Perfect O’s
Bright smiles form lipstick O’s.
Operatic brunette and blond bonding.
Vibrato’s and vibrations shining.
Holding notes in guileless breath.
Shimmering shaking, shoulders and hips.
Nineteen fifties blue sweater and plaids.
Saddle shoes and necklace pendulums.
Sweet sounds reverberating exaltations.
The music of the deck could go on and on.
Their premiere performance sends me
To pearly gates and beyond. Crimson O’s
flying like angel wings welcoming paradise.
Build up of crescendo waves, body curls.
The ebb and flow of flowery pearls.
Knees bob and hide under yonder skirts.
The buttons show but little of their tilt.
Toothy wins, white and innocent, impress.
Pure and wrinkleless faces, precious steps.
Operatic brunette and blond friendship.
Perfect smiles hold bright opulent O’s.
Destiny connected the unknown souls
At the time,with no plans and goals.
The depth of love was unknown
It grew with years,to others, unshown.
By and by,the emotions felt real
The match was perfect, the bond...ideal.
The feelings sparked,the same in two
Every moment lived together, was just so true.
The promises were real,just in place
The happy souls were there,each other to grace...
The commitment from both,although seemed real
The forever bond,still lacked the permanent seal.
Over the years,although together
The memories are there,just to treasure.
The eternal bond,is still a puzzle
One wonders,if ever,the fate will dazzle...
Pristine pink pumps press
past the pale pine,
Placing poised pirouettes,
perfectly prime.
Proudly, she pauses, portraying
pure grace,
Pacing the platform, a phantom
in lace.
She spins sweet symphonies,
swift, soft, and still,
Soaring so splendidly, showing
sublime skill.
Silken skirts shimmer and
shadows start sliding.
Is what we have all too good to be true?
Is it too much I want to always be with you?
Our love reminds me why I shall carry on through.
Your voice, your smile free me from feeling blue.
Am I really unfairly expecting too much,
When I say I always need to feel your touch.
As much as I want you here every day and night;
A weekly basis makes us fonder, so it's alright.
Is what I feel for you, what you feel for me too?
Are you the one for me, and am I the one for you?
I realized you're the one my soul was waiting for.
I just hope you also feel we have met before.
Am I right to feel we are the same rays of light?
Am I right to feel I cannot insult you in any fight?
Is it too much if I say you're perfect in every way?
For me, you are my safe harbour in life's bay.
An epitaph
Equivalent exchange
Perfect fear is a wolf beside a cunning hunter, it showers
The lapis lazuli flowers and bowers cowers
The huntress of the night storms the stores
The gray moon athena adorns Ra golden door
So silent is the mouth that perched the moon
Aside here is set beyond any true ghoul
after perfect storm
array of colors blend
touching land and sky
After every shot,
Unsure what's real or not.
Worries she'll be caught...
She was not who she was taught.
Lost herself to every thought.
You’re walking now
in perfect paradise,
your vision restored
like never before.
You get to be with
all who have gone before.
No more pain.
No more suffering.
Your memory lives
in each of us,
in the stories you told
and the time spent together.
We cherish
each of the memories made,
missing you here on earth,
but we all know
you made it home
to live eternity
in perfect paradise
with the Lord by your side.
In the house of many mansions
We know you’re looking down on us
from heaven up above,
watching over your loved ones.
We know how proud you were
of all us kids
and your grandchildren too.
We love you, Daddy,
and we will miss you deeply
until the day we reunite
in perfect paradise.
Watch over Mommy
as she goes on
without the love of her life.
Send her little reminders
every now and then
to let her know
your love will never end.
Goodnight, John-Boy.
Rest in peace.
"Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father's house has many rooms... I am going there to prepare a place for you." — John 14:1-2 :::
Written for my father who passed away June 7th 2026
used to refer to as we said goodnight.
All these little flaws
That you see in my design,
Can you get rid of them
If they’re so easy to find?
I’m not perfect, but I’m horribly designed.
All these imperfections built within me
Only keep holding me back from
Being the best person that I can be.
I wonder if I can give you the keys
To control my thoughts and actions,
Create the perfect me that can please.
Maybe there’s some worth in that.
Reality keeps slipping through my fingers.
I can no longer see what matters to me.
It might be best for someone else to take over.
I’ve done nothing meaningful with these hands of mine.
The darkness where I can fade into calls me.
I could take one more step and be gone.
I don’t have to worry about how I was designed,
Because all the imperfections will disappear.
Ever sit forever on the can
as your backdoor ran, spoiling your plans
Or fall asleep at the keys
type a zillion zzzzzzzzzzzzzs
Eat a sloppy joe with your fingers
Leaving plenty for the ants who linger
Forget your cap when it rained
Ruining that new hairstyle once again…
Join the club of the ‘less-than-perfect’
of us who admit it, there is surely no surfeit
Winter cold bitter
Escape icy elements
Ruby red warm fire
Embracing the home sweet home
Illuminating loves light
imperfectly perfect,
I've embraced management since birth.
Broken family,
lucks that are bad,
An imperfect you that is enough for me;
I wish I am for you.
Your smile is how my happiness is triggered.
This is not the end it'll be okay.
onion, tomato,
swiss cheese and miracle whip
on honey wheat bread
Creek gurgling over rocks.
How, Just, Perfect,
is that?
many mistakes made
learning curves are best teachers
finding the right path
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