For Every Broken Heart That Ever Spent A Lonely Night Alone

p_rehbein · Aug 9, 2019

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We have overtime, downtime, and, of course, tea time. We spend a lot of time wondering where the time went? There are good times and bad times, happy and sad times, and some of us do hard time. All the time, we're just waiting for our time to come.

We have daytime, night time, lunch and dinner times. Springtime is supposed to be the fulfillment of winter times dreams, yet ends only as the prelude to the good old summer time. Which all too quickly fades into Fall. The times they are a changing.

During these times, we may find we love the time, or we just don't have the time. Regardless of whether we do nor not, we're always asking for the time.

We're so careful to take one step at a time that we often pause during a busy time to marvel at how time flies. These truly must be the times that try men's souls.

Can you accept that the next time you donate part of your time each time you are asked to do so, that you might well spend all your time doing what you only intended to do as a pass time?

Can anyone really sit and debate the various reasons and way we measure time? Isn't it quite strange that something we never have enough of should be endless? Are we really referring to our allotted time? Speaking of which, I fear that my time is up. I've taken up enough of your time trying to explain that when it's all said and done, by the time you've spent the time to read this discussion of time, it's HISTORY!

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p_rehbein · Aug 9, 2019

CANAAN'S KING

There's a child whose born in Bethlehem
And Jesus is His name.
He's the perfect Son of the Great I Am
And Jesus is His name.

Jesus, Jesus, oh what a beautiful name
Jesus, Jesus, I'm so happy to earth You came.

There's a man who speaks in Jerusalem
And Jesus is His name.
He's done wonders here for all to see
And Jesus is His name.

Jesus, Jesus, oh what a beautiful name
Jesus, Jesus, I'm so happy to earth You came.

There's a man who died at Calvary
And Jesus is His name.
He bore my my guilt, my sins, my shame
And Jesus is His name.

Jesus, Jesus, oh what a beautiful name
Jesus, Jesus, I'm so happy to earth You came.

There's a King who reigns in Canaan Land
And Jesus is His name.
From the grave He rose to claim His Throne
And Jesus is His name.

Jesus, Jesus, oh what a beautiful name
Jesus, Jesus, I'm so happy to earth You came.

p.rehbein

p_rehbein · Aug 9, 2019

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Steps taken lightly,
Are ones taken on a path unsure.
Caution leads to treading politely,
Resulting in a destination unclear.

Steps of a nature bold,
Are ones taken on a path well chose.
Commitment leads to marching onward,
Whether rain or cold.

Steps such as these,
Result in a destination all will know.

The choice of steps
Remains for each to decide.
Ba aware of all the roadside traps,
And never expect a free ride.

p.rehbein

p_rehbein · Aug 9, 2019

WARRIOR'S LEAVE

Nay Lass, bid me not tarry here in thy embrace, rather, take strength from my departure, and let the new 'morns sun warm my leavings empty place. Cause not thy heart to grieve as though you've suffered a lover's loss, for 'tis I that, in future eves to come, will remember thy sweet caress in sleepless toss. Let narry a single tear pass from those Eire eyes so blue, lest a new love discovered a Lassie's pledge to them be true.

I'll kiss thee once, though it surely must be our last, to take my leave now is as paining as a beggardt's missed repast. Yet, leave I must, for the time is at hand. So bid me farewell sweet Lass, for my journey be long, to a far and distant land.

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p_rehbein · Aug 9, 2019

HELLOS' THAT LAST

A friend
Is a fickled thing at best.
Your never sure they really are one
Until they pass the test.

True friendship
I've never heard defined complete.
When penned down, the best of us
From this task will retreat.

Being there
When you need them most
Is oft required of a friend
It's been stated from coast to coast.

Not lying
Regardless of the tears the truth will bring
This, as well, is required of a friend.
But to cause another's tears
Is such a difficult thing.

It's true
There's friends been lost from time to time
But, more often than not, the friendship's still true
When once again them you find.

Cause not clouds of grief
To darken the light of your days
If it's a friend you want, be one first
Then so many good friends will come your way.

p.rehbein

tourist · Aug 9, 2019

Good morning mister sunshine, you brighten up my day.
Come sit beside me in your way.
I see you every morning, outside the restaurants,
The music plays so nonchalant.

