She’s gone, never cry
Whose eyes smile, living in peace
Cherishing every moment of my pen
Seems she made me a victor
This reality all over my face
Standing tall
Behind my beautiful friend grave
Soliloquizing pain
Screeching in my heart for years now
Upon my father's demise,
Something inside of me died.
It took years to realize,
As that something was in disguise.
It fought hard to remain on the inside,
But it was mine, not his, to decide;
To decide that it would no longer hide.
A younger sister exposed it; not I.
In 1963, it shut down inside of me.
In 2003, my sister's comment set me free.
In 1963, when he passed away in May,
There was nothing of him I had to say.
Until 2003, subconsciously, it stayed that way.
But at a family reunion, it was forced to exit,
Revealing another view. And I was introduced
By a younger sister to a father I never knew.
No one lies awake at night,
wondering where I am,
or why I haven't called.
No one fears losing me.
No restless heart waits,
To hear my voice.
No one notices the silence,
When I'm gone.
I was never the place
Someone was afraid to lose
Or wanted to be
Never home.
I could disappear quietly
And their world keep turning.
My chair empty
My name unspoken
Maybe eventually--
Someone wouldn't even remember
Someone was once there.
The cruelest part isn't being left behind.
It's realizing that...
No one would notice
I was never there to begin with.
So I sat smaller
Quieter
Easily forgotten
A shadow
The heart no one longs for
An absence
Even before I am gone.
Fountain of youth stems from pizza,
Okay, dude, playing Mona Lisa,
Understand my devotion,
No need to swim an ocean,
Touch therapy can be fun,
Atta boy, you're my number one!
I think you're kindest ever seen,
No way I'll be a drama queen..
Out of bed, into a rhyme,
Friends forever through all time.
Your garlic carbs are a start,
Out of sight, but full of heart,
Universal star king on your throne,
Tempting you are, cheerio on phone,
Hottsie tottsie, you're never alone!
The boy named Never,
Was diabolically trained,
To never say never.
When asked his name
In public or in private
He simply shook his head
While all other subjects
Flowed like a fountain,
Overcompensating with a
Tenor terse and desperate.
Never Say Never
Never say no to the moons in pain,
never kill the caged dove.
Turn off the alarm that kills the birds —
you are the one who can save them.
I hear voices asking for life,
I hear whispers, I hear cries.
I will not stop, I will listen to them,
because I am the one who cares.
They are alone beyond the sea,
I live on the northern sea.
I will never say no, I will listen to their voice —
that is the only help from my side.
"Never say never," said Gran, tying my shoe,
but I was six and certain.
"I will never ride a bike,"
I said.
Training wheels came off in June;
I fell, I bled, I rose then.
By August, I was all wind,
and Gran, on the porch,
never saying "told you so."
never is an absolute
just as always is
making a promise using the word never
is a foolish thing to do
how many hearts have been broken by someone
saying they would never leave the one they loved
war, divorce, and disease can deliver grievous blows
to those who are told
the inevitable lie
of never
Mother once told me to trust a man is like giving your life away on a silver platter.I didn’t understand at first, but as I got older, I grew wiser and more understanding.Soon enough, I saw what she meant, but I ignored her—a fatal mistake that would undo me.My husband impregnated me; I had a daughter, then a son.I tried to teach the same lesson my mother tried to teach me to my daughter.I swore I would never become like my mother; foolish mistake, for I have to say never.Now I see why people say never say never.
Mother once told me to trust a man is like giving your life away on a silver platter.I didn’t understand at first, but as I got older, I grew wiser and more understanding.Soon enough, I saw what she meant, but I ignored her—a fatal mistake that would undo me.My husband impregnated me; I had a daughter, then a son.I tried to teach the same lesson my mother tried to teach me to my daughter.I swore I would never become like my mother; foolish mistake, for I have to say never.Now I see why people say never say never.
Through my past, it was kind of strange...
I once never felt a need for change...
My father always told me
“Never refuse a challenge.
Take each opportunity
To broaden your horizon.”
And, all through life, I’ve tried my best to follow his advice.
However hard the task may have been, so far I’ve never said never.
Last month I was persuaded,
Against my better judgement,
To jump out of an aircraft
And parachute to the ground.
I wish now I’d said, “Never,”
The parachute malfunctioned.
And that’s why I’m sending this final poem
From six feet below the earth.
Is it possible to grow out of it?
Is it possible
To be big enough for favourite meals
And snack trips?
The taste never changes,
No, In fact it grows sweeter…
Is it possible
To be serious enough
To not chuckle at jokes
Which were silly yet hilarious
With nothing but
The sound of laughter to compete?
Is it possible
To be bold enough
To forget the eyes
That held yours when
All your worries came spilling out
No matter how shy you were
When you met them the first time?
Is it possible
To forget
The coffee meets
That turned into lunches
And walks —
Into all aspects of life
Despite being in a time crunch,
Waving it off like it was no big deal?
Is it possible
To grow out of
The very feeling you called home
Which were mostly hearts
Of the wonderful people
You had known once
But lost a little
Every passing day?
Is it possible to grow out of (that) yourself
Without the agony of losing
The never lost?
a single word oath
never
doesn’t last
swear it
by those empty giant nuts
for what’s more powerful is our beating heart
if fate jokes
a bow and arrow bend swerving at right path
so save the last corn
before a fowl could swallow after a snatch
Years have passed since we walked this shore,
Kissed by countless waves and more;
Embedded are your footprints still—
No tide can erase, nor sands can fill.
Months have passed since you left this room,
Yet still there lingers your perfume;
Embracing each corner, a trace of your presence,
A cherished reminder of your enduring essence.
Weeks have passed since I last heard your voice,
A recording replayed in memory and choice;
Each word you spoke still echoes clearly,
Like a whisper breathed into my ear so dearly.
It was just yesterday when I last saw you,
Through a framed smile, your face I knew;
I can still trace each speck and line—
A face that will never fade with time.
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