fall

My fall into slumber, to the unknown

Where dreams bring “Smiles”, or Chills” to the bone

I sink my head deeper into the fluff of my pillow

I hear sobs and wails from the Weeping Willow

Her wispy branches and tender leaves

Tap at my window as she stoically grieves

 

Grieves for her lover who has died last year

Amongst the brush and trees she loved so dear

I grieve with her each lonely night

I too know that loss; our solemn plight

We have now become nocturnal friends

Perhaps for comfort through nature’s lens

I am so thankful for our special bond

With a smile on my lips, I have grown quite fond

 

So now I lay me down to sleep…

With plumped up pillow and silent weep