Lonely days, lonely nights.
Where would I be without my woman?
Lonely days, lonely nights.
Where would I be without my woman?
Excerpt from Bee Gees Lonely Days

tourist · Aug 9, 2019

I enjoyed your poetry very much. You definitely have a writer's heart that's for sure. I'm going to read them again 'cause I'm romantically inclined, but alas, I don't have your touch as a writer writing words from your heart. Loved your work!

tourist · Aug 9, 2019

p_rehbein said:

DEAR MOM

To tell the story of one mans life, no other man can do.
Some are inspired by a Mother, others a Wife.
The influence of each always seems to show through.

Not too much, not too little, the demands are made,
And man must carry through.
Do this, do that, how much were you paid?
A letter came today, your being sued.

A mothers love can only be
A tear of joy for her son,
And of this tear, who can conceive
What greater works are done?

The love of a wife by comparison
Is measured with time.
Good times and bad, happy times and sad,
Letters of hope written in rhyme.

Mothers will always love their sons
And tighter draws the bind.

p.rehbein

Simply outstanding and heartfelt.

Magenta · Aug 9, 2019

p_rehbein said:

BEFORE DAWN, IF WE DARE

Quietly, in slumbering breath you lay,
warm in my arms, molded to me, as if of clay.
Gently, you sleep at ease and free,
And share these loving moments with me.

Dare I kiss your lips
Honey and dew?
Would the spell be broken
If I awakened you?

Could you ever be as beautiful
As you now are?
Will I ever find a way
To eclipse the light of a shining star?

Sleep, my love,
Dream your dreams in peace,
And never wonder if the day will come,
When your existence I'll release.

Even now,
As my mind captures the beauty of your love
So simple and true,
I find myself slowly descending
Into the endless depths of you.

So fear not, my love,
My leaving you at dawn,
This crime I'm sure
The gods would never condone.

Rather, trust in the love we share,
And think of tomorrow
Or the day after
If we dare.

p.rehbein

This one made me cry for the beauty of it...

p_rehbein · Aug 9, 2019

MY ONLY ONE

I'd been out all night playing a gig in some two bit bar, getting together enough money
for the last payment on the car. I'd just stretched out in my favorite chair, when Julie came
out of her bedroom door. She's rubbing her puffy eyes, with that cute sleepy warm look
'n' sighs. She's wearing on of my old work shirts, it reaching down to her knees. Man, I hurt
seven ways from Sunday, but looking at that girl, I just had to smile.

"You tired daddy? Betcha didn't eat." She's already in the kitchen putting water on for coffee.
"Did they like you tonight? Oh, I just know they did." I just smile and say "sure hon," but my
mind pictures the endless sea of drunken faces I've had to look at these past ten years.

I burned my tongue 'n' cuss, and spill some of the coffee in my lap. Julie laughs, dances a jig
and waltzes over to the piano. Her eyes mellow as she sits there looking at me. Slowly she begins
to play a soft, sad tune about a girl the angels took away. My eyes cloud over, as the music encircles
my mind, and, again, I bring up the memories. Each time I say will be the last.

Julie turns and sees the tears in my eyes, the hurting in her own is so real to me. Brushing 'em away,
I lie, and she knows what I'll say.

"Oh Bobby you sang a beautiful song,
about a love that never went wrong.
But that love ended one day,
when the angels took her away.
Now I don't know
who writes your songs.
But he must know what it feels like
'n' Bobby I do too.

With tears of her own flowing down her cheeks, Julie runs to my open arms
"Am I really as pretty as she was daddy?" I hold her tight and say "Your the
most beautiful girl in the world, your my only one." As I crush out my last cigarette,
I feel the soft beat of Julie's heart upon my chest, her sleeping now in my arms.
Laying her down, I cover he up 'n' look out at the gray predawn sky. I just can't
help but wonder why?

"Oh Bobby you sang
a beautiful song.
About a love
that never went wrong.
But that love ended one day
When the angels took her away.
Now I don't know
who writes your songs
but he must know what it feels like
'n' Bobby I do to......
Yeah, he must know what it feels like
'n' Bobby I do to.

p.rehbein

p_rehbein · Aug 9, 2019

TIDES OF TIME

Would I
If I could
Change the times
Of the tide
Only to be able
My sorrow to hide.

The blow you struck
Was painful indeed
Memories everlasting
Of your love will I heed.

As a beggart within
A Castle of gold
Once I tasted of your glory
More than once
It's power did I want to hold.

