"Sometimes there are No words just feelings that talk very loud." By Poet
I was a young child,
about four years old.
My doggie blackie was killed,
dad's car ran him over.
I pondered why,
then God sent me Wheatie.
In school,
I pondered why kids are so mean?
Maybe one day they will grow out of it.
In my teens the boys were selfish,
I pondered then dated graduates.
I have spent many hours pondering about things,
then the answer comes as clear as day.
We never dated,
part of me knew we never would, but I still waited,
you were my furthest dream, my largest hope, I missed you the most when I realised I couldn’t go home, home was within you,
home was beyond my furthest of reach, yet no matter where I go, it will forever remain your name I preach.
Even genius
is dated
the poison fruit of time
a once beautiful mind
now turning to slime
as bacteria re-purpose
(what of greater value,
the vehicle or its soul?)
I was never gifted a Jaguar
but who is to say, perhaps
former VW's all the Rave
of Heaven!
Dating’s so dated
He lately related
From a date he dated
Who arrived belated
Named Candy Dayt
A mate candidate?
Who on their first date
Ate eighty eight dates
Straight out of a crate
That doubled her weight
And looking inflated
Which can’t be debated
He wasn’t elated
Which he quickly stated
And later orated
That eighty eight dates
Ate straight from a crate
Is much too dated
And dates on dates
Should be vacated
Al had dated many women from France, Spain, England and such.
you have never dated an Irish lassie though? Asked his brother Dutch.
not yet, he admitted, are they different than the ones I have squired?
Dutch said, ”You would have your hands full, now until you get retired.”
Colleen was an Irish beauty, with ginger hair and a verdant eye stare.
Al tried to look away, but the idea of dating her was more than a dare.
Colleen laughed when he approached, acted like he was a Boston dope.
he was soon spending all his hours washing himself with zesty soap.
he wanted to impress Colleen; she was the best he had ever seen.
she had her brothers look him over, Al to them was not quite keen.
this cinched the deal, and the young couple ran to tie the knot.
with a five-year-old, a four-year-old, a two-year-old; they are still very hot!
Does your daughter date? I asked the man.
Oh, sure, he agreed. As hard as she can.
But does she have a steady guy?
I do not know, want to know why?
I would love to know, I said to him.
He turned on me with electrical vim.
The last guy she dated was Frankenstein.
I laughed at his humor, for it is like mine.
I kid you not, look at this picture and you will see….
I did, and he was not skullduggerying me.
She really had dated Frankenstein.
I hope it was in October, ‘cause that would be fine.
Life is short,
Art is long
Words but letters
—in search of song
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
First winter gust,
with a ripped out soul,
sewed with the string
of stars, I held.
.
The yellow hue,
of this room, reminding
me of the lost love,
I kept dearly.
.
The unfinished book,
of my heart and yours,
deceiving us to believe
in something not there.
.
Leaving and loving,
still, the same,
cherishing forever,
like a thought.
lover whisperer
UNTIL THEN MIGHT
THOSE WHICH
ARE IMPORTANT TO
US RECOGNIZE US AS
BEING TOGETHER
FROM NOW ON
I RECOGNIZE THEE AS MY
FIANCCE
OUR RELATIONSHIP
TO BE CELEBRATED IN MARRAGE
THOSE FORMER CONDITIONS OF OUR
CONCERNS AND UNSTABLEDNESS
ARE
TALKS OF YESTERDAY
NOW MIGHT WE LOVE TOGETHER
IN THE BLISS OF TOGETHERNESS
WITH FULL RESPECT OF ONE
ANOTHER
AND WITH FULL CONCERN OF
EACH OTHERS FEELINGS
BETROTH YOU TO ME
IN MARRAGE
THAT YOU CONSIDER ME
FIRST IN STEADFAST LOVE
THAT WE TOO MAY BECOME
AS ONE: TO SPEAK AS ONE
TO LIVE AS ONE
IN THE RIGHT OF LOVE
AND THE NEED OF US BELONGING TOGETHER
WE SPEAK IN THE TOUGUE OF LOVERS
AND ARE PATRINT AND KIND
RESOLVING CONFLICTS FOR THE SAKE OF
OUR UNION: THIS WITH FULL RESPECT
OF OUR BEING TOGETHER
THE COMPLIMENT OF BEING.
I NOW SPEAK THEE AS MY FIANCCE!
Through darkened bar windows
Two meet without sight
Two ashamed to want
Two afraid to need
Two alone together
Changing words to hide
the face buried deep inside
A smile for the lamest joke
faintest fingertip touch
send shivers from neck to wrist
and moistened lips
beg the highest risk
out-dated
learned
patterns of
behaviors
brought
to the
surface
buttons
pushed so
flawlessly
unwittingly
explosion
emotional
fallout
1/13/16
Thankful and grateful to be here
With a smile reaching up to each ear
Over the span of three years
It all started to seem clear
Will there ever be peace near?
In the dark it waited
Certain parts degraded
Down and in some of the farthest places
And yet not all could accurately be carbon dated
Before I truly go
I'd like to know
Our origin and find proof that we aren't alone
Before my bones
Turn into ash or dust, to be buried or spread among the stones
Legends
In all directions
Make me question it's authenticity and message
As I wonder if there really could be that many different dimensions
As originally suggested
A moment of action called
As I got the drop quick from a canyon wall
When all was said and done, I walked away with a cannonball
Living with the animals
Taught me much and made things understandable
Because the knowledge they had was invaluable
Even though we all are fallible
It was very far from irrational
And clearly tangible
By: Dalton Ogletree
Calender But Undated
Haha... In Australia, calender means fixed dates...
In Bolehland, it can mean to fix at a later date...
In case you are wondering what that was about...
Wonder no more, in a calender actual dates abound...
Funny how one can call it a calender and yet differs so much...
Penang Open is in the calender, but nobody knows much...
Shssh! Nobody knows actually when, it being an official secret...
Here in Bolehland, a calender is a program planned with no dates at all...
Hohoho...a Malaysian squash calender is available for print...
But what's this? Important dates are not yet chosen for print...
Hahaha in Bolehland, there are missing gaps with dates unseen..
Unlike in Australia, all dates are identified and well planned ...
So of what use is a calender in Bolehland, dates are left undone...
In Australia, one can plan and travel on account all dates are done...
?????? A little note...
......when a annual calender of events have only the event
but not the dates, how does one dare call it a calender of events for the year???
t will be
you will see
she has the key
that you can bet
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DATED WITH SUCESS
Smiling while letting go
Everything black has turned to snow
Digging to unearth buried feelings
Searching for love everlasting
In this world, everyday passing
Moving on in order to be happy
Living out old romance movies
Everything's so sappy
Playing the part of a lovers scorn
I will be happy, that I've sworn
Picking up broken pieces
Smiling till the pain ceases
Everything deceases
Feeling as though I'm jaded
My heart becomes dated.
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