Long Sandwiched Poems
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S hare God’s blessings and show love everyday
P retty smiles around without flowers are just ok
R ender loving services and always be nice
E nthusiastically give without expecting a prize.
A lways show positive outlook
D rive someone’s gut when one’s broke
I ncrease one’s energy with uplifting and inspiring words
N urture each other with patience and kindness that
G enerate understanding and unity in this world.
H ave faith in oneself, others and above all to God
A gift to everyone is a life to enjoy, not to be sad
P roduce happiness accepting everyone and their weaknesses
P eacemakers-- we must, to be blessed in God’s fullness.
I n spreading happiness, it always starts from our family
N eighbors after relatives, then friends- a heavenly joy will be!
E mpathy and sympathy for all especially the poor and the needy
S elfless act of kind-caring sandwiched well with generosity
S preading happiness while witnessing the gospel is the mighty key.
My witchy teardrops, dandelion oil, mystical, magickal dust
Faerie Tales, cockatiels, sandwiched between rusted trust
Of movie reels, bootlegged steals, cyber-world, & for reals
Myself as a wild-child & lonely found you across the sea
At the time you didn't know that soon you'd be her final reason to breathe
And you'd be her reason to believe
You'd crack the door to your heart, & then slam it when I was near
You liked to lock up the most attractive parts of you because of your simplistic, insecure fears
I wasn't allowed to be welcomed into your heart for years & years
I'd get too close & once more, you'd slam the door yet again
If you felt out of control of your environment - then nobody can possibly win
You're mad at me for the lack of interaction - but attempting to interact with a workaholic will never yield compromise-able satisfaction
In my experience with you, it always held an unpredictable, bottled-up reaction
Instead of cuddling, smoking, & just relaxin'
This non-communicative, Scorpio, an eloquent, self-confessed introvert would always stay deeply immersed in your work
Never really gave an attentive chance
Even through our initial, fiery romance
You seldom got to experience my mind & body both - like rhythmic, melodious smoke
The worst time for us to be together back then
But something told you that we were worth sacrificing the work we put in for many years being metaverse friends
That was a roll of the die I didn't want to try
We'd have to sacrifice all the time spent, or end up simply saying our goodbyes
Here we are at the end of our marriage
remembering the tender words of love
that we uttered in our horse and carriage
tucked together like the wings on a dove
as the world stands far remote we keep bay
inside this velvet room of flower and sage
counting the blessings of a morning ray
sandwiched like two birds in a guilded cage
folded inside the sheets of time we thrive
accordianed like two insturments of old
humming the songs that once made us live
encloaked the dark, we never grew cold
true love is the diamond of old lovers and friends,
I believe that I will love you, until the very end.
Jan. 31, 2020
The dark brown color engrossed much,
Soft beautiful skin melts when I touch
When I unwrap the cover,my lips cannot wait to taste
when I munch it,I am transported into a fantasy place
and nuts sandwiched between chocolate bars backhaul my sensories
Caramel inside the bar,revitalize the beautiful childhood memories
It recalls the fights for chocolates and the crocodile tears
Now,when I lick the chocolate off my fingers,I feel young
and I love to savor the taste of the chocolate tang
NOW AND ALWAYS
Life Is Near
Every day in every way
Death creeps in relentlessly
Ceaseless
Kept under cover candy sweet protected
Sugar and salt are flavors strange
Touch on sensations raw
Death comes between sliced bread
Nothing in between
Sent to sensations, to the edge alone
We love them and they love us
Sandwiched on the other side of life
Stinging to that end
There is nothing wrong with death
Religion tells us so, blesses it
Fear is not the enemy
It is clear when faced with pleasure
Life sets in
The illusion dampens, numbed feelings within
Think twice when faced with it
Around each corner waiting
Fear of life is contemplated
To that end, one end
Life is fear simply punctuated
Permission never granted
Like fruit it is always near, perishable and clear of purpose
Life comes with no specific expiration date
No guarantees
Only fear of being in existence is
That constant howling in the wind
Halloween with rain, October's name
SUSPENDED IN SURPRISE
wrapped in legs and arms,
sandwiched between two grandsons.
sheets in disarray would not impede
the octopus hold, attempt to halt
their impending flight home.
a little hand in mine, our feet planted
on pavement. i try to disengage,
say goodbye.
“where are you going?”
those little eyes suspended in surprise
as he finds out we have two different paths.
reluctantly his fingers uncurl.
his brother jumps up, holding me tight.
“when will you come to visit us?”
a heavy sag to the car as i divide my heart.
i nap. i dream. i feel his squeeze.
flight delayed til morning light. my son frowns
but his sons squeal with delight
for more happy hours with grandma.
