Freshen Poems

Atta-Gal I'm your Man tonight

The perfect indication
a smirk, with some flirtation
a special night
for dating
do you wanna dance with me

Suggestive comments got me thinking
that atta-bouis
and all that winking
laning on me
got me thinking
you wanna dance with me

aint got the right stuff for staying
work in the morning my Boss aint
playing
But you got me wanting
some forward thinking
the night aint through
when the band finishes playing

I got a kiss
after a whisper
the gentlemen said
she called me her Mister
Right night
the romance of the mmusic
dancing
smiling and grooving
what a night
what a romantic evening
got a foolish man
beleiving
take my time
clm all the feelings
freshen up for a specail evening

Nature's Gift

wind, come surround me with your timeless gust.
freshen up my numb body so i can move again

sun, direct your rays to unfreeze my brain.
lighten up my clouded mind so i can be reasonable again

moon, sparkle my nights along with the stars.
shine through my darkest hours so i can fear mo more again

water, splash me with your ever cleansing power.
wash off doubts in my soul so i can trust myself again

fire, warm me with your burning flame.
melt the madness and so i can cry tears of joy this time

rain, drop less than usual on my way.
sprinkle me lightly please so i can have myself space and time

when night is over, another day to conquer.
and it goes on and on all the time

Insomniac Deteste

A cacophonic silence,
A mere blanch of a catastrophic faliure,
A maroon in a sickening mirage,
'tis a shade one more,
As a ray one less,
Fairing smiles adiue,
Requiem of a chastised face,
Lay a bed,
O'er wond'rous, to waste.

Where'n freshen lie fast in his daze,
Merry may go his hour,
Time shroud.
However vivid,
a weary slumber ,
Is but man's sorry tire,
Weeping sore,
Once dreaded in languishment,
Once cowered behind the stars.

Not an eye unopened,
Nor a God that sleeps.

every day poem

everyday i wake up for the next day

everyday I get in the shower before school

everyday I get dressed and brush my teeth

everyday I freshen up to get ready and head to school

everyday I lock in for school and get as much done as I can

everyday I finish my school assignments and head to work 

everyday I go to work and make money after school

everyday I finish work and enjoy the rest of my day

trying to jump off my dendrite track

Jumping might be my favorite word
or frolicking, prancing, dancing
anyway, it’s something with an ing ending
I can assure you of that

I get sick of throwing down the same words
feeling redundant and trite once again
I have no idea how to freshen my mind up
to spin things around to other words

what about words with d endings?
placid; lucid, horrid, morbid.
I see why these won’t work.
Still I try to jump off my dendrite track.

to get away from my blaring mediocrity.
To no avail, for every blank sheet of paper
is yelling for me to throw down jumping or dancing
and so I do, and so I do.

Nature Heals

Nature heals, I say
The air that I breathe freshen
Walk into the woods.

Hot Dose

Hot met? No problem
Drink juice, eat fruits that freshen
Try ice cream Magnum.

Big Tony

Yet another funeral
Another old friend gone,
Not many of us left now
As time grinds on and on.
This was goodbye Big Tony 
Of the last five years of
My indisciplined wild life
Before I was rescued by
Marriage and a loving wife.
Days of weekend long parties
Starting Friday nights in the pub
With just snatched hours of sleep
Until a Monday morning cold scrub

To freshen the face, and on to work
To somehow endure the day
Boosted by strong hot coffee
To help it on its way.
Then our lives parted as he
Assumed his new way of life
Travelling the wide world 
Absentee husband, lonely wife 
While I travelled locally
Away  for weeks on end
And so I saw less and less
Of my good living friend.

Over the years we would meet
Nearly always by pure chance
Friends still but parted by 
Life’s changing circumstance.
Eventually I heard 
Just end of lifecare
And all too suddenly
He was no longer there.
Today it was fitting to stand 
To remember at his life’s end
To think of him for a while and
Say goodbye to my old friend.

