Best Sera Poems
My aunt was laid to rest today
With eulogies and rain.
Her children wept and shoveled dirt
In disbelief and pain.
Her life was long and full and rich;
She clearly was adored,
With all of those attending,
Admiration-wise, on board.
My aunt loved "Que sera, sera"
And someone sang it out.
We all joined in, accepting what
That song is all about.
A funeral's an ending
But reminds us we should see
That the future proves the chorus -
What will be will surely be.
Que Sera Sera
was a hit from Doris Day
back in the fifties.
In "The Man Who Knew Too Much",
she sang this wonderful song.
Que Sera...On Love
I've given up on Love.
And it`s given up on me
I guess it just hasn't been mean`t to be.
Things aren't always as they seem, you see.
I've known Love and it will always be there with me.
But enough is enough, it`s too hard to bare.
I miss those sweet kisses and the snuggle, buggle days.
I miss your soft touch and your tempting, teasing plays.
I miss your warm smile and your silly sinful ways.
I've given up on Love.
And it`s given up on me.
My heart is in pieces, like a puzzle without one piece.
What`s the use of putting it together?
It`s just not the same.
I think I`m the loser in this life, we call a game.
Some days I just scream and want to sit and curse your name.
But who am I kidding, you`re not the only one to blame.
What we had is gone now.
And it`s just a damn shame.
I've given up on Love.
And it`s given up on me.
Que sera, Que sera.
Things just weren't mean`t to be.
Don`t think you can come by with your sweet talkin way.
Thinkin that your talkin will make me go play.
I just can`t keep doing this, it`s not right, it`s not fair.
Please just go away and don`t come over here.
This time in my life, I`m seeing things clear.
Stay away, stay away, don`t come over here.
I've given up on Love.
And it`s given up on me.
I know you don`t want to leave.
I know you don`t want to go.
We both know it`s the right thing, this you do know.
What we have for each other will always be there too.
I've got to bury it down deep, and move on.
You do too.
But it still hurts none the same.
You know that to be true too.
Move on to where?
Move on to what?
I've given up on Love.
And it`s given up on me.
The darkest lights are shining
When the brightest is away
The cold depths i'm mining
Miss the warmth of day
I felt a painful miracle
I wished upon a star
What's a ripple but a wrinkle?
I learned of time from healing scars
Recovered from the mortal wound
That she dealt me more than once
How could i ever play a fair hand,
When she stacked the deck?
Though i had to play that game so many times,
What else should i expect?
It is what it is
What it isn't
What will be, will be
We are what we are
What we aren't
Found someone who heals, to mend
Someone that's my love, and friend
Done wandering, i've found my Zen
And done wondering what could have been
Que sera, sera.
Standing aloof on the rooftop.
Still at the heart of the streets.
Sea of people swimming by.
Que sera, sera.
Running slowly on the track.
Ready on this spotlight of stadium.
Ribbons flying and passing by.
Que sera, sera.
Steaming hot on the bathtub.
**** at the tail of the whirlpool.
Smoke of hurricanes gliding by.
Que sera, sera.
Crossing legs on the theatre.
Crawl on this stage of illusion.
Crowds’ applause slipping by.
Que sera, sera.
Opening wide on the engine.
Over the top of the plane.
Old times below me going by.
He just laid there, ignoring us all
Hibernating like a “lost Boy”
Colorless, like the breath that used to be
He looks like no one I’ve seen
Eyes on him, judging, mocking, loving
Mine were in disbelief, cold, numb
I quit on the greatest show of all
Pup tents in my heart
Not for me, so my sibling wasn’t alone
Tear ducts, barren and dry
I love her, I loved him
We’re products of my father’s demise
Glanced over at the human shell
Realizing my father left two days ago
His soul gone to who knows
I was looking at my reflection
Why do I feel depressed of late?
Is it something disagreeable I ate?
Is it the feeling of the underdog?
Or the feeling of a broken cog?
Or is it just the climacteric
Which makes my mind and body sick?
The feeling is undefinable
Makes my actions quite unstable.
Have a tendency to snap and shout
And throw, unwontedly, my weight about.
My views have become quite cynical,
Life’s become quite clinical.
“Things will happen as ordained,
Fatalism has got to be ingrained!”
But however rational I try to be
Just can’t accept “Divine Decree.”
And if things don’t move as I want
Am bound to continue to rave and rant.
What is it with you that is so special?
That makes my heart beat faster, and miss a beat and the butterflies you put in my stomach.
Is it your white smile or your humbleness, your delicate ways
or your love for humanity.
That caring motherly side or the way you look at somebody making them feel special, like they were the only one in the world.
Is it your voice or that secret garden that is your inner world. Or the fact that I cant have you eventhough I would like to.¨
You are a dream that I would not like to wake up from a memory that makes me smile.
The conjunction of a verb I dont know how to conjugate.
We were collegues,
we are friends
we will be?
It makes you realize feeling close to somebody, does not have
anything to do with geographical distance but more a mental, emotional connecton.
I undress my soul and heart for you I show you my scars and wounds.
Tell you things I tell nobody still my nakedness gives me no shame.
I am a wandering man, with no direction but- forward.
Yet you make think what if I´d settle or at least have your companionship through this journey called life.
"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship"
The end is not ours to see, only time will tell.
Che sera, sera, whatever will be, will be.
Theists proclaim, "I believe in god."
Atheists proclaim, "I do not believe in god."
Agnostics proclaim, "Que Sera Sera."
Human insecurity
The cradle
Of ignorance
Through to
Obscurity.'
spontaneous fits of anger
bouts of jumbled up disarray
Disheveled and violently shaken
Awoken From my slumber
almost had me mistaken
The glorious days are long gone
Have been that way for some time now
no longer do I cry or pout
I've learned to just let the situations ride out
no use staying in a state of somber
it is what it is
And that's all it will ever be
Sunset’s on fire mañana sera;
The sky mirrors desire’s smile
caught on my face que bonita;
Un bella noche gaze up a while;
Lashes dance with cosmic dust
embedded now it’s just my style;
Such anticipation I may bust,
dreams linger too high si’ or no?
Still, I hold so tight cheeks flushed;
Walking a fine line loco o rico;
My glass a mix of both que bueno!
our silent scream of delight in the vibrant void
goes unnoticed as we continue to be toyed
willingly we may add, by the divine caress
a lingering ecstatic rapture where more is less
wherein we are both captive as well as free
as bliss mysterious makes its enigmatic entrée
teleporting us to our core within throbbing
pulsating with ignition in renewal vivifying
and thus as awareness without thought we flow
in a continuum of unbroken is-ness all aglow
que sera sera
whatever will be will be
05-August-2020
I guess I'm just a dreamer
Outside reality
I'm on a path that stretches on
The end I can't now see
But I've determination
That's one aspect of me
Plus endless dedication
Though what will be, will be