When the day dawns heavy
and the tears are close by
I am not sure how to progress because
I am not sure how to be
Do I fake it and go to work?
Do I curl up in my bed and cry?
Should I write until the words dry up?
I am not sure how to be
Am I the person they call strong
just because I get out of bed every day?
Am I a kind person who encourages
others when I can barely lift my own head?
Am I the mother that buried her son?
or the mother too far away from her other son?
am I the person who cries almost every day
and just is not sure WHO to be
I am the person with lots of emotions
with words swirling around in her head
the person with a big faith and who only knows
one thing, God is good and he wants me to be
To be who I am, not how I feel
to be a child of God
a kind person, a word girl
and the person who gets up and lives life
"River is just ready to flow,
may be fast or may be slow :
Normal water flow to carry
aims to reach an estuary.
"Natural to meet the sea
We are accustomed to see.
Non -stop runs ! Then and then ?
Otherwise, what to happen ?"
"River runs, rushes at ease
not forever as it seems.
"Okay ! That's right, whatever !
Then, what's it's behaviour? "
‘" It mixes with the ocean.
after unique unison."
" May I ask , then and then ?"
"You are asking just in vain . "
" There's no end in endeavour !
It tries to run forever."
Non-stop ceaseless river goes
Continuous as it flows."
" So ! River is too clever.
Great wonder for a river ."
" River may flow in bluster
or dry up on disaster."
" Yet, Question : Forevermore ?"
" River has got highest score.
Forever none can exist.
Always fair chance to extinct. "
I live in an oasis
One formed by the power of electricity
To pump day and night
From The River.
Day and night everyone along its shores
Waters their crops and yards, gardens and fields.
In the few years I’ve lived here
I’ve planted almost 500 trees and shrubs
To transform an old alfalfa field
Into a thicket of greens
Haven for mice and snakes, birds and bees.
Every day I faithfully reroute the irrigation
So that in a week it all gets watered.
If I don’t within just a few weeks
Everything would stop growing
And within just a few months
Everything would be dead.
It’s sobering to realize how tenuous our hold
On a place is.
Without electricity this whole farming valley
Would dry up and wither away.
With electricity, coming in fact from the water itself,
It is an oasis of life, calm and green
Filled with the joy of birds and bees
Humans and their trees.
My own place in it is temporary of course
But someone will come after
To keep the pumps going
Keep the sprinklers flowing
Until they don’t
And this moment in time is forgotten
As all things must be.
(5/5/26)
When the sun returned home
And hanged it's body in the sky
And dropped its warmth ,
It found me with no trust
Trust you dry up my strength
Then move me to trust no soul
You give false and fake happiness
That will fade away before l find it
That will perish before l catch it
In the name of Trust, promise got lost
I am scrambled and threatened by trust
You have identified me amongst thousands
Convinced me to trust you
Only to prove you cant be trusted
Did you not know that l was gonna get hurt?
Next time if you want me to trust you
Hold on. I don't do trust anymore
Or better yet l will act to avoid you
I hide my pain and shield my heart
Where are those l trusted?
Somewhere on this green planet
I am all alone
Wishing l should have never trusted you
You feel like abstract art
Like a bed sheet waiting on a summers breeze
Like honey on my teeth
You stick to me, sickly sweet
Like a silent conductor
You write out all my mistakes
I dont have to perform
Hoping this time it takes
You say im stuck, sickly sweet
Like the gum underneath my feet
Like words that dry up beneath my tongue
Like shoes on wet sand
I can't speak or run
And my skin is on fire
I'm losing sound
I'm still shaking on solid ground
But I choose to stay
I never wish to depart
Because to me it feels like abstract art
I'm scary summer visit once a year
with fierce countenance I always appear
Dry up all sources by sucking water
Day by day shoot up hotter and hotter
My infant days warm, cosy, and cheerful
when days pass by, I turn into fearful
My aura haunts even after sunsets
And the suffocative weather upsets
Burst opening the charcoal doors of night
Emerge with the gleam of chandelier light
Like a vicious dragon, I diffuse fire
None dares to encounter my severe ire
My scorching and charring hot weather chokes,
Squeezes, suffocates and perspires the folks
End to end whipping waves sprawled and enclosed
Everywhere stringent curfew terms imposed
Panicked birds stop singing and hide in trees
Tired cattle stay in shades of trees and wheeze
People gulp to quench their enormous thirst
Scared veterans shut up indoors coerced
Light and simple cotton clothes people drape
Lemons and melons to beat and escape
offering a fun they gather at pools
Enjoying ice-creams children bunk their schools
Place : 1 st
Hunger
Not even a crumb in the bread bin
No trace of nice icing in the cake tin.
I looked in the larder
Dark, so I looked harder
Its shelves bare and empty no trace,
Its previous good food had left stains.
So where do I go to find something
My appetite crying to eat?
I could go in the garden and sit on its seat
And hopefully somehow some fragment
Of nourishment somewhere would fall.
A crow could fly over
With food for its young ones
And carelessly drop me a crust.
I’m glad my Redeemer
Never lets me go starving
Never lets me dry up in my soul.
It’s true that he sometimes sends feelings
That make me feel needy and thirsty
But always He’s waiting to give.
He knows my deep need
He knows how to feed
And somehow he’ll work in my soul.
Somehow he’ll make me feel hungry for Him
And prove to me there in my uttermost strife
That He, precious Jesus, my Jesus,
For me is the Bread of Life.
