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Though I'll remember nature's wonders,
sunsets and the breath of spring,
feel the wind blow through my hair
and know the thrill of sunrise cresting.
We see the universe as dancing,
two such different creatures trancing,
we two will never understand
the private notions of the other,
even if we take each other's hand.
Coming close to your destruction
you will see the other side,
who says who has satisfied
requirements for a better life?
Friendship, if we could but find it,
yields the seeds of greater profit,
greater than the seeds of strife.
I now remain just as I ever was.
I shall take my morning walk,
communing with the birds and talking
to myself while reading Kafka,
glancing at the latest headlines.
Dear Stravinsky's 'Rite' is slighted,
(he'll return when ears are righted.)
When I smell a rose I'm prompted
to recall a certain lady, gifted with
a new perception, I must sadly
take exception, for the moment anyway.
The chill of morning, people yawning,
I am tired, the blush of dawning has me
feeling ill at ease, my spirit sags,
I barely reach the second floor.
'When will you return? Is Paris so much more
than you have here?' is my unanswered question.
I drag my heels to breakfast,
listless as a lazy dog, and nibble toast,
my countenance as pallid as a ghost.
A letter would be welcomed.
I shall miss you; there, I've said it.
I am your friend, are you not mine?
Tenuous and strained, two casual
acquaintances who share so little time,
we brush elbows, like strangers passing
on a platform, sharing sidelong glances,
afraid to say hello. I watch you as you go.
Others swore we would be close,
peas in a pod, familiar.
Instead there is no warmth, not yet.
Were you to try we might combine
and nibble toast together, and take
a walk, your hand in mine, and
stammer conversation 'til we knew
there was no reason e'er to rue.
I shall sit with pleasant thoughts of you.
Desperate, I ponder on your death,
scant breath expended twixt the two of us,
and loneliness an ache too harsh to mention,
pen in hand and no one to subscribe.
I'll scarce recall the softness of your skin,
or search your heart to find what lies within.
Should I be bold, or take a gentler path?
encourage you... would I incur your wrath?
If you were to die I'd never know your truth,
and I should lose the vigour of my youth.
Heartbroken lass bereft of eminent beau
papa doth vicariously experience her
(mine daughter's) grievous woe.
Unfair a budding promising relationship nought
going to incorporate wedded bliss,
when for all the world
the strong humble lad
absconded to Puerto Rican his homeland.
Thus pained University
of Pennsylvania alumna
("star student") since grade one
at Belmont Hills Elementary
whose high school alma mater
i.e. Harriton High School,
now glum Oakland California transplant.
I (biological father),
who helped beget offspring
writhes with agony,
cuz he and the missus
sowed wild oats
during prime time,
when irresistible call of the wild
overtook wisdom to shuck contraceptive
yielding the miracle of life.
Parenthood never ended
just because declaration of independence
and autonomy witnessed natural propensity
for progeny to reliant become on self
forced shoulder living expense
no only for herself,
but deux darling
tortoiseshell dappled
five month old kittens
most certainly a constant reminder,
when she and he "two peas in a pod"
shared so many college campus memories,
whereby appearances hinted
and predicted a shared destiny
between two love birds.
An abrupt cleavage
rent asunder never witnessing
mutual graceful dotage
figuratively saddled once ebullient psyche
unnecessarily bogged our engineering minded lady
with cumbersome equipage
after they spent precious
young adulthood years together
emulating how married couple live, I gauge
such scenario, cuz talk of wedding bells
filled the (telephonic) airwaves,
whereby yours truly feeling blessed
potential prodigal son in law
his earning hand over fist big bucks
employed at Silicon Valley company
geared toward marketing fitness application.
Unsure how said high achiever
bolstered with you go girl refrain,
(who ofttimes communicated with Zayda,
i.e. his demise a crushing sorrow),
which inevitable prolonged decline
sundered special rapport
since more'n threescore
Earth orbits around the sun
papa acquired mechanical engineer degree
working within Aerospace Division
at General Electric.
Impossible mission not to care
despite mein kampf punctuated
with mine wanderlust flair
marital covenant garden variety
wordsmith did greatly impair
triggering hostility within mine humble lair
adulterer letter forcibly donned as outerwear.
I remember way back when I was real young, my brother and I used to have adventures
and we wouldn't even leave the house.
Games full of hide and seek and afternoon cartoons.
We were two peas in a pod like twins at least that's how we bonded.
All the neighborhood kids loved us, were addicted to our energy.
It wasn't until we grew up a little that I started to notice the difference
between us.
I was light as day, he was dark as night.
Same father same mother just out mind sets were different.
I got treated like a white girl even though I was full of soul.
I begged for his darkness because I was naive.
To him it didn't matter.
He belonged to our family no matter the difference in color.
