marlene-patricia-wreisner
American
It's not important where I came from or what I have or haven't done. Nor the mistakes I have done or bringing a beautiful girl into the world and she in turn brought two beautiful boys into this world. Or how miserable I was growing up, because you have already read all that I am, in my poems. You already know me somewhat. And if you haven't, please do and leave me a comment. I wish each and everyone of you, to keep writing, because it is so very important to the future and to our next generation. Happy and profound writing, my friends.
Yes, she was just a dog.
A dog with the most pure of heart.
An Angel of unconditional love.
A friend, loyal to the end
My personal therapist and
Healer of broken hearts.
She was my best friend
My secret keeper,
My adventure partner.
She was my reason to get out of bed each day,
and my reason to keep trying.
She was my furry little shoulder to cry on.
My laugh when I needed one.
Best of all, she was my teacher.
She taught me forgiveness.
For I said, the purest of heart, she was.
But she was only, "Just a Dog".
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
I have loved you before this life.
I love you now and forever.
I will love you again.
Never a regret
Through time, never ending.
Again and Again, my love.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
She was my best friend, my everything
We went everywhere together.
We would go on adventures, some
exciting, some dangerous but always fun.
What would we find this time?
Green eyes and brown eyes
all aglow with mystery and excitement.
Buffy was the listener and silent,
always in thought, always there for me.
I would always do the talking, I could
tell her anything, she was never my judge.
When I was sad, she would sit with me.
When I cried, she was there, her head tilted
as though she understood the depth of my pain.
But then she would know exactly when to jump
up and be my little clown! She made me smile and
then laugh until my stomach hurt and the tears were
happy ones, once again. She knew me so well,
every mood, sad, happy,fearful, she knew them all.
We could never be separated, not ever.
One day she looked at me and told me with such pain,
that I would have to make a decision of love for her.
She told me with her beautiful brown eyes, that she
must leave me and I must let her go.
She looked into my eyes with such love and asked
for my help. She said she couldn't do it herself,
"This is where you must make the decision to help me go."
Buffy my friend, I love you with all my heart and
that is why I can help you go in peace and dignity.
I held her to the very end, my tears never ending.
I felt her little spirit leave, her little body went limp.
And to the heavens she went. I know she is with me,
always watching over me. I know she sent me
a very special friend like her, to make my pain
a little easier.
Now that special friend is looking at me and asking,
when it gets too painful, will you be there for me?
Oh God! Why did you make their lives so much
shorter then ours? Dog backwards is God, they
were graced with that special name.
Buffy Fly high, my little clown
Be ready to show my boo boo,
the way to the rainbow bridge.
Mommy, loves you.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
The day she entered our lives,
was the day we started to fall.
At first I didn't see the signs but
soon it was thrown in my face,
and could no longer pretend it
was not there.
At first I thought it was banter in fun.
She said in a truthful voice, she would
never take another woman's love. Ah,
but she lied I am convinced.
One day it was so clear to me finally.
I saw the look in his eyes. I saw the
the banter for what it really was. A
****** dance it was. The slip of an
adoring name, baby. The walking
her to her car every time. The endless
messaging at night.
His knowledge of everything about her,
when just seeing me a minute ago, he
couldn't tell me what I wore or had my
hair. He looks at her now, never me anymore.
I fear that brighter star has come too early.
My life is racing to an end. For as I
have always said, he has all that I am.
He still says, I love you, all the time, but
it doesn't mean the same to me anymore.
He hasn't been with her in that way but
I have always said, you can be untrue in
mind only and I believe he is guilty of that.
I will never know how far it went but he
is still here with me. It has driven a wedge
between us and he doesn't see it. I think he
doesn't want to see it. I will try to forgive
but I can never forget the hurt because, even
though she is not here, she is here.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
Hello again my friend,
its been so long without you.
Our love was thrown away too soon.
We listened to others who never knew
this love of ours.
Hello again, I have loved you through time,
every day, every hour, feeling every second.
I knew then, we would be together again.
Maybe not this lifetime, maybe another.
Hello again, my friend, I have waited so long.
This time we will only hear each others words.
Hello again, my love. We are finally where we belong.
Your arms hold me tight and I will never let you go again.
Through all those wasted years, we will finally be as one.
Hello again, my only reason to live on, my only love,
hello again.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
You are so worth going through Hell for because he will be rewarded twenty times his sufferings, for being true to you and loving only you
with a passion that can burn a volcano to cinders. "Yes, Yes, In turn, when I am convinced of that love, he will finally know what paradise feels like."
"He will realize all the others that he felt were so good, moved so good, looked so good, made him feel so on top of it all, was only just step one
of the 20 steps I can take him to, if I so choose." "So far, I have not taken anyone to the twentieth step yet. What a shame, what a loss, never to
really know that in the end, I am everything they could ever imagine they wanted or needed." "It is sad that a man is only as faithful as his options."
