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Don't ask me to rethink this now,
I'm standing at the edge; somehow.
Tomorrow won't dawn, I won't be here,
Thankful; for a love like yours, is so rare...
A girl like you, a shining light,
I searched life for you, day and night.
Impossible to find; again,
My story ends, but then...
You breathe me in, a final breath,
Escaping the shadow of coming death
I'm not yours to keep, the choice is made,
No longer lost, no longer afraid...
Hold on to the promises that I gave,
Words have power, beyond the grave
Talk is cheap, but my feelings run deep,
Remember me tonight, while you're a sleep...
Don't ask me to rethink this now,
I'm standing at the edge; somehow
Tomorrow won't dawn, I won't be here,
Thankful for a love like yours, is so rare...
A girl like you, a shining light,
I searched life for you, day and night.
Impossible to find; again,
My story ends, but then...
You breathe me in, a final breath,
Escaping the shadow of coming death
I'm yours to keep, the choice is made,
No longer lost, no longer afraid...
Hold on to the promises that I gave,
Words have power, beyond the grave
Talk is cheap, but my feelings run deep,
Remember me tonight, while you're a sleep...
The wine & I
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Hoo-ha !! cheers
The wine and I tonight
A racket we will clamor
Talk is cheap .. hic
WINE:
“I am Chardonay
Was once a fruit on a vine
Now I am a dry white”
ME:
“I thought you were
Risling or maybe Pinotage
Sorry are we in the month of May
Hic .. or is this my third glass”.
WINE:
“Your third bottle now
I'm running on empty
I‘m better with turkey
So I am wanted”
ME:
“Who you calling turkey !
I'll have you smoked
Bloody nerve you (s)wine !”
WINE:
“oh you talk ..
Then try me with salmon”
ME
“someone going where ?”
WINE:
“not what I said”
ME:
“what now ..?”
WINE
“i am i said
the barman’s finest
Best with fish”
ME:
“wish for ?”
WINE
“Oh dear …
Waited on a rack
So long…
And now
I get you “
ME:
“ hic ..
Mind your own...
Business comma hic”
WINE:
“ I am the barman’s finest”
ME:
“how dare you call me
the crow’s nest”
hic
say
too many things in my mind
some times I know
how to express them
most times it is hard
too many thought going
on in my head
sometimes is tough to think
most time is hard to express
now I chose my blue pen
to pen down most of my
grieves thoughts and
turn them into poetry
from my mind
its not easy to see
what others don't see
rather see but silent
so I realise we living
a life of fear cos
in most minds of
the people there is
a lot to
say
say
I have traveled around
the world
just like johnny walker
I walk through a lot
speeches
I hear a lot minds
I see a lot opinion
made
I listen to a lot
spoken words
some words are knowledgeable
some words shows
life have given
us a lot to heed on to
yet life is still not easy
so in the world
there is a lot to
say
say
you have something
to say
that very thing sometimes
scares you
sometimes you are mute
sometimes you are brave
sometimes you are convince
sometimes you are deprived
sometimes you are controlled
sometimes you feel free
all just for a say
talk is cheap
actions speaks louder
than words
yet we are speechless
in our pains most times
with out actions but
too much words we got to
say
say
too much to say
in a world of illusion
but who cares to listen
too much to say in our
today civilization
but who owns the blames
too much to say about
our freedom
and that could short
a long life
too much words on
every lips of common
people
too much words on the
lips of the preacher man
too much words every were
yet words are not enough
to bring back all we lost
from yesterdays
every soul have a mind
so good or bad
every lips have a
say
There is no escape from strange morning whims,
when irritation causes numbness in my limbs.
Dawn has become an unwelcome nemesis,
rage for sunrise an uncontrollable genesis,
disturbing the peace of my silent reverie,
tormenting all that is felt as sensory.
I despise the chirping of hungry birds,
so intrusive as they sing in their herds.
Echoing like chisels chipping at my head,
feeling chained to the corners of my bed.
I seek no pardon for my profanity,
these moods are ***ing with my sanity.
I search for signs of positivity,
but daylight always triggers my sensitivity.
Mind slices my thoughts through dissections,
as I hold my head craving for soundless reflections.
Sluggish eyes with black bags and static lips,
cringe at the mirror as reality grips,
washing away a contradictive smile,
without harmony my life is too much of a trial.
Thinking f*** my life through censored cries,
I don't even have the strength to roll my eyes.
Is there a diagnosis for this prognosis?
Or will I forever be in this state of hypnosis?
I’m neither depressed nor suppressed,
in this cramped compression of distress.
I’m anxious attempting to figure it all out,
stumbling across worn voices begging to shout.
Those explosive beats from poisonous roots,
soften my crumbling knees like rotten fruits.
All I can think is,
“oh please, cut that crap”
battling my demons, before I finally snap.
As my mind bleeds like a demented creep,
I no longer require the desire to speak.
As talk is cheap,
can’t you see all I need is sleep.
To forever restrict my emotions before I weep.