I would stand by him just so people would see that I was black.
Even though I knew every song, I knew how to dress, and shake just like a video
girl some of the ignorant still just couldn't except that I was one of them.
I got teased and beat because I had brown colored hair that fell down my back like
long silk.
My skin so light eye shadow wouldn't show when I put it on. I would stare in the
mirror and wish for a darker complexion.
But this was me, I lived a few blocks from the projects, a beautiful neighborhood
with lots of houses we were upper class but still knew the struggle.
A few gun shots here and there but my block was like the suburbs compared to them
mean streets that I had never crossed.
But I went to school right in the project area, you turned a corner and you were
right in the middle of it.
I've seen many fights, weed smelling bathrooms, girls bringing knives
to school, alcohol in the cafeteria milk.
I experienced it all right with them. I even had an temper that got my butt
kicked sometimes.
But it was always the same comment you can't be black, maybe Hispanic but not black.
I would always wonder why, just because I was light to me this made no sense in the
world.
But I've grown up now and it doesn't bother me anymore because I love my curves and I
know that there are different shades of black in the world.
Especially since now a dayslight skinned girls are the new trend.
Form:
Written for and about my eldest daughter, Freya Lily (Pickle).
Ive loved you,
from the very first second I saw you,
you are my beautiful first born.
So the times when I see you upset
frustrates me and I’m torn.
Because you truly are lovely,
And trust me when I say
that I look at you every day
Filled with so much pride,
That i can hardly contain,
it makes me want to burst inside,
You’re as sweet as the classical music
you play at night.
Because it only seems like yesterday.
you was that gorgeous little baby.
sat in your high chair,
lacking any eye brow hair.
chucking food down to daisy,
the most lazy,loving dog
Who would always follow you around the house,
With her ears pricked up,as if
her suspicions were aroused.
It’s like somehow she knew
you was up-to no good,
or really I think she was just waiting
for you to drop more food.
I will never forget the the time.
when your mum called me to say,
you had poured red paint on the carpet that day.
I could only imagine her shock and despair.
As she desperately tried to scrub
The paint from the top of the stairs.
Your poor mum was in such a distress,
As she told me later that night
she was cursing my name,
as she cleared up that mess
Because apparently me and you
are like two peas in a pod,
We play fight in a supermarkets,
and be mischievous
like a dad and daughter should.
But as I sit looking at you now watching you grow.
I love you so much.
that I thought you should know,
what a wonderful young lady your going to become,
your loving and kind,
with a softness and innocence.
But at times you have a worrying naivety.
Also I think that it’s fair to say.
and I’m sure your agree with me,
that getting you to tidy your room
doesn’t come so easily.
other then that don’t ever change
as your doing just fine,
We all love just how clumsy and silly
you are most of the time.
You have a brilliant sensor of humour and
your a fantastic young artists
With dreams of designing fashion
And moving to Paris.
And You will,
with some heart and desire.
So Never lose your love,passion or fire.
You can do whatever you want to do.
and be whoever you want to be.
because your my beautiful darling daughter,
My Angel face,
Freya Lily.
( pickle)
We see the universe as dancing,
two such different creatures trancing,
we two will never understand
the private notions of the other,
even if we take each other's hand.
Coming close to your destruction
you will see the other side,
who says who has satisfied
requirements for a better life?
Friendship, if we could but find it,
yields the seeds of greater profit,
greater than the seeds of strife.
I now remain just as I ever was.
I shall take my morning walk,
communing with the birds and talking
to myself while reading Kafka,
glancing at the latest headlines.
Dear Stravinsky's 'Rite' is slighted,
(he'll return when ears are righted.)
When I smell a rose I'm prompted
to recall a certain lady, gifted with
a new perception, I must sadly
take exception, for the moment anyway.
The chill of morning, people yawning,
I am tired, the blush of dawning has me
feeling ill at ease, my spirit sags,
I barely reach the second floor.
'When will you return? Is Paris so much more
than you have here?' is my unanswered question.
I drag my heels to breakfast,
listless as a lazy dog, and nibble toast,
my countenance as pallid as a ghost.
A letter would be welcomed.
I shall miss you; there, I've said it.
I am your friend, are you not mine?
Tenuous and strained, two casual
acquaintances who share so little time,
we brush elbows, like strangers passing
on a platform, sharing sidelong glances,
afraid to say hello. I watch you as you go.
Others swore we would be close,
peas in a pod, familiar.
Instead there is no warmth, not yet.
Were you to try we might combine
and nibble toast together, and take
a walk, your hand in mine, and
stammer conversation 'til we knew
there was no reason e'er to rue.
I shall sit with pleasant thoughts of you.
Desperate, I ponder on your death,
scant breath expended twixt the two of us,
and loneliness an ache too harsh to mention,
pen in hand and no one to subscribe.
