For many, love is like the meal
And sex like cake; for surely
If we just eat sweets constantly,
Things tend to turn out
Poorly
Tag: Daily Prompt
It’s Harmony
Her life and his were intertwined,
Like vines or lover’s hands;
Both separate and together were
Their hopes and dreams and plans —
Before the day that all was change,
The cut down to the bone;
The reaching for what’s ever gone,
The song that’s sung alone
For life was full of music, once:
A choral sort of song —
She still can hear the melody,
It’s harmony
That’s gone
To share is human:
Old is the new Old
Thank you to Daily Prompt at WordPress and MY FAVORITE BLOG (TM) for presenting me with this post title to work from. – Owen
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I love to do these types of prompts,
They keep me sharp and on my toes;
It’s hard as you get older, mind,
To stave off all of aging’s woes.
For in the old days, old was old.
It isn’t now, for things have moved:
I would say old’s no longer old,
Instead it’s old. So it’s improved.
‘Cause though it is the same old old,
The new old’s not what it once was;
The old old’s out. The new old’s in.
For old is now what new old does.
So don’t forget, ye of WordPress:
What’s new is good and true and bold,
While old is bad, false cowardice,
Unless the old is our
New old
To share is human:
A Moment That Mattered
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Daily Prompt: “Mountaintops and Valleys” – Describe a time when you quickly switched from feeling at the top of the world to sinking all the way down (or vice versa). Did you learn anything about yourself in the process?
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My wife had left me, with our tiny son
Just three years old, bewildered by it all;
I shaped my life for his security,
To give a pattern to his days. That fall,
The leaves sang everywhere of fading things;
And I was grieved at how my dreams had died:
I lived to give my child all I could,
But I was down and lonely, and my pride
Had lashed me many times for my own faults.
They’re myriad: back then, and frankly, now –
I had a life to lead, a child to raise,
I wasn’t sure then, just exactly how
We’d manage, but I knew it must be so.
A routine, then, we set, not just to roam:
We’d go to church on Sunday mornings now,
We’d find a place where could feel at home.
And when we walked in, there beside the door,
A lovely woman stood I barely knew,
Whose journey with three daughters brought her there
And as we spoke, the moments fairly flew —
For though I could not know it at the time,
I’d walked, within the shadow, to that place
That’d lead me to the mountaintop at last:
The love I’d never known, there, in that face —
So many moments go by unrecalled –
But those that matter? Beyond reckoning,
They shape the very contours of our hearts:
The valley left
The mountains
Beckoning
To share is human:
Idol Memories
Boys have their idols
Same as girls
But without the
Psychosexual tinge, perhaps
If my random sampling
Of answers to this prompt is
Any indication
(I remember being
Hopelessly jealous and
Resentful of the guys
All the girls went
Crazy for —
I became convinced that
While girls talk about
How shallow and
Appearance-conscious
Boys are, girls’ tendency
To observe Orphic
Fertility rites over
Rock Stars
Showed a remarkable
Lack of self-awareness)
Because my tastes
In music were decidedly
Unpopular, I idolized
Classical pianists
And composers that
No one I knew liked
I idolized a guy named Doug
Because my crush of many years,
Kathy
Liked him and not me
So I wanted to be him
I idolized older piano students,
Writers,
Astronauts,
And, most of all,
Boys that girls actually liked
I hated being a teen
Because I was bad at it
Yearning to emulate those few
Who were successful at being a teen;
Or, successfully survived it
Not a cheery memory,
But, I think,
An honest one
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To share is human:
Resolution Kept
I resolved, one New Year’s Day,
That I would forget you;
Not to worry why you’d gone,
Constantly regret you
I resolved to be a man who
Got on with his life;
Not to fixate on a girl, now
Someone else’s wife
I resolved to find somebody
Else to fill my thoughts,
Not to spend more hours on
The “should’ves” and the “oughts” —
And then I met your sister;
Instant magic, right away —
Now I don’t think about you,
Hell, I see you
Every
Day
