The Last Walk

Tranquilpen By Tranquilpen, 27th Sep 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/36nshtx5/
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Just a sweet story of a really great love, that spans the distances of time...

The Pixie Face behind the Jack-o- Stack

He was 7 and she was 6 and
full of tricks and so alive,
that summer's day,
at the Jack-o- lantern
stack, halloween was
still quite new to him and her.

Choosing the biggest
Jack was fun, when
all of a sudden, blinded
by the noonday sun,
cat got a hold of my
tongue,

A freckled face peeped
out, from the Jack-o's
round about. "Hi," she
sighed, gorgeous blue
eyes flashing in the
sun.

Uh!,um,... popped
out of my bone dry
throat, filling her
with glee. I wanted
to flee, but could'nt
budge, for in her
hand,she held my
heart, tight, shut.


my mother's call,
we must depart,
but will I ever see
that sweet pixie face,
or will she vanish,
without a trace?

Perhaps I'l See Her On The Bus

Monday morn, I'm
up at dawn, perhaps
I'm lucky,and she's
on the bus.Mum
awakes, asking what's
the fuss,

Uh, um, is all I croack,
what's wrong son,
cat got your tongue?
I rush through break-
fast, not to be last,
getting into the bus.

Down the isle I edge,
is the pixie with my
heart, sitting some-
where close? or is
she forever lost?

I saunter into class,
has this all been
a farce? or will
I find her in the
class?

Oceans of faces, but
no traces, where can
she be, It is all I can
bare?
does she even care?

A knock on the
classroom door,
glancing at the floor.
No stammering! please,
"Hi!" she says, My "Hello",
slips out, only just.

The pretty red bow,
reflecting the color
of her cheeks, and
mine, I guess.

Our Secret Tree


Days of joy, and glee,
we spend, hiding in
our secret tree.
Perhaps one day,
we can fly up there
in the sky,
just her and I

To our very own sunny
Island where we can lie,
under the sky, looking
at each other, just her
and I, she said. "That
would sure be neat,"
said I.

One time we were
counting coins, for our
trip one day, we were
in our teens.She was still
wearing jeans, the one gir
of my dreams, It was the
same for her it seems,
I was the hero,
of her dreams.

Another time, it was in
her defense, I knocked
down Paddy Rense,
and soared up higher
than an eagle when
she kissed me on the
cheek, "Thank you my,
love," she said, "He
needed that great shove."

Graduation and Dad Passes

All too soon twas
graduation time,
Up our secret
tree we climbed,
huddled closely,
we sat. She was off to
teaching college,
I was off to work,

Dad had passed,
two summers ago,
leaving dear Mum
to run the show.

It was no easy task,
holding down three
jobs,yet never did
she sigh one time,
save for some silent
cry one night, as she,

fell down exhausted
upon the floor. She
was ill, I could tell,
"Mum", I said, when
I saw the red, on the
the pillow on her
bed.

I swore, I would end,
her toiling every day.
And nothing she
could say, would
make me stay in
college, as she lay
there pale and full
of care, for me and
my young sis.

I Marry My Fairy Princess

The work was fine
and soon Mum was
on the mend. My
wages were enough
to keep us running
tough, and even a bit
left over, to write
my dearest love.

Sis went off to
nursing school,
to learn how best to
care, it was no dare,
since her dolls were
always patients.

Hands sweating,
heart racing, while
at the station I was
waiting for my love.
My little freckled pixie
was there, with flaxen
hair, I choked, what
a handsome maid
she was.

Into my enbrace she
ran, saying: "Hi", while
I just sighed. Soon the
bells did ring, it was no
ordinary thing, for down
the isle she came, a fairy
princess once again, all
decked out in gossamer
white and finest lace.

Silence fell, among our
friends, as along the
isle she walked, pretty
maidens all attending.

She took my breath away.
Mum passed on, to join
her mate who was waiting
for her at the gate she said,
just beyond the light, mere
months after sis had joined,
her handsome beau
in marriage, they had a
horsedrawn carriage
when off on honeymoon
they went.

Our Home next to the
magic tree was brightly
painted and never tainted
with regrets, Our sunny
Island voyage, was delayed,
when to the doctor,
we one night rushed.
Perhaps for us the
pitter patter of tiny feet,
quite soon.

A bleak and dark moment,
when he said, this was not to be...
The baby's room, in rainbow
colors, we re named, our
room of dreams. Hours on
end we would recall those
wonderous adventures we
had shared, my love and I.

The Last Walk

A school field trip came
up one day, a train trip to
the ocean, a hundred miles
away. Now old and gray,
This was it, I had to go along,
the school had aranged it all.

here we were, with twenty
children, on our way,
most had never seen the
sea, could you believe?
Hotdogs and Cool-aid,
sitting on the beach,
with twenty happy kids,

Soon it was time to leave,
but not before we had
our last walk by the sea.
Back home, a lingering
cough, a visit to the
Doc. The big c had arrived,
Later that week she wrote a
tiny note,

No regrets, my sweet dear
boy from the Jack-o-stack,
that summers's day so long
ago.