I'll scarce recall the softness of your skin,
or search your heart to find what lies within.
Should I be bold, or take a gentler path?
encourage you... would I incur your wrath?
If you were to die I'd never know your truth,
and I should lose the vigor of my youth.
Apology to the missus at nighttime...
first day of January
two thousand and twenty three.
While the wife then in the process
of leaving a telephone message
for our eldest daughter,
(on vacation, thus unreachable)
her cajoling tone of voice
beckoned, intimated, and _underscored
curiosity to discover
how romance blossomed
between first born
and soulmate of offspring
while both progeny and
Puerto Rican young man
both freshmen in the same dormitory
at University of Pennsylvania.
I unthinkingly blurted out
thy spouse acting nosy
triggering cascading denial
of marital transgressions
(quite brutish and nasty of me)
scoring invisible black barbs
upon tender flesh
seriously contemplating divorce
to implement bartered bride
blithely cavorting with bonnie lass
abandoning desirability, eternity, fidelity...
adopting following motto de jure
gather ye rosebuds while ye may.
How innocuous for spouse clamoring
to get low down how biological daughter
came upon midnight clear
acquainting, befriending, cohabiting...
eventual future linkedin lucky man
at least once upon a poem ago
aforementioned perfect match
(like two peas in a pod).
Seconds after the rather
sarcastic word (nosy) uttered
yours truly wished he never blurted
underhanded stinging rebuke.
Whether twas love toward the spouse
who approximately twenty seven years prior
yours truly pledged troth and vowed
to uphold sanctified covenant,
when me late father in law
escorted his "baby"
down the wedding aisle.
Nevertheless I blurted out
acid tinged comment
(as iterated above)
generated an after effect
recounting me being unfaithful husband
suddenly nauseous surge
induced gag reflex
synonymously tasting like bile
no amount of washing mouth out with dial
could affect comparable retraction
wanting to turn back hands of time
best recourse would necessitate
severing ties with humanity
and accepting nothing short of exile
(for questing, trespassing, violating...
acquiescence toward verboten fruit)
walking barefoot over hot coals
every last desolate mile
despite exhibiting weariness
qua swiftly tailored harried style
years later still experiencing
gruelling emotional trial.
I almost lost my balance,
But you rescued me before I fell flat down on the floor
We, in unison, dance
You are the harmony of my symphony...your empathy is what I adore
You are someone I was looking for,
That awesome open door of endless opportunities and more
I'm alright without sleep at night
But you worry that I won't make it
But it's all black and white, darling angel
Your encouragement and you're looking-after-me motive turns me on...now, it rings a familiar bell
I must tell you, you are a heaven, not much of a hell
You are the rare gem that I will never in my dreams sell
You tell me I sing better than Adam Levine and Adele...
Put together...
You are like no other
My future is clear to me now, it ain't no blur and I'm no longer unsure
What lies ahead is meant to be
I bet it's gonna work out with you and me
You and I I meant to say
I don't care about grammar, but whatever...I'm so cra-cra
Odds are that you and I are two peas in a pod
Evens are that we are pleasing to the sight of God
I can't imagine a day without you and every time I think about your absence, I cry myself to sleep and I fear that I'll lose my glow
As Selena Gomez says in her lyrics, the heart wants what it wants...yep, I guess I coveted you a bit
I'm fired up by overwhelming vibes when I am right next to you...it's my fault for letting you go with woe in my heart and my anxieties swing me to and fro
I don't want to waste away your time like I think I do...I expressed my deepest regrets and secrets to you, so DON'T tell a soul or I'll have damage done to me in the darksome pit
I write this poem to you obvious
I hope I don't seem oblivious
I want to hold you and you to hold me back
The aftershocks of being under pressure made me avoid everyone...I'm sorry I am foolish and thoughtless, left to be that lone magazine in the rack
I hold onto these hardships and feelings on my back in a sack
It's like unpaid debt and homework in a stack
I need to get back on track
I need to strengthen all the weakness,
But I need help to make further progress
Hold up, I missed what you just said
Say that again? Am I alive or dead?
Once in a blue moon I have been told
The cliché’s clan gets together with the Catch Phrase posy
If I have told you once I have told you a thousand times this story or are you the last one to know?
Well, it all started for no rhyme or reason but you could see the writing on the wall.
Rat Race and horsing around would be in charge of the children’s activities for the day.
While crazy as a loon and Wacky Tobacky would take care of the entertainment.
Ice Queen would be the bartender for the night and Wall Flower would play the music.
Requests were already pouring in from the peanut gallery.
Young whipper Snapper like to hear a country song called one step forward and two steps back
And Jonny come lately wanted to hear a rock song called Chip off the old block.
