Long Postpone Poems
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a moment alone
this fleeting affair
of solitude sighs
unlikely to share
some daydream beliefs
with wildflower dreams
and fingers entwined
midst dark silent screams
where shadows elope
and coral vine weaves
a soft comfy couch,
in three-quarter sleeves
for stress to escape
so pain can subside
away from the noise
a dark place to hide
so tensions can heal
and nervousness split
while clenching a fist
or throwing a fit
as cloudy days sing
and raindrops appear
you're still all alone
there's nobody here
to know if you're well
or frowns stay a while
if teardrops now fall
inside of your smile
if fears hold on tight
and anguish remains
among every loss
and all of the gains
An hour or two
a minute or three
to be by yourself
and set yourself free
the silence a joy
a world to postpone
this fleeting affair
a moment alone
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Anyone else need one from time to time?
TRUE LOVE SAILED OVER SEAS
Have I met trouble when I met your ocean eyes
for beneath that steady gaze, I reach the highest sky?
Slothful moon turned grey, so the stars: tired and pale
when I behold your white angelic grace. . .
Distant and unfamiliar you may seem,
I wasn't afraid to run, run and catch your gleam
without a guarantee of us becoming one,
still, I pursue to behold you, my woman.
I am no Romeo nor you are not Juliet
but allow me to prove, I love immaculate...
Hundred miles and hundred days we may separate,
yonder, seasons change, my heart to you, I dedicate.
Overseas, each time the ship reach the shore,
immediately like thunder, I trip to the door
for me to send my love letter or find a phone
excited I am, the opportunity, I don't postpone!
Pity at that time, no internet or cellphones yet
so the instant a signal peeps, it's you, I first check.
My ears blush and so I am in fever love
each time our exchange of thoughts began.
Then again while we talk, sometimes, the signal fret,
or without proper warning our chats end to wreck.
Coins gone and so time on shore is done, again I want to dial
My sunshine smile not turning to the river Nile...
My heart on somersaults when they hand me your letter
like a little boy with his favorite toy, I keep it near my chest
awhile I am on reversed cardiac arrest, I confess.
Winter feeling I have blown and within is a summer weather,
ten months or a year in the middle of the sea
with only your letters and photo I kiss, I, in jubilee!
Years passed, I came home and I search your address,
my intentions of wanting to marry you, I will express.
Your parents, unsure of me, they probe too much.
How many women I touched-- I gone to bed with
for am a sailor, they thought to any girl I resort,
I was stunned but I remain calm and quiet
as I know myself, loyal to you and no one else.
I tried to woo them and prove, my only love is you.
God must have blessed us-- as their stone heart melt,
a year later, my dream of being your husband came true.
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©O. E. Guillermo
07:42 pm, January 19, 2015
Oh, the 2020 tours hit postpone?
Maybe it’s the calm before the storm;
Before we throw the biggest concert
the world’s ever known;
It’s going to be loud,
probably outside;
Just a little bit of rhythm,
and a whole lot of good vibes;
Peace, love, and a lot of unity;
Probably throw in a little R.I.P,
to the 2020 tours that made history
without a single live melody;
So take time to get hype,
We got a slow burn we can’t ignore;
We gonna set the night on fire,
Never seen a scene like this before ;
So let the song ignite, the music rage on,
Now what to call it?
It’s been building for so long;
What else could we call it?
It’s the ‘Festival Postpone’.
To Be Continued....
My mother always told me
That my posture needed work.
Now, straighten up your shoulders!
A reminder I would shirk.
I’ve never stood up straight and tall
And sometimes I would see
On the street, a bent old woman,
Which I’d never want to be.
A neighbor had that happen –
Now she’s twisted like a crone,
A terrifying prospect
I’m determined to postpone.
So I checked it out on Google
How to keep my back erect
And I purchased their suggestion –
Posture straps that will correct.
Every day for 30 minutes
My contraption stays in place.
Though my stance may not improve
I will continue, just in case.
The mind is perturbed by the spiritual restraint
of the senses; what will the crescent desire do?
The nimbus clouds may kiss themselves and disperse temporally, before the violent pressure pours.
How will you moisten your soul— after the manner
the droughty ground imbibes rain?
To feel a splash on the eyes at a heated afternoon,
I drooped my eyelids, disabled my vision,
and restrained all the senses with the exception
of tactile pleasure— the electrifying friction of your lips moving as a pendant, gently brushing through
the carnal contour of my unexplored zones.
In the evening, the nimbus clouds will gather again,
but they may not postpone the outburst.
"Life teaches many lessons along the way
If you are aware of them you can make life better in every way"
I lost my mother when I was 10
Learned first lesson of my life
Acquire skills from those who know
Once they are gone
you can do nothing except
Crying out of sheer helplessness and regret
When in twenties miseries of world pained me
poor dying of hunger, so much disparity in world,
If God exists why is he not doing anything?
