Youth Fade 4-3-2013

Youth Fade

I am old and fading,

My petals wilt away.

My makeup looks

Like war paint,

It looks old

And stained.

But within me

Still is beauty.

Just look and 

You will see.

Not far behind is glory,

Wisdom there is too.

The years I've lived

They show.

Like a worn out

Well read book.

But one that 

Was well loved

Open up and take 

A look.

P. Contreras

  

Hope Street

 All along Hope Street

The boxes are full.

The people wait patiently

To see what they've received.

Boxes full of hope for love,

Boxes full of hope for life,

And Boxes full of hope 

for the future.

We never know 

What our box will hold,

Until we open it.

Open yours and 

Have some Hope!

P. Contreras

From A Pal circa 1937 or so

This poem is in memory of my grandmother whom I wrote about today on my other blog,
All Things Wonderful


From A Pal

From a pal to a pal,
Now that everythings over
Can we still be pals?
We can still have fun together
As just two fun loving pals.
Some nights when you are
Lonely you can say,
"Oh Gee",
I still have a pal in
This whole world that's
Willing to be with me,
He's a pal that
Was my sweetheart
A long time ago
A pal that would be
with me anytime I want to go.

                        E. M. Brown

My Love 1-6-1988

These tears that fall
from face to paper are
really tears of joy.

I've found the one
who's part of me and
fills in all the voids.

My happiness is so
immense, I can't
contain it all,

And so I'm writing
all this down, my
feellings to the paper fall.

He is sweet, yet very
strong and holds me
in his arms.

I know he'll always
keep me near and
protect me from
all harm.

Our love is strong,
so very strong and
healthy is our bond.

We'll be together and
love each other
until our days are gone.

He makes me laugh
and makes me think
of all the things to be,

When in our age
we walk together
with all our memories.

                      P. Contreras

Blush 10-6-1980

Pen upon my paper

Thoughts upon my mind

The words were never clearer

The thoughts were ne'er so kind.

And when I think of you

My heart it starts to beat,

My face gets red, starts to burn,

And my body feels with heat.

The feelings were ne'er so deep

The thoughts were ne'er so kind.

Pen upon my paper,

Thoughts upon my mind.

                   P. Conteras