One kiss and I fall like
A green leaf on the bed
Your lullaby lips
Go to my head
I find my body tingles
At just the thought of
Any kind of interaction with you
Real or imagined
So much so I wonder if it
Will be harder to deal with reality
Should we ever meet
Than it is to live in fantasy
Ears hug your baritone voice
When you call like a conductor
I have no choice but follow
Your lead the music we create
From love letters via text
iPhones FaceTime we make
A fantasy world where we
Are together despite distance
I close my eyes and listen
To my red heart beat for you
Musically yours beats for me too
So why don’t we cross thousands
Of miles to share reality
Versus an internet smile
The Guitar Man
Mama said, “Be careful, Deary.
He’ll cajole you with his singing.
Of your love he'll soon grow weary.
Only heartbreak he’ll be bringing.”
“In your ear he’ll whisper sweet things,”
Mama said. “Be careful, Deary.
Etching longing on your heartstrings,
his allure is almost eerie.”
“Misty eyes make vision bleary.
He’ll make you sigh with his guitar,”
Mama said. “Be careful, Deary.
Your bond with him will not go far.”
“Like fragrant lilacs is the spell
he casts. Then he leaves you teary.
In slumber with his ghost you’ll dwell,”
Mama said. “Be careful, Deary.”
Life
is more
worth living
when it is shared
with someone giving -
someone who greets each day
with a smile that fills your soul
like rays from the bright yellow sun,
dispelling gloom from your days of gray.
Find yourself a deary who is cheery!
I sit alone on cold winter nights, thinking of how my life became dreary
Is it something that I had just realised? or is it just another theory?
Am I content with what I have in life? And is life my only query?
There isn’t a year that goes by, without my body slowly growing weary
With age strength is hard to come by, but you do tend to become briery
It is on these pitch black nights, that my thoughts become leery
Even the stars are absent from the skies tonight, so is the moon who is so deary
I do yearn my younger days, but my eyes quickly become teary
Nothing but the good in life counts, the rest is to your soul smeary
Only when day light breaks again, does my mood finally become cheery
Saleh Ben Saleh
Just a number
My age is just a number right ?
So what are all these changes ?
Sleep seems to come so soon at night.
My eyes don’t see as clearly.
Speak louder , I can’t hear you deary!
My back hurts when I bend over ,
It seems like I move much slower.
And all these things I used to remember ,
Now it seems like I can’t get it together !
But age is just a number .
Fiddle, Faddle, Fart,
My brain is falling apart.
Tweedle, Twaddle, Dee,
Oh deary me!
Fanny, Dango, and Flirt,
What will go first?
Lassoing my feet with panties,
Just to be neat!
Slinging bras around breasts,
With renewed defeat!
Starting out all curious and gay,
Always cheering on a new day!
Now we are in reverse,
Amazed we made it to a new day!
Now all we have to do,
Is get out of bed and find our shoes!
Your arm is Soft like sponge pillow,
Heavy is the head that rests on;
Soft but strong, made me embrace loner.
Serene voice is all you got, deary!
Your oxygen the fairy has breathe,gem!
This being none have seen; pretty shorty.
How I wish this was not...pseudo.
Hey, unwelcome monotony...
my moods are darker than the Squawk's melody;
all the swans have deserted the nearby pond...
will another thunder shake trees and ground,
making the rest of the huddled geese in grief
flee to a calmer and more peaceful reef?
Do I want to weep as trees do hearing flowers complain...
remembering the lulling breeze of the sunniest day?
Do I wish to bring back each joy lost to the boring rain?
Nothing is lovely behind this window so foggy and deary!
Hey, unwelcome monotony
don't be more unbearable than loneliness;
clouds bring rain and with them drabness,
can anyone find inspiration in insipid beauty?
Do I dream of valleys beneath mountains,
put up a tent and watch with starry eyes a twinkling sky;
lest I fall asleep and miss shouting stars...
those stars that never collide with hearts
that remain faithful to themselves and others?
