Yes, there are times now and again
I'll look back and remember when
you were mine for a little while;
you always could make me smile.
You were my Fabio straight off the cover
of the romance novel I read over and over.
Our love was so strong, it was a natural high;
the kind that's guaranteed never to die.
But just like my book, it came to an end,
And we just couldn't get it back again.
No matter that it broke my heart,
it was too late; we had to part.
I'd never had to make it on my own;
but I soon found I liked being alone.
Though there was no more you and me,
I wasn't looking for someone to see.
I mean, come on, I couldn't replace you!
Now of course, we know that's not true.
But things aren't like they were before;
I'm not that same girl anymore.
Last time we talked, it wasn't the same;
no butterflies when you said my name.
I couldn't think of anything to say,
and I'm pretty sure you felt the same way.
Still somehow we've managed to stay friends.
At least that's something that'll never end.
And yes, dear Ronny, every once in a while,
you're still able to make me smile!
You will know these women when you see them
The ones full of beauty thats nice and slim
It puts you in disbelief every now and again
These women think everyone wants their man
Name brand clothes, weave and makeup tells lies
Pretty on the outside with pain hidden on inside
They try so hard because there is fear within
It's a daily struggle for them and a fight to win
It takes alot for them to try to hide their pain
Sadness basking in their glamour thats in vain
They think every woman wants to be like them
Going by titles such as diamond a precious gem
They always like to be watched and to be seen
The main ones full of attitude and always mean
They crave jealousy and want to be admired
Always smirking at men but want to be desired
Their insecurities they try their best to cover up
It's difficult with their tight pants up their butt
If they give you a dirty look or roll their eyes
Keep in mind their insecurities will die with time
I do enjoy imbibing a vintage libation
now and again (and again, and again)
but when I thought I'd bought
the best bottle of Bordeaux money can buy,
then looked at the label on the back,
before pulling the cork, I nearly had a heart attack.
'Characterised by a great body,' it stated,
'velvety cedar and hazelnut texture,'
but my taste buds went unsated,
'with an intense deep ruby red colour,' to summarise,
'possesses exceptional aromas of cherries,'
and much to my surprise,
'with hints of vanilla, blackcurrant, raspberries,
cassis and tobacco which reveal
a long, chocolaty finish and a good mouth feel.'
Altho' this above-average beverage may in time be fine,
I'm truly convinced no grapes were unduly harmed
in the making of this wine!
Daffodils have bloomed again
I wish I could send you pictures
But your in a deep sleep
My love wandering through
The heavens above
Now and again I feel you
The music box that never
Played will erupt in a song
And I just miss you
Yesterday has come and gone
If we could but relive
Change what once was
But then my heart would
Not feel like this
Lost empty beguiled
No one can fill your
Void within my heart
Nail walking down the street
Carrying a bagful to fix something
For the master who owns my dreaming
Storefronts lolling sidewalks asleep
Night quiet jazz, Erie, PA
The endless road breaking cartons
Locked doors being kidnapped jumping
fences getting spotted running away
Dreaming snatches of words in the air
Fine milky jazz boots on a roll a train
That passes at 10 a,m, cars with their vapor
Mist the chuga-chuga sound of a boxcar to
No-where the rattling of walls when you are
Alone hot tea Lorrianne in a skirt a poetry
Reading in N.Y. moving out with only the
Shirt on my back going down,back,out, taking
Chris to the mermaid bar covered in sand, no shoes
Living nearby close to the sea, changing
Having enough cool to chill sand enough to scratch
That you never itch life that you're full
Digging the Diz and jack going, back going, back going
Because you want to/needing nothing' nothing but a little
Taste now and again just being free doing it instead of it
doing you
Oh, every now and again
In sunshine or shower of rain
My angel and I play this game
To hide utterly until night came,
And no matter how hard did I try
Life seems to find me by and by.
Often I hide behind my sorrow
turning my back on tomorrow,
Then wallowing my days in grief
Yet life finds me in a time brief.
When it was my turn to find life,
I found it a much arduous strife
She hides behind the rising sun
luring me into having some fun.
Weary of angel’s flirtatious ways
childish pranks, her silly plays
I just gave life a second chance
how my angel sorts to enhance.
there is only so much a person can take
only so long a person can wait
no more heartache filled days
its time to go our seperate ways
after 10 years i thought we could
still be friends
but no this taking me for granted has to end
i stood by you no matter what live threw my way
i was always there to listen every day
my loyalty as a friend remained the same
but in my toughest time you turn round to say
i will call you now and again
so its time for me to go
and find friends anew
now we are like strangers
so many lies and decipt
i guess after all
i never knew you.
the truth always comes out in the end
cherio my old friend.
God has better plans for me
and that's not to wait around for you
for this will never be
like the sun i rise
no tears in my eyes
bright and shiny
this new journey i begin
freedom galore
so many blessings to come
just round the corner
so much is instore Amen
cherio
Jeremiah 29:11
11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Amen
The rusty swing set
sings in the wind.
It hasn't seen much use
Since we were children.
Nineteen sixty is when it began.
My older sister Flo
is a mentor and friend,
she is twelve and I am ten.
We loved that swing set.
so, did our friends.
Weel never forget that
it was aqua blue then.
On the yard swing
We could Climb, fly, and glide.
