Dandelions to Babes

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Out the door, I pick up the pace.
Time to play…no time to waste.

Down the yard, tightrope the curb,
As I zipped up the road, not a “hello” was heard.

Along the path such a pretty site,
Dandelions, Dandelions like a sea of white.

Where did I go you must be starting to ask,
to my childhood friends where my youth was passed.

T’was her mother who greeted me each time at the door,
a humble sweet lady who I will always adore.

I will miss your dear smile for the rest of my days,
miss my best friend’s mother, miss the Dandelions to Babes…RIP

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Mildred Organ

By the Salt

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Crusty eyes wake excited,
when mornings are usually slumbered.
Sun stretching, this early.
We leave Theresa with a wave,
that smile.

You and I now,
a trip of bond.
The mist chills my face…
his dory crashing against the lap.
Posture held strong.
My imagination animated by the salt.
Few words spoken but enough was understood.
Cap to his brow, a grin in that cheek.
Surrogate father, my hero.

Piece Of Your Heart

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A long time ago we promised a connection.
But we’ve found ourselves adrift, in the other direction.

Alike by the bloodline that flows deep within,
difficult to conceive that we were both born as kin.

I’ve questioned at times for a true explanation,
only blame in retort, without hesitation.

Our bond left abandoned, now way in the past,
the first day we met was also our last.

Free of the burden that it must have been me,
when sometimes in life it’s not meant to be.

So I move on at peace, that I have done my share.
Fate left to you, to show me you still care.

I hope someday, that the piece from your heart,
matches with mine so we can return to the start.

The Hillside

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a hillside where I played, now lies dormant…unused. 
laughter no longer carries in the wind  
where childish breath was once contrasted to the pitch night sky 
the grass, still worn, but not from play  
for there is a gray hue of neglect that looms across its blades 
this lonely hillock connects me to my past 
the lost adventures of a youngster  
where berries were alien and stones stood as kid’ish vessels 
simpler then, necessary, far from times reach 
now that time binds me to the present, I can only reflect on the before 
as I do, memories swarm my mind and I start to see the patches of green again 
familiar images beautifully paint my imagination, chasing away the dark shadows 
irrelevance slowly deliquescing away 
my boyish reminiscence forever welcomed 
I see more beyond this passed-by place  
and embrace a trigger to the memories it has kept for me this long 
that hillside… 
…where I played 

Look Back

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How do you keep walking forward without wanting to look back?
Your self-made contempt must justify it.
My journey through hearsay.
Birth to beyond being explained,
while I’ve never been posed with a question.

Imprisoned by pride with that broken conscience,
do you get to stand trial for your faults?
If excuse could no longer be an option, what then would you plea?
I know, that even at that moment, you’ll still forget,
forget to just turn around….
…to see what you left behind.

The Shine of Your Sun

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My silhouette has faded, the lines have all blurred.
Struggling within, with what may have occurred.

At what point was there a turn that was made?
My shadow eclipsed and now has no shade.

Feels like a prison but though there are no bars that confine me,
yet I serve my own sentence that will forever bind me.

To what makes me the reason? To what makes me the cause?
To what makes me regret that I showed you my flaws.

I know there’ll be a day when you’ll see how come.
Because my shadow will return from the shine of your sun.

That Day

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That day I made my way over to where he stood, a place where our dialogue did not require words.

His leg braced his posture while he watched the shoreline lap, his boat sits on a harbor of illusion until the ripples break away its silhouette.

Our eyes to  the horizon with the evening sky blushing back at us,
We agreed to just watch, agreed to just be there together…

That day.

 

Ash Wednesday

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Yesterday was “me Wednesday”, the sun was shining, March was upon us and I saw a person with what I thought was dirt on their face. Actually, yesterday marked the first day of Lent (pun intended) where many people around the world went to mass. Specifically, Christians attend mass and receive ashes of burnt palm branches on their forehead in the shape of a cross to symbolize repentance and confess their sins. Ok, I googled that, (sorry God) but once I realized that yesterday was Ash Wednesday, it did get me thinking about how Church was a big part of my life at one point which in turn made me think of my grandmother who was the primary reason it was.

I know for a fact she wouldn’t be too happy to hear that I have drifted away from religion so much over the years. As I thought about it more, I wondered if faith was a void in my life, am I missing it? I ask that question from time to time, I think a lot of people do. Life is full of moments where it’s just us alone with our inner voice that guides us through the peaks and valleys. I’m Catholic, I was taught religion growing up but once I left school and moved away from my hometown, I strayed from the flock as it were. I still believe don’t get me wrong, it’s just my opinion on religion can vary sometimes along with my faith. Faith is a very strong thing to have, it can help you through some of the worst times and can give you hope when you need it the most. We need something to call upon when life challenges us, it gives us something to hold on to when we are at our weakest, and provides comfort in times of doubt.

People find faith in so many different things traditional and non-traditional, it’s up to us, we can believe in other things that don’t have to be contingent on being some sort of higher power. Quite frankly, we can choose to believe in nothing at all, those who feel no need to place their “faith” in anything other than themselves carry on just as fine as someone who practices religion. Ultimately, we all need to show acceptance and tolerance to religious differences, our world still needs work when it comes to loving thy neighbor. No matter where I look, there seems to be conflict, people hurting others over the color of their skin, the language they speak or religion they practice. The big picture, we differ from far more reasons than I just mentioned but we fail to see the one constant that remains in each of us which is the most important and that is, we’re all human beings.

 

Familiar Breeze

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As the breeze blows I feel;
I think of you.

A warm breeze, it’s familiar;
The wind is something I remember.

Loved one, gone.
Impossible to lose the memories of
their touch, it’s familiar.

Their embrace is something I remember.

“Forget Me Never”

(I thought I’d share this poem that was taken from a journal of mine, it was written July 26, 2006.)

Forget Me Never
by Ash

Forget me never;
Forget me not.

Times we loved;
Times we fought.

We walked alone;
We walked together.

Forget me not;
Forget me never.