A leader looks forward
He doesn't look back
Makes tough decisions
Rarely backtracks
He's not always right
And he's sometimes unwise
Yet he admits his mistakes
He deals not in lies
He has his core values
When he speaks, he inspires
He may not be beloved
But he's widely admired
For truth is his calling card
He's genuine, sincere
He'll do the right thing
Though it may end his career
It has been quite a while
Since America's been blessed
With a straight-backed President
Who could pass such a test
Yet for the USA to again
Kindle Liberty's flame
We'll need such a leader
Not one who puts us to shame
Memories fade slowly
Flickering with spurts of afterglow
The bad and ugly quick to go
The good crystallize, glint and twinkle
Before fading like embers to ash, in fire out.
Dawn is twilight played in reverse
Memories the same
Outcome backtracks to cause rewinds
Sometimes we choose to forget what happened
Cut the tape, pause the restart.
Twilight is transition with fade
Afterglow heralds night seeping in
Gobbling morsels of last light's ruby red glow
Storing rays, beams, shafts to kindle the dawn
Night twixt twilight and first light twins.
Photos are the afterglow of memories fading
Triggers and prompts to awaken times past,
In twilight years of life as we grow old
Cherishing memories in one last afterglow
As life span in twilight, fades and is gone.
To our commitment I already got myself engaged
Though you redoubtably say I’ve changed,
You think I no longer care
Or do you no longer see me still standing there?
With every backtracks I lose speech,
Blood to win you over was gone at leech
No, I never meant to do you harm
But in this home you and i built, can’t you come?
If you wish me to penitent with my foolishness,
As I plead, will you grant me forgiveness?
Look deep into me and start anew,
See in my eyes ‘there’s only you’
I am me, with you around,
Without you I can’t be in ground.
I am never callous with conflicts,
But your love is what I need ‘for keeps’.
The “forthcoming” backtracks on dilly-dallied whispers.
They place verbal down payments on layaway,
Incomplete soul mates
Running on muted slow dances
Blanketing their pain
“Oh, how I always wished for your lips against my selfless animosity”, said Nobody.
Another decrepit smile
Pandering arrogant Bible verses,
They stroke heartbeats
Made of blood diamond fallacies
Reflecting upon misery with convex eyes,
Companionship denied,
“I’m so glad you stayed”, said Somebody.
Placating vehement touch,
They ache for petulant innocence
To rock them to sleep
Lullabies venture unto unknown certainties,
Lackadaisical clef sharpens ill-fated tomorrows
They make “love” to invisible yesterdays,
Feeding off strenuous caress
Torn, silky dress
Perpetuating restraining orders in duress
Bloodied retinas blink,
Vexed
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out of sync the wheel
squeaks, too many little
brown mice with big mice ears
have chewed my bearings
a sunbeam sits on my
dislocated shoulder
and the cat's in the cradle
sleeping with the whole ball of wax
(what a yarn that is!)
i sharpen my nails and
dig in the posthumous dirt
of my arrival, coming
undone by the light of the silvery
moon, sprinkles melting on cupcakes
and newlyweds
it's nine yards and an inch,
hail hail all ye who enter
my sleep, prepare for Occam's
close shave, reality bites the dust
and then backtracks into ruts
of self-disclosure, counting crows,
mismatched socks, and coins for the
ferryman
watching
hi-def TV and writing poetry
that fall by the wayside, colours
of flesh and inhibition, the scent of lavender
honeysuckle and ginger blossoms pounding at my door:
wake up you crazy easy fool,
time is ticking and the crocodile is not
far away, your shadow is being dry-cleaned.
Neap tide rising by minutes
swirls me in upset sand
gritty
irritating
chaffing
catches in creases
of furrowed brow.
Washed up fodder
gifted from the sea
adds to my heap
of disuse.
Backtracks undent the
sand
unmarking my passage.
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