My Loving Friend

Feeling, touching I left you there,
Alone and hurt, you began to stare,
In hope we could sense each other's eyes,

Opening tomorrows, and no goodbyes.

Our hearts entwined in the music of love,

The melodies enrapped us smooth like a glove,
In the dark, I felt your skin,

So softly smooth, you let me in.

Welcome here, I'll stay for a while,

And bask in the loving of your smile.

Sensual as I found you, the day turned to dark,

Hoping, all the time, your passion wasn't a lark.

Inside we both connected then, blind, whistful, laughing there,

As I enjoyed the purfumed scent.. rising in your hair.
Finally, I found the love I can not transend,
I'm alive ! In the arms of my loving friend.

She came out of the Blue

Radiant beams of light shades of hue, I felt Her smile amidst the dew,

Her Life devoted to enhancing ours.

Outstreched arm with glowing white stars,

She gave birth to our hope, deep and sublime,

On Whose majesty is based all of time.

The Romans were vicious, they spared not the whip,

She had to look at her innocent Child they had stripped.

Her heart had been taken and ripped to shreds,

While the lame who were healed ...carried away their beds.

What fear would She endure for the love of us?

What pain had She embraced without a fuss?

Her Tears must have quenched the hate She'd felt,

Or changed it to a love none other has felt.

Imagine your child: tortured, naked nailed to a tree,

For a group of people who spat and cursed His humanity.

Although,  forgiveness is a simple word,

The price She paid is rather absurd.

A simple virgin obediant and true,

Your better thank God ...She came out of the blue.

Spring's Decent

Unbending branches hold up their hands,

In worshipful praise to the sun's holy bands,

Heartfelt whistles echo the robins coy presence,

While blue jays steal into the nests of pheasants.

Alive is the smell of the pollen in the wind,

Giving always giving...until it's abrupt end.

Find, If you will, the whippoorwill's chant,

And the show-off mockingbirds saying "Who can't?"

Special are these days for carpets of green do evolve,

And evermore we seek the beauty that life does resolve.

In dying, the seeds of our life grow forevermore sublime,

For in our emptying our growth begins as faith upon the line

Tears of Love

My Mother taught us right from wrong,

She bore our foolish dreams,

In the days of our youth, she was always there,

To sew up all our seams,

She dressed us up in all she could afford,

A woman of modest means.

She patched our boo boos and broken hearts,

Form our childhood though our teens,

And I can't remember when it was..

When she instilled the love of God,

But in pieces thoughout her 80 years,

It is her faith that I applaud.

And if she bestowed a gift on us-that I must impart,

It would be the smile of an Irish Lass-emptying her heart!

In times of joy she would laugh so hard and wrinkle up her nose,

So fine a Mom I dare say she was - a wonder I suppose.

And in the wake of such a life,

She would not want us to be sad,

Instead she would want us to find,

The peace and hope she always had.

Our Mom was never perfect, a saint she would never claim to be,

In our lives and hearts she wears our badge of fame for each of us to see,

And if being meek and caring makes one look rather weak,

Our Mom taught us that it is a goal worthy for us to seek.

She would always tell us boys "simmer",

As if we were a tea pot on the boil,

But, hidden in her wisdom having patience and kindness was her goal,

Marion was a Glennon and very proud of it,

Irish through and through!

When your time comes ..look up ..to the gates of heaven,

Mom will be standing with St. Patrick praying for me and you!

The day of us

May I discover in her smile, a distant wind that blows for me,

One may question my intentions, her eyes they set me free,

And the mornings filled with laughter, shinning sun unto your face,

Ever wanting ever craving, no one could ever take your place,

Afternoons we would wander lonely bridges to nowhere,

Holding hands swinging softly in the breeze,

Hoping that something in the mid day air would send us there,
As we enjoyed the waters below our knees.

And as the evening pulls us in, we could see our breath in the air,
Nightime brought the cold frosted leaves a shiver of dispair,
Could this day have to end ever so dark and cold,
Let's go inside and light a fire the rest can not be told.

SHE

Her eyes could tempt the sun through the clouds,
She could entice the morningstar with her smile,
And be so gentle a spirit to dance with the mist,
No one could eclipse her shaddows on the snow.

Fragrant memories linger where she walks,
And high mountains bow at her every word,
Evening questions others to know where she went,
but nightime can't rest without her.

Small animals scurry to sniff her scent,
And birds carry her thoughts in the sky,
Emerald lover so complete,
Endless tomorrows ...with She...

Failure Is Never Final

When first you strive the pain is real,
Once your find that life has bit your heel,

A voice within you start to cry,

It's time to quit, and say goodbye,

You start again on life's crusade,

To achieve, to strive, just to have it fade,
From your knees you start to view,
What was a shell of the former you.

You start to wince when others may say,
"I love winning, I've won again today,

Failure is not where you are,

For there is no place so bizzare,
Instead it's a figment in your head,
And it's waiting for the winning thread.

To weave it's loom of promise there,
To help your failure return to it's lair,
So smile..and start to turn the leaf,
Of all the hopes and new beliefs,
To make the failure stand anew,
His life restored...and his future too.