Like a bunch of monkeys
on skating ice.
Little bobby jumped off tumbled and cried.
So, we all got lectured about circus rides.
When were together,
We all laugh and smile.
Flo met her Beau,
When she was nineteen.
And Many folks know.
She is due in the spring.
I see us in the sunshine
now and again.
And the rusty swing set.
Yet sings in the wind,
A large green iguana fell out of a tree
onto my head.
Ohio has no invasive Iguanas.
I don't smoke anymore.
Right in front of me
a speeding red van killed a woman.
I have developed an allergic reaction
to all kinds of blind spots.
Latterly,
balding eagles have buried their memories
under symbolic windfarms.
Since moving to where I am,
the mail truck arrives far too late
to do anything about it.
I used to leak over sterile tabletops.
Now and again, a thin lifeblood still drains
through systemic digital aqueducts.
Upon a time, I considered following the ways
of an autonomous wildebeest,
no matter,
an habitual herd instinct
led me to drink from only shallow waterholes.
I have reconsidered.
Ever since,
a rung-less ladder gets me high enough
without the use of heel lifts.
I choose my socks carefully.
Dogs howl, people also,
that moonful yowl is a sustaining thread,
a link to soul.
Most folks beat the bushes
looking for God knows what?
Only those who've done with howling
get it -got it - know it -
they've got that sustaining thread,
even so, now and again,
everyone’s still got to bay a bit,
just like any other dawg,
even so.
There's a sleepy little town on the Mississippi shore.
Not many people live there since... well, not anymore.
Townfolk tried to keep it a secret, but as secrets go,
rumors run swiftly, like a river's current they flow.
The way I heard it told, there was trouble on the coast.
A party was going on and someone was making a toast,
"To the wedding couple," all raised a champagne glass,
then a scream was heard coming from the dune grass.
A startling discovery was made, one of human leg bones.
The curious few of the lot took pictures with their phones.
They must've been washed ashore in the recent hurricane.
Some thought the remains might have been of one slain.
It's been twenty-three years since those bones were found.
Every now and again, another is exposed by a digging hound.
A weathered sign saying, 'Bone Beach' is half buried in the sand.
And just last month, a tourist found the skeletal bones of a hand.
Off course I avoid you.
Why would I want to be around a blood hound
sniffing around - looking for faults.
I know what and where my faults are
because I keep slipping into the same ones.
You bloodhounds may have good sniffers
but the eyesight not so much...
or you would have noticed
that my faults are not as wide as before.
I try every now and again to stitch them up
to stem the flow of blood.
I've got some bloodhound in me also
that happens to be my biggest fault.
I can see your faults are a bit wider than before
Have you misplaced your needle and thread?
I wandered and pondered my bleak isolation
As I slowly perused this wide open space
That one cloud above me seemed, like me, quite lonely
Its passage was slow as it matched my own pace
And then I saw poppies so tall, red and bold
I wished they were daffies in yellow and gold
The lake in its vastness reflected the skies
And sprinkles of sunlight beyond that lone cloud
Peppered the ripples with myriad eyes
And led me to feel like I walked with a crowd
While unopened poppies stand tall with bowed heads
They’ll stand even taller displaying their reds
Could there be any more precious a day
I all at once yearned to be no other place
With sunlight and ripples and poppies that sway
I found that a smile had enlivened my face
For such a sight might make an old poet gay
(Which one should interpret the old fashioned way)
For oftentimes upon my old sofa lain
I reminisce of all those poppies so red
Their petals occur to me now and again
But gold hues hold sway in my head
Though poppies, that day, cleared my mind of its ills
I still wish that they had all been daffodils
-For Hades, the crow
We put you up high so the cats can't get you,
But it is futile: you will die anyway.
I know Death must come to all
But he has been forced to your side too soon;
And I know you are an omen of Death,
But even you cannot escape it.
I hope that when he sees you—
Lying there in your broken body
With your broken leg—
That he takes pity on your frail being,
And picks you up and holds you tight
And kisses you all over so that you may feel loved
For a final time.
Around us, everything lives:
And it is so quiet I can hear a slug
Trailing across the plant pot.
I am sitting here with you placed carefully on my lap,
And I watch you gently preen your feathers
Now and again. I watch the birds in the sky and I think
How unfair it is that you are grounded,
Unable to fly, whilst they take it for granted.
They say crows can remember faces
So, maybe, when I die, I will see you again
And you will recognise me;
Perhaps you will show off your new wings
And I will get to hold you once more...
But, for now, I watch you sleeping;
I watch you breathe—
I hope that you feel safe with me
And I hope you feel some comfort
Whilst you die.
For so long, I wondered my life ‘neath the palms
A tropical climax to gild golden years
Each breeze would embellish my thoughts in the sun
I never imagined a context of tears
Though beauty surrounds me in floral bouquet
In hues that are married to sunset and wine
I can’t help but ponder the path I have taken
When leaving behind everything that was mine
The memories are haunting as life lies before me
Still promising sunshine and skies always blue
But nowhere do catalogs count what is missing
Not even the sunrise through palm trees will do
Well, yes I could pack up and sail away homesick
And try and go back to the life that I knew
I guess I am living just what I was promised
I’m certainly having a day that is blue
Every now and again, that old homesick bug bites!
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