The strap on my leather bag broke,
Its usefulness gone up in smoke.
My old shoe repair,
Like most others, not there,
So on Google my fingers did poke.
I found a small old-fashioned place;
Good reviews from the neighborhood base.
So I brought in my bag,
A short walk, not a drag,
And the owner stitched it up apace.
Eighteen bucks, which I gratefully paid;
The repair looks like it was well-made.
I asked, “Why did it break?”
He said, “There’s no mistake.
Nothing lasts for all time, I’m afraid.”
For that reason, his business exists,
But since life has ironic-type twists,
In these sneaker-clad days,
Tradesmen’s work hardly pays,
Though his livelihood somehow persists.
For future far fetch,
That tarry true tongues...
Which wet worse worries;
Loose lust, love lingers.
But when it's lonely,
It keeps growing young...
Even doubt hurries,
To deceive fingers
That up cum wretch,
Shall draw such only,
To be treated whole,
Not turned injured soul.
For in loneliness,
Love brace silliness.
If prayers can be heard, so ought my thoughts;
Some parts of me wish to establish a permanence
while omitting any whisk of a thought;
Persistence relishing in the absence of any consideration of a cost.
More parts of me wish to be of service
to a world with a growing desire of distance;
With a recipe for creating treasures that can never rust nor find the fingers of thieving hands;
leading corrosion away from trust.
A batter for the desire to live within expanding opportunity, sacrificing a self for the growth of an "us."
A foundational stone to a community.
A structure to bear difference
Like the strongest pallbearer's palm.
Yet before anything may ever become.
Please refresh my sights upon the world where my own visions have unwittingly grown tyrannical in efforts to enable of what I hope to be an Eden;
Let it be
And let it be greatly inimitable
for all
'Twas very many moons ago
I was once a spry spring chicken
~ At least the hat survived
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Childlike innocence free of filters
expressing raw emotions of joy anger boredom
society's norms soon to censure
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Only a fake flower doesn't die
No need to water plastic
Or give it sun
No need to care for it
It doesn't care
Only fake feelings live
Lies last forever
Truth has an expiry date
Before it gets boring
These manly hands
have held another
image itched in eternal stone
looked on by an admirer
running through crowds:
feeling so lost and so alone!
Nothing too beautiful lasts quite a while,
it has the fragility of a delicate, perfumed rose
soon to be snatched by a lover of ardent prose...
ready to conquer the wild eyes of sapphire!
Any poet staring at that joyful, serene face
would write amorous verses that'll endure time,
even a painter wouldn't hide such a fine grace:
poetry and paintings carry souls into the sublime!
Nothing too beautiful lasts quite a while,
if beauty is a display of delight to anyone:
we must preserve its image from forgetfulness!
not allowing it to fade away from self-awareness.
A little boy asked me about the future...
I told him;
It ends in the grave.
None wanna go sooner
But it's the final destination for all.
Everything we're striving and thriving for
We'll live behind
Then go to our future
Another world beyond
To behold
But through the grave.
In this life we come and we go
Nothing lasts forever.
Pray your next of kin
Don't waste all your efforts
Everything you worked for.
Do everything within your power
To leave a legacy behind
That's what matters
The only thing or reason
People will remember you for, when you've gone beyond.
what if what we had was temporary
a momentary glance of happiness
of freedom
of joy
of reckless youth
a time of love and carelessness
maybe that was where our memory is supposed to stay
maybe it wasn’t meant to continue on into this decade.
Maybe the sun never rose up again after it set that summer.
Unknown to mortals,
is the time to depart.
For it is short but insightful,
It is fast but impactful,
Life,
with them tears and laughs,
joy and sorrow,it is purely finite,
for both the early springs and the grey.
Updated previous poem in memory of my beloved beautiful brother.
Nothing lasts forever,
I don't believe it's true,
The love we hold
For those we've lost,
Stays with us through and through.
Nothing lasts forever,
I'm inclined to disagree,
Memories linger in lifes mind,
For everyone to see.
Nothing lasts forever,
That's what people tend to say,
Legacies are left behind
They never fade away.
But some things last forever,
In heart and minds we find,
The love we have and memories,
We can never leave behind.
The passing of a loved one,
The grief that breaks your heart,
The tears you shed through sadness,
Lost , alone and apart.
So use the love they gave you,
Relive what made you laugh,
Eventually peace will find you,
And guide you on your path.
When things Fall apart in life
I can only stay optimistic
if just for another day
because nothing lasts forever
when it's our time
you
me
end of life
nothing is ever finished
we move on
into the Golden light
to celebrate our flaws and imperfections
with others like us
because in our next life
everything is in God's hands
he mends us together
how he sees fit
Poetry Lasts
It is forever
It is etched
in stone
and can survive anything
Life is impermanence
but Poetry is in a
class by itself
It survives,
is passed down
from generation to generation
The written Word
is solid
It enlightens your Soul
Brings you to
a higher plane
Brightens your days
and nights
Is immortal, everlasting
Blessed by the Muses
I’ll be around as long as canto lasts.
The beat of drum, a naked blast of sweat.
My skirt, a round, chases the breathless casts
of oxygen - the faces red - oh my -
and so is mine. The passion fire. I sigh…
Of sticks and stones that create hate - my bones
do ache and amplify sensuous zones.
The opera, unusual, its drums
that speak of life and death - skull and crossbones.
When the fat lady rests, my heart succumbs.
My dear love,
Time, I hold dear, is time with you
With me, when you are not-... I'm lost
You have been my sole one,
And will be yon ever lasts
I love you so much...
We are one, you and I
And we are what deep love is
On fast, the beat goes...
By the hold of your hips
By the feel of your lips
And by the rubs of your toe tips
Your hair on my skin is as soft as a swan
Your eyes on me turn me on high
When you wink at me, I wink too!
"I get pink"
When we walk side-by-side,
With your hand in mine...
It is like the rays of sun,
And the moon in glow
When we kiss,
Your warm heat is pure fire
And you are my rock
And you are my life
My love,
I love you... so much
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