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Dear Friend ~ a haiku

Anne Bender — Wed, 14 Apr 2010 20:25:01 +0000

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Twenty years go by
Our lives passed before our eyes
A friend gone too soon

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Life is short, sometimes shorter than we would expect. Twenty years ago I was 18. Twenty years ago life was just beginning. Twenty years ago seems like yesterday. Twenty years ago was so long ago. This poem and song is dedicated to my friend, whom I lost touch with yet never forgot.

Ever since I was a little girl this has been my favorite song. Something about it has always lifted my spirits even though it is a very sad song.

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Love Story

Anne Bender — Tue, 13 Apr 2010 13:05:39 +0000

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Emily & Emil Tuma 1941

The greatest love story you never read
In letters and postcards and pictures
Tears flow from my eyes and thoughts through my head
A beautiful story, only richer

The greatest love story you never heard
It is whispering in my ears
Intently piecing through the words and images
The beauty of it never so clear

The greatest love story happened years ago
In a little town not so far away
My grandparents left the pieces behind
Forever a vision of yesterday

The greatest love story never forgotten
Kept in boxes and albums to remind us
Recreating a world of so long ago
Tucked safely away for the curious

The greatest love story is yet to be told
Passed to me to share with you
They loved and laughed, lived and died
Hand in hand, arm in arm, through and through

Rapture

Anne Bender — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 02:46:38 +0000

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and here you are
on my mind once again
thoughts adrift and unheard
images of vibrant yellows, oranges, reds
shadowy and unfettered by words

my inner self brightens
vibrating with a scorching heat
needful wants and desires
drowning out background noises
harsh beatings of my heart afire

wishing the mind to still
the heart to feel
the body to pulse

opening myself to this
restless and hungry
nothing and nobody else

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Learning to Limerick

Anne Bender — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 05:28:00 +0000

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I decided to take some of Holly‘s advice on crafting poetry and practice with the various forms. This is truly not as easy as it might seem. And it does not help when you pick words like ‘under’ that have so few words with which to rhyme. Good or not, I had fun writing it.

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There once was a young lass from down under
Who would cause men to howl like thunder
She’d sway to and fro
Putting on quite a show
Leaving nothing for the imagination to wonder

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Image courtesy of Easyguy…

An Exercise In Rhyming

Anne Bender — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 17:35:00 +0000

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I have a thought and sing a song
dreaming about days long since gone
you and me, me and you
Tra-la-la turns into fiddle-dee-dee
it’s more than just a memory
we dance and shimmy, shimmy, too

A random explosion flows sublime
words and ideas fuse in rhyme
a heartbeat, a pulse, and I blush
Free-floating, hovering from above
mind and body, together thereof
moving in rhythm, feeling the rush

image courtesy of ☠ The Punk ☠’s.

In Love

Anne Bender — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 22:54:00 +0000

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In the night
there is a soft humming
light
almost unheard
it is the wind
it whispers your name
I feel a rising in my chest
deep
embracing
you are near
warmth is all I feel

Today is special
I am in love
I will always feel this intensity
this hold you have over me
it is so strong
never yielding
always in my heart
your eyes
speak more than your lips will ever allow
it is your eyes
they delve into your soul
show all that you are

Compassion
love
music
mindset
a full sense of being
a lust for the enlightenment you bring
all I am
is yours
all I can be
is yours to seek out

I breathe
live
love
die
it is for you
for you to create
for you to love
my heart is yours
no one will ever touch me the way you do

image courtesy of jmvnoos.

Autumn Haiku

Anne Bender — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 02:15:00 +0000

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floating in the air
hues change orange, yellow, red
cool temperatures

image courtesy of frazerweb.

Sappy Love Poem

Anne Bender — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 02:22:00 +0000

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With every passing minute
And each new breath I take
Longing for your touch, your scent
A feeling of peace as I wake

Overwhelming, this feeling I get
I know deep in my soul it’s true
This love I feel is never-ending
All my life I’ve been waiting for you

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… For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
… True love ‘s the gift which God has given
– Sir Walter Scott. 1771-1832.

… Owe no man anything, but to love one another.
… Love is the fulfilling of the law.
– New Testament.

… Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.
– Old Testament

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The Great Cookie Caper

Anne Bender — Mon, 19 Jan 2009 23:34:00 +0000

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I found this in my emails. The email is dated December 26, 2001. Now before I start crying, I can feel the tears coming, let me get through this short introduction. This was written by my father-in-law for my kids, his grandkids, in honor of his son and their father. See, Glenn, I still have trouble saying the name, passed away right before Thanksgiving in 2001. Although he was no longer my husband he was still my best friend. I miss him daily. Terry, his father, passed in December 2003. I miss him, too. Okay, no crying. This is actually quite a humorous and true story. Enjoy.

