Love Poems

Roland Peaslee

Description

In Love Poems Volume II, Roland continues to navigate the void left by the untimely departures of his beloved wife Bonnie and cherished son Brian. Journey through the Covid-19 pandemic years and a new normal with a widower and octogenarian who remains upbeat amidst such isolating and challenging times. Written from 2019 and 2022, this collection of poems will be both thought-provoking and moving.

Sujets

• Vie de famille
• Relations familiales
• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: Balboa Press
• Date de parution: 04 avril 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798765238059
• Langue: English

Extrait

LOVE POEMS
VOLUME II
more poems from a lifetime with the love of my life
ROLAND PEASLEE


Copyright © 2023 Roland Peaslee.
 
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ISBN: 979-8-7652-3804-2 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-7652-3805-9 (e)
 
Balboa Press rev. date: 03/21/2023
CONTENTS
Introduction
A Recollection
After Glow
Reflection And Recollection
Arugah! Hello Chattanooga!
For All We Know
My Sunset
4 Pm Sunday-Ah So!
From 506
Unheard Songs
Commemoration For Brian
Reflections
Oceanic Creations
The Ordeal
Different Dawns
Faith And Family
Fix Up Time
The Gift Of Love
Imagination
Dedication
Listening
St. Louis Thanksgiving: 2019
Til There Was You
A Local Perspective
A Canine View
My Time
Revealing Our Family Epic
A Conclusion
A Rainbow Search
Hail The Hockey Men!
The Curtain
Love’s Mystery Solved
Our Times
Me For You
Discover
Invisible Guidance
Rendition
Love Light
Leading
Everything For Free
New Choices
Time Flies
The Only One
Unpredictable
Discovery
Love’s Rewards
On The Move
Precipitation
Spring Again
Alone, Yet Together
Our Tool Of Time
Hear Ye, Hear Ye!
Our Lasting Love
Stop! Look! Listen!
Love Is No Game
A Reward
A Father’s Tribute
2020 Happenings
Progress
Two Years
Certainty
Our Days
Bending
Adaptation
Consolation
My Place
Gone
Renewal
Attainment
Discovering
Harmony
Filet Of Freedom
Memories
Perspectives
Insights
Carry On
Companionship
Disparity Of Clarity
Happy Birthday Erik!
Our Review
July 4 th , Past And Present Tense
The Lace Of Love
The R-B Cruise
On The Road
A July Day
Recalling Canada
Those Were The Days
Love Cherished
Pleasantness
Ready
Finding Our Best
Resolution
Miles Of Smiles
Forever Days
My Companion
Fall Arrives
Home Places
Harmony
Reality And Dreams
Scenery
Counting
‘‘Looking Through The Twindow’’
Fall Again
Know The Glow
Snow And Friendship
Reverie
Retention
Endeavors
Legacy
Recalling Snowfall
Continuation
A Glow, Sustained
Solo Christmas – 2020
Peanut Brittle Marathon
2020 Now Visited
First Snow
My Snow Trail
The New Function
My Definition
No More Robo
Snow Glow
The Reveal
Discover The Cover
A Daughter Is:
2020 Covidity Christmas!
Admonition
Dear Deer
Twins Swim
Weaving
What Is This?
Mongolian Mystery
My ‘87 Review
2020 Christmas Views
Christmas Echoes
Looking Back
My New View
Uniqueness
An 87 Year Old’s Thoughts
Lingering
Routines
New Snow
Day By Day
Staring
Winter’s Day
A Heart Apart
Love Endures
Accumulations
Application I
Emergence
Drifting
What If?
Belonging
Recalls Forever
Sixty Years
Making History
My Sock Saga
Perspective
Retrospective
Continuation
Alone Together
Our Miracle
Watching
Presence
Warmth
Unforgettable
The Recipe
Detour
Yours Truly
Love Is:
Life Is:
Wishful Thinking
With Typist
Visiting Wordland
Searching
Perpetual
The Winner
Words
Application Ii
A Silent Duet
Tiny Wonders
Quiet Time
Fading
Two Octobers
Realization
A Heart Target
A Twin Cheer
Lady Lily Recall
Our Iowa Scene
Odyssey
Kent Kautidnary
Weather Etc
Definition
Differences
Recalling Canada
Travel Times
A Few Words
Aspiration
Life Is Faith
Renewing
Rgp Recipes
Wishing
Accountable
Adrift
Inevitability
Fortunately
A Summer Quandary – 2021 A.d.
Observation
Revisiting
A Lily Ann Dedication
Bernie’s Bull
And Then:
A Peaslee Collection – 2021
Sixty Three Ago
My Indian Summer
My Review
My Contemplation
Thanksgiving 2021
Only In This Stupid World
Reflection
My 2021 Dream
Christmas Review-2021
Still Wishing, 2021
Recounting
Once More
Snow Memories
2022 Arrives
Our Winter Scene
The Forever Gift
Journeying
My Path
The Heart Knows
Renew
A Winter Memory
Continuity
Pathways
R & B Odyssey
Requiem
Historical
Your Smile
Biding My Time
Echoes
Ah Ha!
Our Gift
Recollection
Radiance
There Once Was:
Hello Spring!
My Blue ’52
Knox Sixty-Seven
Our Time
2022
Winter Days
Outlook
Grandpa’s Recollection
My Tribute
INTRODUCTION
“Hello”!
A few thoughts, me thinks I can define grieving as a “moment from knowing Bonnie and Brian physically to knowing these loved ones in SPIRIT.” My poems are memorials, if you will accept my explanation for them. “Talking it out,” in the form of verses, gives me a release by reflection and devotion, meaningful expressions that remain daily for me.
Poems have become a way to keep the mind “in motion,” rather than a brain freeze or depression. I’ll give you a statement that appears to be confusing perhaps - but sharing a multitude of memories surpasses losing people and then being forced to admit to not knowing them, or “barely”.
My “box of grief” is still open daily, but I am trying to replace the silence with worthwhile chores and some gradual changes that seem useful. Being a resource for Brian’s five grandchildren, provides an outlet for sure, hopefully not excluding staying in touch with the other eight, of course!!
Early on, I read some brief commentary describing grief as “work” -Certainly the huge number of thank you’s, seeing the new floor at Church accomplished and allocating the numerous memorial funds was a form of labor, now completed.
Maybe, though we are separated by hundreds of miles, you will relate to my attempt at a reconciliation of emotions that will not be dismissed.
05/19/22
R.G.P.
A RECOLLECTION
Almost FOUR SCORE AND SEVEN years ago,
A new voice in Iowa was heard, “TAMA CALLING WORLD.”
My infant voice was added to MESQUAKI Valley expressions,
While my parents endured the Great Depression.
 
