She’s become my life
Her breath is mine
Her love, I inhale
As we set sail
Into the Light and Sound
Into The Light And Sound
She’s become my life
Her breath is mine
Her love, I inhale
As we set sail
Into the Light and Sound
Category: Poetry
She’s become my life
Her breath is mine
Her love, I inhale
As we set sail
Into the Light and Sound
Max And Mandy
A lifetime of love
Max and Mandy fell in love at first sight
On the school playground at the age of six
Sharing their M&M’s candy with delight
Mandy bold enough to kiss Max on the lips
They married young, at twenty-one
Two months passed and Max went to war
Ten months later Mandy birthed their son
Night after night she paced the floor
Six months went by without a word
She searched for answers with no avail
Sending daily letters, she was undeterred
Max suffered injuries on a German forest trail
He came home to her a wounded soul
Having witnessed the worst of mankind
Doing her best at damage control
She patched him back towards peace of mind
Many years have passed, their hair grown gray
Still holding hands as they gingerly walk the park
Sitting on “their” bench on a lovely October day
Comfortable in knowing they will soon embark
On a glorious journey that will end their pains
Where the Light and Sound will light their paths
As their undying love brings more spiritual gains
Going home, home at last
My Alabaster Arabesque
Of Womanhood
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Her alabaster skin is a whiter shade than pale
She shuns the sunlight for safety’s sake
It matters not to those who witness her beauty
For it outshines the sun, she’s a cute patootie
She wields her womanly wiles
Her most potent weapon is her seductive smile
The corners pointing upward toward mesmerizing eyes
Which is impossible for her to disguise
As she walks away her gait is suggestive
While sashaying toward me it morphs provocative
Ironically she appears unaware of this display
Of this unintended foreplay
And her laughter is impossibly contagious
Unintentionally flirtatious
As she dances into my welcoming arms
I’m smitten, a captive prisoner of her charms
©2024 Joe Merkle All rights reserved.
Your Perfect World Of Love
It could be anytime, anywhere
When I hold your hand, I disappear
Into your world, into your world
Into your perfect world of love
Spinning, twirling, whirling by
All the moments of my life flying by
Until I hold your hand, when time seems to stand, still
In your perfect world of love
So many days, in so many ways
I feel lost and it’s you I’m calling
And when I hold your hand, I find myself freely falling
Into your perfect world of love
©2024 Joe Merkle All rights reserved
You Are The Reason
Of This New Season
Spring
Born in spring, a new life begins
A baby boy born of woman
Inheriting his ancestor’s sins
Crying over once again being human
Summer
Youth manifests its boundless energy
Sun rays bake skin golden brown
Playing, prancing, light and fancy-free
With energy that knows no bounds
Autumn
Tree leaves that fill Van Gogh with jealousy
Love blossoms within expectant hearts
Lover’s bodies meld zealously
A lifetime ahead for these sweethearts
Winter
The icy cold clatters these aged bones
Heartbroken by Death’s finality
The flag I fly is skull and crossbones
My body, icy cold, stiff, shivering
But Then…A New Mysterious Season
An angel of mercy graced my threshold
Tossed aside my insistent futility
Gently, she removed my blindfold
Now spending eternity exploring infinity
©2024 Joe Merkle All rights reserved.
I have had the privilege of sharing great love all my life. When my wife died in May of 2021 I never thought I would feel a deep, loving connection again. But God took pity on me and sent me an angel disguised as a woman. That was rather sneaky of IT as I wanted no part of this earthly existence anymore. I am forever grateful. I just wonder what IT expects in return. Whatever it may be it should be very interesting indeed.
A Soul On The Wing
A puppet on a celestial string
the dance of moonbeams
across cresting waves
lends to daydreams
of hopes I’ve yet to attain
footprints in the sand
stragglers left behind
ballads are sung by a heavenly band
urging me to stay aligned
waves lapping at my feet
I stare into a starlit sky
this human form seems obsolete
its existence hard to justify
I’m just a contestant in this game show
a puppet on a celestial string
a player in God’s minstrel show
a soul on the wing
sun peeks above the horizon
casting tangerine across the dawn
I’m tripping on nature’s psilocybin
this heavenly phenomenon
Originally published at https://medium.com/poetry-publication/a-soul-on-the-wing-7834636ed097
Trust And Love
They go hand in hand
Which comes first? Love or trust? Can you love without first trusting the one you are sharing it with? Can you trust someone without first experiencing love on some level with said person? Or, are they simply the left and right hands of any feel-good human relationship?
