Showing posts with label heart. Show all posts
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Friday, December 23, 2016

Memories are Knocking, Darling


 
Memories are knocking at my heart’s door,

Of so long ago and still my heart wants more.

                                                                                         

Will I open my heart and let them in?

Or will I end them before they begin?

 

I can still see his beautiful eyes as they caressed my face.

Does passion lay dormant in my heart’s space?

 

Will I deny the memories so sweet and dear?

Recalling his lips as they came so near.

 

They mastered our kiss and held mine captive,

Our passion like lava became hot and active.

 

My body still feels his hands as they traveled gently and hesitated; here and there,

I forgot to breathe, as his lips made mine swear.

 

Memories of that first love so long ago,

Still my heart wants to recall, but my mind says “No!”

 

Time is not relevant when love passes a heart,

And, memory knocks on its door saying-- I didn’t want us to part.

 

Love is sometimes wasted on the young—so unappreciated,

When memories are revisited and a heart wants to be sated.

Hold these remembrances ever so gently and let

your past be celebrated.

 

Where are you tonight my Darling? Are these memories knocking on

your heart’s door?

Will you still remember me forever more?

 

 

© BEPH 12/23/2016 All Rights Reserved
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Saturday, March 10, 2012

I Danced with the Spirits from Eons Ago


As walked down a familiar country road,

My heart felt as if it carried a heavy load.



No love in sight for only me,

My heart was sadly free.


It was twilight, and the lightning bugs were

flittering in the shadows---

the time young lovers would secretly meet,

And in yonder field I could see some people dancing,

And there were others who had stopped to greet.


It was an unbelievable sight,

And if I am honest it was a fright,


To see soldiers dressed in blue and grey, as they

danced the waltz of the Grand March Medley---

as North and South intertwined,

The ladies long gowns made of silk, and Chantilly Lace

flowed and swayed with the music, and as I looked

down, I wore a gown and it was---so fine.


A soldier in blue bowed and took my hand, we swirled,

and danced,

Then he bowed and I curtseyed, then off he pranced.


Then came a soldier in grey, 

He walked my way,


He bowed then took my hand and we floated in the

moonlight as we danced to the Soldier's Joy Medley,

It was the waltz of young lovers he said, and we danced

as the fiddlers played, at the end--- he said my name

is Edley.


A very tall, thin man dressed in brown,

Filled a cup from the punch bowl, and then turned

around.


And gave it to a short lady--- he called, “Mother” and the

man was honest Abe,

He seemed sweet and kind, and his face was drawn in

worry, so he appeared plain, this did not matter, that

he was not a babe.



But he was my favorite President of our USA,                     

And as I was still dancing and wondering if all

this was true, but my brain said “No-Way.”



Had I suffered a stroke, was I without hope?

The soldier read my mind and shook his head “Nope.”


Then a carriage appeared pulled by two black horses

all shiny and clean,

And a most handsome man got out—so tall and lean.


His blue eyes glowed in the shadows, and he had a mustache,

that part was clear,

He smiled and his dimples were deep concaves and he said

ever so softly “Scarlett, are you ready my Dear”?

His full lips so close to mine,---- so sinfully near.



I look down at my gown of Irish green---- so much material

and it made me ponder how I would get----- in the carriage,

His strong arms surrounded me, and as he lifted me gown

and all---- he whispered, “Tomorrow, there will be a marriage.”


A nurse in white—tried to shake me awake—she said--it is

time for your meds-- and I replied,

“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

Why don’t you leave now—before my dream is over---

just please scram.


© BEPH 2011        

PurvisBobbi44 is the sole author of this poem and if it is seen anywhere else on
the Internet or in print it was taken without my consent.

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