Cheers Big Tony

The Untruth of a Lone and Erroneous Prophecy

The Untruth Of A Lone And Erroneous Prophecy


What has a prophetic death done to this poor soul
the merest thought of sleeping under freshen sod
stir the urgent flames, hefting in more Irish coal
is it true Fate will soon strike me with angry rod?
Shall the sky its higher heavens thus so soon part
or maybe earth will hear, spit open a new grave
My dearest angel, fear not, still thy fearful heart
Faith and Truth will issue edits to my heart save!
Hold certainty, my life is to ever flow on
And honey-cast dawn wake to me love ever-more
Yes, you shall sing in your sweeter romantic tone
As we in our bliss dine on paradise's gold shores.

There is no dark that can easily take my life.
Fate cries out, you will be my ever-faithful wife.

Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
Jul 1 27th, 1977

Note. True story, a woman predicted my early demise when I was just 23 years old.
Hmm. I am 69 years old now, somebody missed by a few years.

A Brief History of Toothbrushes

Sitting in a coffee shop,
slatted chair back creaking as she chews
on the knock-knock joke of a long ago
eating popsicle.

It’s a hot day.

She says that before the modern
toothbrush, people brushed teeth with boar’s hair brushes,
& before that they chewed on sticks,
& before that even they chewed on fennel stalks
to freshen their breath.

“& before that?” I asked.

Apparently, before that people didn’t eat bread,
or fill their stomachs with refined sugar.

Why she knows the history of toothbrushes
I may never know. Perhaps she wanted 
an explanation for why she chewed so long
on knock-knock jokes.

Who’s there?

The Rain

Rain

It has just started raining, from the sky it falls so well, almost a thought reminds me, that I’m trapped in this loveless hell, yet how water like tears make do, harboring sinister burdens made through, but to freshen resist come new, the pain that grows within me, my broken heart can now persue…

To the Sea

A white plastic bag flapping on a stark tree
acts as a windsock if I needed one – I don’t.

The GPS guides my mind upon a flickering map
toward salt water
where silver fish are leaping into the cold air,
gulping at a low-hanging haze.
Still as stone is the marbled sky.

I have yet to arrive,
the shore is bereft of place and time yet.
We will all freshen up later.

Until I am there
I travel incognito using a name
I once found in a book of minor sorrows.

My niggling fret this day is a longing for the sea
here in the middle of a prairie
where buffalo slowly much the miles ahead.

The rolling rubber is impatiently whirring,
pining out here, speeding over dry dinosaur bones.

Five hundred aqueous daydreams ahead
a shore fish-restaurant is already
opening its doors.

Seaside Lullaby

The seas gentle lapping licks
at children's feet,
bathes the beach goer 
in a cooling wash to freshen
nerves from summer's heat.
The afternoon settles down 
beneath the drowsy shade 
of beach umbrellas
and colourful tents and begins
to dream its numbing dream. 
Yesterday, just beyond 
the reach of someone's sleep,
the same calm water
took a life not far from where
it now bursts tiny bubbles
to tickle little feet.

New Year New You

What you have done is what you have seen,
 now its new years what do you 
want to be?

Most people right now have
 not made a resolution, if that’s one
 of you, make it fast and give your contribution!

Do something this new year’s, it’s
 for your own good, so now decide what you
 want to do this year and freshen up your mood.
New Year new you!

To My Daughter On Her Wedding Day

Fly away my sweet butterfly,
it is time now to bid you good bye,
you always will be a part of me,
fly now to your own family tree.
memories freshen as time goes by,
some with a smile, some with a sigh,
as years roll on and weathers change,
I shall learn without you to manage.
spring will pour in new many flowers,
early mist and the morning showers,
Christmas then and the winter snow,
Warm Aprils and the Autumnal glow,
every leaf, every whiff of breeze,
would trigger your thoughts for a tease,
I shall hide my tears behind a smile,
for coming years and for a while,
till age puts some more grey on me,
shall let everything you left, just be,
so to feel your presence though away,
till you choose to visit me one day,
to freshen the moments that are lost,
to brighten the present with some past,
Fly away my sweet butterfly,
it is time now to say good bye,
you will always be a part of me,
and proud part of our family tree!!

To my daughter Divya on her wedding day
8/9th September 2022

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