June K. Vargo

Rochester, NY, USA

June has been writing poetry for a very long time. When a senior in high school, Blainsville, PA her class advisor asked her and another student to write short poems (a total of 122) for each for the graduating seniors for class day. She had no idea that she had the ability. She did and today is member of the International Society of Poets Hall of Fame! She has been married to Michael H. Vargo for 45 1/2 years. They have three married children and two adorable grandsons. She has been retired from the Monroe County Health Department for 6 years. June loves writing!

Companions

I hear the shrillness in he soundless scream.
I see the brilliance in the sunless beam.
I know that things are not what they seem.
There is not repartee in my mindless dream.
My dream of a land so fresh so new.
My dream of a land laden with morning dew.
My dream of a land that belongs to me .. and to you.
In this adventure so fresh so new.
I hear the footsteps as we walk the walk less mile.
Suddenly, I see the repartee as we wait the wait less while.
The 'ups' the 'downs' makes life a potential aisle
Giving to this couple all its worth that life can beguile.
As with Adam and as with Eve, we try to express
Our virtues, our excellence, our righteousness.
As HE did with Antonya and Cleopatra, let Him bless
My partner an I as we caress.
I sense the joyfulness from the joy we have leaned to accept.
I vision the bottomless bottom of our two lives; depth.
We have conquered out land for which we had wept
As companions we life... in our eternal crypt.

Pressed Against A Nimbus Sky

It was the tenth month of the year as the leaves were beginning to change
And am apple tree caught my eye.
Red, golden and green were the colors
Pressed against a nimbus sky.
No artist's brush could have capture it
The colors were perfectly blended.
Only God could create that magnificent work
Exactly as he had intended.
As I stood there watching that illusion, a young and pretty girl
passed me by.
Her long and golden hair blew freely in the October wind, the realness
of that mirage
Pressed against a nimbus sky.
I dared not speak ... ner'y a work did I utter
As she sauntered past my side.
Never! Never in a month of Sunday would I surmise
that she would one day be my bride.
We met a later date in time
Mutual love filled each our eye.
Promising forever. forsaking never... our precious love
Pressed against a nimbus sky.


All poems Copyright © 1997 June K. Vargo. All rights reserved.