Have you ever felt like crying, you didn’t know why,
you just felt the need, to sit there and cry.
With a heart so heavy, a feeling so blue,
you have no idea, what’s come over you.
As the tears swell up, in your heart you feel,
so many different emotions, how there all so real.
As we begin to experience, things we cannot speak,
as in our hearts, the answer we do seek.
Unspeakable things, all combined together as one, you see,
to put your finger on it, it just cannot be.
We go off to ourselves, and in the silence we hide,
there we find our safe place, where we can abide.
Now, all alone, in our silence you see,
the Spirit of God, comforts you and me.
When the tears are over, it’s back to life we go,
those thing’s that’s hard to understand, is what helps us grow.
When I feel the need to cry, it’s in the silence you see,
because I know, thats where the Spirit of God will be.
When I drive down my road
and I look in my mirrors
they shake
interesting
my music must be too loud
so I turn it down
I can see the pebbles in the snow
kicked up by the last teenager to race down this lane
the little black dots make the road look like a Shell Silverstein sketch
how funny
it's been forever since I read his poems
I loved them
I wonder if I still have that book...
no matter
I'll get home soon
that car still rattling as I go
that's probably why I had my music so loud
it was silly though
still is
I love to feel the vibrations in my seat
I doubt my parents would like this song
I'm not even sure if I do myself
How silly yet again
I think of myself as so grounded
yet I cant even tell what I'm thinking
or what I like and enjoy
As conscious as I am
as deep as I look
within myself
I still cant put a finger on it
there's something I cant read
or is there
maybe I'm just trying to read the scribbles
the scratches I interpreted as another language
maybe I'm looking too deep
maybe I should look at the road.
Do you feel it too
You know, the graying of Halloween
For several decades it was all the rage
for Sonny-and-Cher-like adults, whatever their age
Red-light district numbers sold like hotcakes
along with ghoulish getups for opulent jakes
Something happened though, can't put my finger on it
maybe it started with Covid, like EVERYTHING else did
as the government reminds us...
Do you feel it too
Halloween's lost her old zipperoo
Maybe the air is out of the balloon
~ for a bit
A Soup poet wrote a love sonnet
She should have kept under her bonnet
Though deftly composed
Her love was exposed
And she can't put her finger on it
~ The Tzaddik ~
A 'Tzaddik,' normally translated as a 'Righteous Man,'
is so much more than that. I think of a 'Tzaddik' as a
selfless holy man, who exists only for others. If you've
ever met one, you'll recognize him in the poem below...
You can’t put your finger on it
or think of its synonym
Yet the instant he spots you
there’s something special about him
It’s in his smile that greets you
his attentiveness when you speak
He exists only for you, for your deepest needs
though you may be unassertive and weak
He introduces others to you with a shine on his face
that he transfers to you with effortless grace
You will never forget him, nor he you
for you’ve just met a tzaddik, whose love has touched you
I am not always happy
And I am seldom even fun
I'm not always sad
And you are the only one
It seems I always worry
About what the future will hold
Feeling like I forgot something
Too intangible to hold
Can't put my finger on it
It's as elusive as dust
Feeling like I've been cheated
Time passed by in a rush
In the past I felt defeated
Despite once youthful resolve
So much unanswered
Time to harken the Call
Magical Perplexity
by M. Griswold
06192020
Your a magical mystery which draws me near.
Can't place my finger on it, yet it is perfectly clear.
That twinkling in your eye, the warmth of your smile.
The grace of your form with such a beautiful style.
An attractive force which I just can't resist.
I am helpless in heart as the currents persist.
Driving me endlessly like a moth to a flame.
Your spirit does entrance me, direct in it's aim.
Why so captive am I that I am a ponder to understand.
Never have I been under such a magical command.
Demanding my affections to which I voluntarily give.
For it seems now without you I surely wouldn't live.
Beautiful sorcery to which I haven't any self control.
Of primal surge passionate does it lustfully grow.
Your magical mystery of soulful, wrenching harmony.
Is wonderfully quizzical, mystical in it's perplexity.
I feel the darkness of your stare leaching the goodness from my soul with every passing moment. I feel it draining my life force from within. It is unexplainable, I can not put my finger on it but it is there, something from you is leaching the life from me. It is as if your a black hole and I am the sun in which you steal the light from. In your absence I feel a sense
of normalcy again, as if life has poured itself back into me. It has occurred to me that our souls have never been compatible or even on the same plane. I long for a greater existence in which you are the road block.
