A need to capture what I’ve been through
to map life’s puzzle, writing’s the glue
Making sense of what’s seemingly random
so that I can understand some
To preserve it for aye and forever too
what went down ~ where, why and who
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I hope someday we’re blessed to understand…
as we’re torn apart by the hate and anger we’re desperately trying to weather.
how love and friendship is the glue
that can hold the world together.
Do as I do...
Who never knew
My wings that flew
Spiraled to you.
Sunlight the day...
With winter's ray
Frostbite thy lips
Til deaths decay.
Before there was light
before there was sound
Gravity wandered
the universe round
Plotting the orbits
of things still to come
Spacing the essence
of all zero-sum
(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)
Her heart has turned to glass
Broken shards that stab her from within
Lost in her sea of sorrow
She hardly feels the tears pouring from her soul
Melancholy reigns, marring her mind
She drowns day after day in her ocean of worries
Smiling, when there's no end to her problems
To whom can she open up?
Who really knows her real state?
To whom can she share her regrets with?
Who will pull her up from this dark depression?
This chasm that seems to consume her?
This chaos that runs amok, ruining her?
This speechless pain that silences every other thought?
Who can cure her heart?
Glue those shattered pieces back into one whole?
Take control of her lachrymose life?
Comfort her, hold her when she needs it the most?
WHO...?
Is there no hope?
Is there no answer to her cry?
Is there no rope for her to hold on?
Why does life have to be so hard?
SHE LAUGHS...
New Family
You're born into your family; you don't get to pick.
Sometimes it's tough; you and they don't always click.
There are times when you feel like you're not heard,
Walking on eggshells, careful with every word.
But as you go through life, you find others just right,
Friends who become your chosen family, holding you tight.
The joy they bring fills your heart to the brim,
And soon enough, they're like siblings, lives not grim.
You get to choose who you spend your days with,
Creating a family bond that's more than a myth.
You share your dreams and fears, through thick and thin,
With these friends, you just click; it's a win-win.
These are the people who see the real you,
Embrace all your flaws, and stick like glue.
They're there for the journey, won't let you drift away,
They're your safety net, come what may.
By Cathrin Stuart
What if fruitless should grow a goodly deed,
A pleasant song is tuned with poignant lilt,
A buoyant theme, on notes of bathos’ built,
If so, how long would last my pompous creed?
A creed called greed, a wondrous working glue.
Wisdom weighs when battles of life I wage,
Tall ideals alone would seldom woo,
Fruits hanging and ready to reap must rage.
With renounced heart were I to eat my bread,
Fully detached from life’s unfolding plot—
Dependent not even to blood cells red,
I doubt, if I can fill my karmic pot.
Amidst life’s scores of enticing lures laid,
I’d struggle keeping vultures off my head.
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Sonnets | 02.04.2009, revised Jan 2024| lilting
Poet’s note: He that wants the least is the wealthiest man in world. This is fine as philosophy. However, one feels a bit uncomfortable. Without a little bit of self, working as glue, greed that governs, man perhaps, far from any progress, would have still been dwelling in a cave.
Sticky Glue Stick
An SLR camera shutter clicks
shut, sticks then opens: at a
designated shutter speed.
The subject is caught and the
camera’s quick: like a frog
unfurling its tongue to snag
a wary fly, with its sticky tongue.
The subject is not:
sensational or outrageous
-not sticky eye candy,
not the addictive modern fare,
not titillating,
not irresistible.
Tight knit.
A “modern family” unit sits
close, huddled in transparent
body lingo-
revealing hints, though open to translation.
Wait longer than usual to process,
then
stick pics with glue sticks
to photo album pages.
Arrange them across and
down like inked in crossword
puzzle solutions
-diptychs, triptychs, family trips etc.
chronologies mark lifespan
arcs.
Baby pics, the grandparents,
the unsuspecting…
Fill to the end.
Close the album.
Shut. Then revisit,
with more pics,
and stick them inside.
Intriguing makes you stuck in glue of time without knowing your self worth
I looked at you with endearment
You looked at me like an adolescent
Star crossed lovers talk with eyes
Life is a beautiful disguise.
When you move I move too
When you breathe it’s like glue
Something past and present too
We move as one under the sun
Move as dancers, not two, it’s one
This conversation that we have
Because you are my other halve
Nothing is broken when your near
I wait for you to disappear
But every time you reappear
I have a kitty so cute and she is stuck to me like glue,
where I go she thinks that she must come too;
she follows me to the garbage and laundry room each day,
and we walk around the building and outside on a leash (her not me).
She loves to roll on the grass and smell flowers and will not run away,
'cause she is stuck to me like glue, like glue, she is stuck;
while watching TV, or at the computer or in the bathroom she is with me,
and she helps me water the plants only taking a few bites.
But, does not help with housework- she hates it and hides under the bed,
she greets all people at the door with a sweet but loud MEOW;
saying you may pet my head and scratch my chin but don't pick me up,
and she will follow them- Oh, be careful she does not drink your tea, I warn.
When frightened she is stuck to me like glue for she is afraid of thunder,
and fireworks (me too !) Oh, I have to be careful I don't trip over her;
and she brings all of her toys to me when I am sleeping at night,
I wake to squeaky mice, balls and a sleeping kitty stuck to me like glue !
If you knew that the only thing
giving me purpose is my poetry
The only thing keeping me going
Is writing about you consistently...
You'd probably laugh because
you were more than happy
and more than justified
to leave me behind
You simply did
what you had to do
You followed your truth
You washed away the glue
that stuck me to you...
While I'm still hoping I stay stuck
Because one part of me
believes I deserve it and
the other part is just too
stubborn to untie the noose
For as long as I can remember
I played the peacemaker role
Depend on me as the glue guy
As I try to keep things in control
Don't worry I won't rock the boat
Will keep things safe and stable
Neatly buttoned up at all times
Sure let's just go with that fable
Was always wrapping up my worth
In fixing other people's problems
A well devised distraction tactic
To avoid my issues and not solve them
Been shifting the narrative lately
Starting to shine my light internally
Surprised how much was unprocessed
What a relief to delve into discovery
Now it’s time to make a decision
Where will my energy get directed
Continue to subvert what I require
Or step up to my needs that I neglected
Doesn’t mean I cast others aside
Actually the opposite was proved
When I fill up my own cup first
I'm still the glue guy, just new and improved
twitches belie pressure, nerve endings fray ~ in shock from the exposé
love child appears out of the blue ~ dna sticks tight, unlike cheap screw
damage done, tied is the splice ~ heat of the moment has balls in a vice
prenuptial’s void, tightening grip ~ busted now, far too late for that snip
By
David Kavanagh
Oh no, Santa swallowed some super glue
The Grinch is laughing, says the Ville of who
No Ho, Ho, a silent night
Rosy cheeks now from the fright
This Eve, the elf vowed to make no more stew
11/19/22
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