What if they aren't mine
What if your words aren't for me
That's what scares me
Morphing moments of the seasons;
shifting winds blow from the north.
Feeling chills and seeking reasons
for the changes coming forth.
Ebbing tides seen in the oceans
leaving shorelines dry and bare.
Moving slowly through the motions,
trepidation in the air.
Clouded skies add to the darkness
on this bleak November night;
in the dim I feel the starkness,
symptoms of a pending blight.
Turning pages on this journey
closing in on chapter’s end.
Morphing moments of my lifetime;
working days I now expend.
November 7, 2025
Poet's note: After a 52 year career of crunching numbers, I have decided to move on to the next chapter of my life... retirement !
Her nervous heart in jitters
her next decision would determine their future
~ Not to be taken lightly
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Ships On The HoriZon
Clear The Harbo(u)r!
The HORIzON
Shouldn't Be
So High And
NEAR.
-Gray Squirrel
07-01-2025
There, on the horizon
looms a darkness,
this uncertainty,
an unknown,
the future, inevitable.
Daunting,
imposing,
inexorable.
Fated to suffer,
forecasted pain.
My outcome
resides in the hands
of those so skilled.
I hope the day we go
I'd have cried all my sadness
and I'd have understood
what now I don't
and that we'd look at each others eyes
without ressentiment or fear
without any pending business
with only love...
Jessica
A life is pending on the earth.
as it is a dream of mine.
It is not necessary that he be a human.
A flower can also hold a dream.
A river can also make a scream.
But yet, it's so sad that there is
partiality in every way, whether natural or artificial,
but it's taking place.
Why there is difference in each and every way,
we do it passionately, supporting it indirectly,
and still making a hope of synchronicity in each way.
The butterflies of colored dreams
want to make friends with flowers.
How beautiful it is to see this so close.
What if there are no enemies?
Only love exists here and there.
What if we made beauty in our behavior?
Vanity vanity of peace, making a law of love,
love as a key to justice.
It is a hope that has been and has been so long of a butterfly??
I aghast viewed the evidence..Palpable obvious formerly
Not imagable now so excrable, i felt sick deep inside; felt
Nausea as a tide.)) Stand..' I felt the need to denounce'
So I decide..To announce' this tyrants, term it should be
Decried..' Removed..' All access for him strongly denied.! No
More government funds that surge in a co-inside and hide
A week or so goes by..I read more; on the constitution and
I think 'oh my! ) this must have been of my own mind; volition??
Not of God as I had thought? For the constitution says
His seat is most safe..I must be wrong.' Then I saw a certain scene on the street
A man responded to trudeau, I don't respect you. Oh no.'
A few days more on, A crowd drove him from a hotel along.'
To a restaurant..He had to leave they were strong.' My mind whirled so it was thinking it is
Gods wish!! Shortly after this the petition came to be.' almost
500,000 was the quota to see.! Then last week his own mouth he
Himself, condemned, I acvise that God is active here my Friends..He intends to turf the galah; from his foetid nest..Soon.'
The news will his loss assess; and all may then after address.!
Courts oblivious, on blissful high,
Poor plaintiffs on a long wait die,
The system still stays put
On same age-old input,
Mothballed, the pending cases lie.
Perfection, a vague search,
Totter in wobbly lurch,
Load of cases on deathbed lie,
The price paid for delays sky-high.
_______________________________
Happenings |11.05.2023| justice
Poet’s note: Research reveals that some of the oldest cases are pending for over 60 years, almost a lifetime of an average plaintiff. One might feel, a less than perfect justice is better than the perfect one that takes such a long time. A limerick here tends to lament the pathetic realities. One may note: to bring home its point a limerick tends to exaggerate and so need not be taken on the face value. This is the fourth in the series: Your slip is showing, Milord.
The freedom which will make her attitude strange, is pending
The time when in my disliked acts she'll engage, is pending
The new constitution makes unlawful every pleasure
The death for which ropes now we have to arrange, is pending
Marriage will be declared as unacceptable pact
In near future, among boys girlfriend's exchange is pending
This soothing breeze wants to make me sleep on the driving seat
If I'm going to drive - on us - a deadly prange is pending
Our excessive intelligence will leave us abnormal
On our mental confidence - a quick derange is pending
June 18, 2022
Bamused of searching for pearch,
Where there is no despondency,
To find saint in living.
The more i search,
The more bootless i found.
My heart became lonely,
Depression follows my path,
Courage became tedious to divulge,
Being my only sterling grants,
I became pessimistic.
Wandering around irrationally,
I met a charming Angel.
Bosom with beauty, and
Glowing like diamond.
Hmm! An Angel from heaven.
My hormones arose,
Hope seems to be back,
Courage seems to be summoned,
Depression seems to evacuate,
But, loneliness proves stubborn.
The angel sanitizes my heart,
And quarantine my emotions.
The Covid of my life,
As the beauty surpasses 19.
Wow! My eternity virus.
Her refusal locked me down,
And placed in isolation of love pandemic,
For weeks.
Loneliness proves stubborn,
My greatest grants.
Who have i offended?
And placed in Excruciation.
My love in pending .
Days, months and years,
Adoring you, will be my coach.
Alimi Abdulkabir's poetry.
As the night wait for day
And light give lighted way
And dream goes awake
Give right tune to my day
My moral goes new hike
By the inspiration of her eyes
Her view fill me like lighted sun
Inspire me to touch new hike
Now my life making new shape
My emotion goes flourishing
After achieving your delicate touch
I got fragrance of your love
Now I am ready to view dream
And wanted to touch roses of love
It is now depend on you
Accept my pending proposal
P eace denied for profit and idealism
A dmiration for false leaders
N eighbourhoods run by gangs
D evotion manipulated to be misunderstood
E nlightenment set on fire
M ovements become violent
O pportunity means take
N ormal is never enough
I nsight means you started it
U nite is a riot
M ajority fifty plus one could be expensive
I may not be alone,
yet know how lonely it is to be alone.
A spectrum of less visible light.
Desperate for message on a forgotten phone.
You see other people,
in love or friendly congress.
In disgusted annoyance you scoff,
secretly craving their more over less.
Pacing the halls of your house,
looking for what's been lost.
Unexpressed emotions,
filling solitary days off.
Life feels so empty.
Display cake with no flavor.
Depression drains your energy.
Excitement quickly loses favor.
Not realized until too late,
connection is a universal.
Even to an introvert,
exist no compassion, no survival.
Scribed words on a page,
may not warm your heart.
If that's the case, understood.
Then burn me, please and thaw your parts.
Just as long as you hear this,
Ill leave you to yourself.
I empathize. I realize.
It hurts being left on the shelf.
Only advice I dare to give,
Is no advice at all.
Just that if I'm around when you trip,
I promise not to let you fall.
-Angel Fatale-
on stalactite tip
droplet to let drop; or not
a stalagmite stalls
Note: A stalaCtite grows from the Ceiling
A stalaGmite grows from the Ground
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