Goodbye my favorite forever
Eternal fragments lost in abstract soup de jour
Our handshakes full of tremors
When the memories rain it's sore
My heart in freefall, falling up and out, forever's too soon
The paragraph on the backs of pictures stabs the point home
Skeletal strangers with nothing left to prove
The distance signals in real time leaving the breadcrumbs of
jarred hearts, painted candied hearts and Pacman ghosts in slow pursuit
The light of pumpkin eyes, rhythmical in pursuit of boyish daydreams
Girlish looks of starving hearts depreciated, are less than pennies now
Parting words circled in funny papers still shaking with regret
When you see me in the folded memories
Just know you're not alone
Your light smiling on in the hollows of my eyes
Smiling in hindsight begging you to come home
Begging me to be brave
Goodbye my favorite forever
You're my long way out
In fading and in passing
Set me a long way down
I learned to live unkissed, until
You inked my lips with scarlet bliss,
a taste of temptation spelling destiny's will,
blood drip quill tip piercing heart's prolonged pulses,
love spirit speaks seven syllabes of ritual thrill,
Mind as mouth breathes life's matrix,
I take the threat of your love
under the tongue of my boyish truth,
yet I know I can be the lover of your resolve
wrapping your bloom around my soul face proof,
I serve you delight of desire that only I can solve,
your body beckons as beauty wet smooth,
We are a universe uncursed by chaos,
your scent a supernova of love star bleed,
pouring ache into me like rose fire unlost
You are my olio of aficionado love cross plead,
crucify me on the front page of poetry, bold ghost,
enrapture my heart with conquest creed,
The mercy of my mouth you will need...
J.A.B
It's amazing how I resist change,
not all whispered promises are sublime;
they can make somebody cringe;
it's that poet who struggles for a rhyme.
Tricksters have a word for everyting
to cover up their embarrassing schemes;
I keep away from fakers who sugaroat dreams
with believable words that hide cheating.
Making me guess is the strangest suspense,
it's a selfish way to love yourself
and not care for anyone else;
shouldn't you hold me and love me to death?
Some tricksters have a word for everything
to over up their embarrassing schemes;
I keep away from fakers who sugarcoat dreams
with believable words that hide cheating.
I've been down the road of pretentiousness,
I expected but I got kicked in the ass;
that's how tricksters get what they want,
in the long run, they fail and remain defiant.
Fairy tales were written to make one dream,
did reality reveal their meaning with pretentious theme?
I read them with boyish curiosity, they brought a gleam,
not enough to make me jump up and scream.
I
corked
the last
lightning bug
in this Coke bottle,
too precious for any matchbox,
distinguishing it from slugs, snips, spineless annelids;
for no other reason than juvenile sensibilities, vainglorious captures,
nothing for practical science, all to preserve a boyish reputation that made me aleatory, dire, perilous, savage, bland
but pride, quaintly, comes as I bear its marginal light, dwindling the dutiful darkness of evening, like faint choking hymns of elder choristers; hence I pray it shall be till morning, since fireflies have no engagements with the sun
A sketch of thoughts , a drawing mind
Sees beyond words , the heart's design
Someone i think , with intentions unclear
Misguiding my path , bringing forth fear
They say I'm too young to know the truth
But my heart beats strong with feelings anew
A friend so dear with words that align
Writing the same lines in a language unknown
Struggling to speak in tongues not his
Yet his heart speacks loud
He yearns to grow up and shed boyish ways
He want me to the the same
Yet I feel most me in my youthful skin
A boy at heart where I find my kin
In a dance of words and hearts that beat
We find our path , our own unique skill
Thought our words might align but our hearts may not
In this friendship we find our own
Alas, ‘tis a tire, a tire o’thy ire
Hilli-ho! Bless ye enlightenment so,
O wonder is glutinous’n glory
Ho! So deem thee glutinous whence basking’n this glory!
Some push, some pull, cutting so deftly with idle energy
Chirrup! Ho, chirrup! Dance, do prance anyhow, everyhow
Professing unlike the former, latter insignificant thoughts
Chirrup! Why, clear away!
F’why hath this matter so?
Gladly glaze the superstition that supper is but brief
Conduct thee here, pulsing, thriving, alive here so
Bold young brooding worrywart
Thwart ye worries, in excitement and ecstasy and boyish buoyancy
And in an unbroken light enlighten, ho!
Stream beneath thee, bequeath thy soul!
F’one shall bask in glutinous glory afterall!
Yo-ho! Resolve thee, t’be a bran-new barmy mare.
28//1//26
Love’s overstated tales richly woven
To a wet hind the ears green pod by far,
For long I thought, love was a gift given,
Raw fantasies fallen as if from star,
I wasted all my youthful early age--
The fairy years of wide-eyed boyish life
That fostered further this impish image--
That love flowed but from alien breasts, blesst rife.
Yet, every breast with such belief is blest
And given time I grew up, chastened wise
That love's no one-way street, nor Cupid's heist--
A truth too late to ferret from raw lies.
A confluence love be of two rivers,
Both gift takers and both no less givers.
________________________________
Sonnet | 01.02.2010 | art, heart, love, river
Foppish fringe flutters..pianist tendrils tinkling..
Flitter finessing leathery fruits..
Caressing..stitched dreams tickled & tailored..
