Dancing dots that you can't see
Dance messages of love from me
And when I finish I hit send
Then when they reach you on your end
You'll know that I just thought of you
Even though I always do
A moment taken to be still
And write my thoughts of you at will
If every thought got off my chest
These dancing dots would never rest
So maybe it's really for the best
When you can't see each dot expressed
How on earth we have found each other?
You asked in one of night messages
In the facebook groups its one way or another
On the same train we were passengers
We got off at the same station
We took the same street to the house
With roses and other flowers plantation
A home where you lived with your spouse
The carers teams you have to manage
Four times a day in a row
The aftereffects of covid brought fatal damage
His passing was a terrible blow
We were always supportive in hardships
Still the hard times remain like forever
You were fighting type 1 diabetes
It required a huge endeavour
We lived close together though miles away
Doing everything what should’ve been done
How on earth we have met one day?
Can’t recall now, my dearest one.
"Yellow is a bright and fun color to enjoy." By Poet
Yellow is my husband's favorite color,
my fun surprise was going to cost more than a dollar.
We were dating and he was coming to see me,
I was dressing in all yellow looking like a big bee.
When he got off the airplane,
he said - you look breathless not like a plain Jane.
I knew I was not going to flee,
as he got down on one knee.
Gorgeous hula girls began throwing leis our way
The second we got off Plane Honolulu that day
We found these exquisite creatures every where
Dancing in celebration that we were there
Do you think they are all related? Asked my man
I could see he was truly an appreciative fan
A lei is a symbol offering friendship, love, a greeting
We saw beautiful hula dancers everywhere, even if fleeting
Repugnant Rich worked in a drainage ditch
Smelling of sewer water, he developed a twitch
Detestable conditions for a graduate of M.U.
But he made a fortune and got off at two.
Beautiful Prostitute
On the train, underground, I saw a lady, she was very beautiful
Yes. She was standing in the car, people were around her
All the passengers looked at her with contempt.
I stood by her, beside her, I took out my prayer book, reading
And I showed her the text, to this lady, to this victim of humanity
She looked at the book, then she just looked straight ahead
Hmm. I got off at the next stop. Hmm. This lady was suffering
This happened years ago. I saw this lady again a year ago
On the Baker Street Underground Station. She just looked
straight ahead on a bench. Became sad. Well dressed woman
Magnetic. I love her. I hope her life is right. She is a loved life
Beautiful phenomenon. Nobody loves you? Love you wanderer.
I didn't pull my weight
The boss was really sore
He said "you're second rate
and I won't take it anymore."
He continued raving
On how I was misbehaving
Said my job was not worth saving
And so I longed for Avon
Avon by the sea
I must go back to Avon
Avon by the sea
When my lifeboat needs a haven
When my problems need a maven
This is where I need to be
There's a ten-mile barrier island
It's not that far away:
Where ospreys touch down majestically
and beach forests gently sway.
But also on the Jersey shore
are the roots that once made me,
In the little town of Avon,
and when all the walls are caving
and hunger turns to craving
I retreat to Avon,
Avon by the sea
I took the train last September
Got off at Asbury Park
Strode the miles of boardwalk
Had to stop at coming dark.
I had regrets, I shed a tear
Then I saw a dolphin at setting light
At Ocean Grove I sat on a pier:
And on the shore it seemed alright.
I've paid my dues, I made my plea
They say I was guilty in the first degree
Let me lose the past in Avon,
I'll fly in like an escaping raven
Look! My friends are wildly wavin'
in Avon by the sea.
16.8.2024,
For the first time, my heart sank
When my bus went pass his 2nd home.
In the past, it was either,
I got off the bus to meet him or
Messaged him about my movement.
Now, everything was in silence.
I really don't know what has happened.
Why did he become so indifference?
Did I say or do anything, triggered all these unfriendly treatments.
BB, I can't put up with this any more.
It was hard enough not seeing you face to face.
It hurt more for being ignored,
When we shared the same place,
Please let me know what I should do,
And help me to let you go.
It was neither my first nor my last,
But it was unique and very different.
