Love Poems to Bernie by Kathryn Velikanje
We met in a grocery store in China,
but it was three years before we dated.
"I thought you didn't like me," I said.
"I did, I thought you were cute," he said.
"You didn't smile or say anything."
"I did too, I remember talking."
"What'd you say?"
Try For The Sky
and Don't Ask Why
If I had only one month to live,
I'd go to Nova Scotia
and try one last time for love.
I'd fly through the sky
and not wonder why,
for love is its own reward.
I'd not worry about tomorrow
or the pain of what I left behind,
for a heart that cannot break
is not a heart at all.
To be loved is to be touched by angels
and is worth any cost.
And if I am wrong,
then let this be my biggest mistake.
Let me break the hearts of many
for I will have shown them who they are,
hearts walking around on two legs.
And if I am wrong and
no heart awaits me in Nova Scotia,
then so be it.
Like Momo's Monster,
I give away my heart
knowing that I can grow another.
For not to try is to die.
Panic (Aug 2012)
The greatest happiness I have ever
known is laying by your side,
snuggled close and smelling you,
there is no need to hide.
To leave alone seemed crazy sport,
a boat cast out from harbor.
No sane mind leaves those they love,
it felt like racking torture.
Would I see you again?
Or die in the flight?
Or would it be you who'd die?
Thoughts raced scared and terrible
in endless runaway fright.
Into an abyss of panic I fell,
a screaming lonely kind of hell
where terror blackens all that's well
and hope does not exist.
You pulled back my head to see my eyes,
shut tight to hide what I despise,
succumbing to a breadth of lies,
and given up on all that's wise.
You pulled it hard just one time more
and stopped that sinking blinding roar,
a jolt which brought me back from hell
and back into a timely shell.
You said you'd not get done what must
if I stayed by your side,
and so I calmed and dried my eyes,
and swallowed back the fear inside.
And let your love wash over me
and cleanse the fears inside of me
and pack with cheer with the best sight,
of you arriving back to me.
And like a genie you turned wrong right;
our hours went by with ease, not fright;
our last day was full of joy, not blight;
and I thank you with all my might.
Safety (Aug 2012)
You know safety is a funny thing,
it does not have a sexy ring,
but safe is sane and cures what's wrong
and makes forever a happy song.
Joy (Nov 2012)
The joy inside
burst open wide,
and tears poured down
in blessed tide.
You make me moan,
but never groan,
and laugh out loud
in calm not known.
You let me lead,
always take heed,
is our best creed.
So where you are
is where I'll be,
for next to you
is home to me.
Valentine's 2013 (Feb 2013)
I flew across the sky
to Nova Scotia land,
not sure what I would find,
not sure of this new sand.
Not sure if I would like you,
not sure if we would band,
not sure if we would make it,
not sure I'd give my hand.
But time has weaved its magic,
and waved its magic wand,
and we are still together
and of the other much more fond.
And it makes our future
seem a safe and lovely pond,
for we are so much closer
and tighter is our bond.