Yet, feeling sorry for everything I did,
I just couldn’t realise earlier, because I was just a kid.
Sometimes confronting myself tears me apart,
It made me realise; making a bond is easy, but maintaining it is an art.
Tell me honestly, is my image still in your heart?
Or is it a million miles and poles apart?
The only thing I’m left with is to hope or regret,
Sometimes I try to call you, to make the things best.
But I’ll still wait, for many never ending days,
My dreams will come true, that’s what my heart says.
Fixing everything up, that’s what I aim,
Till the time, I can live with those memories, I fortunately managed to claim.
Forwarding our lives, shows me the time,
Where you, my love, will always be mine.
One Couple of days : On sleep of nightmare enjoying Good Day.
Clouds floating on ocean sending scorching Sun Ray
Frigid mountain starts moving, turning dynamic.
Frolic fountain now stagnant , becoming static.
Tight leggings looking quite perfect fitting with wide flare
Long Jump - High Jump champions perform, sitting on chair.
Me crazy busy whimsy clumsy : Observer orthogonal,
stepping horizontal, forwarding vertical, venturing virtual.
To follow the law or comply with
Asks Mister Smith
Forwarding though the current
Or drift
The flow is uncontrolled
The task is manifold
And distance within
This our engine
Appears both new and old
My only nemesis
Placing an emphasis
On something we must understand
Humanity fantasies
Trans and the extasies
Deity rules should be banned
As time you spend your day
In data flow
Don't be surprised to find yourself on deathly row
As reading of the fiction
Enriches your cognition
Invigorates the vision
With adequaCY THOUGH
And differing the fiction
And real facts of life
Is really your own mission
And target of your strive
Where computing meets
Unsolvable for it
My horse move greatly beats
And thus get you Merit
Distinction makes distinctive
And thus the difference
Who made wild life extensive
The flea adheres
Life of the parasites are for the parasites
To choose a way to earn approve
Remove the satellites
“No one will notice I’m gone,” she said,
as we snuck out of the party,
but after our brief illicit thing,
she left,
left with no forwarding address.
I certainly noticed that.
Like a slow-moving westbound wagon train in 1887,
filled with brave souls departing a land of nightmares; or like
a 13-year-old in no-man's-land looking at 18 and wishing he could
push a button capable of fast-forwarding at least 5 years; Or like
a lazy and lonely Sunday afternoon without scenes or sounds.
Yes, it felt like the sands of time in the hourglass were made of snails.
It was a time and place never loved by me, but it was where my story
began. It was the blessed home of the privileged few and the very rich.
It was the unfortunate abode of the underprivileged and the very poor.
It was a piece of American geography that never felt like home to me.
My best dream was that time would grow wings faster and fly me away.
My primary goal was to depart, not be from there, and never return.
People everywhere
Talk of the new norm
Yet, there is a new norm
Which is the true new norm
Jesus is the Gateway to this
Mind blowing new norm!
See into the spirit realm
Hear heaven speak
Have a conversation with God
Learn to partner with heaven
Practice this new norm
And see your world turn
Right side up, fast forwarding
Your destiny and identity!
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spring forward
springing forward toward
springing forwarding toward
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A day of forwarding
living life's purpose
fulfillment with joy
not thine own will
God's will of course
time is time
a measure of faith
continuing on in grace.
He was a lonely man
She found him through his mother, her boss.
He is adorable, his mom had told her.
Sweet, loving, caring, a real gentleman.
Mommy forgot to mention he was an incessant talker.
They went out on a date.
His mouth opened and he never paused for breath.
He talked from the minute he picked her up until he released her.
She ran to her house, wondering how he had not noticed
That she had not said one word in three hours.
There was never a pause.
Never a break; he did not stop talking even while eating.
Mommy told her at work the next day the date was a success.
I think he’s thinking about a long term relationship with you.
She discovered they were planning a wedding with her as bride.
That’s when she left her job with no forwarding address.
