I never knew what to fill the spaces with
Sometimes I didn't even see them
They were disguised under many coats
With hidden pockets of shallowness
And oversized buttons to mismatched holes.
It didn't matter most of the time
Because the tailor never stopped sewing more
And I was content to let them lie
Beneath the growing pile of tweed
And gaberdine and wrinkled linen
Kind fabrics who wrapped them up
And kept them warm and unprepared
But as time went on and more people
Left the party, the pile of coats
Gradually disappeared and the tailor
couldn't keep up the pace of making
The spaces could be easily filled at first
With dreams, with passion, with sorrow,
With the wrap of a Cherub's leg in bed,
With the carefree knowing there'd be time
To butter them with tears or laughter
Or use their emptiness for meditation
But in the spaces that are left
A greater contemplation is required
It is necessary for them to be filled
With greater aspiration which in itself
Brings further sorrow for deep within them
Is the simple indication
That I will not have enough time
To fill them all.
© Allen Ansell 2025
When the sun is blazing bright:
we feel its rays warm our skin.
And somehow, we instantly feel less stressed:
our worries get consciously placed on pause,
while our primitive genes greet the moment.
Breathing in a breath of air
reminds us that we're alive.
Life is too short; we don't pay attention,
while time ages hearts with a gentle hand
and shares the subtle splendors of nature.
Forget life's complexities:
they get tangled over time.
Reflect on the innocence of childhood,
when youth was an unexplored adventure
and everything we discovered was new.
When a songbird starts to sing,
its song warrants a response.
But crushed by the weight of reality,
we allot no time for life's little things,
for death can abruptly cut our stay short.
We've only one life to live,
let's live it, the best we can.
Love is a noun
in the need of finding it,
once found, a verb.
Love is a beast
so wild
haunting on its prey.
Love is a drug
leading to addiction.
Love is a novel
starting at prologue,
chapters follows and
epilogue as closure.
Love is the sunrise
born and dies at setting
to await rebirth.
Love is a catastrophe
leaving an aftermath
of destruction.
Love is a disguise
of melancholic grief.
Love is an illness
that is inevitable
to weaken one’s resistance.
Love is a danger
when the warning sign
is left unposted.
Love is a season
coming then going
in alternates.
Love is a word
defined
when
felt.
I'm logical about my passion
And passionate about my logic
I am shy and friendly
I am an extroverted introvert
I'm an intellectual who loves media glitz
I am a homebody who craves date nights outings
I'm an isolated observer of human nature
I'm an industrious couch potato
I'm a bohemian who requires a structured lifestyle
I'm a despairing romantic
Optimism and pessimism continue to crowd me
I am human...
Life,
Love,
Freedom,
Multiply,
Deep contemplation,
Encompasses understanding,
Awakens the inner man, humbling his venturing,
A pathway, unhesitatingly travelled, to achieve personal goal's fulfilment.
Like a dirty stain that should be removed,
the once clear distinction between men
and women has become murky and gray.
The stain grows and smears lines and
edges, the shape of men and women
are remolded. Gone are the curvy
feminine lines of a womanly figure,
replaced by more angular lines.
The bold, masculine lines of a man
are softened, erased and reshaped
into a nondescript form.
Fuzzy, blurred lines appear on the
facial features, hair is neither short
nor long, but shapeless.
A vague, pastel colored jacket and pants,
no tie, casual shoes and a side saddle
purse complete the picture.
Like a prodigal son, men try to take
what God has made and remake it
for their own purposes. Yet, one day
every man and every woman will
stand before their Creator, and
He will have no trouble telling them apart.
Written on 2015
by Michaelw1two
one's anguish exhausts
this moments last pleasuring
as today's sun sets
May 2013
it is not a simple bond
that connects
it is not an easy truth
that links
the place we are going
the future
it's a complex love
I'm feeling
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