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You don't think about the sun,
Until there's snow.
You don't think about light,
Until It's burning low.
You don't think about the ocean,
Until you're in the sand.
You don't think about the boy,
Until he is a man.
You don't think about getting HIGH,
Until your stash is low.
You hang on,
When you should have let go.
You don't think about a lie,
Until you know the truth.
You don't dislike being old,
Until you need your youth.
You don't hate hello,
Until she says goodbye.
You want to smile,
But you can only cry.
You don't think about the night,
In the light of day.
You don't miss the words,
When there is nothing to say.
You don't think about her,
Until your alone.
You don't think of the Maiden,
Until you see the crone.
You don't think about driving,
Until you have to walk.
You don't think about silence,
When you need talk.
You don't think about heat,
Until your cold.
You should of held the cards,
Instead, you fold.
You don't think about walking,
Until you run.
You don't think about violence,
Until you need a gun.
You don't think about god,
Until you die.
You don't think to quit,
Until you try.
Turbo1904
I may not be good for many things
The days that cut one down came early for me
I may not have fancy cars and gold rings
But if you recall there was a time all those things were a could be
I may not have made you grand babies
But I'm really shy and was misled about women and dating
Still at one point I had beat the odds and made success were others just made maybe
I may not take all responsibility for my loss of a future and all of achievements tokens
But thats neither here nor there in this bit of word that need spoken
See mother their no one on this earth that gets my love more than you
I would tare down a building and take down an army
I would walk until I fell fight until I died what ever I had to
To save you from harm to get you better to get you home and near me
So from here on out regardless of anxiety or doubt
When you get ill you don't wait so long
From now on act more like your my age I act like yours
But both to worn down to push so hard even tho you feel you should
If I have to I will have words with whom ever is the cause
Of your restless efforts those who may extort your wishes
For time away from their things that need tending
So from now on you stay well because when your sick I cant keep clear vision
Bottom line is this I will always need the love you are always giving
And I will always protect your life and the way you living
But I don't ever want to see you so frail from illness
Because you waited so long to see if the problem was persisting
In conclusion I learned to make cards and I didn't like when you was sick
So I went long winded to try this app and this is the card that your getting
Ladies you say, all the good guys have been taken
I am here to say, you're completely mistaken
A sensitive guy, let me introduce him
He is down to earth and his name is Tim
A sense of humor, a poet as well
Stay away from those guys, that treat you like hell
They say that good guys, always finish last
He'll keep going, when others are half mast
He'll open your doors, make you feel like a Queen
Others won't notice, But with him you'll be seen
So line up ladies, he could be your prize
His smile has sparkle, he has bedroom eyes
He wants forever, not just a one night stand
If you play your cards right, he'll ask for your hand
You can have honest, excitement as well
If you're the right woman, he'll succumb to love's spell
Dedicated to my friend Tim Smith, a true romantic.
She sails where the bayou kisses the tide,
a phantom queen with a mournful glide.
The paddle churns, though no hands steer,
and jazz floats faint on a breeze unclear.
Her lanterns burn with a ghostly hue,
casting gold on waters black and blue.
No passengers board, no voices ring--
just whispers soft as a violin string.
The captain’s hat is dust and bone,
his eyes like coals, his soul long gone.
He tips his brim to the moonlit shore,
forever sailing, seeking more.
Beneath her decks are cards and gin,
dice that roll where life wore thin.
The laughter echoes through the years--
a masquerade of silent cheers.
They say she sank in 'twenty-four,
but rose again with something more.
A curse, a pact, or prayer gone wrong--
now midnight is her siren song.
If you hear her horn on a still, dark night,
don’t follow the sound or seek the light.
For once aboard, you’ll never disembark--
your name etched in the ledger of the dark.
Alesia Leach © 4/2025
Ready
A camera, the battery, charger and film…(what is that?)
A flashlight, lighter, matches and something to burn.
A bag, a flag, a blanket, and comfort to sleep.
A favorite pillow, and bear, “yes you can bring him”.
The telephone the charger, maybe I should leave them?
What a novel idea…I think I will write one, a novel that is.
Camp chairs, the ice-chest, the stove and the lamp,
a table, the cards, two decks, that’s our camp.
Water in bottles, soap and dish pans.
The whole house made small, to answer the call.
Paper(toilet) and paper and pen and pins…
What should I leave, where to begin?
Earthquake, tsunami, the in-laws are here!
Be steady, be ready, show… no fear.
Fishing poles, fishing lines, and worms for bate,
I think they already know their ultimate fate.
Where are you going, where have we been?
This is the final list that I wish to mend.