Sitting on the pavement
Alone I sit
Thinking about the things I will miss.
The days flew by
And all I could do was cry
And cry
And cry.
Never could I speak the words
Never could I say
Because it was too late.
How many times will I wish
that you were still here?
With me...
We could be happy. Here - with our family.
It’s where you belong! It’s what made us so strong!
You were what gave us the drive
to survive!
To conquer our fears,
dry up our tears,
to move on!
And now, you’re gone.
Here I sit.
With problems I can’t fix.
The biggest one is that you’re gone
And I’m thinking about all the things
I wish I’d said.
Because now you’re dead.
I am surrounded
by thousands
And I’m still just so
Alone.
Soft approach abide,
exceeds a mother's love,
then mighty fall.
With utter disbelief,
fallen flowers with scents
dry up unmatched.
What to do?
What to say?
Expect what?
Wails constantly
A man, can't deny
Equally push on,
Maybe, the option
Likely, only option
Which answer?
Souls barriers bar,
Contention count rarely,
A son, minding rectify
Were eulogy, owed loan
Patchy, see pattern
Worthy, seen pattern.
©MosCos Says
Stan gazed at the muck in despair
And ran muddy fingers through his hair
Said I’ll rescue the Chevy
Drag it atop of the levy
Certain it'll be dry up there!
Why do we keep trashing our beautiful world?
By doing so we risk making it completely barren.
Do we really want a world with no bees and trees
no life at all is what we risk for our lovely planet
For without trees we would have little oxygen
and no pollination of plants and our flowers
water would dry up and leave only dust
turning the world into a barren desert
Is this what we really want? No I say its not
but we seem not to listen to nature herself
for why I ask. Is profit so high and important
that we turn our backs on life essentials?
We see it already in soaring temperatures
crops dying in the fields wizen and burnt
when will our governments act and address
the problems caused mainly by greed
Of striping our planet of things it needs
do we ever learn to leave things to nature?
or do we want to leave these problems
to our children to inherent and hopefully solve
why? oh why? are we so blind and careless
of the treasures left to us to safe guard from harm.
People please wake up and learn to cherish
and more importantly to teach our leaders to do
what's right for this lovely world of ours
Released from captivity are the sons of Israel, and with tears of joy they are received by all. Today is given the name Peace 2025 indicating an ending of brutal war. Neither adversary was present, yet an extraordinary event. Can’t build a lasting peace with hate as a building material. Is it true tranquility is what awaits the world or a temporary armistice, a break in the storm—lingering disarray of what is already rubble and dust—a dystopian gray. What shall these torn nations find in an entanglement led by hyperbolic politicians, known for their vacant promises. An immovable permanency that shall lead to unity that was once in our illusive dreams, is it what it seems? Oh is it what it appears to be? What happens to a dream deferred, does it dry up like a raisin in the sun or bring a new bloom of blustering flowers from beneath the desert sands. What tempests are these that blow over deeply rooted in religion, in the eras, in the cradle of civilization.
Freed!
anticipation
Jewish son freedom now comes~
their wait exhausted
Not unlike a leaf banging on the wall.
Spiky, light,
But there is nothing under the kitchen sink like that.
Tearing through the kitchen like a crack.
I write when I’m angry.
Yearning and bursting breaths.
Not unlike a caterpillar growing and hurting.
Morphing into an angry flash of light.
When I write in anger-
There is an odd anatomy attached to it.
Not unlike stepping on a spike with a shoe on…
And the shoe is so worn it went through…
Piercing, and it’s really only a scratch they say…
But I know things.
I’m a leaf: banging on the wall.
You don’t know what’s hurting.
But you’ll dry up before you figure it out.
When in the U.S.A., and morning has broken,
'I'll fix breakfast,' are the words I heard spoken.
In reply, I would say, “To the kitchen I'll repair,
mend the coffee and, then, when I'm there,
what's more, I can restore the trash within our dustbin,
just refurbish the rubbish, and take it out, or leave it in.”
Altho' I tend not to be hungry, I've been supine all night,
yet I'll savour the flavour of her fine earthly delight(s).
Get stuck in and tuck in, with gusto, for a fry-up,
as 'shrooms, eggs, rashers and toms will all soon dry up.
But bring on the best of British brekkers,
black pudding, bangers and beans,
as bubble and squeak speaks to me,
if you know what I mean(s).
A perfume bottle’s shape and size may dictate what you buy.
So pretty and so colourful all pleasing to our eye.
But then again it will depend on contents, and its smell.
A little sniff that we all take, is often how we tell.
Some perfumes that we really like, are ones we use each day.
A quirt upon our neck and wrist, is mostly where we spray.
Ensuring then we do replace the perfume bottle lid.
So, the perfume does not dry up, a crime we must forbid.
Our perfume bottles have their place, look pretty in a row.
So lovely that we feel we must, put them all on show.
But when the perfume does run out, the bottles rarely keep.
Instead, we buy another one, on special when it’s cheap!
Most perfumes cost a fortune, cannot believe their price.
Upon the shelf they beckon us, in bottles looking nice.
Designer brands, like Cartier, Lancome, Dior, Chanel
Attractive to our senses, they all have a lovely smell.
So yes, I do like perfume, many bottles I do own.
A perfume tragic I’ll remain; have even tried Cologne.
I feel complete, with a squirt, a different one each day.
Then replace the lid quite firmly, so I don't lose my spray.
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