And if I wouldn’t see you there
I wouldn’t know the sense
Here comes the meaningless nowhere
Presenting its offence
Aren’t we just names imprinted by
A memory that fades
But then it suddenly revives
And I can see your face
There was a time for us to share
Our garden was in bloom
Then came that letter from nowhere
It flew into your room
It didn’t say the time has come
Though, on the other hand,
I felt that something must be done
But failed to understand
The clocks were chiming rather loud
The wind was blowing high
Last time we talked there was no sound
You sang no lullaby..
We are the darkened sky I keep
I never let us go
The coastal waters become deep
The seagulls fly too low..
The halo slipped and landed, in the hay.
The fox bowed low, then carried it away.
The sheep were counted; one counted back.
The wool stayed white; the ground slick black.
A wooden gift came from nowhere, bearing no name.
The gatekeeper smiled, with no one to blame.
Inside, soft footsteps danced with borrowed names.
Around the gift, their roaring fanned the flames.
The music hummed; the horns kept perfect time.
The fox and hounds perfected every crime.
Which mask was face? Which face had paid the rent?
The mirror winked, then claimed it never meant.
So lock the door, but leave doubt outside.
For even keys may volunteer as guides.
Question each gift that knows your name.
The brightest bargains rarely play, a fair game.
The inbox filled with some strangers dressed as friends,
Each knew exactly where any, and every, suspicion ends.
One showed my name before I'd written mine;
How long have counterfeiters, rehearsed that line?
The gift horse waits until celebrations start.
The fox still knows which strings to pull apart.
New masks grow old; old riddles keep their guise.
Deceit still knocks, once, twice—asks to step inside.
The Blue Mountains aren’t really all that blue
In the middle of the night
In the pale moonlight
They’re more of a dark green hue.
And here’s the thing
About Alice Springs
There’s not a spring in sight
But say that to a local
And they’ll call you a yokel
And probably want to fight.
As for the Great Australian Bight
There’s nothing to eat in sight
Looking around
Only rocks can be found
It’s enough to make one uptight.
But it’s the land of my birth
So forgive me my mirth
There’s no more precious country on earth
I was lucky to be
Born in this country
That stretches from Sydney to Perth.
Being bad when we should be good
grew up as kids playing childish games
running round the neighbourhood
calling each other silly names
having fun in my beat up car
went out as teens dating weekend nights
driving down the boulevards
looking at the bright city lights
must have been blind and didn't know
who it was I was looking for
'til I went all around the whole wide world
to find you the girl next door
way back when
we were the best of friends
and now
childhood sweethearts is what we are
after all we've come so far
childhood sweethearts mi amor
together now and for ever more
The name of my HEART is Wems
In its awesomeness I crave my poems
The name of my MIND is Henry
It is the great chef that cooks the story
The name of my SOUL is Temmy
Its charming grabs make the feelings foamy
My nature is Olábòsóyè
Through it I got my haye
My nomenclature is Wèmímó
In it I made my self an Arsenal of my armor
The grace is Oláolúwá
For its blessings, I mount any tower
Be inspired! Say your names
Tuff and Ruff, two dogs couldn’t bark
Owner took them to the park
Tuff was mauled by a Doberman Pincher
Who looked at Ruff, said “What’s your name sir?”
Ruff said “Ruff!” once, then twice
~ Pincher turned tail in a trice
Forget to pay the bills
Your wife calls you ‘genius’
Forget your wedding anniversary
~ She cuts off your p----
Beetlebum, what you done
Chasing a high on the run
Red spots adorn your skin like stars,
They burn out, arms, toes, and neck
Just from various black tars.
Horse crashes into those below,
There is no carriage, no smooth flow.
Money always runs tight, fear is high
The lungs, liver, and kidneys damaged
No matter, the goal is still to fly
China white, but nothing ceramic
Never inside, is there plastic?
No serotonin, synapses all fried
Stick the needle in, don't whine
Hope you feel the need to hide
Humanity is as an ocean, politicans
Create emotion..That indeed a
Wave might rise.? That they in time; can
Ride.' So before you choose a side..Think
How much blood and wealth and pride.'
Maybe.. Consider? Before you jump into the
Drink..Perhaps the better side.? Could
Well be in
Normalcy to bide.?
Somewhere, a mother teaches her daughter
to carry water on her head without spilling-
balance, she says, is everything.
In another country, a different mother
teaches her son to carry his name
without flinching when strangers mispronounce it.
We are all learning to carry something.
The refugee carries a photograph,
edges soft from touching-
proof that home was real.
The prisoner carries tomorrow
in the calluses of his palms,
counting days like prayer beads.
What if peace is not the dove
but the earthworm, turning soil,
making everything fertile again?
What if justice is not the gavel' crack
but the quiet hand that helps a stranger stand?
We build monuments to freedom
while forgetting freedom is built
in the small spaces between us-
the breath before forgiveness,
the moment we choose to listen
instead of turning away.
So here is my offering:
not grand words carved in marble,
but this-the admission that I am still learning
to carry the weight of your name,
your story, your right to be here,
as carefully as you carry mine.
He showed up IN a white gown
thundering with Mercy
AND a smile that
broke the sun.
He showed up nameless
and broken
like a diamond split
in half.
He showed UP
a " Tower Of Babel"
with no decipherable trait
except the
Universal language that He
spoke, ...
which is, LOVE !
let me love you again
in love with you in every way
in love with you in every way again
things you are
giving up
giving you up
i need to give you up, but i know not yet how
why can't i view you as a friend
why can’t i get over it
it’s been so long
addiction
my strange addiction
my favorite man
i hate you
i am selfish
i know you didn’t do this on purpose, but it has always felt like
you did.
what you did.
maybe you did it on purpose, and i am gaslighting myself
was that wishful thinking
do i wish for vengeance
why have you forsaken me
where did you go
i miss you
i miss you more than you will ever know
forbidden fruit
goodbye
i wish you knew
i wish i had kept you blocked
i cut myself on the same rusty knife as last time
now i want to be dead
it does not feel well
it does not feel well with my soul
it is hilarious to me that crib means home
that bread means money
that John means toilet
that Dick means
Well, you know
But I am not happy about what they have done….
to the name Karen
it’s how I pronounce my name
and it makes me sad.
Tiny Worm pen names,
accounts in poetry world
very clear to me
Name of hardship to life’s journey we gave,
To means that help move on, money we gave.
To loose change that’s today money the least,
What else? As a worthless penny we gave.
That which never if ever opened mouth,
To dumb mirror, nickname dummy we gave.
To love’s first journey of sweet memories,
Yea, you have guessed it right: honey we gave.
The best plans of men destined are to fail,
Life that fails nor is false, funny we gave.
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Ghazal |13.07.2025| life, journey, money, funny
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