The Words We Say- ( Kittens)

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Love,

Junie

Poem: Letting Go

Letting Go


I thought I glimpsed in you
a thing so sweet and pure...
endearing to the heart
 as babies’ smiles can be.

I held close that illusion,
kept it safe - secure-
 still, the truth was there
and  struggled to be free.

I pushed away all doubts.
Tuned out unwanted vibes.
I culled through all your words
and kept a few to treasure.

I never lost the faith.
I never gave up trying,
or hoping that the pain
 would be outweighed by pleasure.

Sleep, now, is slow in coming, 
still, when it comes you’re there,
 until- again- behind
your armored walls you flee!

Just as you are in daylight-
enclosed in walls of stone-
 the doorway hidden well,
so no one can see.

I feel the time is nearing
when I must set you free...
to let go of my dreams
and all of my illusions.

My days, I find, are muddled.
My mind is in a whirl!
…So weary of this pain
and living in confusion.

June Kellum~2005

Poem: "Past, Present, Future"

"Past, Present, Future"

(Posted on Face Book today)

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Poem: Just Words

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 Just Words

Loving and Losing
Changes, beginnings
Sighing and crying,
Leaving and endings

Deceptions, forgiveness,
Lying, betraying,
Trusting, Not trusting
Not sleeping, still praying

Tossing and turning
 Hoping, despairing
 Confusions...Not knowing
 Illusions... still caring

Wondering and trying,
Wanting and waiting
 Sparring, and scarring,
 With constant berating

June Kellum
Sept, 2010

Poem: Today I Feel So Restless (a Re-post-again!)

~Re-post from 2006~

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Poem: Today I Feel So Restless & To blog or Not to blog

To blog or Not to blog....

...that is the question!

And the answer probably should be NO for today, since I'm in such a down mood. I feel like I am just floundering with no direction !

One reason is I had a restless night- bad dreams!
... And , someone , please tell me dreams do not mean anything!!! If they do I'm in Big trouble!


Looking out my window I see lots of things to make me feel happy! It's a perfect spring day- the kind that usually brings a smile to my face! Maybe the day can eventually work it's magic on me! I hope so!

I am listening to Jackson Browne today and although I love his music he tends to write sad lyrics so maybe it's not my best choice for today!

Could be worse though, I could be playing Leonard Cohen :)

( a feeble attempt at a joke- so things are looking up!! :) )


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...a sad poem to fit my mood...



Today I Feel So Restless


Today I feel so restless, with nothing calling me.
Nothing grabs my interest, or guides me to explore.
There’s naught I want to do - no folks I want to see.
So I’ll pull my shades and stay behind my door!

There are stacks of books I’ve hoarded, for days just like today,
and music I’ve been meaning to give a listen to.
There are phone calls I should make, and bills that I could pay!
But my life’s on Hold, because I’m missing you!

It’s, so, like a paralysis, this inability.
I find it all so taxing… to move myself along.
The simple chores of living are not what they should be,
becoming worse each day that you are gone.

I’ll make it through this day. I know I will, somehow.
Tomorrow - I might be with you again.
Just seeing you once more, will change my WOE to smiles.
Until that time this loneliness will win!


June Kellum

Poem~ Just Words

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Just Words


Here we are, my one true love,
together-you and me.
Against all odds,
we’ve braved the storms-
faced all adversity.

We’ve climbed the hills
and boulders - moved-
together; found our way.
We’ve fought the fights
...our choices made...
to bring us to this day.

As in a dream, we’ve traveled far,
the paths not always clear.
Only love- the one sure thing-
could lead us both to ’here!’

And in this place and on this day
is where I want to be.
All we have, I will embrace...
this love surrounding me.


June Kellum
Feb 21, 2010

Pondering...( a re-post from Junie's Place)

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Pondering

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This is nothing to do with Christmas...nothing to do with anything at all- just some random thoughts I've had recently.


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Isn’t life strange?

It escapes me completely, sometimes...
Still, at times I think I have a handle on things...JUST SOMETIMES... not often enough to make a difference, really!

