Saturday, May 9, 2015

I am Coming Home to You

She kissed him passionately when he left
for war,
He dreamed of her lips and yearned for

Her letters came often telling of her love and
how much she missed him,
Her sweet love words made his head swim.

Long were the battles and bloody death calls
from his friends who died,
Some fell by his side as he fought and cried.

His only lifeline he hung onto~ her love
letters with each word branded on his heart,
Her sweetness seem to float above him~ to
promise never again would they be apart.

A sniper shot him on his 450th day in battle and
for months he lie in the hospital fighting for his
He dreamed only about his Sweetheart, his wife.

Finally, on the Greyhound bus home~ to surprise her,
When he walked into his home~ it was empty,
not a stir.

Quietly, he walked upstairs towards her voice,
He would make sweet love to her~if that was
her choice.

Opening the bedroom door with a smile,
His heart stopped beating and his breath was
gone for a while.

His precious wife was in bed with another man,
And, all he could do was stare and stand.

In those seconds his heart turned to stone,
He walked away from her---their love was gone.

His whiskey bottle became his best friend,
Because~never empty and it never left his hand.

Yes, she ran after him and tried to talk to him at
every town event,
However, when a love dies---second chances are
not meant.

Forgiveness did not live in his heart of hurt and
His wife and Whiskey killed him~they were to

His parents stood on the cold Georgia ground~their
hearts frozen,
The preacher’s words were heart-wrenchingly

Their sweet trusting boy lies underneath the icy
Georgia clay,
His wife and Whiskey took him away.

She stood dressed in black with tears falling, but
not a care for her~ whom they blamed,
No one called her name, nor, cared if she cried as
his love ones felt maimed.

She stood alone over his grave, and talked softly so
no one could see,
Walk slowly my darling---I will be with you soon
---please my love wait for me.

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Gladiator Mystic Warrior of my Daydreams

When one’s professional life is lived by rote,
And your love life seems remote.
Your head is ringing from a busy morning,
Rush, hurry, get it finished, blood pressure rising
---should be a warning.

I will divulge my secret but promise not to share,
Because this my office friends---is my clandestine 
daytime affair.

Do not take a coffee break,
Stay in your office for your
pleasure’s sake.

Close your eyes and take a
deep breath,
And let all your worries have a
sudden death.

Blow out your stress, and put a
smile on your face,
Because my elicit daydream will
make your heart race.

---You are there---
It is Twilight in the forest in a land far away,
And a new dawn is breaking, as the
sun bashfully appears---and between the
Major Oaks a wondrous sight is stealthfully
riding his mighty black steed on this foggy day.

His dark long shiny hair barely touches
his armor,
Blue eyes seriously searching all about
---as the filtering sunlight through the
trees rebounds as if to shout---I am a Charmer.

He comes here every day on my break,
To meet me for my sake.

I run to him in a long lacy lavender
day dress, he lifts me up and whirls me around,
With a passionate kiss that last until my
feet are on the ground.

His muscular arms so rippled with strength
---as he pulled me tight to his chest in an
armor less hug,
I could only smile and shrug.

“How are you today, my Darling?” he solicited,
I could not answer---just a staring pout as I elicited.

“My lips will find out what vexes my Precious today”
Then he kissed me to the grassy forest floor and I 
wanted much more---but time was over and I had 
to go away.

He stood so handsome and still showed his passionate
But he stood fast by his steed.

Watching as I ran back into the future to work,
Back to my office, messages, appointments, meetings
---it makes me irk.

This is my main office benefit----of an overactive mind
That will twist one’s worries into a dead vine.

The rest of the busy day cannot stress you out,
Because tonight this daydream---will give you another 

And in my nightly dreams he will appear,
Then stay all night---I have no fear.

Now what we need is a time machine,
So I can go back in time and be his Queen.

But for now---I can only boast,
My Gladiator/Warrior is the most.

Stress is not in my vocabulary,
I am waiting for the Time Machine---so we can marry.

There will be no other---no never---sometimes one may 
hear my screams,
I will wait forever, for My Gladiator mystic warrior of my 

© BEPH 2015 All Rights Reserved

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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