Tired of being a puppet with twisted strings,
I hope these pills can tame my mood swings.
Nerves hang out at the idle pump
Gas don't pump itself thinks Mr. Rich
While Bubba plants himself out front
Like an un-watered flower in the sun
Picks his nose and spits tobacco
Scratches private parts at no extra charge
Snorts, “Talk is cheap.” “What-l-it-be boy.”
The idle rich don't speak hillbilly
The sun-glassed man points at premium
A finger is a dialect Neanderthals understand
Red necks preferred language over clicks and grunts
That comes with understanding inbred afflictions
Eloquently executed elocution with a simple digit
To replace the usual marbles in the mouth chatter
Chewed up words spit out as garbled
Not fit for consumption under a hot Texas sun
Who said anything about manners?
Mr. Sun-glasses just wants some GD gas
Not reptilian conversation
When you don't know English you pump
Petroleum comes from fossilized plants
Formed over billions of years
Why must we wait for man to arrive
Over eons for creation to take place
For the simple evolution of a smile
It's not like there is a line stretched for miles
To buy some petroleum products
From a creature covered in grease
Standing there with hose in hand
Wondering with his best laid plans
How to spell gas and make change
And how to propose to his cousin
Dawn hurls
Bird song greeting;
Morning light
~~~~~~~~~
Sleepy daze
Drowsy feel;
Wobbly feet
~~~~~~~~~
Mind groggy
Feeble feet glide;
Cold water aftershock
~~~~~~~~~
Black bird tryst
Window ledge concert;
Dawn psalmist
~~~~~~~~~
Bamboo pines sway
Rustle in the wind;
Breezy escapades
~~~~~~~~~
Listen now
Wind chimes amuse;
Random strains curl
~~~~~~~~~
Sit here still
Waiting impulse;
Words unfurl meaning
~~~~~~~~~
Burma votes
Perhaps for change;
People live hop
~~~~~~~~~
Signs tell
Deep dark story;
Massacres surreal
~~~~~~~~~
Wars show up
People die;
Fate is cruel
~~~~~~~~~
Some say
Talk is cheap;
Life is cheaper
~~~~~~~~~
Paradoxical
Man the beast,
Unveil the saint then
~~~~~~~~~
One by one
Lost like the others;
Even hope despairs
~~~~~~~~~
Voice clear
Choice steers;
War my dear
~~~~~~~~~
Beauty sighs
Truth cries;
Killing time
~~~~~~~~~
Faith hopes
Hope clings;
Love attends
~~~~~~~~~
Frolic here
Beyond despair;
Hope awaits wit
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
09 November 2015
Singapore
Talk is cheap
That’s what they say
Say what you mean
And mean what you say.
Words of wisdom
For what they’re worth
May or may not ring true.
Verbiage can appear as anything
Close or far from fact
One has to listen carefully
To be able to discern the truth.
Words can say anything
Anything at all
Words can act as high fences between
Or they can be the bricks
Building up broken walls.
Words, just like people
Can appear to have no meaning
They can leave the versions
of their truer selves
Largely left unseen.
The higher words appear to fly
The farther their meanings may fall
One should always read words with caution
And carefully read between the lines
That’s the only way to know
If it’s true words
That one is hearing
By the author's own design.
(November 13, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
1/18/17
Among so many rocks and leafs
As well as animals that squawk or squeak
Talk is cheap
Many things considered a dime a dozen
Like limes and onions
You're either with or against the clock
Whether it is continually making sense or not
At times it can all truly
Be quite the doozy
Frustrated with seeing cruelty
And people acting unruly
Along the way
Is it wrong to say?
Every dog has it's day
They can make glass from sand
So much became a flash in the pan
Whether or not there ended up being any cash in hand
With my own flesh and blood
I express my love
While I step and trudge
Through different depths of mud
Haste makes waste
Across this place in space
You may or may not have your while life ahead of you
Just remember idle hands are the devil's tools
Near and far from special sentimental jewels
Realize there have been many kinds of metals used
Near and far from different sea levels and pools
The outcome may have been preventable
If such things weren't placed on a pedestal
By: Dalton Ogletree
This won’t hurt me at all; it’ll hurt you.
The meek shall be buried in coffins of little worth
Don’t put off ‘til tomorrow what you can put off forever
Don’t call me. In fact, forget we even met.
Crime may not pay, but at least it’s exciting
Smoking is glamorous ~ so is dying
Larry Bird in your hand is worth both of George Bush’s
Rome wasn’t built in a day; neither was your bulging stomach.
Talk is cheap, especially when it’s you talking.
The rain in Spain is mainly a great big pain.
It’s either the wolf at the door or the three little pigs.
Worse than a worm in your apple is ½ a worm
Laughter is the best medicine, unless you’re choking to death
The sign said ‘No bikinis allowed,’ so I took yours off
Always eat a big breakfast, so you can work your ass off the rest of the day
Mares eat oats, and goats eat oats, but little lambs follow CDC guidelines *
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* CDC = Center for Disease Control