Best Bonding Poems
Our giggles lilt, whirling on paths divine
Inventing new summer tricks, how bubbly
That every joy ride is a drink so fine
From which we both sip, late nights of coffee.
Secrets we keep under river's deep floor
Like mirrored glass where we color the dew,
An only sis, eldest bloom I adore
When pained tears cascade; she’s my first rescue.
Though disputes flare, ardor bestows rebirth
With shared compass guiding a walk called life;
Exploring beyond dreams, fonder this earth,
As she cradles my hope, now a blest wife.
The music still dances within our eyes
One treasure of love bonding as allies.
When Older Siblings or Younger Step In...
Eve Roper’s Contest
1/2/2015
Apart from our nice 3 piece suite the cat has clawed and shredded
it's knocked over a figurine that lies there prone, beheaded.
I'm quite adept and nimble fingered-
Have I got the knack
to use a tube of superglue and stick her noggin back?
The bottled glue is near opaque, unseen and so I doubt
if any glue is left inside, then all of it squirts out.
I'll grab the phone, dial 101 and get help if I'm able
to prise my thumb and forefinger from off the kitchen table.
Should I get free then this might be the chance to commit crime
since two of my poor fingerprints won't grow back for some time.
I've scraped and polished tirelessly but the table's still got glue on.
Should one more figurine get smashed-
I'll just go buy a new one.
He followed the motion and before it left the hand, he was away.
His greatest thrill was fulfilling his purpose, to please.
On returning, he stood patient, waiting for that firm stroke
That caressed his spine; and the feel of the palm on his ribcage;
Two pats coupled with the words: “Good Boy”.
He knew this pleasure was a current that ran both ways.
This game of fetch, as close as he could ever come,
To playing catch with his father.
The way they did,
When he was once a boy.
parakeet perched on finger
I repeat words
to make mine his
capturing his gaze
does he know what they mean
does he know what pretty means
that he is pretty
is he proud
sunlight through window illuminates
yellow wing feathers
breast of green
he’s bought to teach me patience
as a child
move slowly as not to startle
gain frail trust with grace
when least expected
he mimics me
feed and change the paper
at the bottom of the cage
care for him when molting
feathers fall like leaves
well before the call of spring
patches of bare skin await
transformation
MEN’S WEEKEND FUN
……………………
THE GETAWAY
Vegas
First-Class
FOUR BACHELORS IN A BAR
Find date
Stalemate
TIME FOR POKER
They bluff
Sell stuff
CRUISING BY MIDNIGHT
Road Trip
Bucks dip
GUY TALK
“Love hurts”
Rhum spurts!
PUNCHLINE FROM A WOMAN
Playboy?
Girl’s Toy
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with my wind-blown mane riding with time’s first cherubic chance
the early dusk’s gate opens; “ Oh,Frank..it’s you”, he smiles in a trance
in the porch, trays of capers and breeze of tea sing of smiles, so much to know
he slowly rewinds pages of Hispanic tales; i feel his poetry and life escapades grow
we sip our passion for books and rare sentiments, bonding like old friends for hours
rising then pausing about music, humor and tears, lost loves and even April showers
his peppered hair defies what he calls gentle aging, punch lines grant us release
as stars shape an ending of one night with pleasant tingles of fun and deep peace
after a slight buddy pat, i hand him my painting with hopes we meet once more
knowing he warmly enjoys the gypsy and angel in me, as i gaily walk out the door
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(( for Michael Falotico's " First Words Over Coffee"))
by nette onclaud
[Instrumental]
Some think it's given up front,
some think it's earned.
Some think it's something innate,
some think it learned.
Though trust is not a physical thing
it can be broken, shattered, smashed.
And with each blow the trust left is not like cash.
Its more like water, it drips and drizzles and oozes all away.....
Its meant to be in a calm still pool not agitated in any way.....
Though the pool can settle to a blow the container might gain a crack.
And its ourselves you see that need the fixing, to hold the trust pool back.
With trust in yourself, and trust in others, the world is a friendly place.
With lack of trust into a bleak world we are thrust and our future is in decay....
(and its scary too)
So build the bonds of trust with me, and as I will with you...
To be there for each other, no matter what may come
is the best in this world we can do.
And if you can make this leap with me
a relationship is possible you see.
(Because ultimately trust is a two way street)
Though trust is not a physical thing
it can be broken, shattered, smashed..
And with each blow the trust left is not like cash...
[Outro]
Its more like water, it drips and drizzles and oozes all away...
Its meant to be in a calm still pool not agitated in any way...
Though the pool can settle to a blow the container might gain a crack.
And its ourselves you see that need the fixing, to hold the trust pool back.
So heal with me. So you and I can be.
Meet me in the middle and lets see what this can be...
Give us a try.
Take a leap of faith.
Build that bridge each day, with a step each and every day!
With me you are safe.
With me you are safe.
With me you are safe....
What man would welcome the bonds of mortgage,
Drown in a long drink of boredom each night?
For celluloid loves we’d gladly forage,
Evil and despair we’d gallantly fight.
Childhood dreams put in permanent storage,
Follow villains into cowardly flight.