Class clown always wanting to be the center of attention got drunk and started dancing
On the picnic tables.
Simon Says and Mother May I where there to tell everyone what to do and where to sit.
This would be a catered event so One sandwich short of a picnic was hired to feed this Motley crew.
On the menu was Fish out of Water served with two peas in a pod and for dessert The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree Al- a- mode.
Everybody was having a great time until the trouble makers showed up.
One for the road and Three sheets to the wind where known for starting drunken brawls.
The worst thing was they brought their 3 grown sons Hammered, sloshed and pickled.
If I only knew then what I know now left early. She had a feeling there would be trouble.
Penny for your thoughts would be collecting the raffle ticket money and No time like the present would be handing out the prizes.
Liar Liar Pants on fire and Cry me a river were sore losers and always made a scene if they lost.
It will be a cold day in hell didn’t want to go so he sent his wife Heaven to Betsy.
Too much of a good thing got sick and ended up taking the bus# Catch22 home.
Well, nothing lasts forever was the last song of the night and Turn out the lights the party’s over security guard company showed everyone the door.
The end.
Form:
I didn’t sleep but two winks last night,
Because with you I do not wish to fight!
Our friendship had a very strange start,
I never thought as close as we were, we’d ever part!
Through all the good times we’ve had,
I never would f dreamt things would have become this bad!
The root of all evil is money,
I never meant to hurt you honey!
Your friendship has meant the world to me,
I hope one day it can be fixed, you see!
I opened up my heart completely to you,
Something I NEVER, EVER do!
You’ve never done anything, have only been so nice,
Lately, for some reason, I’ve been cold as ice!
When tears ran down my face, like a water fall,
All I had to do was pick up a phone and call!
When you were down, I’d lend you my ear,
If nothing else, just someone to hear!
Someone to talk to something to share,
With open arms, because we both care!
When Ronnie was sick, I did not stray,
Nothing in this world could have kept me away!
You were there for me when I had my last baby,
I never once thought, you were my friend MAYBE!
The men we love, we have married,
Even when things were bad with them,
together theirr burdens we have carried!
We’ve had so many laughs and smiles,
It seems like we’ve gone on for many miles!
Like two peas in a pod, we once were,
What happened to us, is there even a cure!?
We’ve been friends for nearly eight years,
Now our friendship has been broken, bringing us to tears!
You’ve been there for me, and I you for so long,
How could things have gone this wrong!?
Most people would say, “Friends come and go”,
I thought and still do, we had so much more to show
We’ve been there for each other, through thick and thin,
I never thought that the DEVIL, could possibly win!
I must not be in my right mind,
To have hurt my friend, who has been nothing but kind!
I only want the best for you, within your life,
I never meant to make you feel, like I’ve cut you with a knife!
The almighty dollar it has cost,
Now a “TRUE” friend, have I really lost!?
The
fire within you
devours my hopeful
aspirations…I shiver
with freezing
hopelessness
Give me your heart
and let me fill it
with affectionate
bliss for eternity
Countless déjà vus
unleashes in my
brain
Don’t hang up the
phone – hang out
with me; don’t leave
me hanging in
downright distress
Why do you try to be
bring me down and
lift me up again?
We’re two peas in a
pod…we both yearn
for God’s healing
rain
Don’t let the words
slip out of your
mouth and let there
be light! Envy
becomes serpentine
in my lost soul,
going out of control
– it’s tearing my
heart apart and it’s
making me taste
unfortunate appeal
and despair that's
beyond real - but
it's no big deal
*chorus*
Biting my fingers,
leaving scars of
shame…feeling this
shame without a
name…you hunt me
down like game…I
caught the cold in
my brokenhearted
soul of steel and
stone
I can’t be close to
you…you were the
ghosts of my past…I
loved you the most,
but I learned to
find the light at
the end of tunnel
I know…I can’t stand
living a life
without you by my
side…I live half a
life…you make me
feel whole again –
you’re my other half
and I feel empty
without your
touch…your warm
hands locking with
my own
Who’s waiting at my
front door – two
uninvited strangers
– Regret and
Remorse… I was lost,
but now I’m found –
I crumble
I crumble into sand
– I was once a
strong-willed,
unbreakable rock…but
now Tragedy has
proven me wrong all
the way
Don’t let the words
slip out of your
mouth and let there
be light! Envy
becomes serpentine
in my lost soul,
going out of control
– it’s tearing my
heart apart and it’s
too hard to
comprehend or bear
*chorus*
I hate to say this,
but from the bottom
of my heart, I knew
you were hiding
something from me –
maybe it’s not meant
to be revealed
today…tomorrow, I’m
expecting to have a
word with you if you
would humanely obey
and cooperate with
me without picking a
fight – ruining my
self-esteem