Swing..swerve in clandestine cahoots…
Curve…voluptuous velvety verve..
Wobble seam serendipity tempts..teases..
Sliding across creases..angle architect gliding..
Heaven sent tyro riding blazing trails..
Hellbent brio…Waggers & Trent..Timmy trio..
Touted trinity…selector trifecta..febrile fan affinity..
Tim’s timber hoicks topple Toblerones..
Schadenfreude stats sips.. Oiks suggest Timmy..
Ersatz Test imitator of Jimmy…
Naysayers…tut tutters spew from trolling gutters…
As Yoda may say…"Devil may care..unfair..flair in the air..this bowling pair share..'
Muffled murmurs of the goat..Hadlee float…gracing grassy notes..
Timmy..go on gimme one final shimmy…
Dare to dream…it will end.. as it did begin..
With that boyish grin..just beam..old friend
For Aunt Carolyn, in memory of Uncle Dennis
They were just teens outside a gift shop door,
He said, "Come on, Darling, let’s go explore."
With a wink and a grin, and her hand in his,
They stepped into life, not knowing how rare love like this is.
From navy bases to state lines they flew,
Boxes unpacked and smiles that grew.
Never a house—always a home,
Because love made each place their own.
He’d kiss her forehead, she'd fix his tie,
Even their bickering made cupids sigh.
Like teenagers dancing in a kitchen floor war,
Even their "fights" left you loving them more.
They held hands through hospital halls,
Through birthday cake crumbs and late-night calls.
And even when life was painfully tough,
They reminded us all—true love is enough.
Now she stands where he once stood near,
A bit more quiet, but holding him dear.
Because the thing about love that’s truly true—
Is it doesn’t end. It just waits for you.
So Aunt Carolyn, brave heart, please know this is true:
He’s just ahead now, saving a seat for you.
Still saying with that boyish grin so clever:
"Come on, Darling... let’s do forever."
Through many centuries in time
Our paths meet once again
The time is different and though the face has changed
Yet those clear blue eyes still remained.
The boyish grin that always made me smile,
The gentle touch of his hand urged me to stay even if just for just a while.
And then one day you and our world was gone.
I was faced to live in that world all alone .
As years and centuries past away ,
I wandered aimlessly, stumbling each step of the way .
Wandered until I once again found you ,
You smiled at me as I walked into the room .
Those centuries and years seem to melt away,
Could it be I had once again found you,
And this time together we will stay.
Slowly you smile as you walk up and said welcome back home my Lady,
You’re back home here with me and here you'll stay.
In this vast land called Lancer,
Arrive in town the two sons of Murdoch Lancer.
Scott the blue eyed golden haired son
Who could capture a young girl's heart.
Johnny who with his dark hair Mysterious eyes and boyish grin
Could also capture one’s heart again and again
Together they come to Lancer in answer to their father’s plea
To help him save the land and in return he’d make their help
.Worthy
The handsome soft spoken Boston Boy agreed to help the man he hardly Knew,
While Johnny a bit cautious took a bit of convincing but in the end he agreed Too.
And now with both his sons at his side
The men of the Lancer ranch ride
Written in memory of the TV series Lancer
How glad I could be if, like the teaching of the Gita
I can renounce the fruits of each of my tireless labour.
Being a long way from the perfection of Lord Krishna
Midst lost gifts, I'd seek my son's note that I value greater
As boyish, buoyant naughtiness navigated his road
Fun and frolic outwitted his fervour for true wisdom.
Roaming carefree, like a hippy, his youthful trails he trod
My hopes for him were hushed like the glows of a broken prism.
He grew up with his mother dead; I was his all in all.
My chides pierced his heart, which, I know, might be like a knife.
Like a gipsy, with a note, he left; didn't write or call.
That precious note is lost; I feel as though I've lost my life.
Silver, gold, or gems would never match a paternal bond.
Though in the travails of time, bonds tend to fly far beyond
At some point our paths crossed,
Valentine’s Day 2020 at a stupid party
all sanity was tossed.
At one point you charmed me,
Your boyish humour and warm eyes,
Made me dive into insecurity and naivety.
At some point I thought you were nice,
But good boys don’t meet you after 10
And neither are they colder than ice.
At one point you said I was too haunted,
That someone trying too hard
Was the last thing you wanted.
At some point I found a different guy,
And that’s when you realised
You were too rash to say goodbye.
At one point you crept in like a snake,
Said that I was way too memorable
And moved me like an earthquake
At some point you ignored my NO
Forced yourself and laughed,
Like adults in a freak show.
At one point I hated you,
Hated your ignorance and denial,
About what you put me through.
At some point I forgot you existed,
It took months of therapy,
But I finally felt free and lifted.
That boyish grin,
Those ice blue eyes .
He didn’t even have to speak,
We all knew and realized,
He captured the masses both young and
Old.
He was one we had waited for all
These years and at times
Not patiently,
He was the one to bring this country
Back to unity.
He was the one to continue old Joe’s
Prophecy
In the crowd chants and cried we want Bobby!
And though it’s not the Camelot of
Years ago but it doesn't need to be
This was another time , and another man
And as he walks up to the podium where they all can see,
He knows it is his time to make his mark in history
O, the love of pure heart's passion
thrumming wildly beneath his blouse
What he lacks in words, he makes up in action
then look ~ that boyish smile of satisfaction
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