I do not know the borrowed words
That flutter lightly, spent on air,
The careful phrases people trade
And leave no warmth behind them there.
But give me fields at break of dawn,
When mist still holds the breathing land,
And I will hear what sparrows mean
Without a question being planned.
The bees confide in humble tones
Of labor sweet and faith in light,
They speak of summers earned by work
And faith that flowers will be bright.
A cat will tell me truths of rest,
Of patience folded into grace,
A horse will lend his quiet strength
Without demanding words or face.
I fail at talk that asks for nothing,
That circles safe and never sees,
But I am fluent in the hush
Between the birds, the leaves, the bees.
For there is speech that does not ask
To prove itself or to persuade—
It lives where listening is love,
And nothing true must be displayed.
I thought their smile a summer thing—
A warmth without a seam,
But frost will echo summer’s trust
When ends unmake the dream.
They bent as if a willow bends—
Compassion in its guise,
Yet paper leaves dissolve to ash
When winter tests their lies.
A friendship held in hollow hands
Will scatter like the dew,
For truth is not in what they claim
But what they fail to do.
So let them fade like lantern smoke
That drifts without a will—
A heart that’s real keeps burning on,
A counterfeit grows still.
We all know how the poem goes,
But too many didn’t care.
Now are neighbors are facing woes,
And leaving home is something they don’t dare.
They came for those who sounded off,
Then with a difference in how they love,
Followed by those with a different god,
And so many more who thought they were above.
Prices went through the roof,
Jobless rates soared,
People’s futures went poof,
And wealth was built for the board.
This is what they voted for,
An excuse to kill the poor.
My daily goal is ten poems a day; I have met this for six years now.
Friends whine about this, that and the other; not me. I am busy.
I play my word games for four hours a day, and I cartoon.
My art studio is full of half-painted cartoons, which I do in fluorescent.
I have painted sixteen hundred paintings in nine years.
Your children ignore you? Do something FUN; this is your chance.
Some people cannot get away from their children. Do what YOU love.
It is up to you to make yourself happy, no one else can anyway.
I keep my phone off unless I want to call out. I can call people back.
My time is MY time. I worked until I was seventy-two-years-young.
Every day is for ME now, not for reporting to a place or pleasing others.
Luckily, I know me best of all, which means I am pleased every single day
When people say
I know how you feel
I know they are liars
Only in the wretched
Broken locking
Of the safe
I was beaten into
Which refuses
To hide
Privately, despised by standards
Breakthrough! Simple
To be your sickness, in fiend
In the fiend you
Rusting edgework of him
And her and his fathers and hurting
Me better
Thanking myself always
Your cursed reproach of silence
Uncontrolling the illness
People please themselves in the dyes
she sat casually on the edge of the bridge
did she not know what those legs did to a man’s libido?
no male walking past could resist a backward look
her legs were shapely, her shiny red boots oozing a promise of sex
a few women waking past gave the girl a nasty glance
she did not notice, her confidence was overflowing
she was pretty, young, perky, and sensual and she knew it
we sailors were careful not to harass her in any way
we discussed those legs and those boots for hours
none of us could get them out of our minds
she had been outrageously seductive; did she know it?
How could she not? one of the sailor asked.
This happened twenty-two years ago.
A fantastic memory until today
when I saw my twenty year old daughter wearing the same boots.
I wanted to body-guard her, but my wife would not let me.
You never will know how much I love you
You never will know how much I love you; I love you
I loved you, you can not feel my heart and my soul
Hmm, insensitive heart killed my with love filled heart
You will remember this heart, a star will give you a light
In the night, from the dark blue sky, from a new world of life
Your forgotten love waiting for you there, to create lives there
New lives, from you and me, and follow God’s rules. Life’s laws.
Hmm, this is an illusion, never happening, but realistic and living
Yes, we are living in a parallel world, but we can’t feel that; second mind
Our life, which did not happen, is happening now, on the other side
I feel that I love that, I respect my family and my wife; great family
Foggy psychology killed our lives, and our children's unborn; a family died
I love my family
My children
My wife
Walk
Alone
I know how you feel,
I've been there too,
But I'm writing this,
As reassurance to you.
I know how you feel,
I've been through it all,
Drowning in despair,
Every stumble or fall.
I know how you feel,
You will rise again,
To fight another day,
Despite of your pain.
I know how you feel,
When days are tough,
Just don't ever forget,
You're more than enough.
I know how you feel,
Thinking life's stuck this way,
But don't loose hope,
Tomorrow is a new day.
I know how you feel,
Trying with all your might,
With so much still to give,
Don't give up your fight.
I know how you feel,
You're not the only one,
I'm real living proof,
It actually can be done.
I know how you feel,
I honestly do,
So keep the faith,
I'm so proud of you.
my husband asks me
“Do you know how many days you have worn that outfit?”
It is totally comfy.
I nod.
He holds up three fingers.
I shake my head.
and hold up four fingers.
He is a priss; always cleaning like my mother.
I did not know how to love you,
I burned in silence, a flame wandering
In the forgotten valley, where time stands still,
Your eyes - lighthouses in the night, beads sparkling
In the ash that remained from our love.
Your echoes, in a hush, reverberated,
Eluding my grasp, unable to hold them close;
Beneath my steps, the burning lava consumed me,
Leaving behind the ash of unfulfilled desires.
I touched you, gently, upon the soul, without you knowing,
Windmills scattering the scent of jasmine
Under heavy eyelids; and I crushed you,
Unaware of your astral radiance.
From the ear of wheat, I gleaned silence,
The same mute piety from which distance was born.
I never learned how to love,
I diluted, became part of the river of love.
Beyond me, where dreams end,
The white butterflies extinguish in the prayer of resurrection,
Leaving behind only the memory of what was
And a deep regret for the unfulfilled love.
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very hard
it's the sump think
mine can't
explain
the tear
fromg mine
all ten
locked tight these
keys
whilst mine non-stop
brain
speeds
*'speed' in the stead uv 'races' to distinguish mine brain's
move..az in...not racing thoughts ;)
I don't know how to cope
Sometimes I smoke
I avoid my feelings
I just stare at the ceiling
I don't know how to cope
I just hope
The feelings go away
But they don't.
And here we go again
trying to conquer me with words
Did you ever think
that the weapon was inside you all along?
And the way his smiled look next to yours
I guess you’re not worried about your reputation
And the way you were leaning back
I guess you didn’t tell him yet
But somehow
they always know in the end
Cover up your tracks
and cover up that scar
I’m sure it’s not the only one you got from him
He lost everything he has
he just doesn’t know it yet
She likes to be alone
always crying by the window
Holding her heart in her hands,
she lit a match
and set it all ablaze
She said, “oh, let it burn
it wasn’t doing much anyways”
She might be dramatic
but she’s never lacked potential
Her burning heart
is now a trophy of her resilience
Your never know how much i miss you,
I carried on after your death like there was no issue,
But the sudden realisation you was never coming back
filled my heart full of pain and my life turned black.
The future no longer seemed to have any light
without you there laughing and joking by my side,
the only time I would smile was when my pipe burnt bright.
The smoke would fill the air and drift into the sky,
as I would look up to the stars with a tear in my eye,
SAYING MATE
your never know how much I miss you,
and trust me I’m never going to forget you,
but i need to start moving on and learning to Let go
Because deep down inside of me I already know,
that your never coming back,and as much as that breaks my heart,
I just need to get myself together, and get back on the right track.
If you could see me now
I know you would be so proud
With all that I’ve achieved with you smiling down
I have two gorgeous daughters and a loving wife
you may no longer be living but your always in my life
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