My Bitter-Sweet Poetry

My Bitter-Sweet Poetry

Some of My Bitter-Sweet Poetry.

I Have Loved and Lost No Matter the Cost!

Copyright, 3/15/2008 By Lisa Ayers

I Have Loved and Lost
No Matter the cost
Many days in years past
As I believed I'd find
A true love that would last
A love that would be
Long by my side
A love that into old age
Would surely take its stride

And many times, yes few,
I came somewhat near, not true,
To that love so yearned for,
Held and esteemed so dear,
Yet so unclear, yes never so clear.

As I saw those around me
Seemingly more blessed than I
Lose their "one true loves"
Left alone, and as lonely as I...
And me, still with no warm kiss
No hand to hold, nor warm body to miss,
Just growing wiser, colder, and ever so old...
I came to conclude, all the bolder,
There never was such a dude,
So Handsome, or crude
That could make me complete
Or safe, or tame, or happy, or sweet.

Only I alone, who loved, and lost
Bore the pain of such heavy
A burden and cost
Of loving to lose
And Losing to love.

On my own from birth
And on my own unto death
I shall sing my sad songs, longingly
With my very last breath
For all I dare to lay bare
As I have loved and lost...
No Matter the cost!
No Matter the cost!

In My Own Back Yard (In My Country)
Copyright 3-3-2008, by Lisa Ayers

I have seen so many places from afar
On the TV, in books, and magazines.
Some seem so mystical and exotic
Some quite strange and even scary
I have dreams of these far away places
Every now and then.

But my country is "America!"
Also known as the "USA."
Which, so I was told in school...
Stands for, "The United States of America!"

Since my birth I have seen very little "uniting."
Only following disasters and acts of violence
Have I witnessed some peoples
Coming together "as one."

All the while...
Far away lands have beckoned to me,
As I have fought for my place in My Country.

Often forgotten, or falling in the cracks
Searching for the home I was promised
Told to trust the untrustworthy
And follow the other blind sheep
I had little sleep or happy dreams.

Now I finally see
How very few differences there are today
Between we and our
"Dark and deceptive" enemies
On the other side of the world.

After all the bickering and finger pointing
Across the seas
Now I can finally see
I need not travel far
To find a foreign land
For it has found me...
In my own back yard.

All in Passing Conversation
by Lisa Ayers
Copyright, 3/2008

All in passing conversation
Deverted attentions swirl
From girl to boy
And from boy to girl.

The sad silences
In grey spaces between
Play hide and seek
With promises, they die,
Forgotten.

All are lost
In their own confusion
All is said
Yet no one hears
As the noise and madness
Of the real world
Laughs and cries
In blissful agony.

And All is lost...
The words, the meanings, the memories, the feelings.
All lost...
In passing conversation.

My own lil' lily pad
Is very shaky, leaky, and sad
Its frayed on the edges
And worn in the middle
It has been shaken
And played with
Like an old country fiddle
Just the same
It's mine, all mine
And the comfort it's given me
Most of the time
Has been so very sweet & genuine
So I will stay at least a while longer
On my comfy lil' lily pad
After all, I think it's not really so bad.

Not quite alive
But still breathing
And heart beating
Floating above the trees
And down through rooftops
Seeing what is not obivous
To the naked eye
I was temporarily lost
Somewhere inbetween
Heaven and Earth
Between solid ground
And the falling sky.