Can someone out there tell me
Just what Christmas is
Is it gift exchanging
Or a silent, snowy kiss
Is Christmas only Jesus
Or is it something else indeed
Is it love for one another
Or love for retail greed
Is Christmas something solid
The sum is bigger than the parts
Is Christmas just a feeling
We keep tucked deep inside our hearts
Christmas is just what we make it
Be it good, or be it bad
It's a gathering of loved ones
Where one can still feel sad
You can't put your finger on it
But, in time I think you'll find
That Christmas is a feeling
In your heart that rules your mind
You can celebrate the season
With a group, or on your own
It's the actions toward others
It is LOVE, the great unknown
To everyone it's different
In the end, the day is his
Celebration of the savior
That's what Christmas is...
Can't place my finger on it, no I can't quite figure out what it is
There's just something about that boy that makes me want to be all his
Feelings washing over me that I can't really quite explain
Got me second guessing myself wondering if maybe I'm really going insane
Provoking and awakening feelings I never knew did exist
There's a strong magnetic force I'm feeling and it's so hard to resist
Confusing are some of these suductive arousing thoughts I ponder
Like deja vu back to him my mind always does wander
Created such heightened sensations
Mmm such a lip biting temptation
Increasingly higher is climbing this adrenaline rush
So charismatic and knows exactly how to make me blush
Takes me out of my comfort zone
Makes me anticipate with excitement the unknown
Hard to keep hold of any self control
I don't know how he does it but he speaks to my very soul
Feelings so invigorating and so contradicting
Oh but the very thought of him is so enticing and addicting
A habit I'm not sure I can quit if I start
For once I do there's no stopping my heart
sense of humor
never able to
show you that
funny aspect
of my personality
never was able to
revel to you my
hidden fun side
something always
held my true personality
back from making an
appearance around you
why i just can't put my finger on it
can't figure it out still
maybe it's because of the
uneasy i feel around you
that is the only logical reasoning
for this negative phenomenon
There is something mighty special about the sun
I can't really put my finger on it
I am not even sure that if I tried to explain it
You would understand it
There is a sense of joy when the sun is out
I see happy faces big broad smiles
Colours like rainbows extended from miles
Tulips and daises dancing in the wind
Children prancing up and down.
There is something special about the sun
Its like an energetic beam
A source of human energy
You can say its like a type of drug that boosts our body
I cant really describe it
Its like giving hope to the ill
There is something very special about the sun
It has away of making every meaningful moment feel just right.
They thought us kings, demi-gods
We were unique, wild and free
Daring to go where no others have
Reaching for the farthest stars, dreaming
Of life and its endless possibilities
Living for now, tomorrow is but a sweet dream.
It’s been too long since those days
The long cold nights, star-struck
When we were young and dumb
Now we are all grown up
Or are we less of who we wanted
And more like the world we live?
I can’t put a finger on it
Yet I can’t help but wonder
Did we give up the best of us?
For something that doesn’t satisfy
Still we yearn to be free and wild
For how long though?
Growing up and growing old
Are the two linked? Are they the same?
Can the child you were recognize the adult?
We have no fate but what we make
Look not back, for then you are lost
Life like time waits for no one
So too does the world
But it’s okay to be different
It’s the essence of humanity.
So jealous he gets, yet he has no right,
I'm not your woman, I'm not your wife,
Keep my name out of your mouth,
Or I'll give you something to talk about,
Your own reflection, you'll get in the end,
You won't play with my heart if your a smart man,
I can see right through you, and you won't forget my name,
You should have never included me in your game,
I'll lick and stick my finger on it, and turn the page,
You'll notice I've read it, and your story will change,
Here's the truth...your meant to change,
Don't feel bad, because the game changed your ways.
Eyes in between the lines, we've met long ago,
I can recognize your voice from the sound of your flow,
Sometimes I can't put my finger on it right away,
So I'll watch and observe, listen and wait,
I'll take one step forward, and then I'll step back,
To see your reaction and how you'll act,
I'm a deep looker, my heart is strong,
I will protect it, because when I love I hold on,
The width of my own heart scares me at times,
The vastness of compassion, the range of my sight,
The underlining in between the lines,
Opens my eyes to loves insight.
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