Judge me not
For the crimes I did commit
Remember ye most
To your love did I submit.

Think of me, darling
When time draws near
Remember the warmth of our love
If you this life brings a tear.

I remember yet
your kisses sweet as wine
And know that for us
There will always be a time.

p.rehbein

p_rehbein · Aug 9, 2019

WINTRY DELIGHT

Wintry dress
Of deep falling snow
Footsteps of shadows
Following quietly as you go.

Frozen lakes
For skating, slipping 'n' sliding
Bandaids, bumps 'n' bruises
For tobogganing and sleigh riding.

Evergreens as tall
As Castles of old
Stand proud and strong
Against old man Winters winds so cold.

Snowmen with eyes of coal
Protection from snowballs in flight
Snow cream, popcorn, and a weenie roast
All these and more
Are a child's wintry delight!

p.rehbein

p_rehbein · Aug 9, 2019

FOR THE WORLD TO SEE

Give me a flower
and I'll hold it up for the world to see.
I'll offer its beauty to those who ask
and turn none away.

Give me a smile
and I'll hold it up for the world to see.
I'll offer its warmth and love to those who ask
and turn none away.

Give me a tear
and I'll hold it up for the world to see.
I'll offer its concern and memories to those who ask
and turn none away.

Give me a world of love and peace
and I'll hold it up for all to see.
I'll offer its fruits and faith to those who ask
and turn none away.

Give me life
and I'll look up to see.
The value of each single breath
and live my best each day
and will never turn away.

p.rehbein

p_rehbein · Aug 9, 2019

ONCE LOVED

Once living
but not really alive.
More like a wingless bee
in a busy hive.

Once caring
but not really concerned.
More like considering
the value of lessons unlearned.

Once believing
but not really convinced.
More like accepting
an unwashed dish that's only been rinsed.

Once attentive
but not really aware.
More like observing
resisting relationships from those who cared.

Once all of these
but not really any of these.
More like a forgotten memory
as sunlight from a darkened cloud will flee.

p.rehbein

p_rehbein · Aug 9, 2019

(thanks to those who posted their kind words. God bless you and yours)

p_rehbein · Aug 9, 2019

IN BETWEEN

IN TIME:
we understand

IN TIME:
we decide

IN TIME:
we remember

IN TIME:
we forget

IN TIME:
we love

IN TIME:
we are loved in return

IN TIME:
we live

IN TIME:
we die

BUT, WHAT OF THE TIMES IN BETWEEN?

p.rehbein

p_rehbein · Aug 9, 2019

FREE VERSE

Who tells a wildflower to be blue, or yellow, or white?
Who tells a bird which wing to tilt when turning in flight?
Who tells the might Oaks how high they can grow?
Who tells the dark winter skies when and how much to snow?
Who tells the desert cactus to blossom in a summer rain?
Who tells a broken heart that sweet memories will ease the pain?
Who guides the fox fleeing from the hounds?
Who sees the unseen tree falling to the ground?

The One who commands the changing tides of the sea
Is the one who controls the movement of this pen for me.

p.rehbein

p_rehbein · Aug 9, 2019

BLIND SIGHT

You can pretend that things aren't what they seem,
and that's ok, for most times they're not,
so go ahead and dream.

You can talk without ever really saying what you mean,
and that's ok, for most times it's to yourself
so go ahead and scheme.

Heaven bless the man who grasps firmly
that fleeting thing called reality.
For it's he who holds the key to love,
to honor, to truth.

Heaven bless the man who speaks
with the wisdom of originality,
for it's he who stands alone in the light
of day, without the need of sleuths.

p.rehbein

TabinRivCA · Aug 9, 2019

These are beautiful! Did you ever mention how your daughter is doing, who you asked prayer for?

p_rehbein · Aug 9, 2019

BACK TO FRONT

The back of the page is one seldom used.
Thoughts of untidiness are with it confused.

When one has written on each line of the front,
and still has more to write, it's for another page they hunt.

I've never quite understood this disapproval of the reverse side.
It's as though we consider the back of the page to be the perverse side.

Attempting to convince my friends that side two is really ok,
As often as I can, leaving the front as clear as day.

It's fun to watch as they try to read my letters.
They become amusingly confused, I really should know better.

But, when I use the back, it really becomes the front,
and if I still have more to write, I can always use the back-front, no need to hunt.

p.rehbein

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