The stars are out and they’re worth considering,
with their glimmering, glittering, shimmering,
like fireworks flickering but more regularly appearing
in the black hole sky.
In Europe there are Ukrainians, Albanians, Scandinavians,
Romanians, Lithuanians and maybe a couple of Canadians,
but out there, in the dark black void-of-space, there are Aliens.
Ok, well, statistically, there are bound to be aliens.
your author has no first-hand knowledge of extraterrestrials
I have galactic questions though—you better believe it. For instance:
If light is the fastest thing in the universe,
why is darkness already there when light arrives?
Could dark-matter be chocolate? and
How can we roll our clocks back if time only moves forward?
This is when having a physicist for a boyfriend is handy
—as well as those times you need a ‘close encounter.’ wink.wink
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A song for this:
Fiction by Yard Act
CanyonsMan/Woman/Chainsaw
In bed by eleven, can’t sleep a wink
up-and-at-‘em ‘fore dawn, can’t even think
Lunchtime appointment with a brand-new shrink
calls for a very stiff drink
Double martini with ammoniated olives
washed down with tubes of colgate-palmolive
Back-to-work now, nearing four o’clock
after checking the fridge for how much vodka’s in stock
Are there extraordinary people you still miss for whatever reason?
This could include mothers, fathers, family members, friends, or lovers.
Does your mind sometimes wander into daydreams?
Title:
Missed Encounters
(A lone voice whispers)
There's a dream world I go to, where the wild rivers flow.
A dream world where true love lives, and always welcomes me.
Underneath our beloved, Babylonian weeping willow.
With warm arms that always forgives and loves me.
Lost somewhere Interdimensional.
In The Great In-Between.
For all our ancestors to see.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
The encounters so far are so short, fleeting but so sweet.
The encounters are full of cordiality in every meet.
The encounters may not matter but I will always remember.
We’re in a young-love recession.
Gen Zers are slow to trust and averse to risk,
we have, it seems, a particular social nervousness
about interpersonal exchanges and the symbiosis of love.
So we resort to situationships (undefined relationships),
a stratagem for closeness, with zero commitment.
You can flirt; you can kiss; you can dance.
You can have a crush so big it blots out the stars
You can have transformative romantic encounters
you can care deeply and get hurt badly
you can, in fact, be absolutely wrecked by love
All without ever being in a relationship.
Thank God we’re only young once.
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Songs for this:
Die With A Smile by Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars
Busy Woman by Sabrina Carpenter
First encounters in the past two decades.
18.1.2009, A helped me to move in my quarter.
A decade of caring friendship and neighbors.
He taught and loved me unconditionally.
Fifteen years and six days later,
24.1.2024, B agreed to give up,
His seat on our first meeting.
Six months and six days of a simple, fun and supportive friendship.
It ended without saying any proper farewell.
Three hundred and fifty six days later,
16.1 2025, I joined the Poetry world,
Introduced by "Mr. Author", who has also strangely,
No longer interacting with me.
A fortnight later,
30.1.2025, pianist J, subtlety enhanced
My knowledge of music,
These encounters' experiences,
Shall stay forever with me.
For the last leg of my life.
Goodbye A,
Bye-bye BB.
Keep on writing and posting my poems.
Good luck to Pianist J.
Friend(s) comes and goes as always.
Random woman suddenly came to me to ask to zip her dress.
Weeks ago another woman had complimented my chest.
May be signs I need a black woman to fall in love with.
In life's painted pictures, I find my muse, From family and friends, to strangers I choose. Each encounter, a chapter, a memory to save, For moments once gone, forever engraved.
In laughter's embrace, I draw inspiration, From joyous occasions to heartfelt relation. These cherished connections, both old and anew, They remind me of life's beautiful view.
Though some moments may brim with anger and tears, I look for happiness through the years.
In their depth lies a lesson, a glimpse into fears. For even in darkness, there's a spark to ignite, A chance for growth, to emerge through the night.
So cherish each encounter, every soul you meet, Whether a stranger's hello or a love so sweet. For it was up to fate to let us meet.
So let us celebrate the magic of a connection, With open hearts and minds, in every direction. For in the tapestry of life, memories are made, Each encounter, a treasure, never to fade.
He's weird with a beard like a brute
Yet Travis with Taylor is cute
We hope she's not miffed
If he is too swift
In bed in his red football suit
Some people are just uncomfortable
She is putting on a smile
under her mask
I don’t know if it’s her
or it’s me
She’s nice, a little hurried
Even her son’s spirit
seems lost to the horizon
They are no strangers
Some people hurry
and still
make me feel safe
mask or no mask
There is a message
tucked away
behind one’s flesh
I can meet a stranger
even have a quick encounter
and feel kinship
The lady in the Santa hat
ringing her bell
at this time of year
as if she’s always been there
She’s warm
Her message says, “Hello.”
Nothing nefarious, truly kind
Don’t get me wrong
it could be me…
Maybe I’m too approachable
encroaching in an unwanted space…
Still the angel
that went to heaven
had wide open arms
it could be me…
I will always wonder
but then I’m too old
to be bothered
Gently her eyes embraces me
He his sight touches me
Ever so gentle she stares at me
She her lips speak life
His hands touches fingers run down her hair
Quietly she encounters me---
11/26/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
I met a creature at the park
that I did not recognize
in the dark
Its eyes glowed under its chin
and its schnozz looked broken
Its mouth was upside down
one-half smile, one-half frown
A mushroom hat covered its head
while its body was teeny-weeny
like Charlie Brown with a beanie
So I said 'Hello,' nice and relaxed
-- and sloooowwww
At once the creature fired back
'Do not eat the yellow snow'
At which point I decided
where the hell N. Ed Dibble AI can go
Swimming in the ocean
a wincing couple pinches
Little creature on my leg
not more than six or seven inches
I looked again, to my surprise
Hello! - a trilobite!
Two pincers jutting from its head
tiny, fearsome sight
I scolded it: 'You are extinct'
'Now go away and I won't tell
You'll get to live another day.'
He stayed... So, I swatted him
to prehistoric hell ~
THE STUPID ONE-CELL DUMBBELL
In the aftermath of birth to my last child, a procedure was
performed the next day, intense breathing, anxiety and
overwhelms me. code blue announced over the intercom
I'm having respiratory distress caused by the anesthesia.
The electronic vital sign monitors beep, I'm flatlined for
30 minutes after loss of consciousness according to medical
staff, I'm revived and hooked up to a ventilator. Out-of-body
encounter, I'm amongst the clouds looking down at the medical
is staff working on me am I in heaven or hell? I was suddenly
approached by a male image, the face not seen gave me a
hug a kiss on my right cheek, and said I'm not done with
you and I were awakened on the third day. Out-of-body
encounters.
A school of silverfish looked up at me
At least it seemed their eyes could see
I acknowledged them with a bob of my head
They bobbed me back ~ That's all we said
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