Sweet September morn Fall's freshness Natural normalcy was all around us
Soon something shifted, shalt not
Killing came - Monumental Madness
Hate hit our twin towers.
Pierced Pentagon caused fiery flames
"Let's Roll" rested in farmer's field
Exclusive to us
That sunshine bubble
Joy's realm, afloat.
Proud claim, no child then
Could, meek, promote!
For whom do now speak
Hoarse, too, echoes back
Blames not cloud, dart:
"Frowned in, darkened up.
Swore, burst apart".
wrote last poem months ago
will not write another so
guess i'll stick with good ol' prose
prosaic from head to toes
if i write anything now
post only me anyhow
no one need read this my trash
algorithms turned to ash
say no more of politics
theology only tricks
you into false contentment
lulls the brain like compliment
dulls the pain of resentment
makes our love hate's complement
wish not to over complain
but ennui's bored me insane
in world prefabricated
all new remains outdated
and what's real is really rare
but fake has millions spare
routine is the only route
for time space life to run out
replace me with a monkey
and you'll save beaucoup money
sorry if self pity's wrong
self regard's just not so strong
seems i've carried on too long
so i'll end this silly song
LONG AGO
It seems the love I've known
Has always been the contingent and transitory kind
Maybe that is why
I have felt so alone
For a long time
Long ago, when I was younger
The feel of life was so good, I thought I’d have a great future
But so many things went annoyingly wrong
Like someone had changed the rules without notice
Many stories that were inspired never got published
Although, a few good things did occur
I lived by day and tried to keep my feelings in
I am not sure how I could have survived without family
But that was so long ago
When I look at myself
in the mirror, I see an
18-year-old teen who
grew up too young.
10 years before 18,
I was an 8-year-old
girl living off food
stamps and strangers.
10 years before 8,
my mom was 27
and my brother
was born.
10 years before 27,
my mom was 17
and attending a
tailoring school
her uncle had paid.
10 years before 17,
my mom was 7 and
had her first comm-
union. 6 years later,
she would lose
an arm.
50 years later,
I am 28 years old,
and when I look
in the mirror,
I'm still 18 years.
It's been 10 years
since then,
nothing has changed,
not for the better,
not for the worse.
10 years of continuous
time loop and I stay
stranded in my thoughts.
My brother left,
My sisters are still kids,
my parents needing help,
I stay stranded along
the way.
Has God left me since then?
I wish I knew his thoughts,
I wish I knew his plans,
I wish I knew what comes
after this life if at all
I make it.
Sometimes I wonder
if I followed a different
path back then,
would 10 years ago
made a difference?
So long ago you left my perfect world.
You were fifty-five- I was thirty-two.
My broken heart that day became unfurled!
How could this ever happen, losing you?
Dear Mom, I've missed you by my side each day.
It's been so many years since you've been gone.
You never saw your grandkids grow to say
that they have grandkids too to love and fawn.
Yet, through these years, you often came to me-
I felt you by my side so many times.
Your spirit up above, so hopefully,
enfolds me in your arms, to see the signs.
In time, I will find you beyond the stars!
Reborn togetherness will then be ours.
Two Years Ago
Two years ago
Today
She went
To be with precious Jesus.
No more long struggles
No more pain
Just peace
And happiness with Him
Much more than all before.
For sixty years
God gave us life
Together close
Together close
Together close to Him
Some day God knows
We’ll meet again
And never, never part.
Through Calvary’s Cross
Death will be gain
No more to suffer loss!
Many years ago
You have chosen me
To be your poet
And I am so happy that
I am your poet
All the poems that
I write have different feelings
That comes straight from my heart
Also I don't have to brainstorm
When I am writing
It comes to me automatic
Did the Yankees win?
Without sin
Challenging monarchy rule
Characterizing King as a fool
Escaping angry courts
Exploring adventurous ports
They came to a new world
Searching for patriotic pearls
Combatting rag tag war
Against red coated boars
Who thought they knew best
Putting rebellious subjects under arrest
Charging them for throwing tea
Into the Boston Harbor Sea
Defined as freedom of speech
Protest reached
Many others
American brothers
Wanting representation when taxed
Stating facts
Until the royals surrendered
Historians remember
My memories have all but faded
Somehow I still remember how much
Life had really meant to her
“To yearn or to long, which one shall it be?”
I know now that the stress on ‘yearn’ was not due to her accent
“Yearn for a living”
She always said
The only history
of you and me
are photographs
that show our happiness
long ago
And we're doing all this without Wendy,
I thought,
That's a good line to take it to the bridge
But we're not near the bridge,
I corrected
And realised that we in fact, are,
Near the bridge,
The motorway bridge
Cos we're going to the foresters
And you were here
Many years ago my love
One of the kids' school friends and
Sadly you are not here now
What a pity,
What a terrible pity as
The juke kicks in
A long long time ago...
A long long time ago you were here
And we, too
And of course now
You are not
What a pity
What a terrible pity...
A long, long time ago
You lived.
2025.03.08
You told me you were a loner,
You made me an invisible hanger.
Patiently hanging on for your next words.
You said you were a writer,
Indirectly you made me a waiter.
Waiting for you to tell me
When to contact, when to disappear,
That was not a good idea.
When I had no credit on my phone.
Indirectly, I had given you time to be alone.
Instead of advising me,
You let me wondering day and night.
Whether you were fine and alright.
Never mind, so we let bygone be gone by.
Wait a minute. Hang on,
Were you telling me after your birthday,
We were going to stay away,
From each other until your next birthday.
Never mind. It was fine by me.
I was no body cup of tea and I did not want to be.
One year on, I posted this birthday wishes,
Which was for yours eyes only,
It was all yours for the last 365 days,
You never treasured it any way.
So, it could be read by many others.
So long, Mr Loner. I bit you farewell.
Take care of yourself.
In the pictures, I’m smiling,
My face deeply tanned,
Surrounded by friends
In a faraway land.
A summer in Israel,
Without any cares,
To spend meeting people
At work picking pears.
We woke at 4:30
And, after a meal,
We boarded the trucks;
Oh, that life did appeal!
So different from all
That I knew from before.
To sweat in the orchards
Felt not like a chore
But like an adventure,
To be there among
Others on their own journeys,
All carefree and young.
I gave up years ago
I just never quit.
Y’know, as in stopped
Being who I am.
I had an early revelation
That not everyone would like me
When I realized that I didn’t like everybody.
Thus, I endeavored to solve the dilemma
By just being me with all of them
It worked, well….a little anyway
As some who didn’t like me
Began to like me
That forever “equal and opposite” rule
Evened things out.
I believe I am a funny guy
Alas, not all agree with this assessment
Some say that I go too far
Others hope I never return
As I said “I gave up years ago”
But I never quit.
Y’know…blowing bubbles in my chocolate milk
Licking my ice cream bowl
Building things with my mashed potatoes
Splashing in rainy day puddles
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