I am like the giving tree,
ready to tear myself apart,
letting him seep into every fragment of me.
I carry the weight of him—
swirling in the depths of my stomach
at the mere mention of his name.
If to love is to truly know,
I’d spend every waking moment
memorizing each gesture,
every reaction he might show,
just to prove my devotion.
I’d offer my life and death
with pride swelling in my chest—
never hesitating,
never second-guessing.
To exist solely for his love,
even if it leads to my end.
I am the giving tree.
Standing where shadows meet daybreak,
I've been seen—and unseen—a thousand times before.
The familiar angles of my life
cast in predictable patterns across the floor.
But what if—just once—the sun shifted?
What if clouds parted differently,
or night fell from another direction?
The parts of me you recognize
might be invisible to someone else,
while the fragments I try to hide
shine brightest to a stranger.
See how the ordinary becomes remarkable
when bathed in a different light?
I've spent years learning the contours of my reflection,
memorizing which angles to present,
which shadows to embrace.
But maybe I've been standing in the same spot too long,
afraid to see what happens
when the light catches me off-guard.
So illuminate me differently.
Let me stand beneath unfamiliar stars,
or the gentle glow of a question
I've never been asked before.
Because in a different light,
I might discover parts of myself
I never knew were there—
Dormant colors waiting to bloom,
stories etched in places
I never thought to look.????????????????
Daisies and sunflowers
dancing in the seemingly endless field
Sitting with you
the grass waving underneath our legs
The golden sunshine rays
washing over your face
Memorizing this moment forever
I said to no one
Will I remember you?
When the curtains of my eyelids moved slowly, your face arrived before the light,
As if the dawn had learned from you to gently and gracefully dispel the night,
The night spent all its prayers for this silent and divine moment,
My hand traced the gentle contour of your cheek, and time paused for a heartbeat.
Your serene smile blooms on your lips, and I understand what it means to be blessed,
Then those innocent eyes, restless from sleep, slowly open and look at my hand,
As if memorizing the warmth, the presence, binding me to this moment forever,
The soft touch of your lips on my skin is like moonlight kissing the waves.
Like a traveler finally reaching the long-dreamed shore, at the end of a journey,
In that silent and sacred pause, I realize with profound clarity that there is nothing more to seek,
I have already found all I ever dreamed of, in this moment where time stops,
And I understand that happiness is here, now, in this place where everything completes.
Start by memorizing
Two English words everyday
Know its meaning
Know its part of speech
Know its usage
At the end of the week
Make an assessment in memorizing them all
If not all, at least you have ten words remain
In one year, at least you have one sack of English
There stored in your nut shell.
Ratman is busy
so very busy
spending most of his free time
accumulating things
building his nest from life's little messes
he works hard
so very hard
to keep family on the dime
to keep his mind on the sundial line.
Ratman is an actor
a very fine actor
primping his hair
memorizing his worn lines
but nobody cares
nobody cares.
Now he's built a great nest
at the greatest expense
but the cats aren't impressed
licking their paws -
sniffing for weakness.
the ratman is bleeding
the ratman has bled
nobody noticed him
balled up in his loneliness
of his great paper nest.
the ratman is dead
the ratman is dead
nobody came to lay him to rest.
I want a girl who rides with me on Sunday mornings
Because everything about her says take me to church
Curves make me yell preach
We a little late but she says a queen always arrives on time
The service is touching my heart, but I keep checking my watch for the time
Because I just want to touch your soul with my lips
Honestly your body has become meditation for me, and I just want to say a little prayer in the comfort of our home
Your walls a sanctuary, sacred, symbolizing the synchronization of our holy matrimony
You look so good in that dress, but my favorite part is letting my teeth undress
You,
Got me on my heels in them heels but I’ll still have you speaking in tongues
Tied like my bow tie, slick in these pants but never slacking
Your body is a sermon and I’m ready to preach
Memorizing every curvature like the scriptures indeed
You’re aging like fine wine
I still marvel at the congregation of you like I’m admiring a sculpture in marble
The shadows, the reflected light, the message of your art reminds me of a Sunday
If she takes you to church turn to your neighbor and say,
p.s. Amen…
In the memorizing firelight flicker
comes rebirth
as the valley of Crocus flowers
becomes a corporate castle of skyscrapers
the taller the better
The middle of Croydon
once of offices
has seen it possibilities light up
like a condensed can of milk
The ill afforded indigenous
are shied away from rent
replaced by a smart set of commuters
with a whiff of disdain
for the ailing amenities of Croydon
The guilt of the urban class
I have a story to tell
It knocks from deep inside;
Is well made up,
Spiced with all pretence
And built with all the lies.
I want to tell people,
How I have moved on with life
After the betrayal that-
Shook my once bold heart;
And took all that I had.
