Do you know where you are going to?
Can you fully know what you want to do?
Are you feeling lost, lonely and oh so blue.
It too shall pass,
These lonely days won't last.
Okay so it didn't work out
All cause all you ever
Really wanted to was
To scream and shout
At each other.
Why not let bygones be bygones?
You can go your own separate
Ways!
What you call love?
Isn't really true love.
when accused of blither-blather
seek shelter in the moment, rather
than plunge right in confrontationally
into a bottomless pit of calumny
remember to count to ten again and again
ramp it up to a thousand, don’t pretend
if you’re still hot, don’t plead that you’re not
or let bygones be bygones and all that rot
‘coz the chickens always come home to roost
when and if you’re still juiced
you just might slice that swollen face wide open, catsup-red
then hallucinate as into grinning spiders it is shhh-RED
*******
If the horror you've just read
fills you with naught but dread
Try not to lose it, jughead ~ pray hard
before you go to bed
~ Dr. Jack Ell
Three coins tossed at once; each coin is given a value of 2 or 3, depending upon whether it is tails or heads, respectively. Six such tosses make the hexagram. Some fortune-tellers use an empty tortoise shell to shake the coins in before throwing them on a dish or plate.
A Sonnet Lipo-gram No Letter A
Flyby moments of springtime, sweet impress
deeply rooted in the feel of the skin
Discern the hour of its serville prowess
then bloom with kindrid spirit, be its twin
Flowering florets with midget whole buds
sendings shivers down your comfy dorsum
Sleep inside this hothouse with silent thud
then rouse gently, like the weightless vellum
Time for betterment is here, find your pound
weigh it in, turn the compost of your plot
Let bygones be bygones, cover the grounds
with redress, then grow your own blessed lot
Hold the tortoise shell, put three coins in it,
then consult I Ching, the way you see fit.
I don’t dislike my enemy, that word won’t justice serve,
I loathe, despise, I can’t abide…these terms he does deserve.
I’ll try to be the better man, to say “live and let live”,
To let bygones be bygones to, if not forget, forgive.
To that end I’ll wish on him, on that hellspawn of a man,
Sincerest hopes that he may spend a long life in the can.
May he be blessed with progeny whose feelings rival mine,
May he enjoy th’experience of punishment divine.
May he succeed with partners who have many STDs,
May he have brand-name garments ridden through with ticks and fleas.
I pray his every asset be seized by the IRS…
That he finds courage and the balls to all his crimes confess.
I wish him every happiness reserved for such damned souls,
I hope th’inferno keeps him warm and toasty on its coals.
I guess perhaps I’m not yet primed t'forgive my enemy,
It may be when his body’s cold that hate will die…we’ll see.
I know I'm not a saint
I don't pretend to be one either
I've done wrong in my life
if I could change some things I would
but nonetheless
things happen for a reason
so I let bygones be bygones
and love the ones who care
and pity the ones who don't
I've been wronged by a lot of people
but I brush off the hurt
and sorrow I feel
I've wronged a lot of people
asked God for his forgiveness
life's not always fair
neither are the burdens I bear
I have the passion and desire
to see my life through
to make better choices
I know I'm not a saint
I don't pretend to be one either
My friend, put a pause on throwing punches.
There's no use holding on to petty grudges.
It's much easier to breathe with feuds ended.
Always accept an olive branch, if extended.
It doesn't matter the cause of dissension;
Douse the scorching flame of contention.
Forget who threw the poison dart first.
Avoid fueling the fire with an outburst.
Give who wronged you chance to make amends.
No sir, you two don't have to become friends.
Don't worry yourself with friendship plans.
You don't even have to meet or shake hands.
Toss your ego aside and be the bigger person;
Resolve brewing hostilities lest they worsen
And simply just let bygones be bygones.
They are only pros to doing so, no cons.
The past, when past is gone,
No amount of wishful thinking will bring it back,
In life, we must move on,
No use crying over memories and flashbacks;
Life is like a flower,
It can be enjoyed as long as it is present,
For soon it will wither,
Then nothing will remain except its fading scent;
Life's like a glass tumbler,
The broken pieces cannot be joined, once shattered,
We mustn't be a grumbler,
Rather, let go of the past and live unfettered;
Life’s like river water,
Once it goes and meets the sea, it does not turn back,
Leave the past to totter,
And reach forth to the future in this fast race track;
As life new attires dons,
Let’s face it with joy and try them on with gladness,
Let bygones be bygones,
Let’s leave behind the past, regrets, and all sadness.