The people who enter into my life are a mystery ...a puzzle never to be completed. Some of the essential pieces are missing... chewed up and swallowed by the hounds of times passed!

A safe, cool, calm place is where I, so, long to be!

Yet, here am I, caught up in working puzzles with missing pieces!


Junie Rose
Nov 2007

Poem: Replaced

Replaced

Replaced…the sunshine with the gloom.
Replaced…the brightness with the rain.

Replaced…the laughter with my tears.
Replaced…the pleasure with the pain.

Replaced…the trust
and all the dreams and plans…

with nothing more than
sandcastles in the sand.


June Kellum
2003

The Words Said ~ ( a repeat )

The Words Said

The words said…sometimes so harsh and cruel.

They leave scars that never fully heal.

They crust over with a covering, superficial,

that only serves, from others, to conceal.

Still, the wound is there below the surface,

and subject to eruptions, evermore.

The careless deeds and hurtful words once spoken,

prevent the healing of this hidden sore.

Words flung out in anger are like daggers.

They pierce the soul and penetrate the heart.

Deflating any feelings of wellbeing.

Leaving loneliness that never will depart.

Still, we search for simple understanding…

make excuses - try to rationalize.

And every time the scab, again, is broken

it manages to take us by surprise.

June Kellum

Sept 2005

Poems: My rainy day poems...

The Rain

The rain came down today,

littering blossoms on the ground.

Leaving all in disarray.

Spring’s glory scattered!

…As my love’s been beaten down,

with consistent disregard

- impersonal as the rain-

as if it never mattered.

June Kellum

2004

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The Sky Today

The sky, today,

is dark with clouds.

The sun is hidden well.

And though

I have the heat turned up,

the chill

I can’t dispel!

The gloomy day

has taken hold-

seems settled in to stay.

All things of cheer-

all sunny thoughts-

have all

been chased away!

…But is it just the

sunless day

that chills me to the core?

…Or fear that I have lost you -

will not see you anymore?

June Kellum

2004

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Raindrops

Raindrops fall, relentlessly!

The color in the day,

has vanished so completely-

been taken, clear, away.

Just one name I’ll give it.

Drab describes it well.

The day is wrapped in sorrow,

a dismal shade of pale.

Raindrops on the window

make ripples in my view;

distorting all I’m seeing-

cast in this faded hue.

The world outside seems burdened,

bent down with all the rain;

the way my heart is heavy

and drowning with the pain.

June Kellum

June 25, 2006

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K-

There you have all my rainy day poems!

Not to worry, friends!

I realize into every life a little rain must fall!

Love,

Junie Rose ;)

Poem: My Nights Are Long

My Nights Are Long

My nights are long and lonely.
So many thoughts invading.
Rendering nil and useless,
my feeble stabs at sleep.

Thoughts scuttling, to and fro,
of all the words we’ve spoken…

yet, many more left dangling-
unborn - or buried deep.

Past phrases leap and frolic.
Unanswered questions linger.
Meanings lost in limbo,
the two of us have found.

Be still! My weary soul
is needing rest and solace.
Still, endlessly, the memories
continue swirling ‘round!

At last, sleep is descending;
so deep that dreams can‘t follow.
And for the moment resting
- the puzzle - ‘You and Me.’

This welcomed rest I covet,
embrace it, seek to hold it!
For these fleeting hours…
I know that I am free.


June Kellum
2005

Poem: Anger

...Too often this is true...

