Wednesday, February 25, 2015

A Walk with the Past

As I walked down an autumn trail,
My memories of long ago started to unveil.

I can feel his spirit as it walks with me,
He holds my hand and looks into my blue
eyes to see.

If love still lives in my heart for him,
Or has the love light become dim?
He kisses my hand with his masterful lips
so full and sweet a taste of long ago,
Does he think he is still my beau?

He left me when snow covered this land,
My emotion will not march to his band.

I once loved him with all my heart and soul,
To him--- my heart is now a piece of coal.

Only a letter he left me---no kiss, no hug,
Did he think I was his accommodating rug?

To walk upon my loving heart---his unfeeling
foot steps did hurt,
Like his unspoken words---and non-kissable lips
---to treat me like dirt.

And now he thinks his Extra Sensory Perception,
Can be sent in my direction.

I say get off my trail and out of my mind,
Your spirit can fly back into time to one who might
enjoy your insensitivities---you are not my kind.

So this therapeutic walk I have taken,
All hurts and bruises it has awakened,
and in my heart he has been forsaken.

My heart is free to love once more,
To all negativity I shut the door.

I feel the cool breeze playing with my hair,
As I leave the trail without a care.

To go home to my present love,
Sent from the Angels from above.

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.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

A Valentine Made with Love

Her little fingers shook as she cut the heart-shaped
Valentine out,
She worried he would not like something she made

---there was a doubt.

Her Valentine box was ready for each little Valentine
to pass through its slot--- in the top of her decorated
shoe box,
She printed with a green crayon---Will You Be Mine?
Circle Yes or No---that will be fine.

She made cards for all the other children in her First
Grade Class,
She placed a red ribbon on his Valentine Card, and
held it gently as if it were precious class.

The next morning all the children were excited when
the School Bell rang,
Today was a special day and her heart sang.

This feeling was as special as Christmas in her heart,
The children all seated closely---but apart.

The teacher said to place the Valentine Boxes on the
long table,
Each child’s name inset on their box---with a golden

The girls gave out their Valentine first, through each
slot they flew,
With the giggle level rising because the boys were
looking they knew.

Then the boys turn came last---and the girls watched
He stopped at her box and kissed the card from him.

Then he looked at her and smiled as her face turned red,
Because she was now the girlfriend of a boy named Fred.

He gave her half of his Hershey candy,
They ate in silence and he held her hand which felt dandy.

The teacher smiled as she watched young love bloom,
Happiness glowed in her First Grade Class room.

She remembered her First Grade Love and his Valentine,
And, she still had it---she thought and he is forever mine.

Young love can last until the end of time,
Sweet innocent love is sublime.

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Saturday, January 31, 2015

Lightning Wolf Loved Morning Glory

Lightning Wolf was the handsomest warrior of all time,
His long large muscular legs instructed his Appaloosa,
by slight pressures as he rode his stallion, Spanish Lime.
His long black hair moved with the rhythm of his stallion---
in the morning breeze,
Muscles rippled and dimpled in his arms---as he led his
six pintos behind him with ease.

His face showed his serious concern for this day,
As he was asking Chief Running Bear for his daughter,
Morning Glory to marry--- come May.

He left his village early before the cook pots were lit,
His mother was so anxious for her son to have a bride;
she had an early morning fit.

The snowflakes waltz gracefully and sparkled in 
the early light,,
Icy multi-patterned flakes whirled around his handsome
head; a beautiful sight..

He thought of her loveliness, her creamy olive skin, 
which felt like silk,
Her amber eyes that could pull the very heart out 
of his chest, and then return it again for its life’s milk.

Morning Glory’s lips were full and passionate, as 
he remembered their----only kiss,
She was still a virgin, a prize beyond compare, 
and her innocence would only added to----their bliss.

He rushed without greeting the morning sun,
No time today---tomorrow that would be done.

On the hill overlooking her village---he stood still 
with his six pintos behind,
What he saw before him---he nearly lost his mind.

A wedding was happening between Owl Eyes and 
his Morning Glory,
His blood ran hot with rage, as he raced down to 
the village to find out the story.

Everyone, turned to face his approach---and Owl Eyes 
pointed to 12 horses---his gift to Chief Running Bear,
Whose look was not of surprise---but that he just did 
not care.

It made no difference to him, who Morning Glory married,
She was not his real child; she was the child his wife 
preciously carried.

Tears of hate and sadness inundated Morning Glory’s face,
This was the first time she hated her race.

Her mother ran to her side, and begged Chief Running 
Bear to stop the wedding now,
He laughed in her face and pushed her away---her tears 
he would not disavow.

No one could stop Lightning Wolf, as he stood on the 
cold hard ground,
He halted the wedding with his shot gun, a blast that 
echoed the sound.

Owl Eyes did not back down as three of his men behind
 him had spears and knives,
But Lightning Wolf was fast with his knife and strength of
many, as he ploughed through the enemy and took their lives.

Chief Running Bear was happy now---he had 18 horses, his 
old wrinkled face smiled as proof---no daughter and no wife,
Because she left the village with Lightning Wolf and Morning 

Glory--- she was starting a new life.
As sun set in all its magnificence wonder, Morning Glory and Lightning Wolf were inside their new teepee,
Where all their passionate love would create another life, this was their love nest where time was spent when they were not sleepy.
Many years later, their great grandchildren visited where the 
village once stood, so proud and successful, and a stone marker 
stands where Lightning Wolf and Morning Glory now rested their head,

Their spirits were long gone to the Hunting Ground in the sky to ride 
the White Buffalo it is read.

