Haunted

And so on December 31, 2013, it came to pass.  True Love!

Haunted

Each night and through each long
Day, I hear voices always singing
A haunting melody of love. Its old
But still new and always bringing

Memories of the old yet recent past.
I try to shut them out, to no avail
Because instilled in me, is the desire,
To make them last and not ever fail.

They come to protect me, I am sure
Against the loss of our binding love,
And say: “interlopers, beware.
This ground is sacred, held from above”.

I do not ever want the spirit of our love
To leave, to go away to another place.
The picture in my mind, as I listen to
The melody of love is the smiling face

Of the one I have loved, whose spirit
Lives on in this, my Haunted House.
And so it will be forever more, the
Time will come quietly as with a mouse.

The Haunt and I will leave this house
Together to live again in our haunting
Spirit world where we haunt another
House of love.

Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
September 17, 2011

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Our Dad, Our Friend, Our Mentor

Charles E. Frost passed away at 4:50Pm on December 31, 2013. This poem was written for him today. His love of life and people transcends his passing and will shine as a beacon for all eternity.

No more days in this year
New ones start tomorrow
With them come great joy
With them come great sorrow

Dad was finishing his 98th
He will not make it 99
He has gone to be with loved ones
And now it is his time

The sorrow is for all of us
Who had him in our life
The joy is for our Dad
In his rejoining with his wife

The suffering has ended
No more sadness, no more pain
Now he’ll have eternity in heaven
No greater gift can one attain

98 years of love and teaching
98 years he gave to us
He enriched our every moment
He taught our hearts to feel and trust

This will be his glorious journey
The great reunion comes at last
They will all be there to greet him
As some day will all the rest

Copyright © 2013 Bruce E. Frost
December 31, 2013

 

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Early Morning Solitude

It is my choice as a fresh new morning arrives, to sit
Alone by my pool of mystery and ponder the day ahead;
What will it bring into my life? I stare as the brook
Above delivers a small steady stream of water into my

Pool of mysteries, which to my mind, in turn delivers
A part of the oncoming day with its own story to tell.
When left alone, timid and quiet, looking lonely and
Bare, it gets upset by storms. It roils and it boils

And may go on a tear, then slowly an’ gently return to
Her norm. My mate and I loved our mystery pool for
That and all the love she gave us in our together years.
Our pool of mystery; we thank ye, for the bondage you

Helped to serve up between us, cemented deep in our
Hearts and our souls.
Forever
More.

Copyright © 2013 Charles E. Frost
October 19, 2013

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I Dream ~ I Dream

I dream of things as they used to be.
Some, I still wish they were, but, time
Does not stand still for you or for me.
Let’s take a look at your life or mine.

It stands, I can answer for only myself
But knowin’ you as I do, I will gamble
A dollar or two. You ken how I’ve felt
About you. My trust is just a sample.

We give and we take one of another
Without question or a bit of a doubt.
Our lives are entangled, be as it may,
We’ve arrived at a threshold I say.

You had your dreams, I’ve had mine.
Both have challenged the world in our
Time. Together now, we are ready to
Travel on as one. That may double the

Fun. Great minds think alike ‘tis said.
That may be true said I, looking ahead
Into my mind with a prayer, asking
My God, that good judgement be there.

Friend, we have traveled together,
To here and there and anon, shared
The good and the bad, joy and travail.
We’ve hit the high road, as far as we’ve dared.

We’ll drink of this life ’til we empty the pail.

Copyright © 2013 Charles E. Frost
August 29, 2013

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Bed Lunch

It is early Sunday morning, I’m starving half to death
So I called my dear niece Roberta to find out what
She had on the grill. I might as well have saved the
Phone call. She had just got out of bed.

Now her home is in Canada and she is one hour ahead
Of us in the good old U.S. of A. I asked what are you
Planning for Gere for his dinner, you will not believe
This, my friend. Gere is still in bed, she says nil.

Well, I know that is par for the course there up North.
They stay up late partying and then have a ‘bed lunch’
So called. Then, the ‘good nights’ begin. It’s three or
Four times to the back door for a bid goodnight.

By then, patience for all is wearing thin. Let me say,
Tho, here and now, if you have not visited relatives or
Friends in Canada, make sure that soon you get to go.
Include me in ~ partying, a bed lunch. That’s for me.

Well friends if I’ve not sparked your interest, take it
From me, you’ve missed the boat, a great ‘bed lunch’,
Partying ‘most out of control and the camaraderie.
“Canada O’ Canada” ~ I love you, but for me, it’s

All here in the good old U. S. of A ~ ~ EH?

