u/Agreeable-Usual1119

I glimpse at the glare
That blinds my eyes
I hear possible hellos
but are they goodbye?

I listen for a true love
That I’ll know is real
I’ll see where it’s at
even if it’s concealed.

I touch the tendrils
Of warmth for me
I smile at the jokes
That lovers can see.

Yet why am I stopping
I can’t grasp the bough
Am I too young to see
what’s ahead somehow?

Whatever the answer
I’ll continue the quest
And wherever I finish
I’ll know that it’s best

I glimpsed at the glare
once blinding my eyes
because I said my hello
To that one great guy

I’ve felt that true love
That I knew was real
I knew where it was
and why concealed

I touch the tendrils
Of love meant for me
I laughed at the jokes
only we two could see

I’m no longer stopping
I’ve grasped the bough
Not afraid in the moment
of what’s ahead somehow

Whatever that answer
We’ll continue the quest
And wherever we finish
We’ll know what is best,

I glimpsed at the glare
That blinded my eyes
There’s no more hellos
for he since has died

I yearn for a new love
that could become real
but now there’s no clue
because it is concealed

I cherished the tendrils
Once meant for just me
I loved our experiences
that made us so happy.

But now I am stopping
I can’t grasp the bough
So, I’m left in wonder of
What’s ahead somehow?

Whatever the answer
I’ll continue the quest
And wherever I finish
I’ll know that it’s best.
©️LGE 3/15/2026

In these days with much hate rising,
I wish to be invisible and untouched.
So my heart with wings glides calmly
and my striving cascades me home.

Where then I will careen through life
with much lightness in my days ahead.
Striving for good, trying to make a
difference by being a good example.
©️LGE 3/16/2025

I have this constant overflow of emotion that causes me to put them into rhyme
or plain verse and I am glad that I am able to share my words.
Yet.. sometimes these emotions emit into tears of deep set anguish that I cannot
share in words or verse. Yeow! It is painful indeed.
Please tell me I can keep my sanity…. Because I often yearn to be set free from
this unspoken - unsettling urgency.
What better way than if I could interpret my tears into words. Perhaps I then
could create a nuanced and soothing new set of songs to still my soul
©️LGE 4/8/2026

I rejoice in those many ‘tics’ in language
where there can be so much confusion.
I clearly must find the right words to use
so I will create that perfect conclusion.

Confusion’is seen in words ending in ‘tic’
With our thoughts based on absolution.
Starting with the practical, the pragmatic,
Our words become those that are proven.

The opposite of pragmatic is an utopian;
Unrealistic, visionary, and so dramatic.
That’s clearly me, a starry-eyed woman,
for I am viewed as a certified romantic.

Who else would scribe a romantic story
my heartfelt dreams coming to fruition?
Who else cries and laughs when I write
loving the results with earnest ambition.

As in all things there must be an ending.
For soon there won’t be more to ensue.
I must find a conclusion & put it to bed
relinquishing my story for you to pursue!
@LGE May 29, 2025

In these days with much hate rising,
I wish to be invisible and untouched.
So my heart with wings glides calmly
and my striving cascades me home.

Where then I will careen through life
with much lightness in my days ahead.
Striving for good, trying to make a
difference by being a good example.
©️LGE 3/16/2025

The ridiculousness nowadays are passwords.
Before who really cared what that idiom means.
We didn’t care about safety in using the Internet.
We found our friends through much safer things!

For not too long we’re tasked to change our PW.
Should it be totally new or change a few letters?
But sometimes we have to make long ones too:
The preponderance-are numbers so much better?

I find it great to use gibberish but only as a joke.
Not when I want to get with a friend on Facebook
Finding the last password is not what I thought,
so once again I found a new PW and hoped it took.

Then the PW is not good enough so I then try again,
times how many who knows so too many PWs later-
I make a phone call to a nonexistent entity for help
where what I enter in my phone will become safer!

But again it is gibberish of which I decidedly detest!
So again I’m forced to write something meaningless.
I really want my words in a letter to send in snail mail
instead of chatting with my friends with the Internet!

But “thoroughly modern” Linda will then still persist
by using the Internet because she will not let it win!
So she carries a logbook recording all of her PW’s
but now puzzled as to which-she must begin-again!
©️LGE April 22, 2023

The ridiculousness nowadays are passwords.

Before who really cared what that idiom means.

We didn’t care about safety in using the Internet.

We found our friends through much safer things!

For not too long we’re tasked to change our PW.

Should it be totally new or change a few letters?

But sometimes we have to make long ones too:

The preponderance-are numbers so much better?

I find it great to use gibberish but only as a joke.

Not when I want to get with a friend on Facebook

Finding the last password is not what I thought,

so once again I found a new PW and hoped it took.

Then the PW is not good enough so I then try again,

times how many who knows so too many PWs later-

I make a phone call to a nonexistent entity for help

where what I enter in my phone will become safer!

But again it is gibberish of which I decidedly detest!

So again I’m forced to write something meaningless.

I really want my words in a letter to send in snail mail

instead of chatting with my friends with the Internet!

But “thoroughly modern” Linda will then still persist

by using the Internet because she will not let it win!

So she carries a logbook recording all of her PW’s

but now puzzled as to which-she must begin-again!

©️LGE April 22, 2023

Teachers say Theatre and Theater are different.

Theatre is what the actors on a stage create.

A theater is where people come to see a play.

As an author, I’m directing and producing too.

As I write my story my words belong to actors

and as I write my book it becomes my stage!

My actors are created by me as the playwright

I don’t need consent to stage my productions!

My cast of characters’ lines are within my book

I create my characters and see them as integral.

I put them on a stage, my book, and let them live!

For the theater and the theatre all belong to me!

In proofing my book as I write I become the critic.

I will when necessary get rid of an actor or actress

I am always in command of the actors, on the stage

For I am the author and the creator of my production!

©️LGE October 23, 2024

Many a time I feel alone and feel sadness

But of course I’m sad - right I am alone - yet

My sadness is not because no one loves me

But because I have no one to share my joy

Alone but with joy! How does that make sense?

Alone and sad… is supposed to be the words

Yet I see a world with beauty in it - much joy in it

Thus, I cry for and long to share my joy in life

Living life in an oxymoron does feel moronic

What kind of nut am I?- do I need to take a rest?

I must as they say - need my head examined

Yet I am sane as I can be - life is just unseemly

So in oxymoron - I stayed awake thinking of my joy

©️LGE 2/12/2021