A distance to here and there,
haven't left this house
for the past 2 years,
except for booze
to end
my troubling mind,
Trouble circulates,
like the raising
of breeze
to a hail storm
and this
becomes
my night,
They stand,
half naked
to survive
in a darkness
that this society
will never see.
Welcome to when,
you lose your job
to AI
and Androids
this or next year,
the capitalism
is so extreme
and we lose
our empathy
for our friends.
Don't watch the news,
I advised this girl,
but she told me
she can't escape this
as all her friends
at her local school,
talk about the horror show.....
Masters and their chambers
exploit
us for a supreme feast,
we allow all of this,
remember
we out-weigh this.......
Winter
Winter spreads a white cloak upon the ground,
His hands are cold, yet kindness may be found.
Snowflakes are unwritten letters from lovers,
That whisper in the wind, then rest under snowy covers.
In the coldest nights, only love’s warmth will survive,
Keeping the circle of seasons gently alive.
Beloved, when you come, spring of union and summer of passion bloom,
When you leave, autumn of memory and winter of longing loom.
Our love is four seasons that through you find their part,
A cycle eternal, forever turning within the heart.
Autumn
My beloved wears autumn’s golden gown,
Her honeyed hair falls gently down.
In her eyes lies a sorrow tender and sweet,
You are my autumn, O spring I once did meet.
Leaves descend like letters left unread,
One by one to earth they are spread.
The wind of autumn whispers through the trees,
A voice from time’s deep heart, telling memories.
Golden pages drift like a half-forgotten song,
Each line inscribed as the earth moves along.
And soil becomes the gentlest bed,
Where all these tales of love are softly said.
Summer
O beloved! Come, set my soul ablaze with your flame,
My heart bursts with longing, whispering your name.
The shade of trees shelters me, while crickets in the night
Sing endless songs of love beneath the fading light.
The sun lifts a goblet of fire across the sky,
Its golden arrows chase the hearts that fly.
Night wears a cloak embroidered with stars,
And each of my glances is lit by your fire from afar.
From the blaze of your face, my whole being does burn,
Each breath a spark, calling for your return.
This endless fire draws me into its flame,
And in the heat of your presence, summer burns the same.
Spring
Beyond the visible spring of nature, a secret season stirs my soul,
My beloved spreads her emerald robe across the waiting whole.
Her breath releases jasmine, wild roses in the air,
Like dawn’s soft breeze, she touches willows with tender care.
Each step she takes breaks the silence of the night,
And flowers awaken, opening petals to the light.
Lovers’ songs, like migrating birds, soar into the sky,
While pearls of dew on her cheeks like morning jewels lie.
When I stand before my tall and graceful beloved, I bow with greeting,
She answers with a smile, like a flower at day’s first meeting.
From the fragrance of her reply, spring drifts through the air,
O newborn season of beauty and grace—arise, all gardens prepare.
With care I seal my love, the rising sun our witness,
Each kiss returned, red as blossoms of morning brightness.
Thus our love dances in the fresh spring air,
And every breath of nature bears witness that we care.
She believed in love at first sight
was deluded and double-crossed
one more time put her heart on the line
everything she once had now is lost
never knew no one who'd dissemble and lie
stab her in the back as he looked her in the eye
made the mistake of giving him her trust
now she's all beat up broke down battered and bust
she who had the faith love conquers all
was duped deceived taken for a ride
if she knew then all she knows now
there'd be no heartbreak she'd be dry-eyed
what a charmer come to no harmer
he enticed her then sliced and diced her
he's a two-timing four-flushing freak
if anyone ever was the perfect portrayal of one
living on a diet of deception and betrayal
he's a true Casanova a real Don Juan
Dear Heart
Please start
Love grows
Suppose
You beat
Life’s sweet
We meet
God’s Grace
Silk lace
White dress
Wish blessed
Vows preached
Hands reached
Complete
One Morn
Child born
love grows
small toes
Face beams
Sun streams
New space
Live life
Glad wife
Time past
Went fast
Old lace
Fast pace
God’s Grace
TWENTY-FOUR HOURS
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daybreak
arising, dawning
originating, illuminating, exhilarating
dawn, illumination, darkness, nightfall
slumbering, dreaming, concluding
shadowy, placid,
nightfall
A bugler stands silent and alone
Deep within the garden of stone
And as the first three notes sound
Echoing across this sacred ground
Resounding in the mourners’ ears
Stir each soul and summon tears
The bugler plays soft and slow
Twenty-four notes we all know
That in our souls resonate
They honor and commemorate
The Veteran we lay to rest
By whose service we were blest
With peace, safety, liberty
These things do not come free
So play bugler, sound the horn
Notes so soft yet so forlorn
Carried on the breeze aloft
Till lost in the evening soft
Till lost in the setting sun
A Veteran’s duty finally done
There were four men
searching for truth
They all knew
that sixteen hundred years before
Someone was asked
by a washing hands' man
to say what was the truth.
One of them
is on the tower of Pisa
which is still bending
since then
'cause he refused
to declare the earth is flat
to the clergy men
to the rappers of truth
Several miles away
another one is convicted
by other false truth holders
he has lost his wife
he's lost his goods
he's lost his freedom
and he's Lost Paradise
And Torquato
has been serving
for seven years through
in a madhouse
for his poetry was full of truth.
The fourth man lies
straight and tall
in the middle of a square
where his unfortunate harsh
took the place of the flowers
He seems to warn the passing-bys:
"Please, mind the truth!"
The day is done, the twilight shade is a soft caster on a world
Now, let us rush to the riverside to fill the pitcher until brimming to the fullest
the cadence and the cascade in chorus , the sky at day break ,a longing
ahoy! They call me to the mundane, a boulevard and the fading song
Now, a path less traveled by , almost none
the heart song through the river , a gush of breeze,
Never had a vision of return, a letter to befriend any and a response
the destination is the anonymity, a croon with the journey of the
boat song
In the breadbasket,
the last loaf is telling jokes
to the hungry knife.
One, two,
I think I'm through;
Three, four,
under the floor;
Five, six,
I'm in a fix;
Seven, eight,
he met his fate;
Nine, ten,
I'm in the pen;
Eleven, twelve,
my hopes to shelve;
Thirteen, fourteen,
clean with chlorine;
Fifteen, sixteen,
bloody crime scene;
Seventeen, eighteen,
murder unforeseen;
Nineteen, twenty,
stole my Good & Plenty.
Earth to give
form...
Water to give
spirit...
Fire to give
heat...
air to give
breath...
In the great crucible
of nature, only
four essences
to create life...
To make
the universe vibrate...!
In the next life
if reincarnated
as a mayfly
I am designated
it's good enough for me
with nothing but fun
for twenty-four hours
(under the sun)
until the race is run
bonking here bonking there
I'll be bonking everywhere
non-stop until I drop
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