Will they ever be betrayed by promises that have run dry?
The Chimney Sweeper
by Anna O’Hora-Bimbot
Do you know somebody like me?
Covered in soot
Tired and weary
Nobody to care for me “deary”
I travel by foot
I pull myself up
Before the day turns to dawn
I shiver and shake
Stomach rumbling, I yawn
I keep my mouth shut
And I follow my boss
High on the roof tops
I’m scared but there are no buts
My hair they have shaved
So the flames won’t singe
I slide down the funnel
They don’t care that I cringe
My name is Tom Sild
I’ll soon be seven
I’m a chimney sweep child
My work is no heaven
Do you know somebody like me?
When I get weary,
And feeling dreary,
I think of you deary,
And I feel cheery!
psst
psst come
closer cause
i know your type
can't seem
to write am i
right thinking
your muse left
you so oh
dear oh deary
do what to do with
out her inside my mind
i've got
a quick fix
just slip one
of these in when
in doubt
i'll try my best
to match your style
and mums the word
but it seems
you seem to
have some
sort of
conscience
and matter
of factuality
to some
degree of
something
higher then
your very
being
so be on
your way
for i don't
sell
to those
who are
already
slaves
Day of absence I am weary
She and all I love is far away
Everybody know she was my deary
But she always go astray.
The reason it hurt so much to separate
Is because our souls are connected
Let us cooperate
So we will be more United
I drop my tears in the ocean
The day you found it the day I will stop missing you
For just no reason
I feel like seeing you.
I just hope you come back
For the sake of love
2/2/18
Oh dear, what can the matter be
What is the thing you ask of me?
I try and try, but you still cry.
Oh dear, what can the matter be
I lost our cat up in a tree
I was climbing with the cat you see
You can try and try, but I still will cry.
Oh dear, this is the matter see.
The cat you see does not like me
So, he will stay up in the tree
He is still crying, oh deary me.
But he will only come down for ye.
I solved the problem lately
But it is never good enough for ye
It was first the cat, and then the tree.
Oh dear, you are the problem.
never too many times
you probably shudder
as you read my words
but hell hath no fury
like a Christmas frenzied
sparkle covered, mother.
decorating the house
it groans under the weight of tinsel
garland and strings of lights
from room to room she flits
the good fairy of gauze and bunting
tuck here and tape too, fluffing and placing
a Santa here an angel there
smiling and bleary from cheery deary
don’t forget the snowmen/persons
stockings, elves up on the shelves
and a tree already shedding.
which you will sweep until July.
short bread, gingerbread, cake
a pudding to bake, windows steamed
some brandy to drizzle and
some for the baker, icing to cream
for wreaths and trains, lists of shopping
corn to pop and wrapping paper.
the days pass quickly from end of November
its hard to remember where gifts were hidden
and all of the treats locked away in the pantry
to keep them out of exploring hands
but on the eve when all are sleeping there comes
a peace and sweetness worth safekeeping.
Depression you have Become My Obsession©
Depression you have become my obsession of every waking moment
and oft while I sleep which is never too deep
You threw my marriage under thy carriage
and the carnage dost continue to this day I dare say.
Cloudy days bring you hither to my door and with them
mayhem that underscore how I dread thee all the more
You have taken me to thy brink such that I can no longer think
clear thoughts to lead the way to that better day
Taking pills is no thrill and makes my head fill with shrill
to avoid those awful thoughts that may end up to mine own kill
At my own hands no less, what a royal mess
is there anyone can who can bless me of this abscess
So I cower in the dark and harkens back to the good ole days
when then things were cheery with my deary
Those times when a hug and a squeeze be the cure
and sweet Louise that was for sure
Now, I must be patient or my physicians will makest me a patient be
and sit idly by as they apply their best effort...
To make me whole again
Andreas Simic©
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