Watercolor Cat, Watercolor Cat,
You are the most wonderful Watercolor Cat I have ever could dream about,
And I wonder, my friend Watercolor Cat, and admire you perplexed and mesmerized,
Tell me, how you know and how you do that you stand up straight and mastered this dignifying posture,
Like a masterpiece,
And these yellow eyes, like sunflowers, while sitting on a such big stone, on a such long road
When you are not a red cat, or white, and not even lost, but
Just an easy touch of lilacs that comes with the sunrise and leaves at sunset on the shores of volga,
My friend, Watercolor Cat, when I see you standing up like this with all your pride, sharp years, and flying tail,
You suddenly are the most blue-yellow cat in the sky, like you swallowed the sun with your wondering eyes.
Why do you wonder my dear friend, watercat, why do you wonder and look like you are waiting for something wonderful to happen.
Tribute to Russian painter, Elena Verzilova, and her family,
Moscow, Sept 2022
My daughter Nadia
loves to give hugs
to her dad
Like when her dog died
and the cat run off
with her doll
One night in Winter storm
she came running
too afraid to cry
The howling and shrieking
of the gale force wind
and the lightening
They had taken away her
resolve but never
her hugs
My daughter Nadia
loves to give hugs
even at times
like these
what I need is a good friend.. like a companion...
one to see my tears behind my smile..
one to understand my pain in my words..
one look for me when I am not seen...
one to listen to me when I freely talking....
a shoulder to lean on when I am slipping...
one to give attention to my every single thing..
to know where I turn.. and what I am really seeing ..
someone to know me from the head to the toe in my body..
someone to talk to me when I call..even for once..to answer the phone..
I really do need someone like me..just simply me...
who will see the tears behind a smile..
who walk thousand miles to see the smiles..
as you asked me what I want from you and why..
I need a friend..a companion to share my life till the end..
so will you be able... do you think you ever want to be
that friend and companion in my life until till the end??
Dilu D wijegunasekara
30th of september 2019
Oh Nadia,
How art thou fallen
The one time star angel, now sullen
You were covered, oh Nadia,
A darling to many, oh dear
Glories and honors covered thee,
So coveted, of many a degree
Before art thou fallen oh Nadia
Before art thou this sullen oh dear
Your glories many celebrated
And your honors many narrated
But how now art thou humbled
In that great fall that rumbled
Oh, Nadia,
The star angel now lowered
Oh, dear,
Once strong pillar, now a coward
Oh, Nadia,
you beauty made our headlines
as your news met no deadlines
Oh, Nadia
Star angel sullen and fallen
The beauty, fallen and sullen
I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this world. We live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past, and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we die. I also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..
Thank you, and my your God Bless you
John E WordSlinger
For you, it was day one.
You came to the city,
to follow a lead.
From the Land of Pharoahs,
to help those in need.
The light blue flag,
flown to protect.
Ripped and tattered,
like and old rag,
without respect.
July 20th, was the day.
At 2:14, the world came down.
Dark and still, like the night.
We found you where you lay.
Stone by stone,
the tomb came down.
All stopped,
for you we had found.
A white shroud,
to protect and send you above.
Silent prayers spoken aloud,
burden of the world.
Salty tears streaming down.
No name, no photo.
Who knew this woman
from afar?
I learned about you from others.
What little I knew.
It was I who called yur mother.
The hardest breath I ever drew.
Ma'am, did she work here?
Was there a mole?
A silver necklace?
Yes, it's her.
I'm sorry.
How do you say?
Yes, okay, thankyou.
Disbelief.
Uncanny relief.
Just one more thing
before you go.
Which bell do we ring?
You tell me child.
Does it really matter,
now that her spirit is wild.