The tiny giant
was independently reliant.
He was brutely handsome, such a pity
because she was awfully pretty.
The old news came in a deafening whisper.
She read it slowly and brisker.
He was a knight by day.
She left a bitter sweet note with joyful dismay.
Hand written on a typewriter.
Her heart was heavy and so much lighter.
He was riding at a slow speed
when he had a deliberate accident on his steed.
She let out a silent scream
when she saw the invisible scene.
It was on TV.
A live recording for all to see.
He swapped his horse for an ox
from the school of hard knocks.
The beast was dumb and much dafter.
Her knight died and they all lived happily ever after.
This is a true story all fiction to be sure on.
Now all she has is his OXY-MORON.
....Of my skin
....exploring future endeavors
....finding myself, proving I can do things independently
....living like I should have been
....loving myself before others
Let us smile one last time
As the end of us comes through.
I remained in my world,
And you in yours
Because for you
We are not equal.
Never can be.
It may take centuries to understand
That our minds carry equal weight,
Equal strength.
“My life is beneath yours.”
No, not at all.
“Your thinking is superior to mine.”
No, not at all.
I think as independently as water
Restless, shaping stone.
Why are we trapped
In this artificial world of dependency?
Weariness entered my life.
Wrinkles carved into my muscles.
My thoughts grew tired
This togetherness
That kept taxing my mind
Day after day.
One day I became sand,
Moving from dune to dune
Yet dependent on the wind
To carry me.
Isn’t that so?
Where is my space?
A free will like an asteroid
Yet still pulled
By some unseen gravity
Somewhere.
Life paused at this juncture.
So I disappeared
Or ran for a hundred years
Seeking an equal soul.
Losing one's Mother during a holiday;
can be difficult for a start,
there is so much I need say,
its all caught up in my heart ....
I knew someday would come ,
we'd have to lay Our Mom to rest;
I always had her guidance ;
Now I'll be a mess....
Always watched over me ;
every day of my own life,
went shopping and shared secrets;
not for harm or though for strife....
My best pal, a confidant.
who will I turn to now;
when I am so much different ,
than my sisters are somehow.....
A woman who all her life;
Loved only just one man,
stayed as long as she could ,
but went to her loving man....
She loved us all unconditionally;
All of her children and her Grands,
Always independent,
Right up to her last stand........
The lying newspapers
To vote in Britain is a strange affair
since it is class-based, every class only read
what is of their interest,
doing the best to denigrate the enemies party leaders
but since the owners of newspapers are usually
right-wing the conservative party often wins.
There is an exception the Guardian can at time
the sound left-wing, but then they get cold feet and join
the shrieking of the right.
The popular press also called the gutter press destroy
peoples reputation, say “Corburn” an excellent politician
belonging to the left of the labour party.
What is scary is that working/class readers get influenced
by the constant lies and vote for a party
that is no good for them and the country.
This comes down to lack of education not being able
to read between the line and think independently.
Working quietly in my shop makes me smile
Hearing the soft snipping and quick clacking sounds
I notice my wood is escaping its pile
What if I find there is no more to be found?
Creating such things like small houses and food
To slake the thirst of those miniature souls
Making each piece an original and good
To supply to my customers is my goal
When speaking my mind and I'm not being heard
Is something that niggles the back of my brain
Repeating once fine, then two times but the third
saying it again is really a pain
Why don't you listen to hear the words I say
Instead of thinking about your next event
A demon I must independently slay
For being acknowledged is just what is meant
I plead guilty
Of saying,
My grandchild is
The most beautiful
The most wonderful
The most intelligent,
It shows, it is so evident,
Absolutely so loving,
Character and nature so giving,
Makes friends instantly
And acts independently,
And so much fun,
Takes my hand
To help build sandcastles
In the sea sand,
Likes to share,
Tells you if she feels you are wrong,
That is not fair,
And how old is this little wonder,
Who is not even afraid
Of an intense storm
With lightning and thunder,
Two years and 8 months,
Who converses so sensibly,
And comprehensibly,
I am not exaggerating,
Such a wise little mind
Who is also so truly kind,
Who tells me I am not pronouncing
“Absolutely,” Correctly
It is ab-so lut-ely yiayia, she says,
And I beam at you with pride
You are so little, yet mature
Everyday we love you more and more,
And one day when our time is up,
I hope no time too soon,
When you look up and
See a full bright moon,
And lots of glittering stars,
It’s Yiayia and pappou ,
Sending you hugs
And love galore.