Sudden, strong, brief, and memorable.
Some 'Suddenly Things' are better than plans.
Some unforgettables were never meant for us.
And certain 'Brevities' are truly life savers.
It was much stronger than any before or after.
Soon after, there was a family emergency,
and she flew away to Puerto Rico. Our
relationship never got off the ground,
ending before it barely began.
A few years later, we saw each other on a
city bus and looked at each other as the
strangers we were. We both knew that
Through those years, it was over. I can't
speak for her, but I sense that we both
knew that it was meant to be that way.
My best recall says it happened way back in the
summer of 1969. I shall long remember that
one dark summer night, just the two of us,
away from the Chicago city lights, we kissed.
It was a kiss of a lifetime that took off like
a rocket but quickly burned out.
In The Town Of Alabaster Alabama Limited in population like 103
I was issued an unreasonable fine driving on 31 south rush hour
see a random abnormality, a bus with a flashing sign 4 lanes over
i hit the brakes to stop missed it by 6 feet but stayed stopped anyway
just when an opening came to take off
blue lights pulled off behind me to make a sitting traffic stop
failure to yield you got caught, sir I stopped thats why im sitting here
so I took the ticket and carried it home me and dad both could not
understand how this could be anything but a money-making ploy
no kid got off the bus at big lots, and it was 13 miles to the nearest home.
so we decided that doing the right thing had only got me boned.
So even if you live by the ideal of never being ill prepared
even if you keep good pads and drilled and slotted rotors for enhanced
grab. even if you try to do the right thing do not test the limits
of the school bus swinging stop with yellow lighting
"I entered the bus, full and crowded,
Wearing a white kurta, pure and unblemished.
But when I got off, it was stained red,
Without consent, my dignity was shed.
I walked to the store, trying to escape,
But the red spread, a constant ache.
Inside the store, it grew even more,
A reminder of the pain I couldn't ignore.
I took an auto, trying to find solace,
But the driver's eyes, they kept on watching me,
Popping through the mirror, a gaze so bold,
Making me feel vulnerable, young and old.
I finally reached home, seeking refuge and peace,
But the red followed, a constant release.
Where am I safe? Where can I hide?
From the pain, the shame, the tears I've cried?"
I left my state to study afar.
A church college lured me to go west
where it’s so dry and no fireflies are.
But I was young and followed no star
that could lead me to what would be best.
I left with no really firm goal.
A psychology major I’d thought
to pursue. My apathetic soul
got off that bus. A different role
I took when a new bus I caught!
Off this new bus, I found myself flung
onto a path I had never thought of -
to ESL teaching I then swung.
Also I fell into marriage quite young
and always lived far from kinfolk I love.
What if I had never moved away?
Was my aimlessness part of my fate?
Would I be happier living today
where all through my youth I used to play?
One can’t know what one can’t recreate.
I did not recognize my neighbor Todd.
He was wearing thick white make up
And an outfit that looked like a stuffed dress with a tale.
He did not look like he wanted to be noticed, so I pretended I did not know him
As I got off he said “Aren’t you going to say hello?”
Re-teaching me a lesson I should know
never think you can read somebody’s mind.
There once was a sad little Ghost,
teased for his fright-less boo --
unable to scare anyone, in fact,
attracting many a bull
(sounded like an amorous moo)
Oh, that poor little ghost! -- his white sheet always blue;
Maytag man suggested bleach: agitated back and forth~
Screech! Screech! Screech!…
(The saga of the Sad Little Ghost. Add to the saga in your comment: for example, the boo to the owl sounded like hoo...so he showed up with his Plagiarism lawyer~ etc.... The Witch heard the call as brew, or stew, so she got off her broom to prepare more gloom....)
Crow had been wanting to get out her umbrella someday.
Today was the day, for the rain came hard from far away.
She was loving her umbrella with red apples so pretty.
She stopped by a bus stop to say something witty.
Commuters got on and commuters got off.
She stood at that stop, while some of them scoffed.
She wanted them to notice her fuchsia boots too.
No one gave her a compliment, so after a bit, she flew.
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