By the way a rock pigeon cooed
Deliberately out of sight
And moved me to rise from bed
With my own jingle in heart
And July's breath stills the pond
In its disarming manner
And robs the chimes of their song
And warms the oleander
And the way a cottontail
Sits and stirs among the grass
And a quail stands atop the wall
And doesn't mind my presence
And the storm clouds had splintered
To let a golden haze form dawn -
I can tell that something good
And blessed is about to happen.
There are times,where you feel
Amazed
There times,where you feel
Sophisticated
There are times,where you feel
Honored
There times,where you feel
Modified
This is the story
A mountain bears mysteries
Pick up the pieces
A wind bear fresh air
Inhale those new beginnings
A tree bears fruitful intuition
Smile for those audiences
Admiring yourself
There are times,where you feel
Blessed
There are times,where you feel
Appreciated
There are times,where you feel
Respected
There are times,where you feel
Fulfilled
This should be an amazing story to be told
If I says I love you,
That is love you
"Gentleman"Yeah I says
Night is gradually being softy
Gradually night is being been softy,
That become pretty
If I says you are pretty,
That is you are pretty
"Dear"Yeah I says
The dark is gradually being softy
Gradually the dark os being been softy,
That become away
At the end with that gradually become
"Existentialism"Yeah I says
If I says you die,
That is you die,of course
Thwelt Di Nwe
Play your game
With faith that frames
Your mellow name
Live joy clear
With hope that cheers
Your feelings here
Prize brisk fun
With love that runs
Your lavish puns
Be a star
With grace on par
Your self you are
Look and see
Stern poise happy
Your truth simply
By the way
Live well each day
Your precious sway
Leon Enriquez
28 October 2019
Singapore
By the Way Brian
You must realize she was the only one
I ever dreamed about or looked upon;
Was lovely lady who looked like that
Until my mind died in mortal combat.
Even though news is my love so true
And write poems never liking to re-do
For fear of my meaning being mis-used;
Me, no one would I ever have abused.
Maybe in mortal combat I didn't die;
All had been a hoax to make you cry
More and more and you kept on crying;
With Williams whose first name is Bryan.
No lying Brine, why would you do this:
Now for six months he will have to miss;
So subject aside I did decide to push;
Look for likes of guy named George Bush.
By everyone in Texas, George is deified
Even though many times may have lied
About military records and alcoholic had been
Saying he never would start doing it again.
Now with Nixon he will wait at Watergate
And wrong long 18 minutes he did hate;
Why would a politician always want to lie?
Like dirty clothes, will wash, hang out and dry.
James Thomas Horn
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It isn't much I give you.
Sit beside me, open as you will
the little block of time from sixty
years ago. I found it earlier today,
cleaning out my bureau drawer.
Remember?
It was a Thursday afternoon.
We spread the homemade bread
with honey from the man at church,
smiled and spoiled our supper
and I didn't care
for as I looked at you I knew
you were my sister ever, ever...
yet as you would never be again.
What was it?
A day we fought no more,
a moment in a frame
we could not touch,
congealed as minutes when
the sun was low.
The little block is safe
inside my drawer,
for no one knows
I cherish my discovery in wonder
that I shared her breath
a little time, unparalleled
and raging in my mind
until I sleep.
~
I promised I'd always love you
And I always meant it.
I swore I'd never hurt you,
But I did and I regret it.
We both told our lies,
We both made mistakes,
We both fell in love
And that can't be replaced.
To you I was everything
And you were my destiny.
To you I was an angel
And you were made for me.
Time goes on
And I shed less tears,
But deep, deep down
I still have my fears.
I'm scared you'll forget me.
I'm scared you don't care.
I'm scared you'll regret us.
I'm just... scared.
You're still my sacrifice,
I'd still risk the world for you.
Because no one will ever love you
The way I still do.
one of the things i fear
is not being remembered when i'm no longer here
how will they remember you when you pass away
will people have many good things to say
will they be left somewhat apauled
or will anyone even remember you at all
did you leave an impression sometype of change
or will anyone even remember your name
think about what will be said
when the people you know find out youre dead
how many love ones will you leave sad
how many people would actually be glad
just imagine the day you die
how many of your friends will even cry
now that you can recall
how many of them would even care at all
you only get out of life what you give
so you'll be remembered only by the way you lived
OH by the way, I FORGOT TO SAY……….
I am without anything when I am without you
And the good Lord knows I miss the taste of your smile
You made colors seem drab next to your eyes of blue
And made a walk up a mountain seem but a mild mile
I remember placing a yellow orchid in your platinum locks
I recall you giggling just like the little girl I believe you are
There was the day by a lake as, upon the water, we laughed and skipped rocks
And stayed mesmerized by our hunger for love until the evening’s first star
I can’t forget all the words I forgot to say that meant so much
I wanted to tell you I finally found that island made just for you and me
And even the most hardened soul would grow tepid from your touch
Oh god, and how timid time doth flee
I had plans of staying on that island with you as my bride
When your flesh felt like silk and your kiss kindled passion unknown
But when posterity and fate foreswore forevermore they lied
And that’s why I sit upon this island sand left all alone
©2011.….~free cee!~
BY THE WAY
born
again,
momento-
transformed as we
go
Today I came here
To pick up my past
That I left in your room
Sorry to keep you there
You left a siringe on my bag
By the way, I hope you're alright
Each time we split I say,
"This time it's different
This time's for sure"
And when someone new comes along
I feel it's legit
That it's gonna be alright
I hate that we share friends
And they leave us alone
'Cause they're never sure
About our stance this time
All I wanted was the simple things
But now I'm alright
'Cause we've been here for a while
It's time we grow up
And finally get it through our
Words, our fists, our drugs, our heads
That it's never gonne be
And all we want is to feel alright
To get that kinda feeling
Is to just stay away
Yeah, my new man's waiting in the car
And I don't want to explain who you are
I just came by today
To make sure you're alright
i will be the one to tell her she's beautiful
i will be the one to convince her she's wonderful
i will be the shoulder tocry on
i will be the one to rely on
i will be the one to hold your hair when you get sick
to buy the ice cream and movies for a fix that's quick
i am the one in which you can confide
i will be here when you think you can no longer survive
i will do anything for my girl
For she is my world
Red River overflows ...
North Dakota everyone knows
Where are all the movie stars aid?
Where are their phony dramatic shows?
North Dakota helped to build them up too,
that is why we cite this review.
Where is their help and fanfare?
Why haven't they traveled there?
Where is their help?
There are dire needs...
Perhaps they'll come, after the water recedes.
LONGSHOT~
Copyright McCuen 2009
What madness is this?
Could you not resist~
Such a blow carried
Hard pressed on mine ears
As tapped without fist
I need not hear
Your words again
Give me time, now
To absorb them
'Tis not -- our
first-- greeting
Such an end…
We’ve lost
One more
Friend…
It takes time to travel the dusty road it's a release from doing what your told, to
walk a mile and disappear beyond the distance would you drop it all this very
instant. Never look back and certainly no regrets all bet's are off so don't hold
your breath, walking toward change I know it sounds strange maybe one day I'll
try to explain. I'm not quite sure where this dusty road end's or even where it
begin's, all that matters is time spend searching I feel I'm not alone the further I
roam is it destiny that leads us from day to day only heaven knows. By the way I'll
be back for the answers some day.
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