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I was so happy just to be your friend and be there whenever you needed me
That wasn’t what you had in mind and your selfish intent was something I couldn’t see
You made it a point to show me a different side of you this time around
You played your role so perfectly making sure to create a love in me that was truly profound
I knew all of your secrets and bad habits but that didn’t push me away
I told you I’d be there for you and by your side is where I intended to stay
You would tell me that we were meant for each other and the others were just for fun
I wasn’t ready to commit anyways so I stuck around when in reality I should have run
I remember when we were finally intimate and how nervous I was as if it was my first time
I was so in love and expected more but the encounter left me feeling used and covered in grime
I still stuck around because I had promised I wouldn’t leave and truthfully, I knew you would always own my heart
These feelings would stay engraved in me whether we were together or apart
Everything was going so well and you hinted at us finally being together like we always should have been
I was more than happy to accept you as you were and let the rest of our lives begin
Of course, you did what you always have and completely flipped the script
Suddenly you had someone and my heart was left exposed, broken and, ripped
Once again, I chose to stay because regardless of our relationship status, I still immensely cared for you
I vowed to be your best friend and find a new love but that made you mad because you just wanted to subdue
This mind game went on for a while and I continued to endure the torture until you eventually just disappeared
You had promised that you would always stick around but you threw me away and enacted what I had always feared
You still pop in from time to time just to make sure I don’t have a chance to forget
But I’m glad to say that you no longer have the same effect on me, nor do I feel any regret
You were toxic and only cared about making yourself feel better, no matter what the cost
I promise you that you destroyed every ounce of care I ever had and this tumultuous relationship will not be defined as a love lost
Vanishing Line
In the two dimensional world of flatland life is a line
Distinguishing up from down is not the design of nature
Maneuvering left and right is possible
But not this time
Existence is of the straight and narrow realm
Excellence is defined in moving forward
Objects come and go without discernment
Vision of life is purely a blur of what is and what might become
As elements appear within that moment
Things pop in and out of sight from other world’s dimensions
Diagonalizing the matrix is not part of this equation or this discussion
Needs no explanation
It’s staying in this matter as a diversion just for reading pleasure
And because I said so and it sounds kinda cool
Someone from flat-land supports that view and said as much
Needs no permit from you
Who are from another dimension
The point is mute
So moving on
There is no sun and too few rules
In the dominion of two dimensions
Opinions vary on that point
There is no day
Things simply get in the way of understanding there
When going one way, which defines life in general
There is no light at the end of the tunnel
There is no tunnel
There is only straight ahead
Where abruptly all things end
Relatives were coming in so fast that Frankenstein felt claustrophobic.
Why invite all your relatives? He asked his wife Symbersobic.
She laughed at his misery; in the throes of having fun with them.
The door opened and sixteen more of her crazy cousins walked in.
I may have to go to the bathroom, Frankenstein thought.
He could stay in there for a couple of hours, let the rest of them rot.
When he reached the loo, he heard two tiny monsters say
How long does it take? Will you be finished today?
He had forgotten her kin could pop in and out as they pleased.
He was not happy with these inquisitors who came to his knees.
He went out to his work shed but it had been taken over by others.
He opened his eyes and saw two of his monsterly brothers!
What a great wife Symbersobic is, one of them said.
She invited us, and six cousins whom we thought were dead.
The dead ones were dancing in a joyous, jazzy, weird falling-apart way.
They had been in graves for years; she’d brought them back for a day.
The checkered curtains, and spic and span wood floor, I light a fragrant candle.
And the the creme de la creme…..my red Keuring coffee maker, is always at the ready to please. No percolators, grinding beans, not a need for tea bags.
The water in it is always hot and ready. Plus
a variety of K-Cups that hold the contents of what I wish to make. Any variety of coffee, tea, hot chocolate. Hot cider, too!!
I used to grind beans, or use tea bags, boil water, use a chemex maker. All require time and safety.
Then …use special brushes..to not scratch the maker.
All I do is pop in a K-Cup and in a few seconds, there is my beverage of choice. It’s my favorite appliance.
Gives me time to enjoy life and write poetry, as the rivulets of rain, run down the pane glass windows!
1/5/2023
Urban legend now bared to the bone
Yet its trademark can no larger store clone
No glossy signs, spacious lots fealty to hone
But in colloquial parlance a tradition has grown
Larger Discount stores with dignity stand alone
Corner grocery, its squalid tenement doth bemoan
Manicured plots, concentric lots posh boutiques tone
Corner mart encased in fragile clapboards; skyscrapers of stone
Dilapidated phone booth anchors the curbstone
Squeaky door, bristling bell on entry doth groan
Large retailers, in furnished bakeries bake cakes, fancy scones
Mom and Pop, in one-stove kitchens; yeast rolls, cornbread pone
Serious browsers in large retailers with oversize carts spendthrift prone
At corner store, single-minded shoppers poach sustenance, then are gone
Large franchise with hefty profits and in fertile market sown
Corner grocer in depressed neighborhood; indebted to Savings & Loan
Sometimes it don't seem right.
