What-When Where- How- Why
No greater love than a man lay down his life for a friend
This is where a life story journey begins: the unwanted bliss, the forbidden child begins to speak!
Wished to be born to come to the birth canal, wished to breathe the mist of the fragrant grass
the air wished for water or the time the bag burst for life, the tear the tare the feel is real but there
Inside the belly remorse removable no contentment the rest but not for long for it was heard in the sealed small voice the curse the worst never to ride a bicycle down the pavement never to be tucked inside on clean white sheets never to rest the head on a fluffy pillow sprinkled in love and care
Never to taste a sweet, never to know a friend to run and play with, not any day. What is play?
Never could know how to say, Mother
Neither the word Daddy. My last words, last thought, last cry, last tear, last fear, last pain, last day
So Close
What, where, when, how, why? Where are they... They were once so close to life, now gone, never mind because I'm not here on earth anymore, just a ghost, nothing more!
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When in that moment caught
Something that keeps me afloat
Whenever l am feeling distraught
A comfort blanket of mine a coat
Whenever it is l am stuck at nort
Or someone had then got my goat
A coping mechanisum of a sort
No matter how ever it be remote
Wheather it is long winded or short
Whatever it is that l have then wrote
Just expressing my every thought
As always making a constant note
Part two to poem poetry written 2013 rewritten 2020
Initially, there was a THOUGHT.
Then, there came an EXECUTION.
After that, a CALCULACE of means.
PROCUMMENT of resources came next,
Which led to a joyful CELEBRATION,
Because it was a very good THOUGHT.
ELATION and SATISFACTION became
The result of that initial THOUGHT.
Memories of grandma’s old kitchen
Always so warm and inviting
Smells of love wafting through the air
A strawberry rhubarb pie in the oven
Smiles and hugs always on the menu
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
What if one day the death comes knocking at my door uninvited,
What if it's my last day to see my loved smiling,
What will happen to the list of places I wrote, where I wanted to explore,
What will happen to my bucket list , the long drive midnight,
What will happen to my dreams , the hard work I've been doing,
To my favourite type of dress or the jewelry I wanted to purchase,
The love I've longed for, the light laughter , soft hugs and kisses I've been dreaming off,
The white gown on my weeding night and a gaze never leaving mine,
But I would still like to know where I'd be buried or the flowers i would receive,
How many would mourn and cry or how many would laugh at my sight,
How many curse and how many wouldn't come,
Isn't it a funny thought , my love?
I do want to see myself age, thick white strands and wrinkled hands ,
But I would still like to see if I'd smile or cry when the uninvited guest would arrive.
Just a thought.
If the Palestinians
had looked like the Danes
and with blond hair and blue-eyed
Less Semitic
Would West Europe have done more
to save Gaza
From the genocide we witness
Are we witnessing racism in action
Few things are worse than not having enough,
but always having none is worse than bad.
You know that conditions are getting tough,
when you start missing things you’ve not had.
I try to write a thought each day
but my chain of thought has gone astray.
Hopefully it will soon return
even though my memory is causing concern.
As for poem's themselves
those days have gone.
But I still try my best
don't get me wrong.
For every now and then,I feel inspired
even though my thinking has retired.
Using my computer,the words look sweet
Then without thinking,I've pressed delete.
Oh well.
humans will destroy what's here
before they find what's out there
Could this life just be a dress rehearsal for a weary soul?
Do we travel thru so many lives until we meet our goal?
Perhaps our massive egos are adept at deceiving.
Should we mourn when a person is born
and celebrate their leaving?
Professors found a haven in academia
a safe port in the storm of big business' toxemia
As meaningful as writing articles for encyclopedias
as daring as interning for social media...
So now Professor's young charges want 'safe spaces'
far away from the slug-it-out world of rat races
Let me prove my point, get down to actual cases
to ensure I've covered my derriere and other places
Just A Thought
Miracle Man
5/1/2023
Something foreign to many, is that during giving,
in thought we’re expecting, something in return.
We’re exposing our character if like this we’re living,
we should only be helping, out of love and concern.
Matthew 25:40
King James Version
“And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.”
What is more beneficial to all? The non-thinker or the overthinker.
So silly we are –
We, the races of peoples...
seeking what is already
found, apparent: Dark Matter?
Turn out the lights. God? See
ourselves and the vastness around
us, both near and far. Nothing
is missing but our own explanation –
learn ourselves
and meet a universe....
If it is last but not least, it may be
…and probably is!
written September 26, 2021
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