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Stanley R Larson Jan 2012
Lines composed coming home from Florida,
Janice and I, in March, 2001,
beginning with an EASTER acrostic:

Expectations,
Aspirations,
Sorrows,
Tests,
Endurances,­
Remembered now,

we speed North, up I-75.

     "Do we have time to go to Milledgeville?"
      I ask.

     "Since we may never come this way again,
     let's spend the hours, and not be sorry when
     some task looms higher than this hill ahead,"
     I hear her say.

And so we go and find our way
through town and past the "Private Residence"
to the blossomed gravesite, fenced and locked,
as if to warn that night, like some grotesque character,
will overtake us, too;
and Flannery O'Connor, nowhere in sight,
seems still to speak of life and essence,
although nothing rises to converge.

     "Well, it was worth it,"
     I declare,
     some miles on the road.
    
     "We'd always have been sorry,"
     I hear her reassure,
     "if we had not stopped,
     and then, for ever after
     thought we had missed some Revelation."

So I drive on and speed right through Atlanta,
remembering a moment of grace.
KM Jones Feb 2012
I want to know what love without endings feels like-
see expectations met.
live to love an old man- an old woman, myself.
I want to know what love without conditions looks like-
see endurances tested- proved.
live to die another day- or never at all.

(Feb 5, 2012)
The Song of Emmanuel
scents the room
and I am heart broken
as protection has been mine
since my first days,
but still, you and I live
through our days of body
and the abandonment
of those before us
and the abandonment
of those not come.
He did not come.
She did not come.
But we are here
with our beautiful arrivals
and our beautiful endurances
and we live through
the days of our body, and this
dark night, we say farewell.
A song of lamentation I wrote for Christmas Eve after a year of many losses.
jeffrey conyers Aug 2019
You know that little ***** that has many hooked.
Just a thrill of it have many upon a fantasy trip.
That little ***** that drives some men and women wild.

They hooked.
They cry.
They beg and yes hate to say **** if it's not assigned to them to enjoy.

That little ***** that has pills to cure them with minutes endurances.
Now has the power to prolong the joyful thrill.
****, the magic of the color blue.

And now we have the color pink to run amok.
****, what the life of those that not into using the little *****?
They not missing much.

Well, if we are truthful?
Qualyxian Quest Mar 2019
sweet the sleep
    promises to keep
        Mary, don’t ya weep ...

                        endurances
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2020
silence is possible
only for the speaker

I'll never ever find Her
but always do I seek her

my brother Sam is Dead
I remember young Tim Meeker

bad times now and out ahead
the future has grown bleaker

but still shine shooting stars
and I wish though I've grown weaker


                                              Endurances!
Qualyxian Quest Nov 2020
Endurances.
Gratitude for phone calls.
Patience.

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