You look around to see what's left.
To ask yourself where to now.
What for, why and how.
The faded sun has left it's mark.
But you can't see it in the dark.
The morning light get's in your eye's.
And you realize you have to rise.
You put on some coffee, pop in some toast.
Pray to God, Jesus, and the Holy Ghost.
Ask for forgiveness and to be blessed.
And hope they don't think that it's in jest.
Now I see the past is gone.
It disappeared with the new dawn.
The silent whisper of the past.
Telling me it does not last.
Faith is floating in the air.
As time goes on, there's less to spare.
The flame is burning much too hot.
When you have been put on the spot.
Diminished essence of the day.
Show's the living a new way.
A different hue of colored dreams.
That's what's left, it seems.
Like French fries and ice cream, two different places but retain the same meaning
Hot and cold like I am riding with the a/c on and the window down to catch the perfect breeze
If we were born in the same state would our relationship ever equate
You can never be certain of what is to come but you can control your outlook
We used to go by intuition, then we used the stars, then we stumbled upon maps, before listening to the GPS
Someone will always have an opinion, direction, plan for what should be your relationship
When the only map that matters is the directions to your relationship goals, the only opinion that matters is the thoughts floating from the mind of your queen or king
So, when all is lost and you are frustrated with bae over the little things
Look into the stars in their eyes under that Minnesota sky to find the answers
Why fight over the little things when in the beginning we connected through all of the little things
The way he would kiss her right before he said goodbye, was never the same as the kiss he gave as he said hello, it was special as if he was in the same moment she was thinking of as he walked away
The way she would hold you just a little tighter when she was afraid and believe in you when you didn’t believe in yourself
She has never been to Tennessee but I can picture her under the Memphis sunset, as to say it will all be ok at the end of the day
We get on each other’s nerves but all we have is us when everything else is gone, so no matter how hard life gets I will always be the one to kiss her goodnight
As we lay back and pop in a movie that we will never finish before our eyes close with my arms around you and your faith carrying my wavering thoughts
p.s. our feeling will stay the same, never changing same as the birthplace…
I part the curtains of my memory and suddenly we are young again.
Half cousin to a distant life, I recall summer skips and marble throws.
The way we owned our little world on 2nd Avenue,
and explored every nook and cranny of our Italian hub.
Yes, they were the best years of our lives and we didn't know it.
As summer sun danced upon our shoes, with a hammer
we hit those little firecrackers and pow, pow, pow !
Banging pots and pans we woke everyone. Stomping, marching, and yelling with energetic voices. Who could miss three
boisterous children, in the prime of their lives.
Those were our free spirit days, strong legs and young
fleshy arms that were hugged one day and slapped the next.
Today I close the light gently on that flamboyant living.
It was a cinema-scope moment of the seventies, one that won't
return. Somehow we coped. Perhaps love was the healing balm
the anoint of our resilient souls.
We were young guns fired up for life. Always ready for adventure. Today I let the firecrackers pop in my head only once in a while,
down comes the hammer, pow, pow, pow !
Black dots aligned you bro bring down the hammer one more time, as I watch gun smoke come out of the sidewalk. Poof! Silence.
We were half insane, and loving it.
The End.
Spring is the time for ‘lek’
Capercaillie in beautiful dance
a spectacular mating game
A glowing ballet
that radiates independently
They want to pass on their genes
in breathtaking rhythm
// clatter, clatter, click, click,
pop, pop // - in the woods
The mistress
- the noblest freedom in nature
Allow the birds to enjoy the game
and mate in peace
They have lived in our pine forests
since the last ice age
Walk quietly and gently on moss green pillows
So close, vulnerable and gorgeous
When the midnight hour dims
a crack of moonlight ...
and a soul of satisfaction
// clatter, clatter, click, click,
pop, pop // - in the woods
(‘lek’ is an old Norse word that means ‘play’)
10/02/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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McGee was needin' a drop you see
So he headed on down to the pub
But as he arrived, he heard a small voice
Say " Don't go into that club"
Turning around there he had found
A Nun with her fist in the air
Saying "Don't you know that drinkin' a sin,
A sin your soul can not bare,
And besides that too, it'll rot you guts
Your liver, your teeth and you brain
And if you were smart, if you'd walk away
And never touch it again".
So, McGee then asked the little bold Nun
" Have you ever had even a taste?"
The Nun replied "Of course I've not!"
" Then Sister you haven't a case,
How can you judge, if you're not tried,
You're unqualified, That's what I think"
"Ok "said the Nun "I guess I try one,
But, as long as you go get the drink"
Ok said McGee," What shall it be"
The Nun said "I only know Gin"
McGee said fine, I'll be back in no time.
Wait here, and I'll just pop in"
McGee walked briskly up to the bar
Where he order a pint for himself
The asked for a cup of Gin to go
And make it the best on the shelf
The barman pulled the pint for McGee
Then gave his chin a rub
Said, "Now, don't tell me that drunken Nun
Is still out in front of me pub!