The vast majority of humans learn to trust before they have any concept of love. Their parents and family are the ones they depend on for their daily sustenance and comfort. Their reliance on them is the spark that instills trust. Loving parents and siblings shower them with love. We are surrounding them in a cocoon of protection from the harsh reality of once again being in the flesh.
Most of us are conceived from an act of love. We exist because of God’s love for us.
Trust and love go hand in hand. Is it possible to have one without the other? When we truly love we are trusting ourselves to be a vehicle for that love. No matter the consequences. We choose to trust love regardless of the consequences. When we place our trust in someone it will always contain some level of love. Be it a friend, coworker, lover, or lifelong partner.
Can we love someone without trusting them?
Can we trust someone without some level of love for them?
Which came first? The chicken or the egg?
Which comes first? Love or trust?
I have experienced this from both sides. Placing trust in others eventually led to some level of love for them. And I have experienced a deep, lasting, forever love the moment I met the woman I married and shared my life with. This has led me to more evidence of love bonds from past life experiences.
How can you instantly love someone (that soul connection) without an inkling of trust guiding you? Trusting that inner wisdom?
And then we can play word games. If we combine the two words with a twist we get lust and trove. So is a trove of lust equal to a trusting love? Can mad passionate sex open the doors to a loving, trusting relationship? You be the judge. After all, if you can’t trust yourself can you ever experience self-love?
© 2022 Joe Merkle All rights reserved.
This was originally published on Medium.com.
I’m So Grateful For Lifelong Friends
Friendship
Friendship is the ultimate form of love
Someone you think the world of
A love connection between two souls
A bond written on sacred scrolls
Someone you think the world of
Friendship is a love connection
Deeper than human affection
Always there for you in the best of times
Saviors in your most trying times
While accepting all your imperfections
Laughing, crying, living, dying
Shouldering all that is terrifying
A lifetime of love, a bond unbroken
No words ever need be spoken
Friends, you are the wind beneath my wings
What is friendship? Encyclopedia Britannica defines it like this: friendship, a state of enduring affection, esteem, intimacy, and trust between two people. In all cultures, friendships are important relationships throughout a person’s life span.
How is it that encyclopedias always seem to find a way to make the most meaningful human experiences sound like a classroom lesson taught by an AI robot?
My definition of friendship: Friendship is a love connection. Deeper than a mere handshake or a kiss on the cheek. Time and space do not alter these bonds. Nor do years of separation. A true friend will gladly share your happiest moments and your most trying times. A friend no matter the circumstances.
To quote Lou Gehrig — “I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth.” I have friends in my life that go back 65 years. I have more than a handful of friends that inspired the poem above. Many were in or at my wedding. And consoled me when my best friend, my wife, died. They have been there for the good and bad times. They will be in my heart for all time.
I continue to make new friends. I am gaining new experiences through them. Making new love connections. That is the ONLY REASON we are here. To spread love. To share love. Simply put — to be a good friend.© 2023 Joe Merkle All rights reserved. Originally published on Medium.com https://medium.com/lifeline-poetry/im-so-grateful-for-lifelong-friends-e5a94f60872e
Your Shadow on the Wall
Dancing in the dark
I’m just another ghost
In this lonely ghost town
Searching for what I’ve lost
Hoping to avoid a meltdown
Streets that once contained substance
Now avenues of by-gone memories
Oozing ethereal persistence
No longer resembling terrestrial reality
I drift among the pictures hung
Upon the hallway walls
Where many songs were sung
When your touch was my cure-all
Now it’s your shadow on the wall
I see it plainly, a shining landmark
My love’s port of call
As we dance in the dark
©2022 Joe Merkle All rights reserved
Originally published on Medium.com https://medium.com/p/5866c375a5d6
Life Is Love
I had learned the easy things how to laugh, and cry how to work and play but what a miraculous day it was... when I first laid eyes on you and my mind abandoned me went bounding light and fancy free any sanity escaping me it was... the singular greatest event in my life which as till now and forever shall remain the miracle of you, my wife the holy grail of my life and so... these words seem empty compared to feelings so beyond explaining all the blessings that you've brought to me the greatest being that life is...love as this great adventure continues and news horizons await beyond windows filled with mystical vistas you and I will step through the thresholds unfettered by doubt, anchored by love and so, my love, hand in hand off we go to Adventureland engulfed in crazy puppy love still, after all these years and so...let's go