(Poems from my teen years)

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Shoes in
various sizes
colors, shapes
Of all the shoes
only one pair was
what she
wanted
for her 19th birthday
When she found one
her eyes wandered off
for one better fit
like she did when
choosing
her potential fiancé
Days flew by, undecided
She went back to the store
to notice the shoes were taken
As she missed the shoes
she envisioned the man,
misty-eyed
Once he was
nearly
hers

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This indecisiveness of me ultimately ended with my marriage.  Have I ever regretted or compared my husband with the man who once nearly mine?  Not
even once, to this day.  Mainly because I thought it was disgraceful thing to do.
Or, I loved the man who fathered my children.

During the decades of our marriage we’ve had some ups and downs.  But we
managed to stay in marriage.  At times, it wasn’t easy.  Times like that, we reminded ourselves that the divorce would bring unpleasant side effects.

As we get older we become more like good friends.  Or, like the cliche, we become like a pair of old shoes, feeling more comfortable than new ones.  I still
have a tendency of vacillating on some matters.  To me, it’s a form of thoughtfulness, which plays an important roll in keeping the marriage in track.
For that, I suppose, I should be thankful for the particular flaw of mine.  What
an irony!

(Byung A. Fallgren Blog)

With time
her fantasy and
dreams waned
pain gained
Of all the pains
she fiercely guards herself
from ones that disguise in
sweet kisses then
devour her soul

(Byung A. Fallgren)

You throw
all the misfortune
into me, and
I will turn them
into musing jewels

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What a splendid display!
Her craft draws
the awe-stricken eyes
as if for the first time
She gives birth to
all the creatures
in her kingdom
polishes jagged refuse
tragedy
of past,
preserving the original
color so bright,
subtle hue
She imbues
her passion, philosophy
in each piece
as the final touch,
let them ponder
in eternal repose!

(Byung A. Fallgren Blog)

We sauntered around at the fair,
viewing cattle, arts and crafts,
All the while, I saw your face
in my mind, thinking
how I can bring you back to us
While dusting bookshelf,
at the computer,
all I think about is you
As a well-meaning friend
my heart bleeds for your abrupt leave

Are you taking a break?
Have you found a lover?
In that case, Congratulations!
Whatever you are doing,
come back, my friend
to your eager fans
to the poetry you left behind
which shouldn’t be the end,
for our lives go on

(by Byung A. Fallgren Blog)

I’ve neither seen you nor
heard of you, yet I sense you,
see you in my dream
feel you in my heart
I’m your future fiancé,
wife, mother of your child
Tonight, lying in my bed,
I feel you weep,
staring at the gun in your hand
Don’t do that, my love!
Why would you give up
your life over those who
snapped your dream,
plunged you into depression?
If you cannot help it,
seek medical help, my love
I maybe unseen by you
but I see you
in my dream,
feel you in my heart
See me, my love
Feel me
I’m your future wife
I need you!

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This is written for both men and women who are suicidal victims of depression or any other form; “Unseen Woman” can be their family and friends.  Statistics show
suicide rate, especially among young people, rises in U.S. Being aware of the signs of people around you and help them can lower the rate.

(by Byung A. Fallgren.  Byung A. Fallgren Blog)

Being a single, you are vulnerable
to emotional wound, tend to be
charmed by good-looking people
without knowing their inner side
His or her poetry seem to mean
something about their lives even though
it’s a mere description of an image

When a person of interest is mysterious
and you cannot figure it out with
your common sense and intelligence,
avoid him or her then find another
who is clear as crystal
Save your soul from farther chasing
a phantom in your wild imagination

You are lovable, my friends
You deserve someone beautiful
and have a wonderful life

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I don’t know what prompted me to write this.
I guess I’m having a senior moment.  : )

(by Byung A. Fallgren)

Her voice is
in the singing birds
Her smile is
in the morning sun
Her kiss is
in the breeze
Her warm embrace is
in the soft petals
Oh Mother, I see you
everywhere!

(by Byung A. Fallgren)