A life ordinary needs no courage,
Unlike courting harm to put the world right.
What woman would so crave stability,
She’d aspire to be a coupon maven,
Betroth herself to tame maternity,
For a rut no makeup can enliven,
Spurn the kiss of dapper virility,
Pass each tinselled day ever more craven?
A whole world resigned to mortality,
Thus chases life with double-o-seven.
You are the liken
to the like,
and frankly I got to say,
I’m inspired by your ambitions.
Your philosophy on life
is such a strong vision.
Your clarity & class is first rate.
sparked by an ambiance of attentive emotion.
There’s that peace in your voice
that reflects instant devotion.
As you work this drab party.
Slowly we go through these motions.
Never fake
just to ripe for the world,
and everybody
wants
a piece.
I love it
when we touch.
It’s as though our skin were as one.
It's the way you connect to me within.
celebrating this unity
with bonding love,
it's as though I can feel
gods grace above.
our relationship as beautiful
as it is smart.
your intellectual commentary
go's straight to my heart,
and as it would be
you are the best person
ever.
And I’m not only saying this
because we put are money on
forever.
banking on life’s positive endeavors.
It’s more then your degrees that make you clever.
And every day I’m glad I signed on.
You make the me
better & better.
We are blessed with
loves tether.
I bonded with a stranger today.
It was at the airport in Honolulu.
I was waiting for my flight to be
called. I thought, I better take
advantage of these spare minutes and
visit the ladies room one last time.
When I entered through the restroom
doorway I heard someone sobbing.
There sitting at one end of an orange
covered couch was a slender Japanese
young lady. I felt an immediate need
to comfort her. I said in my kindest
voice "can I help you? What is wrong"?
She said in her broken English that her
mother had just died and she was
going to her funeral. She cupped her
face in both her hands, rocking herself:
her tears dropping onto her lap. I felt
compelled to sit down beside her
and I began to offer words I hoped
would comfort her. I put my arm around
her shoulders and lightly rubbed
her back. I said, your mother is not
dead. Her spirit is still alive. It is only
her body that is no longer here. You
can still talk to her and she will hear you.
She loves you and she is watching over you.
I related how I had recently lost my
mother and how I still talk to her, and
that I feel she hears me. I heard my
flight number being called over the
speakers in the restroom. I said a silent
prayer to help her cope with the pain of
her loss. I gave this dear stranger a hug
and asked her if she would be alright
because I had to leave. She shook her
head yes and I rose to leave with tears
in my eyes. Yes, I feel I really bonded
with a stranger today, and she with me.
They say the Father wound
runs deep in society
as it keep you from each other
same as father daughter
materialism creates a chasm
beyond the father wound
I think
Mother wound is now equal
in the pursuit of equality
career is paramount
the maternal drive is subdued
oh, there'll be time later
but what about the generation gap
late children suffer
you're like grandparents
if you please
can you see?
Baby bonfires, baby back ribs
Old whiskey, wine & cigars
Dark trees, bushes, and water
Lit by pale moon mist and the stars
Tunes that told tales
Of lost minds, hearts & souls
World's problems we all sought to mend
Raucous debate & laughed as we ate
While fishing poles swayed in the wind
My son Kevin is a fine young man
With a positive attitude and the motto “yes I can”!
His energy is amazing and there’s no challenge too great
Results oriented like his mom, he’s a winner out the gate
Anything mechanical a piece of cake for gifted hands
Fast cars his passion as we watch from the stands
A Navy vet for which we are proud
Lots more to tell but there’s too big a crowd
This message should be perfectly clear
I will always hold my son Kevin dear!
My Heart enjoys a lot,
in this Spring season..
Do you wanna know,
what's the main reason....
..
I get Special feelings,
for My pals to share..
As they are Heartiest,
I take proper care....
..
As clouds floats with,
delicate air breeze plates..
Same My Life moves,
with Sweet Heart Mates....
..
Magical sound comes from,
continuous flow of river..
Here I am suffering from,
magical True Friends' fever....
..
True Friendship book is,
coloured with faithful paints..
Pure Blessings protects relation,
like as of Truthful Saints....
..
Respect every person either,
boy or a girl..
You'll find a Beautiful,
relationship like a Pearl....
..
Friendship is a subject where,
Understanding matters a lot..
Care, Dedication & Time,
strengthens this Relationship Pot....
Until the satire makes you happy,
Until the exhaustion seems glossy,
You need to prove it somehow,
That you are not unknown anymore now!
Until the feelings hit hard on your chest,
Until a stranger can hold your waist,
Until an unknown can call you by your surname,
Until you play something that does not look like a game;
Until you are jealous of some stranger,
Until you know that you are a pretender,
Until you kill someone with their attitude,
You and I are friends with undeniable aptitude;
Both you and I are dazzling and chilling like spring,
With eyes that gleam and minds that softly sing.
Those sweetest words gazing upon the skyline,
A promise made in silence - "Your heart is forever mine."
Both of us are now waiting to meet in the sublime,
Our fate is a mysterious, yet forsaken paradigm.
You smile more and be happy when I am around,
Draw your kiss on my forehead until we are unbound.