I Didn’t Know

The day you asked me
if I’d marry you
how could I have foresee
when we said I do

And the wedding was over
on that very same day
word coming from Dover
that you’re called away

How could I ever know
you’d be taken from me
before the bouquet I’d throw
or the reception we’d see

Rice still in the packet
the sound of running feet
making such a loud racket
as our eyes would meet

“I’m so sorry,” was said
“Darling, I love you!”
as away you were led
with the groomsmen too

No, I didn’t know
left crying I’d be
’cause you had to go
fight for our country

Just be safe, baby,
 wherever you may go
 and come home so maybe
that reception we’ll throw!

Teresa Marie  8/16/11

For you, Nate, and Military Appreciation Week

Left Standing Alone

You left me standing alone

The church was full today

The ringing of my cell phone

I wanted to run away

I’m sorry’s all you said

With so many staring faces

Wished you were dead

A tear my cheek traces

Was none of it meant?

The passion was it fake?

When we lay together spent

Was all a big mistake?

Hate you for doing this

Should have told me before

And given me a kiss

Before you hit the door.

Teresa Marie  8/16/11

Poetry Potluck Week 48:
Passionate Nights of Love

I Am Temptation

I am temptation

Let me entice you

There is no wrong

In whatever you do

Life is for pleasure

To only feel good

Indulge yourself in it

I think you should

I won’t lead you

where you shouldn’t be

You will be safe

In my company

Have no concern for

What God has to say

Come follow me

He’s not there anyway

You can not resist

My lure and appeal

Don’t worry, I insist

Your soul I won’t steal.

Teresa Marie  8/16/11

 

My Ship

I have waited and waited
down here by the sea
for your ship to come in
darling, where can you be?

As my tears fall softly
they mix with the rain
did your ship wreck
and are you in pain?

Thoughts of our passionate
nights of love-making
run through my head
yet my heart is breaking

I look to the horizon
but my effort’s in vain
though your ship’s not there
with all hope I remain

My darling, my husband
where can you be?
Forever will I wait
for you by the sea.

Teresa Marie  8/16/11

Poetry Potluck Week 48 Entry

The Sands of Time

The sands of time
in your hourglass

You should not waste
on what doesn’t last

For they constantly fall
down toward our end

Be careful on what
your sand you spend

Don’t dream them away
on castles to make

Or the important things
you will often forsake

And they’ll run out
before you do find

The path you’re on
is the wrong kind

The sands of time
wait for no one

To the Father and Son
it’s time to run.

Teresa Marie  8/16/11

Dance With Me

Come with me dance
my sugar plum fairy

While we’ve the chance
let us be merry

While the snow falls
’round the sugar tree

Before winter’s end calls
dance sugar plum fairy

In your ballet sweet
through the snow glide

With bows we meet
prancing side to side

Comes the final dip
when our dance is done

As away we slip
with the setting sun.

8/15/11