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Poem: Ginga's Lament

Ginga’s Lament


Remember the old days when our house
was the place they all wanted to be?
Where they never would run out of cookies,
where all were contented and free?
Where a nap could be taken - or not!
…And with so many things to explore!
Sadly, those days have bypassed us.
They’re, plainly, not here any more!
Wet slip ‘n’ slides in the summer…
with baby girl turned bowling pin,
knocked down ’accidentally’ by brother,
viewed on film, again and again!
Halloween parties and birthdays,
Easter egg hunts, by the score...
Football games and award days,
I miss them; it seems, more and more.
Remember the late nights of TV
with kids laying flat on the floor?
Thick quilts to cushion their slumber?
When did that stop, I implore?
And late nights of telling ghost stories,
of scaring each other and such.
The bonfires we had in the winter…
those things I am missing so much!
The golf cart rides in the pasture.
The reckless abandon of some…
crashing the cart into fences…
‘Accidentally’ having some fun.
Still, on holidays, we gather.
The grandkids are grown, don’t you see?
They’re all here… but things are so different.
The constants are just you and me!
Hugs are exchanged and ‘I LOVE YOUs!’
The rituals held close to our hearts.
But no one is asking for cookies.
And, oh, I am missing that part!
Whole summers were spent here together.
HERE was the first choice of all.
How did it all go so quickly?
When did our kingdom fall?


June Kellum (Ginga)
July 31, 2005

Poem: Tears

Tears

Tears to scald my eyes
keep coming, un-invited!
Pain to sear my heart
invading, un-expected!

Words to wound my soul
keep flowing, flowing, ever
from the one I’ve loved for always,
faithfully!

Hurt, so deep and dark.
Mistrust forever growing.
Doubt forever showing.
Love- our love- escaping.

My Love, “Is our love leaving?”
“As lost as sleep we’re missing,
lying close - not touching-
but tossing sleeplessly?”

June Kellum
March 3, 2003

Poem: Just As A Flower Withers

...to remind us
that EVERYTHING worthwhile
requires a little work...



Just As A Flower Withers


Just as a flower withers,
deprived of proper care,
so will love, neglected,
begin to fade away.

Needing only nourishment
- essential to excel-
still, sometimes the price
is more than we can pay.

Or more than we are willing …
more effort to extend…
more of ourselves required
than we’re prepared to give.

So love is left to falter,
to die from dire neglect
…just as a garden flower-
forgotten- cannot live!


June Kellum
2005


Photo:

Rose- 'Cary Grant'

Poem: The Words We Say

These few words are recent.

The picture is from 1969.

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Poem: There Is No Road To You

There Is No Road To You


I have this helpless feeling…
that there is no road to you.
I’ve found no way to reach you,
no matter what I do.

All paths that I have taken
have just led me astray,
meandering ever onward,
more twisted, day by day.

Now, I’m lost, entangled,
in woods so dense and deep;
doubting if I’ll ever find
a place for restful sleep.

Still, I journey onward,
despite the barricades
that have, thus far, so limited,
the progress I have made.

All roads must have an ending.
This fact I do embrace,
while skirting all the pot holes
as I readjust my pace.

There you stay, beyond my reach
-no matter what I do,
or how much effort I extend-
no road leads to you.


June Kellum

Poem: You Might Awake

You Might Awake


You lock your door.
I find no key.
If love is there,
it’s kept from me!

No one can enter
into your space.
If you feel love,
you show no trace.

You guard your heart
in padded room -
as if my love
would spell your doom!

You might awake
one day and see,
your ‘Distance’ has taken
the best of me!


June Kellum
1983

Poem: Of What We Had Before

Of What We Had Before


Your door was open, for a while.
You let me in and welcomed me.
I thought it real, this love we‘d found.
But now you want to flee.

You shut me out. I know not why.
Indifference, now, has taken hold.
The warmness there so recently,
has been replaced by cold!

Those times are gone, I know not where.
I miss the fun, the loving, too…
the excitement of exploring life,
and sharing it with you.

Oh! To recapture what we’ve lost-
I’d give the world and even more,
just to relive those times with you-
of what we had before.


June Kellum

Poem: We Meet

We Meet


We meet, as is our custom.
We smile, as is our way.
From habit, hug each other,
though, little’s left to say.

Now our words are stifled-
sound phony - somewhat strange.
There’s no way to determine
just when it all did change.

We hold to what we‘ve treasured
and nurtured, for so long.
Too much we’ve each invested,
to have it all go wrong.

So, we hold and we coddle…
reluctant to let go.
Regardless…all is slipping.
This fact, we both do know!

The best is now behind us.
This truth, we both must see.
We’ve failed the test of time, Love.
And now, I’ll set you free!


June Kellum
2005