I want to motivate them,
That life goes on pretty well-
Even when those we treasured,
Choose to let go of our backs.
There is this story,
Of how I get him in nightmares,
How I forgot about him,
And how really happy I am now;
But I owe my heart,
A confession to let out;
That while he left me,
I loved him the more;
For the courage he had-
The guts to break my heart.
I dream of him every night.
I'm a light sleeper today,
Because I think about him most of the nights;
And often sleep in bits,
Memorizing how he was kneeling before me,
Saying he was sorry for leaving me,
Taking my hand and asking me to walk with him,
All the way throughout his remaining life;
Which all was in my dream at that time.
I want to tell them the truth,
That it hurts me acting like all is well,
When the fact stands firm,
That I miss my former man,
Who I chose never to call my ex
Because he never was my man;
But someone else's.
Praying for Reincarnation
David J Walker
David is someone else and
I am merely playing his part
Memorizing then repeating
His lines
That I would never say
Stumbling over mistakes
Begging for retakes
Hoping I stay
In character
Throughout the passions play
And then
Play the part better
On another
better day
David is someone else and
I am merely making a start
To my life
Within his skin
Lighting a candle
Praying for reincarnation
Again
And again
He read her like a book
as her wistful words poured forth
from deep within the pages
of her tender seeking soul.
He lay mesmerized
as her paragraphs spoke
softly to him, luring him
so deep into her soothing spell.
He gently held the precious volume
in his searching hands
while memorizing each and every line
that danced across her parchment pages.
He perused her thoughts
so deep into the summer night,
word by word, as he sought
to understand the secrets of her soul.
He caressed the palish pearly pages
as her wistful whispered words
tenderly touched the fantasies within his mind,
fulfilling all his dreams,
until the light of dawn began to break.
On this summer night
he read her like a book…
again and again.
August 1, 2022
Poem of the Day - August 3, 2022
First study well to earn enough knowledge
Use the acquired expertise to get a fine job
Even though many without any qualification
Become prosperous using their unique skill
Of course, many great men became famous
By dint of hard-work and non-stop toil only
Later they were recognized for their greatness
But, we must not ridicule the conferred degrees
Only when we qualify ourselves with fine records
Our dexterity in a particular field is endorsed
As a result, that itself acts as a recommendation
And we then are sure of a very good employment
Reading, learning, writing and memorizing may
Prove to be a highly boring task, but the profits
That are going to benefit us must inspire us
As that will take us to a prosperous life-style
So, never grudge that you are asked to study
As that action will make you a respectable soul
All niceties will reach you one by one gradually
A great future will be awaiting you to give mirth.
Women in my Family…
Our only family that’s left
Mothers all are we
Elevated in the blessed
Nurturing of our children and
Inspiring them to be their best
Nice and kind to others
Making sure they know the Bible
Yearning for them to dwell with God
Family includes all races and creeds
Allowing for religious diversity
Memorizing the teachings of Jesus
I was taught this way and
Like my mother our traditions stand
Year after year, forever
6-14-22
~First Place~
Women in my family Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
*The first line of the poem belongs to Ellen Bass: Women in my family
Anecdotes all arousing my head
breathless begging to be your best
carefully caressing your caramel skin
ditching the deep ditches of dolor
enveloping the ever-present eerie aura
faithfully faking the smile on my face
glamorizing the greatness of giving
helping the halos of doubt in my head
idolizing your individuality and independence
joking about jumbled thoughts creating a jittery feeling
kites of your kindness kindling a wind
loving every little thing you do
memorizing the many lines on your memorable face
not caring about nefarious nettles that pierce me
ornating odysseys of our past
picturing a perfect picture of us play
questioning why I ever had quixotic questions
rising ricochets of rampant tears
setting sails of the ship of our love
touching thoughts twisting in the air
utilizing every unexpected moment we have together
vacillating the value of valor
wandering eyes over the warm waters of your eyes
xenial relationships and the feel of your xilinous skin
yearning for the youngblood of yesterday
zoning into zeniths of zeal
i never want
to be in the comfort of another
its not on my list todo
i want to look in ur eyes forever
and know its what you want
dreams of beauty
in a future so extraordinary
an rare.
holding ur hand
hearing ur laugh ,
i couldn't ask for more
cause id have it all
that filled in the holes.
just ur presents is a honor
ur smiles is a cure ,
memorizing it is
to die for .
you are my reasoning
to wanna wake up
to continue life thru.
you give me hope of happiness
no so much in days of blue.
i wanna thank you
for being my world
life my wife.
theres more for us
instore then you know
this aint the end
we must make it go on
dont give up show me there's more
show that this love is worth
working for .
i love you till we grow old
my future is yours
if you let it go on
you'll never have regrets
hold are memory's dear.
there wirth nore then gold
please what ever you do
dont give up on me and you .
cause i promise you there is more .
You just have to let it .
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