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Thursday, January 29, 2015

Mister, Are You a Cowboy?

This poem is dedicated to all the Cowboys of American who help make this great Nation.

Mister, Are you a Cowboy? He asked the tall
man on his horse,
Yes, little man, I am of course.

The little fellow looked cold, because his little arms
were bare,
And the Cowboy could tell there was no one to care.

His clothes were rags and no shoes did he wear.
His big brown eyes all shiny with wonder,

As he patted the Cowboy’s big black horse named thunder.
The Cowboy’s blue eyes glistened with tears as he looked 
at the little arm that stuck out of----- what once was a sleeve,

“Please Mister Cowboy , stay a while, please don’t leave.”

“Where are you from, Son?” He asked as he glanced around the streets of town,

“I ran away from the orphanage.” Was his tearful reply as the little boy looked up without another sound.

He was light as a feather when the Cowboy put the skinny little body behind him,

“Well, hang on little man; we are going to my home.”And my name is Jim.

“My name is Zachary, but that is all I know,
Someone left me at the orphanage on the steps----in the snow.”

Years later, standing by a grave on the frozen Texas dirt,

Stood a tall handsome cowboy , who was hungry no more
--but now his heart hurt.

His twin sons three years old, stood proud and listening
------beside their Dad,
As he told the story of when he was--- just a lad.

And how God had given him a Cowboy Dad to love,

With tears streaming unchecked down his face, he looked above.

“God, take care of my Dad and give him his horse Thunder to ride,

this is a good man who always had my back, and stood by my side.”

“He will make all your Angel children happy riding with him and
Thunder, on your streets of gold,

Where children will always be warm and never cold.”

Amen, he said, and turned to take his sweet wife’s hand,

We will all meet you Mister Cowboy over in Glory land.

The twins dressed like little cowboys, walked slowly behind
their Mom and Dad,

They turned and waved to their precious Grandfather, and then
looked at each other, because they were sad.

On the tombstone was written, “Mister Cowboy Dad.”
 By the lonely graves they stood,
side-by- side- they made their stand,

Two carbon copies of a full grown man,

Hat in one hand and flowers in a vase in to
be placed in the sand.

And by another tombstone, stood a
newer one, it was true,but sad,
On the new tombstone it read, “Our Other Cowboy Dad.”

Around one twin’s legs were little arms wrapped so tight,
She held on to her daddy with all her might.

Until, a big muscled arm reached down to take the hand of
his child,
And bent down to speak softly in her ear, his rough voice he
made so tender and mild.

The other twin held a baby girl in his arms,
He cooed closely to the sweet face smiling back at him, with all
her mother’s charms.

When the sun started down, the twins left the sight,
With their children in hand, as they walked away, their
throats were tight.

So, from Heaven they hoped their Grandfather and father would see,
What great men and fathers they came to be.

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.

Monday, January 5, 2015

Adored By Him

Mary softly rubbed her baby bump,
And was reward with a kick that made her jump.

Where are you Michael she thought---as she 
watched the snowflakes fall without a sound,
Virginally white---each uniquely shaped---whirling 
around slowing landing on the frozen ground.

Michael left 6 months ago---to fly a mission over 
foreign soil,
Only two short letters came in months---thinking 
made her stomach recoil.

Alone in their little love nest of a home---she took 
his letters out,
She read the first one---as she rocked by the fireplace
—and she cried as she read what it was about.

It said:

My beautiful Sweetheart---time is standing still for me
---you are so far away,
My eyes are so lonely--- yearning to see your sweet face
---forever and a day.

This land is not like America---the people just survive from
 one day to the next,
It is like they expect only this---it is like they are hexed.

I read your letters over and again---they are my breath
---my life---my sin,
I feel your body in my mind---your silkiness so warm
---under my skin.

I sleep in your arms each night---the essence comes 
through my mind and wraps around me so protectively,
Your lips kiss me deeply as the night shadows fall
---my heart feels levity.

Your love surrounds me through the day,
And helps the ambiances prolong the stay.

What Heaven gave us---nothing can take 
away---in this world or not,
Our souls and hearts are bonded---fate has made
 its plot.

Take care my precious love---my heart is yours
--- to keep,
When earth is only---- dust particles in space
---love does not sleep.

Forever and always---I am truly yours,
Because it is you---my heart adores.

Love Forever and Always,

Mary rocked holding his letter next to heart
---and fell asleep,
Hours later she awoke in bed---confused she
 started to weep.

And in the room dashed a man in uniform
---with fear on his face,
Mary screamed and jumped into his arms
---this was her place.

My precious you are home---and I have
 a surprise--- for you,
I see your surprise--- and I pray his or 
her eyes--- are blue.

Then doing as all lovers do---made sweet love
---until they heard a mourning dove coo,
Mary and Michael together in bed---slept until 
the sun dried the early dew.

Then Michael said---Mary---May I have this dance
---he asked in his special way,
Have your forgotten my Sweetheart---it is Valentine Day.

Hearts of pure and true love intertwine,
Counting years together--- makes it all the sweeter
---like the finest of wine.

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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