THE GREAT COOKIE CAPER

by Terry Bender

T’was three days before Christmas and all through the house,

A mother baked cookies, a red apron over her blouse.

First came the batter, mixed in a bowl of bright green,

Then the curious eyes of her children could be readily seen

Staring just over the table where she filled out each sheet,

With spoonfuls of batter, dropped in rows, oh, so neat.

When the temperature was right, into the oven they went,

A process, the children, would strongly resent.

For they knew from the beaters that mixed up the batter,

That her sweet, tasty mix — didn’t require the latter,

But into the oven they went, sheet after sheet.

Unaware it denied them their new tasty treat.

The kids became curious as they stared at the bowl

On a table, now empty, how much more did it hold?

Glenn carefully timed a reach in the bowl from the top,

But a well-aimed wooden spoon, brought that to a stop.

“Now, you kids just wait!” their mother did scold,

While secretly admiring they’d dare be so bold.

“When the timer goes off, you’ll see what we’ve made…”

“But until the clock rings, you’ll just have to behave!”

She smiled as she looked down into those pouting blue eyes,

“I know you, Glenn Bender, that’s just a disguise!”

Glenn looked down at his sister, then both sulked away,

A mother’s wood spoon, once again, ruled the day.

Then hours passed by, as their Mom baked away,

She could hear the kids nearby, innocently at play.

When out from the living room, the phone began to ring,

Mom ran to answer it, then turned to see an incredible thing…

From under the tablecloth, she saw Glenn’s tiny feet

And a tiny head, bob up by her cookies, for a peek

She quickly checked the room where she heard them at play,

And found only Tracey with her dolls, chatting away.

She watched a small hand grab three cookies at a clip,

Then back under the table, the little hand would slip.

Unbeknownst to young Glenn, it was his Dad on the phone.

“You’ve got to see this” Mom said, “so quickly come home!”

Mom stayed by the phone ‘til she saw the Police Car out front

And watched as Dad and his partner climbed out with a grunt.

Then, from the car, the two rushed trough the front door,

Then straight to the place Mom saw the feet on the floor.

With flashlights now lighting the scene of the crime,

A startled Glenn Bender, knew he’d had it, this time!

As his partner started to read the culprit his rights,

His Dad bagged a cookie, missing three tiny bites.

Waving goodbye to his Mom, Glenn was soon wisped away,

To be printed and mugged at the Police Station that day.

The cops searched his pockets, where more cookies were found,

Glenn’s eyes rolled upward, and made a soft, “Oh, Oh!” sound

A statement was then taped, where he admitted his crime:

The willful theft of Mom’s cookies, one at a time!

They soon felt sorry for Glenn, now a faint tear in his eye,

They pondered whether or not they‘d let him slide…

Then the Cops all agreed, ‘cause it was Glenn’s first offense,

They’d let him go, this time…and hide the evidence.

With a twinkle in his eye, they all ate the cookies he had taken,

No loss, Glenn thought, plenty more, at home, Mom was bakin’.

With no charges were filed, his name wouldn’t make the paper,

A wiser Glenn was now free…to plan his next Cookie caper!

From that Christmas forward, Glenn behaved like he should,

‘Cause Mom snuck him some cookies whenever she could.

As for Glenn, his lesson wasn’t that crime doesn’t pay,

But learning, when it came to Christmas, all ages will play!

Walking on the Sand

Anne Bender — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 00:39:00 +0000

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Walking on the sand
their feet bare
the water gently rushing the shore
stars in the heavens
shine upon them in a blanket of brilliance
the moon, almost full, but not quite round
staring at the two figures
making their way down the lines of time
hand in hand
fingers entwined
hearts racing
he looks at her
she smiles as she feels his eyes
a mild caress of moisture as the water creeps slowly up
they stop
staring out into the night
nothing but deep blue
he brushes her hair aside
gently touching her cheek
she shivers
his arms lightly brush against her
holding her close
feeling the breath of each other
eyes meet
a love so intense is seen
leaning forward, meeting
a feeling of true depth is reached
no one could ever take this moment, this feeling away
for it is captured in the very essence of their being
it is them, as two, as one

one writer's provenance » poetry

Dear Friend ~ a haiku

Twenty years go by Our lives passed before our eyes A friend gone too soon

Love Story

Rapture

Learning to Limerick

An Exercise In Rhyming

In Love

Autumn Haiku

Sappy Love Poem

The Great Cookie Caper

Walking on the Sand

Twenty years go by
Our lives passed before our eyes
A friend gone too soon