Longo-Geremia

SPEAK GENTLY Speak gently to my heart Don’t say the words It doesn’t want to hear. Step lightly My soul cannot bear The sorrow any more Tell me things only That make my spirit soar. I w ant these ending years To be What they never were before. Sign in to see full entry.

A MURMUR OF A MEMORY A murmur of a memory That’s all it takes To steal your heart To another time To another place A murmur of a memory That’s all it really takes To see you live again Eternally In my embrace. Sign in to see full entry.

And that’s the way he lives Shuffling slowly across the room Looking back from time to time To see where he has been. His mind walking at a fas ter pace. Frustration and anger Steal his mood A prisoner of himself No way to cure the fault And he lingers here and there Contemplating one thought:... Sign in to see full entry.

A Helping Hand Where is the fire in my soul That made me think that I could live forever’ Why did my smiles Turn to tears What happened in these years. Life doesn’t get better with every passing day. The petals fall off the rose Eventually. ‘ We finally understand We are alone you and I No one there... Sign in to see full entry.

My Uncle Fred in nineteen forty four an aunt of mine married a man she met in the War a southern boy from west Virginia way the kindest man I ever knew. I was seven each afternoon late in the day I walked to the El next to the grocery store and waited for uncle Fred at the bar-room door he would... Sign in to see full entry.

A Simple Request Please No prayers No tears No eulogy Let me be. No songs No Woes. Too much noise And strife Already In this life. People who know Will see Your hypocrisy. You were never there When you were supposed to be. Leave me alone. Let me own My Eternity With those I wish to be. Sign in to see full entry.

The true horror of DEMENTIA whatever the cause – Parkinsons, Alzheimers—is that they are aw a re of what is happening to them. The true pain is “all in the knowing.” I needed to revise this “poem: and make it clearer to the readers. I hope I was more successful this second time. I understand the... Sign in to see full entry.

WASTED YEARS Wasted years Wasted tears Wasted words And Wasted fears. Always trying to please. Never good enough Never enough. Always wrong. Never right. Body broken Spirit too. I’ve learned my lesson Never too late Can’t do that to me Again End of debate! Sign in to see full entry.

Unchained Memories To hell The stories you tell! They bleed me I’ve heard the telling before And prayed I wouldn’t hear them anymore. Imprisoned memories Chained in dark corners of my mind Free again To crucify. Sign in to see full entry.

Not Just A Memory You’re not just a memory You all live in me. The way I walk. The way I talk The color of my hair. How I feel What I say My special ways. You’re not just a memory. You’re all still there. Sign in to see full entry.