No more tears my love,
our love was sealed for
evermore, where upon
that magic isle, well
walk for ever more.

Dedicated to my dear friend Chris and his beloved Ria.

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author avatar Steve Kinsman
27th Sep 2011 (#)

Wow! So very moving, so nostalgic, so utterly romantic. such perfect poetry. I stand in awe Tranquilpen.

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author avatar Tranquilpen
6th Oct 2011 (#)

Thank you Steve for your inspiring words, I can but strive to reach your own level of excellence my friend.

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author avatar White haired one
27th Sep 2011 (#)

beautiful Tranquil pen
WHO

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author avatar Tranquilpen
6th Oct 2011 (#)

Hello WHO, I'm so glad you liked it.

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author avatar Teila
28th Sep 2011 (#)

Ahhh, very sweet!

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author avatar Tranquilpen
6th Oct 2011 (#)

Hello Teila, nice of you to drop by, thank you for the Ahhh! :-))

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author avatar Ivyevelyn, R.S.A.
28th Sep 2011 (#)

As I read through your poem, I felt the beauty of this story. Your writing is full of love.
P.S. I am still following you, of course. I accidentally "unfollowed" everyone.

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author avatar Tranquilpen
6th Oct 2011 (#)

Hello Dear Ivy, I am so happy that you enjoyed it my friend :-))X

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author avatar Delicia Powers
28th Sep 2011 (#)

beautiful, touching the soul...

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author avatar Tranquilpen
6th Oct 2011 (#)

Hello Delicia, thank you for your most welcome comment my friend.I can but strive to reach your personal level of excellence my friend;-))

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author avatar Buzz
28th Sep 2011 (#)

I enjoyed and loved reading your beautiful poetry, my friend.

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author avatar Tranquilpen
6th Oct 2011 (#)

Hello Buzz, I had no idea of formatting the story correctly, I have great other photos intended for the story, which I will try to intersperse throughout. Some assistance from you perhaps?

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author avatar Sam Bralley
1st Oct 2011 (#)

A beautiful and eventful life of love and learning written with entwining progression. Most elegant and inspiring...

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author avatar Tranquilpen
6th Oct 2011 (#)

Hello Sam. So great of you to drop in my friend, thank you for your comments my friend.

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author avatar juny
4th Oct 2011 (#)

Oh what a lovely story written thru poem :)

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author avatar Tranquilpen
6th Oct 2011 (#)

Hello dear Oballesansano, I'm happy that you enjoyed it my friend;-))

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author avatar Songbird B
29th Oct 2011 (#)

There are tears in my eyes as I read this poetic life span, which shows just how deeply this touched me, Andre...Just haunting and beautifully poetic...What a gift you are to poetry my dear dear friend..Just lovely...

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author avatar Tranquilpen
9th Nov 2011 (#)

Your Caring spirit soars!

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author avatar Tranquilpen
29th Oct 2011 (#)

Gosh! You sure know just how to raise me up Bev, Thank you;-))

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author avatar Songbird B
31st Oct 2011 (#)

Andre, you really don't realise how good a poet you are... When you write, you really touch people..and that is such a gift and deserves to be acknowledged my friend... This poem made me cry..It was nostalgic and bittersweet.. I am looking forward to more of your well penned poems my dear friend.. \0/x

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author avatar Tranquilpen
31st Oct 2011 (#)

Hello dear Bev, thank you so very much. Did you see the special SECRET message I left you? It's inside the link! in the verse: "she held my heart tight shut"

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author avatar Songbird B
4th Nov 2011 (#)

Thank you for that lovely link within your poem my dear friend...You touch me with your kindness Andre..\0/x

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author avatar Bridgitte Williams
2nd Nov 2011 (#)

Aww, bravo and spectacular tribute!! :-)

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author avatar Tranquilpen
2nd Nov 2011 (#)

Hello Bridgitte, so good of you to drop in my friend. It was was my third attempt at poetry.It pales in the presence of your own as well as all of the other great poets on wiinut

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author avatar Maria Malone
8th Nov 2011 (#)

Heartfelt beautiful poetry of an enduring love....flowing and lovely, well done!!

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author avatar Tranquilpen
9th Nov 2011 (#)

Hello Maria, your words are highly valued my friend, thank you:-))

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author avatar Starr
13th Nov 2011 (#)

Such a magical lovely poem, a true work of art. Thank you for the share :)

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author avatar Tranquilpen
13th Nov 2011 (#)

Thank you Starr, I value your comment:-))

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author avatar hiba
14th Jun 2012 (#)

amazingly soul touching words ... =)

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