I am a writer,
A crafter of sculptures
Showing off ability in creativity.
Beyond experiences of my own,
Beyond feelings of my own.
I take a stroll in journeys of others,
And pave routes in imagination.
I fill gabs yet to be discovered,
And open doors yet to be walked in.
I bleed pain through ink in hand
And Keep my journal thriving in scripted thoughts
I give life to thoughts in shapes unknown
I am a writer,
And I am artistic.
I paint pictures felt with a full heart,
And then again mend a broken heart.
I am like a magician,
I am bound to make the world dance to the beat of my drum.
This is talent wrapped in a golden foil
In the insurmountable obstacles of life,
Love, LOVE.
With no torn apart starts,
With no borders nor walls.
For, love is a guide to humanity,
And love bridges all gabs.
For, love heals,
And love leads.
Ofcourse love can be a great ordeal,
But, it forever remains a great deal.
Even the bible concurs
1Corinthians 13:4–8
Love is patient and kind;
Love does not envy or boast;
It is not arrogant or rude.
It does not insist on its own way;
Love is not irritable or resentful;
It does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.
Love bears all things,
It believes all things,
It Hopes all things,
Endures all things.
Love, LOVE
Love with no bounds,
Love with no fear.
For, love is a beautiful thing.
And love is a special delight.
The only conversation that fills all gabs
The only place that patches all wounds.
Where I feel safe when a tear drops,
A place where vulnerability is acknowledged.
Where I feel welcomed in my imperfections.
A place of peace,
A place without judgements.
The only place Where I don't need to coat words,
A place of warmth.
The only place where my thirst is quenched
And my hunger is filled.
With my head down, hands lifted up high
With my Knees down, eyes closed up to heavens.
I lay down my fears
And all troubles disappears.
I lay down my heartaches
And all pain heals
A place to refill my emptiness.
The only place of hope.
Last night I dreamed of heaven and I saw the pearly gates.
I saw what was waiting there for me, and it was absolutely great.
There stood all of my puppies each wagging their little tails.
Each one was there to greet me as I came upon their trail.
I saw Ginger and Summer, Kimba and Maddy as well.
I then saw Cujo, Taylor and the Gabs, with many a tale to tell.
I saw every beautiful dog that had been there throughout my years.
I even saw their wings as I dropped to my knees in tears.
I then saw my Lord and Savior he was standing there in their midst.
He was showing me some of his angels that I had loved and dearly missed.
I could also see my parents they were grinning from ear to ear.
They were also standing with their puppies I couldn’t believe I was finally here.
I could see them all but three, then my heart began to sink.
I didn’t see Bella, Lilly or my Lola in her studded collar of pink.
I couldn’t understand how heaven, would bring me such pain and strife.
Then I turned around and looked, they had stayed behind to protect my wife.
My train wreck Gabby
was a gem indeed
A giant Newfoundland
a stubborn breed
Loving and gentle
all 180 pounds
She was a mighty hunter
and she protected our grounds
For fourteen years
I loved her dear
Even when she ate my dinner
and drank my beer
I miss that dog
three past eleven
She is now with my Mom
upstairs in heaven
August 7, 2020
All Pets Go To Heaven Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Life,
it gabs
you.
Pulls
you into
this place.
Throws
you
into the
deep
end of
the pool.
Determined.
Accident
of birth.
Location
determines
indoctrination.
Force fed
nonsense,
brainwashed
to be
who you become.
Fighting,
keeping head
above water.
No chance
to think,
to question.
What’s going
on?
No answers,
only
questions.
Charlatans
promise answers.
They
have none.
Confusion!
Fighting
to the
bitter end.
Wow!
When stars orange no longer mark
Their glitter in a nearby park
And crescent moon hides its face
I grasp memories to retrace
His laughter with those twinkled winks
Tuneful the voice O my heart blinks:
Giggling 'neath lamp posts... yet I know
Words now silenced by drools so low
That often I watch him every morn;
As Grandpa lies hushed, forlorn
While day recedes along clouds gray
His mind lost as if sighs betray
A glimpse blank, a flight to nowhere--
I die inside snared...life's unfair!
Is this a curse for the next years
Assaulting our joy, pierced by tears?
The music calls; how bit by bit
My breaths entrapped in a pit...
How then I dread what I might find
If gabs not in frolics enshrined.
Contest sponsored by Silent One
I Died A Little Inside 2/09/2019
MY INTENTIONS WERE TO GET THOSE
WHO WANTED TO SING TO SING !
THOSE WHO WANTED TO DANCE, TO DANCE.
AND IF YOUR GIFT WAS MAKING NOISE
WITH AN INSTRUMENT, BRING YO'
SWEETSELF UP IN HERE AND
THE NOTES TO PLAY !
GROOVE LIKE YO' BACK AINT GOT NO BONE.
AND LEAVE THAT SNOUDY TRICK ALONE.
WASH THOSE GRIMEY GABS
AND GRAB SOME SOAP FOR YO' DIRTY TAIL
COME ON DOWN YEAR, NICE CLEAN
AND GET FUNKY DOIN WHAT THE
MUSIC TELLS YOU TO!
SNAP YO' FINGERS FOR THE WAITER
AND HOPE THE WAITRESS
DON'T CURSE YOU OUT.
CLICK YO' FANGERS TIL
THE JAM STOPS JAMMING.
KISS THAT THANG IF SHE LET'CHA..
OUT DAY GALAVANTING WIT DOS' GIRLS
YO' WIFE IS GONNA SLAP YOU SILLY!
DAMN FOL SHOULD NO BETTER.
LEAVE THAT HOE ALONE !
Words can be whimsical, a merry-go-round
They run in a circle, they bounce up and down
They play hide-and-seek, until they are found
Look how quickly the little ones grow!
Words can seduce like a scandalous dance
They'll perplex the complex, if given a chance
They're as sincere as England, as sexy as France
As reckless as the caution they throw
Words can get tipsy if taken too much
The pretentious go on-and-on about such-and-such
The brutish ones can bail you out in a clutch
The foolhardy don't know they don't know
Words can be tacky, tongue wagging gabs
Words can be lavish and leave you the tab
Words can covertly steal and grab
Their smile is only for show
Words can impulsively issue a dare
Words can react with extravagant flair
But words must always be handled with care
When timing's too slow, for words on the go
Look how quickly the little ones grow!
As reckless as the caution they throw
The foolhardy don't know they don't know
Their smile is only for show
When timing's too slow
For words on the go-
8/7/18
Best be those who mind their tees and traps
for a green man lurks in the swamps
wanting to win over the lives of the tramps
mucking their way to rev up the amps.
Life costs plenty true and to be sure
so a pot of gold is good as green’s grass
to dampen the drizzle and tender a lure
for a game a golf will tempt any lad or lass.
But be wary for the trick is to know
On which end the rainbows pot will fall
One good trap will sink you like a blow
While fair sailing makes you feel very tall.
The truth is, oh lad and lasses, traps be quick
And traps be full, they hide and bely
Every hubris act that gabs it on thick
causes elf to ensure your success is but a lie.
When ladies doll up for fun
Over afternoon tea,
My rosy pots brew of laughter
Cups sipping flavored gabs,
When ladies doll up for fun.
A Prized Refrain Contest of nette onclaud
3 August 2015 , Carly Lalion
No. 2--Teapot
My collection of teapots is growing! The best
one is a set from Grams, 1910 English porcelain
edition.