By my age two, now in NEAR-NORTH CHICAGO,
My dad had returned to fancy dining rooms to earn some dough.
After a year there, the N.W.R.R. offered him PEKIN, ILLINOIS,
Where the river valley climate and hard work could destroy one’s health
But sick people became well and remained employed,
Thus my dad’s practice grew plus my mother’s X-RAY skills
Caused better times to be enjoyed.
 
My time with a mower led me to washing windows clean,
A very rewarding skill that I did “in-between,”
Painting porch floors, windows and rusting screens.
As my pants pockets developed sags my nickname became,
“MONEYBAGS”
 
The paint store from age 13-18 developed skills with a big surprise,
When in my senior year in High School I was manager of this enterprise.
The company V.P., remembering my performance (four years later)
“Combining skills of store days plus a chemistry degree,
You can expect to soon fill an executive seat.”
But my goal to be an “eye-doc” prevailed;
And after the U.S. Army utilized my clinical skills,
Settling in Fairfield became a final place
For a family to grow and dreams fulfill.
 
R.G.P.
08/08/18
AFTER GLOW
Here is a poem I’ll present and further enumerate
History fulfilled for those who choose to congregate.
Our love became an EPIC we were able to celebrate,
As love’s arrival for us came uniquely fortunate-
Quietly becoming intense and saturating
Hearts and minds blended into our soul-mating.
 
We never knew any sense of love evaporating.
With our expanding family, love became more concentrating.
As a pair, we aced life’s wear and tear
Encountering