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
A facade of course
fakeness oozes from smirky smiles
plastic hearts, inserted in those
with no backbone
easily offended when truth is spoken
birds of feather
pay heed
a wise expression
I much prefer the deeply flawed
whose empathy always shines
no matter their pain
colorful personality additions
of vibrancy and kindness
not toxic rats of disdain
If I had to describe her persona in one word,
It would be real,
The romantic kind of real,
Not the real that says,
What you see is what you get.
The real that begets unconditional Love,
The often frustrating kind of real,
That is genuinely caring,
But independent to a point that takes,
A heap of non-interference,
A strict adherence,
To Unconditional Love being the only point of
reference,
One that asks for patience,
And a total lack of offence.
The kind of independence,
That a shovel will not budge,
With only time able to give her that nudge,
Which is needed to open her eyes to,
What unconditional Love can do,
To lighten her burden.
And make her see independence in a new light.
An independence though still intact,
Less exact,
Open to saying the occasional yes,
When help from those with unconditional love in their hearts,
Is offered in a way that is full of tact.
And empty of tacks,
That in the past has caused her to have panic attacks.
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