You, my life and my girl
In these together
If we have to burn
In the embers they fan
We're dying together
I abort her never
She has to deliver
And the world of her dad
Rule over forever.
You, my life and my love
In eyes yours I see my girl
So closely knit together
That if we have to burn
The three of us
Are dying together.
The pregnancy for nine months
So well for it cared allover
That the time to deliver
It will abort never
Not in my love.
In these red embers
With scalpels of doctors
We're so knit together
That in these embers
We're burning together
saw a recent photo of you
And thought I can handle this
Thinking you'll no longer faze me;
I'm without your potent sting
I'm in control
Thoughts pass; our love wasn't built to last
We had our times
We agree to leave the past behind
In hindsight, it's for the best
No one will remember but I can't forget
Grateful we've taken different paths
Don't want to resort to angry words
Some days I'm mired in our wreckage
Trapped in a memory
That time. To this day, it's so keen
You close to me
When we cut class after algebra
Gazing at each other
Finishing each other's sentences
We were closely knit
I pined over you for years
Thinking in time
We'd be reunited
No one will remember but I can't forget
Grateful we've taken different paths
I need to break free from the memories
Worth mentioning
I will always be somewhat smitten
My love, a lost lone sparrow,
Has built its nest in your heart;
This, like bone and the marrow,
Yearns, in you, to be a part!
Like a weak vine with its plant,
It does with you get entwined;
Like poppy on a field grand,
Grows; glows; graces gaily gained!
Does any tree chase away,
Black beetle that lives in it;
Don't the green leaves help it stay,
With them, warm and closely-knit!
Let your heart - like rare rainbow,
Embrace this color black too;
No funks of the ethnic foe,
Let our holy union woe…
25 October 2021
A fast depreciating currency,
Pity arousing like an emergency
His low earning not an excuse
For a now irritating celibacy
And choice of a lifelong recluse,
Whose quitting ought to have been with immediacy!
In closely knit societies the first outlaw,
Easily emerging the night’s gossip served raw;
In every ranking the lowly esteemed
To take up the rear among the fondly dreamed,
Be he a scholar or a voice,
A guidance counselor or one whom children rejoice:
What the hell has been stopping him from the Holy Sacrament,
If he has in a wife’ foreseen an Ornament.
Always outdoor activities shunning
But in the nocturnal hours shining,
If not among his likes the Unhappily Married,
Who when not bemoaning their marriage, already buried
Are enjoying his clever bachelorhood
And mistake avoiding manhood!
For decades they have known each other,
touching tears, flowers, gunpowder,
and grass on the same ground,
with their bellies.
So many journeys they have walked together,
scratches and dents telling tales of their perseverance
to face the day and night for decades.
Finally they rest together, closely knit on a wooden shoe-rack;
their final resting place.
Sometimes their owners put them on,
to remember how it was back in the days jazz
brought strangers together;
to remember the days neighbors randomly
visited each other, with ready-made cakes;
to remember how it felt to be young and free,
in a land no one claimed its title deed...
The shoes carry memories in them,
that only their owners can remember.
They spend their time in the caves,
keeping themselves warm around
bonfires, while narrating stories
of how the outside world is dangerous.
The bonfires are always existent,
as long as the cave dwellers keep
on saying how the outside world is
dangerous. Fear of the outside world
has always kept them warm,
with a sense of protection.
Bats, rats and echoes is all they know
in the caves. They don't know any
oceans, skies, sun, seasons, grass.....
They only know what's inside the caves;
shelters for their insecurities.
Some people from the outside world
have tried to remove them from the caves,
but with little or no success. Fears that are
in their thoughts are afraid of fading
into the fresh, vast, liberating space of the
outside world.
Comfort of the bonfires' warmth
keep the cave dwellers closely knit,
as they feed their fears with narratives
that only exist in their imaginations....