8/7/2018
the trepidation-monger
offers his wares
at a discount
sneaks in a price hike in
every now and then
relabels panic and anxiety
three for the price of two
best before tomorrow
he serves a long queue
hyperinflation
calls for more worries
and he dispenses
feelings of dreaded alarm
but not to fret
he has unlimited supplies
unchained at his shelves
he is not perturbed
by internet shopping
because virtual distress
is only half as good
as coming face to face
with the façade of sheer horror
a consumer society
overwhelmed by
fast food delivery
of gloom sandwiched
in between lost hope
and trepidation
unleashes its offer of
unlimited causes
for despair in light
of dark purchases
across the road in a small outlet
a little old lady offers happiness
free at the point of delivery
priceless to good homes only
money does not cover her cost
and yet she engages in
the trade to grant transient relief
from fear of fear and its triggers
an unsung hero
because most people had forgotten
how to sing dance and enjoy
so exhausted were they
from finding reasons
for misery and deceit
she is too old to call
her venture a start up
too wise to wrap up
her gifts in fine glossy paper
a rubber band will do
to contain comfort and courage
calm and cheerful she greets
an occasional customer
and advises to look carefully
at the writing on the wall
graffiti maybe but scripted with love
Tring Tring: Is that you?
Yes, my love how do you do?
Hey! I bought a new pair of shoes,
This time my shoe size is two!
Oh dear, you look so cute,
In your little boots!
My cutie son in dungaree navy blue!
A sheath dress, a watch, a ring and a cake for you!
Would you come! Please, make my wish come true!
O my love! My honey, I am always around you.
Close your eyes and feel the breeze,
Come on, let’s play all day through!
Just look into Daddy’s eyes,
We are dying for your sight.
God needed my body,
But my soul is with you.
Daddy’s windshield wiper,
You are the bravest tiger!
Sharp at twelve, we will cut the cake and celebrate.
Be there, don’t make me wait!
Just hug your Daddy tight,
And share the cake’s bite!
Sandwiched in between,
I can feel you two, right!
Mommy, I got to go.
I have to dress up for the show.
Tring Tring, is that you?
Yes honey, I love you, I miss you.
Why did you go……………………………………..
Form:
A book is a beautiful thing to me.
From the moment, I could read I was hooked.
A happy memory from childhood I’ll never forget.
When I first learned to read simple books,
My mother signed me up for a book club for children.
Once a month it would come in the mail.
I would madly rip the cardboard mailing container,
And inside that bland skin, the most beautiful thing,
That I waited so patiently for,
Was finally here!
I would devour each page over and over.
And then the very next day I would sit on the stoop.
I would wait and wait, exactly twenty-nine days.
That little girl not understanding not comprehending
The amount of time, the amount of waiting.
But honestly probably, knowing that girl,
It wouldn’t have mattered, she wouldn’t have cared.
The waiting was part of the whole beautiful process.
Like a sentinel at a gate of make-believe and knowledge.
Waiting to receive a glorious heavenly vessel of ecstasy
In the form of words and pictures sandwiched and bound.
The feeling in my little, eight year olds, hands so proud.
I’ve always loved the smell of books, not only of the books themselves,
But especially those magnificent magical buildings that house them.
This childhood memory so distant now
But no less special or profound.
Because for me
A book is a beautiful thing.
There are tons of things in the world that really matter.
And then, there are those that make you say, "Who cares?"
I was awakened this morning thinking about the word, 'WANT'.
If one broke down the word WANT, what would it look like?
If one saw the make-up of each letter, what would one see?
Does anyone even care about the individual parts of a word?
Oh, pardon me, my name is Triviality, and people call me Trivia.
Anyway, I was thinking about the four-lettered word, WANT.
I saw two 'Vs' that form the 'W' and two lines that made the 'T'.
The low-capped 't' has a vertical line that is curbed at the end.
The infamous 't' has a much shorter horizontal line crossing
the curbed vertical line just below the top to form a cross. It's
not that I don't have better things to do., but Trevia is my name.
I know. If this thought never crossed my mind, who would even care?
On a side note, the one lone vowel 'a', lives among three consonants.
But hold on; I'm almost finished. There are two crucial letters to go.
Did I tell you that my name was Triviality, and people call me Trivia?
Anyway, to me, the 'a' and the 'n' in caps have a uniqueness about them.
They are quietly sandwiched between the 'w' and the 't' to complete the very desirable word, WANT. The 'a' in caps is an upside down 'V', bridged just above the bottom by a horizontal line. The 'n' in caps is created with two leaning 'Vs', like identical twins, one up and one down. It's not that I WANT to spend my time like this, but what can I say? They call me Trivia.
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