Good Person : Its YOU

Good Friend : Its YOU again

Good Heart : That's YOU !

Good Will : Its also YOU !

Good Looking Ahh.... hold it. Its 2 much 4 u..... Now its ME

Promise me we are true friends

I am lamp you are light

I am Coke you are Sprite

I am Sawan you are badal

I am Normal you are Pagal

I am Water you are Tanki

I am Tarzan you are Monkey.....PoOoOoH!!!

My little one whose tongue is dumb,
whose fingers cannot hold to things,
who is so mercilessly young,
he leaps upon the instant things,

I hold him not. Indeed, who could?
He runs into the burning wood.
Follow, follow if you can!
He will come out grown to a man

and not remember whom he kissed,
who caught him by the slender wrist
and bound him by a tender yoke
which, understanding not, he broke.

At odds of the night my sister Irene and I
Would count our coins that we might run away,
Stepping off the fated path of pain
That led me to the man whom I would love.
So little do we know of these, our lives,
That lead through dark and bitter labyrinths,
Sometimes to wind through sorrows unrelieved,
Sometimes to turn and climb through sunlit fields.

My mother was shot when I was three years old.
They brought us up to Anchorage to see her.
I don't remember hearing she was dying.
I cried for juice and then was led away.

They took us down to live in Lower Kalskag
With those who didn't care how we might wander
Through the chaos of their junk-strewn days,
Two melodies oft sung but rarely heard.

Often then we thought to run away
To live under the frozen moon and stars
Like faeries in a world of glittering ice,
Tinkling with each breath of polar wind;

Or walking with the freedom of the dead
By daylight in the shadows of the living,
Playing tricks on those whose anger lashed us
With all the passing fury of a storm.

Ah, bitter cold those days in Lower Kalskag!
Love was like an eagle high above us,
Soaring high above our frozen valley
Strewn with pleasure's gnawed and splintered bones.

And life for me exactly was my heart:
A stone grooved deeply by slow-moving ice,
Borne upon an unrelenting glacier
Sliding like a snake towards some vast hell.

Long were I then lost to angry lust
Like those around me, save for two bright angels,
Strangers moved to pity by my suffering,
Who sent me to the Wrangell Institute.

There was a serenity of order
Strict with the insistence of wise love,
And I could be a child once again,
Safe to dream within my castle walls.

And there I met my life's sweet love and light,
The boy who would become my man, my husband,
Whom I'd not have found another way.
And even as two children we knew love.

After Wrangell Institute I headed
Back to Lower Kalskag, for I knew
No other place to wait upon adulthood
When I and my sweet boy could make a home.

I never knew I had an older brother,
Now grown, who met me at the Wrangell airport,
Tore up my ticket, vowed that I would never
Go back to live in such a hell again;

And sent me to my sister in Bethel,
A sister also whom I never knew,
And there I stayed until I finished high school
And joined again the partner of my life.

We walked through rich and lovely fields together,
Filled with children, some who didn't live,
Nor would I choose now to have suffered less
Upon a different path from birth to death.

We cannot know where fate by chance may take us
Or where the road through suffering may lead,
Or whether when we're most submerged in darkness,
Our steps are headed straight into the light.

In the 'Journal' of my heart,
I have written an 'Entry'
'Debiting' your love and 'Crediting' my affection.
Darling, you write the 'Narration'
Your first love I have already 'Posted'
in the 'Ledger Folio'.
As our relation is based on
'Double Entry System'
And as our love is 'Real' and 'Tangible'
You 'Debit' what comes in
I 'Credit' what goes out.
Your beauty is the 'Capital' of our business,
My eyes are 'Stock-in-trade'
Let us enter into a 'Transaction'
You secretly give me 'Trade Discount'
I will openly give you 'Cash Discount'
And thus my partner,
Our 'Trading and Profit & Loss Account'
Will show 'Super Profits'.
On the 'Cheque' of your cheeks
I have enclosed all my 'Wealth';
Get them 'Encashed' with my 'Bankers'
Anytime you desire to do so,
The little counter of my heart
Will remain open for you,
Even during non-banking hours.
Darling, you just have a 'Contra-entry'
As you are on my 'Debit' side and
'Credit' side both at the same time.
And so my heart let us 'Rectify'
All our errors, and total the 'Trial Balance'
of our affairs arithmetically,
Without maintaining any 'Suspense Account'.
In the 'Balance Sheet' of our life,
My children will be 'Assets' and
If they are girls we will call them 'Sundry Creditors'.
But if they are a boy and a girl,
our 'Balance Sheet' will be adjusted
Automatically and
The 'Accounts' will show a true and
Fair view of lovely 'Business'.
Conducted during the life ending and
Finally the 'Auditors'
Will clarify it.

When you were just a lad of twenty,
Wet behind the ears,
You bet me that you wouldn't marry
At least a full ten years.
Well, that was but eight years ago,
And here you are today:
The partner of a lovely bride,
A groom in full array!

A thousand dollars is my prize
Now you've been proven wrong.
The moral is: it's never wise
To think you are too strong

To be touched by the beauty of
An unrestrained affection.
You lost your bet, but won your love:
Now here's to your selection!

Wedding Poems