Oh! Where Have You Been
by Alice Maraglia
Your Uber/Lyft Transporter
My standard question when picking up a passenger
is, where have you been, and where are you going?
At times it is at the airport, work or other strange places.
My car is like a box of chocolates, to coin a phrase.
I never do know what I will get, or what's inside.
Sometimes, it's a gooey fun ride, and sometimes
it's just okay to cry.
It only takes a piece of candy or something to eat, making
you relaxed enough to pick up the beat.
I often feel like the bar tender who gives sound advice,
maybe the therapist, who picks your brain.
You listen to my bad jokes, laugh, and then you cry.
I will always be wanting to know, where have you been
and where are we going?
Well, it's off to some other corner of the world, a new
adventure lurks around the bend.
Can't wait for the journey to end.
My question will always be, and where have you been,
and where are you going?
Hop in, relax, and enjoy the ride.
To coin a phrase if I may,
Long ago and so far away.
I fell in love with you,
And believe me that was true.
We were so young and just kids,
Beginning to realize what life was about to offer,
Together we spent enjoying
The company of each other.
Never once thinking we would Eventually have to face reality,
Never thinking this teenage
Romance was not to be.
And so reluctantly w said our good-byes,
I can still remember walking away with tears in my eyes.
The years had passed, and times had changed,
It seemed we were destined to meet again.
With the help of two fine gentlemen,
Fate had placed us together again.
This time with no rules to follow,
This time together we would face all our tomorrows.
A year ago the impossible dream came true,
I have the love of my life,
And a life time to spend it with you.
I dropped a coin into the slot
And when it stopped all I got
A reminder of what I lost
Now once again be damned the cost
With pen in hand I feel alive
To coin a phrase and then archive
No simple task at 3 a.m.
To sift through all my mind's mayhem
But still my thoughts I write them down
Sometimes the truth sometimes the clown
No matter which I use my pen
To stoke a fire or share a grin
Pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters and half. Dollars to coin a phrase~
8/31/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Arcturus Hub
Arcturus by the milky way,
5th dimension players Grey,
central hub of our galaxy
most advanced of all our neighbours sit,
multi light years, just a bit,
from which their Starships flit,
too advanced, to coin a phrase.
Don
To live a life and change each day
to dream more often and replay
the life you want to live and say
that Life joins hands with Love, that’s true
in times there’s conflict and remorse
so set yourself a chartered course
from where you are and where you’re going
To realize you have a choice
that love and life both have a voice
to live a life that love demands
or leave a love that life commands
Suns and moons will dimly go
in the final afterglow
life will age as love decays
set your words to music and sing a song
there is somewhere you belong
weather the storm and dance with the wind
walk on fire with a wide mouthed grin
love is a fantasy you can rescind
to realize you have a choice
to question life and carry on
to speak of love as in despair
but in the end you do not care
to coin a phrase as Joni recalls
I really don’t know love at all
Contest Both Sides Now
that dime that our life can turn upon
what was wanted, been attained, then gone
to pick from our ground, a penny of thought
of that bill-of-goods we sold and bought
yet i don't give quarter or take a bit
life's bill-of-fare, a fair tendered chit
was well worth the price paid for the meal
repast appetizing, an apperceive of appeal
even the plug nickels, so changeably fickle
add spendable cash, little by little
jangling softly in cottoned pocket of view
many possible paths in the future to pursue
now i coin a phrase, of my future's purloin
saving, always saving my hard-earned coin
that these timely baubles, carried all my life
would fill these longings 'til last contrived
steal a way, deal away, life is too short to say
all i'd ever need, any life's part to portray
scene of some endings, some sense of complete
with a discrete life lived, ample and sweet
change is, in fact, what life's all about
our metamorphosis occurs day in, day out
only left, if we're lucky, with our memories
of life's experience and all its vagaries
© Goode Guy 2012-02-19
I'm like a box of chocolates
To coin a phrase
You never know what you'll get
I do not come with pre selection
So trial and error
Would be your safest bet
I could be a soft truffle
Oozing with expectancy
Thrilling to the tongue
Or I could be the nutty crunch
All explosive
Now wouldn't that be fun
But then there's the others
The coffee creams
One half bitten and cast aside
The dark chocolate centre
So mysterious
With so much to hide
Would you favour the plain chocolates?
Each one
Familiar to the tongue
Or the never knowing selection
Picking at random
To see if you have won..!!
I think there's a hole
or a leak in my head,
all the words have spilled out
and left parts of me dead.
I can no longer muster
an original thought,
the words that I find there
are weak and distraught.
The well has run dry,
to coin a phrase,
but that, too, is trite
and seen better days.
Seen better days?
I've done it again.
You could fit my creativity
on the head of a pin.
Another trite phrase!
I've truly run dry
and now I'll be gone
in the blink of an eye.
Oy.
I saw the eternal heavenly pathways
Uncoil their starry swirl,
And I watched the fabric of time drop stitches,
Split its’ seams and uncurl.
So the past and the future kissed again
And I saw the roof of night shatter,
Fracturing into fragments of whirling nebula
As matter meets anti-matter.
And the Catherine wheel whiz of the sky
Spun voraciously round and round,
I saw moonbeams dust off my palms
As bleeding galaxies hit the ground.
I conceived centuries colliding forever,
Infinite train wrecks of time and space,
The bleeding cosmos savaged my brain,
And the sky crawled on my face.
To coin a phrase of bygone days
Live long enough, you’ll see it all,
Therefore I am in quantum terms
Obscure astrological scrawl.
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