Copyright © 2012 Charles E. Frost
September 16, 2012

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Your World

Do you ever stop to think of those good old days
When you were a kid with sisters and brothers,
A Mom and a Dad, and relatives all around;
Forget about the TV and all of that jazz.

Did you have a piano or maybe an organ?
Did you play a harmonica just for the fun of it?
Was scrub hockey in the street with the kids
Next door one of your favorite pastimes?

Was it beaches or swimming holes that
You found were the best, or car rides, near or far,
For a big ice cream soda and a hot dog or two.
Don’t your mouth water for all that and more?

Remember grade school that you thought was not
Fun. Do you look at the snapshots now with
Wonder ~ where are they and what are they
Doing, now that you all are old grads?

Family and friends, are they all spread around?
Do you long for the old days? Let me tell you,
My friends, don’t let them go far. Keep them
Close as you can. They were your World then.

They are your World now.

Copyright © 2012 Charles E Frost
September 12, 2012

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Click On ‘Send”

Did you ever think of your bygone years
just for the fun of seeing it all in print?
Perhaps tho you’d rather let it be.
Think about it, is it all a mystery?

For me the mystery still exists, but,
I would sure like to make a comparison
of the dids and didn’ts of now and then.
Would I if I could, change my now?

Then I stop to think. Would it affect
another? That, I would not want at all.
Everyone’s entitled to follow their call.
In the end, I think, it’s win, lose or draw.

My dear reader, I’m just ruminating of the
pros and cons of a lifetime. I can’t and
would not change things, even if I could.
I’ve lived on, many years; I am satisfied

with what has been preordained by my God
for me. I will follow it to an end. God Bless.
Now, thank you for your indulgence.
I will click on ‘Send’.

Copyright © 2012 Charles E Frost
May 5, 2012

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I Believe

I believe we all have secret memories,
secret from all, including self and that
one day, that memory bank will open
and the secrets will be no more.

I believe in this very, very firmly.
This may come to you. This is a tale
going back into my early childhood,
some of which I must leave out.

In the far, far long ago, stamped into my
memory bank a song meant for me to
hear, was sung repeatedly, just four
words, that still ring in my ears today.

“Mother Dearest, Mother Fairest”,
yes, I say again, with emphasis, loud.
I do believe that words spoken and/or
unusual happenings can lie hidden in

a young mind and emerge at a later date.
As you read on, you the reader may see
the truth of it is, this is the real thing.
It is happening to me as of now.

“Mother Dearest, Mother Fairest”,
Four words I believe spoken to me,
in a sweet melodious voice is all
that I have to carry me through to an end.

Now I wonder, is this the way it is to end?
Is my time winding down, will I finish
this quest? Am I not to hear that
sweet voice ever again singing?

Mother Dearest, Mother Fairest
Just for me, please God, for me.

Copyright © 2012 Charles E Frost
April 24, 2012

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Will We All Be There?

Another day, another week has passed
We are on the brink of winter, belied
By fall warm weather and blue skies.
While I sit ensconced at my computer,

I will not look ahead at this time to
Predict the winter’s weather, though
It is close enough to be fact. Our guess,
It won’t be warm and maybe snow.

Surely, you’ve heard this before, after all
This is the’ wait a minute state’.
At least that is what we call it, well,
It’s ours, I guess you might say, by fate.

But it is not the same, since seven years
Ago. But, that too is fate, is it not? One
Lives, but lost a mate, they had toiled together
Played together, had children and it was done.

But time cannot erase those years, not ever,
Memories take their place, a time to savor.
A chair across the table, the fireplace, love
Is everywhere, knickknacks, you gave her;

One wonders, what will become of all this,
When my time comes to join her at the table
Of Our God? I like to think, all will be there,
Our family, her favorite things, as in a fable

Over all ~ our God.

Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
December 2, 2011

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Memories Forgotten

Memories forgotten are reality gone forever
The life you lived, loved ones, old friends
You made and lost. Childhood, Mom and Dad
Count them one by one, on whom to depend.

Don’t forget the life you lived, lessons learned
Good or bad, old friends and family were there
To help or share your troubles, if in need.
Mom and Dad came to lift you from despair.

I am sure you can recall your childhood joys
As young and old and family came to share all
With you and yours who are growing old ~~ Sweet
Memories of days gone by, not forgotten, nor lost.

Remember When?

Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
November 5, 2011

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