Ashen Valentine

Their love surprised,
Then suppressed;
They were forced to separate,
Their hearts wept as if to suppurate.
They surrendered,
Resigned to be suspended
In a state of suffering.

But knowing it’s temporary was sufficient
To help them survive
Their severe
Mortal sentence
Because their souls know the silence
Does not mean they are still,
For their love will always be here to stay.

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Coming of Old Age

What went up quickly, now stays down mostly.

Image: Pixabay

In years past every weekend
Was wearing the latest trend.
Now it’s reading through the daily
To see who’s who in the obituary.

Shopping used to be for the frivolous,
Fun, fabulous, and more,
Now it’s become problematic,
To even find a ride to the store.

Eenie, meenie, minie, moe,
Catch the devil on my toe,
Should we stay, or should we go?
Where I point will be our destiny,
A place for us to spend eternity.

Let me serve you a deliciously deadly meal,
So we can rest together for real.
I’ll put on a red flannel teddy,
After supper, we’ll go to beddie,
And go with the flow and just be ready . . .

Sweet Caroling

I’m dreaming of a big Christmas dinner,
One that would make me feel like a sinner,
With my mouth stuffed with turkey and ham,
Mashed potatoes and salad, but hold the Spam . . .

I’m dreaming of a generous, pricey present,
One that would flatter me for how much you spent,
With my Christmas stocking bulging,
Oh, thank you for being so indulging . . .

I’m dreaming of a beautiful Christmas tree,
One that would inspire me to sing with glee,
Under would be gifts full of glitter,
So many to brag about on twitter . . .

Happy Holidays! Merry Christmas! Season’s Greetings!

Keep on dreaming . . .