"He turns away ecstasy himself, for maybe, if he is lucky, one hour of sweaty, soon to forget, body pounding, while being silently judged on a scale of 1 to 10
his ability to service the shallow, money grubbing, dead ***** that he so thought he needed instead of 20 steps to heaven forever." Someday I know
there will be a Man, a Man of morals, of a soft, slow touch, one that did not need to prove himself in many beds, one that just knew and then so did I. I will
stand on the twentieth step, looking full into that man's face and he will be looking into my eyes of green, we will smile because we both took each other to the
Twentieth Step.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 6:08 AM UTC
My Mother, always in her own little world.
Never there to listen.
What she didn't see or hear, never was.
She never seemed happy.
Never had the love she needed.
Her three husbands, all a disappointment.
They never gave her the love she so craved.
Always looking for something that would never be.
So many times I wanted to say, what's wrong?
but she was always in her own little world.
She never heard a word I said.
I wanted to know things, I wanted to tell her things.
but she was never here, safe in her own little world.
I learned very fast how to go where she went,
she was a very good teacher.
Her belief was, what you don't see or hear,
can't hurt you or it just never was.
Everything was a secret,
don't tell, never tell, was her motto.
I think about her and I get very sad.
To the day she died, there was no love.
I loved you, Mother.
You just didn't hear me.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
*I’m sick and tired of this lot.
Not of my making.
No, it was not me.
As you thought.
I wait for real forgiveness,
But wait I have, wait I will.
Sometimes it seems easier to not
because real is hard to find.
And so I wait still.
Why do I wait,
When it wasn’t my making?
Because of all the other times
When I wasn’t so innocent in the making.
I never said that I would forever keep,
All the wounded and crippled at my door.
I never wanted the burden
And yes, it must **** to feel as a burden.
I get so ****** tired of feeding your addiction
Expecting me to do it all.
The weight is so heavy
I feel like I’m coming down with an affliction.
Now don’t read me wrong
Blame isn’t my reason.
I will always love you,
no matter what.
Now I’m just so ****** tired
Of the need to be forgiven.
I can’t do for myself,
Along with you and your extra.
Yes, nothing in life is free
Unless you live with me.
I’m spent and money is fading,
But I see, all is still here for free.
I feel used and much like raving!
I’m spent but you still look to me,
Like it’s my job to fix your life’s pain,
And keep you from sleeping in the streets.
There’s really only so much I can take
Of this switch from you to me.
Now who do we blame?
Yes, the time has come for you to fix you.
And me to fix this whole wrong.
Fixing me will come later on.
So who do we blame for all that is wrong?*
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 1:27 AM UTC
Every morning I wake, I scream and scream,
So to alert all, that I am here.
I check each room to make sure I am the only one here.
Then I look in the mirror and there you are..
Why are you always here? I hate you!
Every morning I shout at you, Go away!
I hide but when I look, there you are..
Why do you insist on taking over?
You slither around me and take control.
I face you with all the courage I can muster but
In the end, you always win.
So I wait for you to weaken and grow weary,
And I can take my power back.
I have never been past this point
But I still feel that small light of hope.
So I look into the mirror with such hope.
Hope that somehow, someday I can defeat you with that light I feel.
I look deeply into the mirror and there you are, waiting for me as always.
I won’t give up to you!
I will fight to the end.
For I truly hate you.
I say, you cannot have me or my essence,
For that little light of hope still shines on.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
Yes, we are planning a baby
A baby most wanted.
I have it all planned
So this is how it will go.
I will have my boy, named Sam
He will be first
He will have red hair and freckles
Oh Sam, you will be so cute!
Later on my little girl will come
She will be beautiful
And Sam will always protect her
Like a big brother should.
The day has come, I am pregnant!
I am so happy, Sam is on his way.
Four months of morning sickness
Has put a doubt in my mind.
What have I done, well can’t back out now!
Will I know what to do?
I have never been schooled on raising a child.
A red headed, always in trouble, Sam.
Oh! What was that? A pressure, a pain.
It’s here, two weeks late, my little Sam.
Eighteen hours later
I’m pushing, one two three
He is out!
Wait a minute! The doctor is saying a girl!
No you are confused, it’s my boy, Sam.
I open my eyes and look into my daughter’s face
As she hiccups and hiccups.
She is beautiful.
The largest green eyes you have ever seen.
The best baby you could ever wish for.
I was truly blessed on July 25, 1968
With what must be an angel.
I have my Sam, with big green eyes
And dark brown hair.
For lo and behold, one of her
Friends nicknamed her Sam
Without knowing of Sam’s story.
My daughter was the only blessing
I would have.
There hasn’t been one wish
Of a different outcome.
My daughter, Sabrina
My daughter Sam
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC