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He Chose Her…


You came to me as promised,

Like many secret nights before.

With a single rose and, those heartbreak eyes.

Which could only be yours.

 

Your strong embrace entrancing,

I breathe in your manly essence.

Your hands encompass my body,

Yet I feel you restraining your lust.

 

Your kiss lacks its passion,

A lifeless vessel you’ve become.

Going through the motions,

I’ve lost you, my love…

 

The day has finally come,

I sense your goodbye.

I feared she would win out,

The dreams of what could be were a lie.

 

I must go on without you,

With this emptiness I know.

I can’t begin to mend the bleed,

Now that you chose to go…

 

©2017 Elizabeth Dianne Allee

Image credit: https://hilif.deviantart.com/art/Solitude-660427303

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Pray For Las Vegas

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First round not a threat to life,

Initially many believed.

Fire-works, they began to look,

But colorful lights they did not see.

 

Screams from the crowd erupted,

People began to run and fall.

Blood started to flow,

From faces, necks and hearts.

 

Which way to run, no one knew.

What direction were the bullets coming?

At least 20 minutes it seemed, continuous rounds,

Automatic weapons rushing.

 

58 dead, over 500 injured,

Our city forever changed.

Pray for Las Vegas.

Each victim has a story and a name…

 

©Elizabeth Dianne Allee

October 3, 2017

Image: http://nashvillepublicradio.org/post/country-music-performers-respond-after-mass-shooting-las-vegas-festival#stream/0

These Hearts, 6 Varied Interpretations…

Photo taken on one of my desert adventures. It struck such a strong symbolic chord with me. Too perfect to not photograph and write on. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading.

Photo: My collection. NV

Photo: My collection. NV

A heart separated,
Broken preceding.
Breaking still,
But beating.
——-
Independent at last,
Finally free.
With wounds and scars
Easily seen.
——-
Standing alone,
Yet afraid to leave forever.
Close it remains,
Unable to sever.
——-
Pain and loss.
Time and decay.
Eventually,
Ripped the heart away.
——-
Fallen from the largest part,
No longer whole.
Longing to be reunited,
But God’s taken their soul.
——-
An island of love,
Once flourishing.
In an instant shattered,
The heart will keep beating…

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

Tomorrow…

Day descends once more.

Again, I am left with ache,

Waiting to join her…

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

“A Time to Mourn, A Time to Dance”… (Tales of new beginnings)

Snap out of it; it’s over
There nothing you can do
The self pity is strangling
Move on and start anew

You’ve fallen and it hurt
You’re a little broken and bruised
But you’re on track to succeed
Get focused in that groove

I write for catharsis
I write so others feel less marooned
I write to encourage empathy
For people not like you

I’ve been on pause to mourn
I’m shedding the feelings of doom
Time’s stood still long enough
I must reclaim hope and gratitude…
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This is part of my journey. My mistakes and trials help me grow. Acceptance has been hard this time, but I’m still here. I’m still breathing. My heartbeat and my pain are evidence of life, and I owe it to God, myself, and those I love… To strive.

©E.D. Allee
May, 2014

New sobriety date: May 10,  2014

Let It Go…

A day of could have beens
Of should have beens
Of would have beens

A day of was nots
Of not meant to be’s
Of just didn’t happens

This truth can never be covered up.
Can never be changed.
Can never be reversed.
Never be wished away.

Mourn the loss
But don’t lose right now
Move forward
It’ll be okay somehow

May 5th 2014

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

What I Miss The Most… (Writer’s Digest Poem Day Challenge) Prompt: Elegy

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“That time don’t wait for nobody”
You often would say
Staring into the unseen
With a reflective gaze

You were a man of strong faith
Always seeking the truth
Sifting though pages to keep learning
Writing and sharing what you knew

You were strong and gentle
At times stern, but always loving
You referred to us kids as “mutts”
We were  all “Gertrude” when your memory was buckling

You played a mean game of checkers
And our tennis matches were so much fun
And, not sure how, but your ham sandwiches
Are still the best in the world, bar none!

I miss your garden and your golf ball collection
I miss your spray painted high top converses
I miss pretend face shaving with closed razors
I miss putting bows in your hair till you looked ridiculous

I miss so many things about you PaPa
I could write on and on about the grandfather I knew
Words of good memories would accrue endlessly
But in my heart, what I miss most is you…

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

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