I travelled with headlights on
At the end of the day I sensed
Turning into a game changer
With seamless life experiencing
A paradigm shift of intent, I learnt
To score even the goalpost changed.
Sailing on waves of success
I found a sea change in me
Going forward I discovered then
I was no longer on your radar
My exit strategy I made effective
Closing my scrapbook of dissimilarity
For we ceased to be on the same page.
(Buzzwords are in italics)
August 24, 2021
Contest : Buzzword Bingo
Sponsor : John Anderson
We are experiencing timidity.
Respect blended in with disparity.
What's more, contest once in a while magnify.
We can't once again just lay.
Or give up to the sky.
How about we share compassion until the moon...the stars.
What's more, tree leaves.
My heart admires you constantly.
Indeed, even with perspectives dissimilarity.
Indeed, even without mortify.
Toss a thousand stones
Or then again, would you say you are shy?
What's more, I discovered I'm a variety of vagabond.
Despite that, you tilt to determination.
My heart always appreciates you
If he and I were neighbors,
Why, I doubt if we’d be friends.
On many major issues, we’d be
Found on different ends.
Just pick a topic and I know
We never would agree.
Our politics alone would prove
Dissimilarity.
And yet, I love to read his poems
And he reciprocates.
Our writing’s formed a bond of which
There can be no debates.
His rhyming stories crack me up –
They’re laughter-generators –
And he’s aware I’m partial to
A poem that mentions “taters!”
So here’s to Robert Hinshaw,
My retired Air Force friend.
I’ll always be a reader of
Whatever he has penned!
They’ve gone silent
These voices in my head,
For the first time
I don’t remember what they said
Did their words dry up?
Or did my ears decide to not acknowledge them?
They’ve gone silent
I can hear myself think
Dissimilarity for the first time in years
Nothing is being said…
Drifting along,
Looking at everything around me
Searching for the one thing
That will make sense in
Everything that is senseless
Grasping at straws,
Because they looked promising
Only to find out they were
Empty vessels, noiseless drums
No resonance when you hit on them
Like the voices in my head,
They too have gone silent…