12.03.2021
Inspired by Harivansh Rai Bachchan's "Jo Beet Gayi So Baat Gayi"
(a poem in Hindi, the national language of India)
For Malabika Ray Choudhury's "Inspired by a Translation" contest
If you want peace
I welcome you
Let bygones be bygones
If you want peace
Come enter my garden
Together we’ll sit and talk
We'll share we'll walk
If you want peace
We'll build on our strengths
Unite to create something special
If you want peace
I welcome you
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~STAY TRUE~ 2023
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
However far we go our bond
won’t break for it is strong
no place or time too go beyond
will make our bond be gone
If friends need me I’m in for it
they show it back we’re infinite
forever will our flame be lit
for nothing can extinguish it
Let bygones be bygones
goodbyes don’t mean gone
tied strong is our bond
forever and beyond
I'm tired,
tired of being someone I'm not.
Tired of trying to be a good son to my parents,
or a liability to a friend.
I'm tired,
Tired of chasing someone who'll never be mine,
like a snow flake in the middle of the Sahara,
I exist where there is no existence.
Existential crisis is an understatement in this mind of mine.
I'm tired,
tired of the hope that exists in the world.
It latches on to you till the very end,
causing havoc on its way.
Isn't hope bad I ask?
The answer I get is silence.
Everyone hopes for it to end well, and maybe hope is what run's this world.
But not my world,
not my world anymore.
I'm tired,
tired of the fake positivity being spread around.
'Think positive and let bygones be bygones' they say,
how can we get rid of our flaws I ask,
if we don't accept them as they are.
You can't mend a broken heart with words of wisdom from Gandhi or King,
The only positivity there is should come from within.
The most admirable quality
That humans possess
Is the strength to forgive and forget
Let bygones be bygones
And get on with your life
It's something you'll never regret
If you don't, it will haunt you
Causing anguish and pain
Till you come to terms with the strife
It will eat at your psyche
You'll forever be tortured
The thoughts will cut like a knife
So call up this person
Invite them to lunch
And tell them it's another new day
Let them know you forgive
And still, want their friendship
The strength of your bond will prevail
There are more worthy qualities
That humans possess
That form us and define who we are
But none so cleansing
And good for the soul
Our most admirable quality by far
its my turn,
its your turn
everyone
is on the run
"am the don".....
"am next to none"
the sun long gone...
the fun is hung
houses - they burn
families - they mourn
curfews - dusk till dawn,
gloomy on the "morn"
less ado 'bout the battles we've won
and the war cloths we've worn
let bygones be bygones
we really don't have to buy guns
Dear singing famous
I am writing to say would you please
consider giving me back my lyrics?
This is hard for me to ask
and i know this would be unacceptable for you to do
letting others know what you have done.
This is a black and gray world so I will not bring our God into it.
But this is to finally stand up for my sons,
and look them in the eyes and say
I tried at least once in there life to be a brave mother
and not just in lyrics.
This is true I have received intimidation on and off for many years
broken face bones, teeth, and hearts just of some of the pains we have received
but I am not stating that it was from you, only that it is happening again
so I ask again please give me what is mine
and 'Let bygones be bygones'
I have no wish to talk to you in-person
or to meet you!
a yes or no will do.
please do not say why
because it is already a known fact that I am the writer!
P.s. this is the best I could write
learning disability (communication is by lyrics or poems)
As the time flies by and life goes on
Many places and faces have come and gone
I will let bygones be bygones
While waiting for my name to be called upon
My love for God will never be withdrawn
And his love for me will never be woebegone
Forever he will be my father and I his son
4/5/2017
since wrong is wrong,
and right is the only escape route;
can't we just forgive?
let bygones be bygones,
and love afresh renew.
Hold me tight like I was your own;
feed me not with crumbs,
oh brother of my father.
give me the jolly life as a man of caliber.
Do not sideline me
in the merriment of life.
blood is thicker
and water lighter…
let it not vanish;
these bonds we share,
oh brothers of my father.
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