Love is Never Ending

Love is like the sunset
it comes;
it goes;
It lasts forever
until darkness falls.

It breathes within
the ocean;
it washes
out the sand
drifting to the sea.

It is like the seasons
changing with
the times;
coldest in the Winter
born again in Spring.

Love is never ending
like the verses of a poet
as sharp as the pen
that strikes the paper
it ends without a chorus.


Original Poetry by Lucy Tamajon

A Blanket of Stars

There are dreams
embedded deep within
the petal of a rose;
they do not fade with time
they grow.

There are wishes carried
on the wings of doves
to secret places
in our hearts.

There are souls that are
crotchet with loves
sweet threads;
they live as one although
miles away.

There are moonlit nights
when two hearts torn apart by fate
find comfort and rest
under a warm blanket of stars.


Original poetry by Lucy Tamajon

Eternal Souls

A silent scream echoes the endless night;
in the darkness,
your flesh burns mine.

I hide deep inside your heart
immersed within eternal souls.

Your body crushes me,
a gasp for air.

Your mouth consumes
the life within,
breathing a silent prayer.

And, when it's over,
I'm cold and bare.

I search,
I reach,
there is no life,
you are just not there.




Original Poetry by Lucy Tamajon

I Do Not Remember You

I do not remember you at all;
nor the way you looked at me,
nor the comfort of your smile
I'm sorry.

I do not recall at all,
the way you kissed my lips;
nor the way you held me
on those hot summer afternoons
so long ago.

I do not have a shred of memory
of your flesh burning mine;
nor the sound of your voice
as it whispered in the night.

I do not remember you at all;
I am sorry;
nor, do I recall
your heart melting into mine
when you loved me
through those bitter winter nights.

And, now you stand before me
once again,
but, I do not remember you at all
not your eyes, nor your smile,
nor the way you loved me.
I'm sorry.
I don't recall at all.

Lucy Tamajon

Taps

Taps

What must it be like
to be a million miles from home;
in a foreign land
strangers staring
while you sleep.
Hungry, tired, and in defeat
marching in the blistering heat.

What must it be like
to be frightened and alone
wondering if anyone truly cares;
praying in your mind
never giving up hope in your heart.

What must it be like
to watch the world pass judgment
on the uniform you proudly wear
and those filled with hate burn the
flag of your loving homeland.

What must it be like
to love your country so
and serve without remorse, questions,
or rewards.

What must it be like to
be brave and cry a silent tear
to defend what so many disregard
for the land that you hold dear.

What must it be like
to hold your brother in your arms
and sooth his restless heart
as he makes his final stance.



7/6/2009
Lucy Tamajon

Today

Today was one of those days
when you want to scream
but can't;
when your heart is half
a world away
and you want to cry
but can't;
when you question
why there's pain
why there's hate
and you want to sleep
but can't;
when your soul
is somewhere else
and you want to think
but can't;
when you are empty
just a shell;
and you want to love
but can't.

Original Poetry by Lucy Tamajon

A Life Not in Vain

I was told not too long ago, “oh, you are just too nice”. “Thanks, I guess,” was my response and a flashed my smile. I’m not sure exactly why I wouldn’t be “nice”? What’s the alternative? Being mean? Being bitter? Being angry? Why? I don’t understand it.

In any event, I take being “nice” as a compliment; Lord, knows I have been called worse things.
I don’t see myself as being nice, however, I just am. One of my favorite poems is, “Not in Vain”, by Emily Dickinson. I have it taped on the front cover of my daily planner. I want to share with you because it is how I live my life on a daily basis.

Not in Vain
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain.
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live my life in vain.

Today, smile at a stranger. Say good morning to someone that otherwise you would have ignored. Don’t cross the street when you see the “homeless bum” walking your way. Say, “thank you” to the cashier at the grocery store. Give your child an extra hug and a big sloppy kiss. Write your hubby a little love note. And, when the angry jerk on the road cuts you off, flash a smile and say “God loves even you!”

Mother Teresa said, “God does not desire us to do great things, but to do little things with great love.”

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009