Her love is virtue,
Closely knit their hearts mend each others broken pieces,
Like improper fractions,
God reserved his souvenir pocket watch to form this love,
With his alarm set for eternity,
This love is meant to last forever,
The slits barricaded in her heart are suddenly healed by his touch,
Dark heavy residue on his heart is cleansed by her beauty,
The friends on the outside say this is advancing to expeditiously,
Only if they could feel the high caliber of the shots fired by Cupid into our souls,
They could gain understanding,
Like the civilians joined by hands exiting the debris of the trade towers,
United we stand,
Together we overcome.
“It’s all your fault!” they both exclaim
They’re at it once again.
My mom and dad are fighting mad
Just like they’ve always been.
See, he blames her and she blames him.
They’re both convinced they’re right.
They’re fighting from when I wake up
Until I sleep at night.
No, I don’t care whose wrong or right.
I only wish they’d cease
So we could have but just one night
Of ever loving peace.
Oh, can’t they see they’re hurting me?
When will they realize?
I wish that they could see themselves
By looking through my eyes.
No, I don’t care who’s right or wrong.
I don’t care who’s to blame.
I only wish my mom and dad
Would end this fighting game.
Oh Lord, I pray they’ll stop one day
And we can fin’lly be
A closely-knit and intertwined
And loving family.
I do not like flowers in the house
because they remind me of funerals
Of weddings too; a bride's bouquet closely knit
tightly bound with silk ribbons; tighly held.
Flowers make me sad
and still I like to see them
painted on walls on which
I can't smell their scent nor touch their petals
but only see their colors fade
as the light reflected on the wall cover my face
and tears roll down like rose petals
to the bottom of the Earth when saying the last goodbye
flowers with message cards to those who've departed
put inside coffins, inside graves
and on top of their new and forever homes
that is why I do not like flowers
inside houses of people who are alive
Where did I go wrong
Maybe we shouldn’t have met
Guess I get off on Russian roulette
Am I trying too hard
Maybe I just don’t fit
Guess we’re not so closely knit
Should I leave you alone
Maybe I’m not a good catch
Guess I’m just a psycho witch
I know it was new
Maybe I was too bold
Perhaps it’s not me you want to hold
Being ignored isn’t an easy to grasp
Maybe that’s what I’ll do
Not pay any attention to you
You’re so hard to read
Maybe you’re just obscure
I’m sure for you there is no cure
I hope you see
maybe you will feel
after all it was the real deal
You took advantage of me
Maybe you don't care
After my heart and soul I bared
The Birds and the Bees
A “Closely-Knit” Trio
The macho
He-man
Entered the
Bar to
Inspect the local female population
Red-
Dressed,
Sultry “ladies” sat
And sipped wine
Not giving him one glance
Drawing closer
To a trio of
High-heeled
Enticing “women”
Big Joe tried to
Engage one in conversation
Evasively she lit a cigar and said,
“Sorry, but our threesome suits us just fine”
Acrostic for Carol’s “The Birds and the Bees” Contest
Falling soft and white
tiny crystals closely knit
to cover the earth
Happy New Year and God Bless you all, fellow Soupers!
Calculating my thoughts
down to a minute on
the clock
wondering just how long
before my heart is on
the chopping block
seeing your face, your lips,
the way your nipples look
in your tank top
Reminiscing
Kissing
Dismissing
Re-existing memories of you
Fantasies I cling to
Caramel skin
A mortal sin
Loving you the way I do
A craving I give into
Just thinking about the last time
My partner in crime
Your body on mine
Just in time
Licking, sucking, tasting
Definitely not wasting
Any drop of you
Savoring the flavor
Rolling my tongue in it
Like a life savor
Gripping your thighs
Eating while I look you in the eyes
Improvise
Noble prize
Is what I’m giving you
For those things you do
Praised, amazed, dazed
But still your unfazed
Grinding into me so deep
Breast against breast
My deepest yearnings confessed
Stroking me the way I like it
Every bit
Our minds closely knit
I submit every time you bring it
One hundred percent impressed
Every time my body is blessed
Then you do that special thing you do and
Lay my body to rest