This led me to an era of reading,
in spiritual books I found answers to my questions
Discovered real aim of life is salvation,
we suffer because we have sinned in past births
Suddenly one day father passed away,
day after his death he talked to us
(could hear his voice clearly)
"I regret not spending time with my granddaughter
I thought I will play with my son's children
I never expected to die all of a sudden"
I learnt that day to enjoy life,
not to postpone happiness for tomorrow
Got married with dreams of love and happiness
only to be greeted by selfish people who criticized me endlessly
Cried daily for 10 years then one day shouted at all
They couldn't take it, they subdued
but I was not happy. I had sinned.
Learnt many truths of life
Those who criticize cannot stand their own criticism
To avoid guilty conscience do good however bad others may be
One should have no desires, they give endless miseries
My past experience are so bad that their very thought makes me sad
I try not to think of past,
I live in the moment in front, savouring every bit of it
As for desires I have ended all for I realised fulfillment is not entirely in my hands.
I have no expectations from anyone...
I try to be happy and stay away from anything that can steal it.
Date: 11/16/2020
Have you lived? what have you got to show for it except that you haven't died yet?
stocks and bonds, and houses and servants – pfui! living ash!
heart and arteries and a steady hand – is that all of your phantom life?
have you lived only to live like a corpse that breathes in agony?
Were you afraid to die living or to live dying every single day?
what have you gathered in your pockets full of void and empty fulfillment?
stocks of existence and bonds of security that bind you to the fear of being,
houses where you don't dwell and servants who serve you death on a halo platter.
I would rather sing a wild song and break my heart with it violently,
than live a thousand years watching my digestion like a sterile religion,
and fearing dampness like life, rain like tears of regret,
life like an incurable disease that must be avoided until senile death.
What have you built with your numerous and useless years like a collection of dead seconds?
a heart that beats regularly without passion, arteries clean of hot blood,
a steady hand that never trembles with ecstasy or shock or fate,
a body maintained perfectly like a machine that never rode into the wind?
I want to burn like a candle melting its own wax in flames,
to sing so loud that my vocal cords explode into sonic petals,
to live one moment so intensely that it contains an eternity in sparks,
rather than survive an eternity fearing I will die too soon.
Show me the evidence of your life: signed papers, contracts of false security,
walls built between you and death, servants who postpone your meeting with yourself?
I show you my heart broken from too much concentrated and intense life,
I prefer to break it singing than to keep it intact in a coffin of routines.
Were you afraid to die? I'm afraid not to live before I die!
were you afraid of dampness? I fear the dryness of a life without rain!
I would rather drown in the ocean than die of thirst beside waters in deserts,
to sing a wild song that breaks my heart than the silence of a sheep's life.
I think we all love kisses, like flowers love the sun.
They can be meaningful, deep and scandalous or fun.
You might briefly, sneakily, steal a kiss,
you can blow a kiss or condone a kiss,
emblazon every girl or boy you know with a kiss,
postpone a kiss, or bemoan a kiss as hormones,
but you can’t keep a kiss or own a kiss,
because they’re never more than half your own kiss -
sadly, as we’ve all learned, you just can’t kiss alone.
Every kiss is a puzzle, an experiment requiring a team
you may not even understand a kiss, or exactly what it means.
As far as kisses go, I’ve only had a few. I blame that dam
pandemic, they certainly weren’t something I eschewed.
I wish I had specific tips for girls with quick, impulsive lips
which somehow never can resist a flirty, kissing apocalypse.
Your roommates will support you, with only a few quips
but you really can’t keep doing this, you’ve got to get a grip.
Some folks buy choc'lit for almost every special event.
I've heard of hubbies buying it for discord to prevent!
But I don't need a motive or any momentous occasion.
I'll savor that ambrosia anytime, with little or no persuasion!
Choc'lit white, light or dark, it really matters not.
Better yet with nuts! Now that really hits the spot!
'Tis the nector of the gods as that rich, pure choc'lit
Oozes over and saturates a delectable banana split!
Should my spouse ever muse, "Whatever shall I bake?"
My reply will always be, "I want a German choc'lit cake!"
And there's no better way my taste buds to seduce,
Than to end a sumptuous meal with a creamy choc'lit mousse!
When on occasion too many rum-filled choc'lits I ate,
It made me somewhat giddy and difficult to navigate!
My feelings you would certainly never, ever ruffle,
Should you deign to offer me a gooey choc'lit truffle!
The return to dust is inevitable - it we cannot postpone,
So I've concocted this epitaph to etch upon my stone:
"Dear Lord, be merciful as my eternal bourne I begin;
Please forgive me, a chocoholic, should it be deemed a sin!"
“At any rate”, be fast moving and be full of surprises
Take control of what you have, make no sacrifices
Stay on top of your game and keep the ball rolling
Have intention, keep direction and know where you’re going
If you become predictable, embrace a change
Don’t risk becoming mediocre or, worse, mundane
Evolution is essential to keep up with the world around
Attentiveness will speak volumes, don’t mute the sound
I don’t just want you to jump. I want you to dive
Head first, steady paced, motivation and drive
The world is your red carpet, but only for a while
Don’t postpone it or loan it, but own it and smile