YIAYIA AND PAPPOU ARE THE GREEK WORDS FOR – GRANNY AND GRANDPA
Space is positioned
above all between what we feel,
and what we see...
The universe flourishes,
between the void and the invisible...
And it forms independently
in the same way it has always been...
I fear that man will destroy
what he finds here,
before knowing what is there...!
I drew out seven canvases today
no biggie for me
I am a cartoonist
my tunes draw themselves
I hold onto the pencil
where they come from I do not know
They are as automatic as my poems
they are as automatic as my poems
poems I do not recognize in a week
or sometimes by the end of the same day I wrote them
My muses amuse themselves daily
doing what they do when they want how they want
without direction or input from me
a bit of proof that my right brain and left brain do not communicate
each one prancing independently
thunder rumbles
constantly
off in a distance
even more thunder
thunder
gets closer
intensified
howling tempest
lightning flashes
thunderclaps
clap again
house shakes upon its foundation
gust's speed picks up
constant lightning flashes
bringing nitrogen to earth
i feel it turning plants green
wind chimes dance
jingle
play their tunes
independently
in the mist of the bluster
God's presence is real
i know He's here
in this chinook
i know my Protector lives
He cares
He's real
my humanness still is afraid
each shake
each flash
each intense billow scares
His presence keeps me
from falling apart
running scared
or panicking
The melting point of married life:
Stay together but not talking
No hug, no smell, no story to tell
No sweet moment, everyone is on the phone
Sleeping in opposite direction
Preparing clothes independently
Busy friendship with others
Forgetful to important family event
No friction, less feeling, no meeting
Lastly, break up!
There is happiness called life freedom
Not fighting, competing and selfishness
No plans, everything goes as planned
Easy life, live independently, peacefully.
However, sweep away the sorrow
Ignore the python, worry and plotting
Maintain balance, to keep your body and mind clean
It's all about time, everything depend on fate.
Us and you,
it and me,
from one soul we grow independently.
United but apart,
alone but together,
I am you,
and you are me.
I'm grateful for this moment in time
I'm grateful for my wife
her unconditional love, and beautiful mind
I'm grateful for my happy mood
healthy, cool bright
child who
gives me hugs
in the morning dew light
I'm grateful for my mother
and how she always
been earth underneath my feet
..never to fall away
I'm grateful for my father
how much he's endured
still moves forward to achieve
he's stronger than me
grateful for my big brothers
distant from me, survive independently
longer than me
I'm grateful for my pets
Sushi su..
and all my fur and feather babies
who crossed the bridge
too soon
the world we go next
grateful for my breath
grateful for the day
even if a tear I wept
grateful for the night.. grateful, Allah, for my life
but I ain't ignorant
there'll be nothing ever left
but the echoes of the light
in the darkness of the depths
Please don’t think that I can’t see you
As I’ve got the most incredible eyes
Which move independently from each other
Although I’m known as a master of disguise!
I reside with my family in Madagascar
In rain forests where I live up a tree
I can change colour when I want to
So I’ll blend so you may not see me!
I adore eating lots of tasty insects
I catch them when I shoot out my tongue
It can project twice the length of my body
I’m very proud of my proboscis so long!
I am very adept at tree climbing
My prehensile tail acts as a fifth limb
I’m so lucky to live high up in the trees
My forest habitat is my very own gym!
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