If a poem fails to bring in loud cheers,
Need there’s none to feel unduly sorry,
Nor cheer up if some stray hearts it endears;
To too loud cheers need there’s to feel weary.
If at times your Muse says ‘I can’t help here’,
Fine, a flower blossoms but at right time,
Comes the right time and uncalled she comes near,
Words-failing-to-fall-in-place scarce is crime.
At last your poems if do some cheers fetch,
Get swayed not, claps are oft customary.
Let it in head nary an impress etch,
Poetry sites feel it’s necessary.
Poets are persuaded to encourage,
Quietly still they might turn a tired page.
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Tongue-in-cheek |03.12.2020| sonnet
Topic: poetry, humour
Poet’s note: This is my take-out from forwarding poems to and following them at poetry sites. It helps if budding poets develop an attitude of being somewhat stick-proof!
Forgiveness for I quite patiently
have done you a massive disservice
In some or other way
You wish me not to know
As I see you have clearly closed
your curtains and bolting shut
your front door
And so to turned your back on me
and sent me to Coventry as well
And worst of all left no forwarding address
For me to plead my case in open court
If I so wished to contest your verdict
and offer up a defense
And be judged by a jury of my peers instead
And maybe then I may also finally figure out
Exactly what my crime was and find myself
Being charged with and accused of
Or is even worth or worthy of me and my
time contesting at all
Concentration,congregations,communications
illustrations,consultations,relations
persecutions,sanitations,punctuations,hesitation
revised,surmised,surprised in a disguise
The reality is known, system re-booted
salute, population expansions
weather changes, climates are changing
social sites exploring, overloading in errors
sharing, caring, giving back
homemade tasks, ideas forwarding
showing, make known
groups of gatherings
experiments abroad
laughing full of joy
a world, the Eagles soar
Precious moments
tender sounds
alerts notification
concentration,meditation
exercising, food preparation
In a given moment
each day is lived.
Note: The world is not waiting on time. Changes occur. Love, be of peace. Be kind. Trust in GOD. Taking one minute at a TIME.
Be safe. Stay safe.
A foreign remittance is still memorable.
At that time condition was not bit favourable.
A lot of details and queries.
I couldn't reach my branch.
Every moment a new rule my bank's launch.
Foreign branch performed its role.but my own branch can't be ignored.
No reply on my emails it's strange.
After manager's cooperation environment got change.
Foreign branch provided me number.
The number belongs to chief manager.
My branch needs to give a forwarding letter.
The letter authorised by chief manager.
I texted about the remittance need.
Next day unfortunately manager sir took leave.
I tried to convince him that I am geniune.
And wanted a favour for remittance soon.
Finally he accepted my application from email.
the remittance becomes a story tale.
Next day I got forwarding letter ,
My manager was nice but a bit loyal administrative nature.
But the importance really lies in his signature.
He signed and things become resolved.
Finally the remittance mystery was solved.
The weather with its thunder and rain,
change of perception to takes us home again.
By the ecology of magic that remains,
or lifeless desserts that will find its names.
Through misty realms by wasters dreams,
dying trees without carbon in distress it seems.
To regain some sense of ground and gravity,
some ancient diversities is the approach in nativity.
The killing of earth by poisons and number,
politics, bankers and farmers plunder.
Mother of all secret creation to sustain,
convenient ignorance the invisible chain.
When human creation at its dire and best,
seeds containing enduring passion need to manifest.
Allowing true purpose intend to find,
away from actions that keep us blind.
Mother earth love brings true awakening,
forwarding the ultimate reasons of being.
The roots of our ancient truth is deep,
a sacred point of view that we reap.
Cut out the parasitic takers stories,
follow the generosity of spirit glories.
Living creative forces are sacred,
truth by living force well motivated.
“No one will notice I’m gone,” she said
as we snuck out of the party,
but after our brief illicit fling
she left
with no forwarding address;
I certainly noticed that,
and so did her husband
and my friends.
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