Forget nothing, put everything in,
the giraffe, the barn cat and the cow.
You may not need them “when or then”,
but you might need them now?
Here comes the dawn
of a thoughtful Mourn.
Month of the desecrated demise
of a Monumental personage.
Unpleasant feels beclouds the air
I consume,
My structure reconciles itself
to the dreadful wake of the dawn.
Hushed his grief within,
As though He counts it less.
Burdened the hearts become.
For the weight tears apart within.
Boundary with her,
Was the sweetness of existence.
In a tick of misery
Hard to lug
Uneasy to let slip
Oh Death where’s thy sting
So fresh is the love of the parted soul
Mourning till an afterlife
In her two gems he rejoices.
As life gives succor.
Though Growth he beckons
For an extended home, before night falls.
Life’s unplayed cards
Relinquishes-daunts my being
Fathoming its depth
Again and again
Glum yet Grateful
For the Supreme One
Alone knows all and the why
We seem still within ourselves.
Three Decades plus Six
Yet I breathe
To make proud
This Monumental Personage.
Having an inflated ego is detrimental to living a good life
It's a self-serving trait that can lead to tragedy and strife
One who's overconfident is arrogant, his hubris is rife
Overplaying his hand will cut like the blade of a knife
Some think they're better than the rest but should beware
of what happened in the race between tortoise and hare
When a hand is overplayed, there are screams, "Not fair!"
Pompous are those who are caught in their own snare
People who are uppity and conceited are easily derailed,
throwing a hissy fit when they find their ship has sailed
Dealing themselves a hand, but overplayed, it failed
They'd not be in a fool's paradise if modesty had prevailed
Narcissistic egotists seldom change. They don't understand
that when losing cards lie on the table, openly fanned,
they'd have been better off if they hadn't acted so grand
Those who overplay a hand, need a rebuke of reprimand
Taking everything for granted, with pleasure they boast
With excessive vanity, they need attention more than most,
but if I were to lift a glass, as if to honor them with a toast,
it would obviously be satirical and more indicative of a roast
November 21, 2022
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Sponsored by Eward Ibeh
I’M A MAGICIAN
I’m a Magician married with my bridesmaid
I’m a wizard loosing mine’s touch
I’m a Rajah looking after number one
I’m a seer uncovering cards
Now looking himself at the glassball.
Look at me
Saying Relic, Passageway and Kiss
And asking to the Ball
“What is the future?”
And the Ball saying thhrough myself:
“As a predictor, there’s no future
Because as do You see
There’s a set of fundamentalism
Toward which people will again and again
Make hates and wars.
Responses to the present and future situations
Arte ever the same:
The old Zodiac meditating to Death
Full of great encounters and great silences
As responses to all situations”.
Meanwhile
The smile of constellations
Wet one’s face into existence
Where we are taken care of a paradox cat
Stirring by a thought, but of what?
What a birthday it has been, if I was not so sad I would grin.
As I walk by the table I see my angels spreading their
wings,
there are two and they are beautiful twins.
They see the tears in my eyes, it makes them do likewise.
A year with a special day, and it all went terribly astray.
Balloons should be flying, gifts and cards they should be buying.
But no gifts no cake, just a bowl of bran flakes.
Now what can I say, I wish I could just run away.
Date Written:4/21/2021
I know I may have never met some of you,
Because you already went on through
To the other side, where there is a new life.
I may have never understood the importance of that day
Where everyone goes into a moment of silence...
I did not understand what death was and I am somewhat ashamed
Of not even being able to know all your names.
I was so young when most of you passed away...
So young, I didn't understand what it means to love or
Be close to someone I never really knew...
I watched many people stand around what they call a grave.
Couldn't see through the crowd when I was so little.
Yet I experienced such sorrow as I got older,
Finally being able to see much closer,
Watching your box called a coffin,
Going down into the ground.
The thought of everyone I love the most will eventually die
Makes me frown and want to cry.
But I've only experienced such grief twice or more.
The rest of you...
That I never ever knew,
Were gone before I was born...
I suppose the ones before me
Had felt the same way: torn and full of tears.
One of you, had served in a great war,
And came back home alive.
Years later, you probably saw me for the first time,
As a little baby, before the day you died.
I bet everyone had cried.
When I had read my birthday cards,
From the ones who were alive as I grew up,
I became so emotional and let out tears
Thinking "Why didn't I spend time with them...?"
All you great-grandparents of mine, only one left alive,
Are probably all in Heaven,
Because it's terrible to think that there's only the body and nothing more...
All of you haven't reached the core
Of my heart, but my grief and sadness
Of a person dying will never part.
I'm sure though, that I will see all of you again,
At a new start.