sorry for running
when first I should master the art of walking
sorry for loving
when liking you should have been foremost
sorry for wanting
and showing little patience and understanding
sorry for expecting
more of your time than I’m entitled to take
sorry for exhaustion
another round, another pint, another short
sorry for passion
when you’re not inclined to kiss me back
sorry for believing
this could be or could have been something
sorry for doubting
what could have been perfect, sublime
sorry for nothing
and everything all at the same time
sorry for missing
every point you ever tried to put across
sorry for submitting
when I should have striven to work this out
sorry for everything
that didn’t make for a perfect you and me.
3.4.2019 2.22am
I graduated with honors at medical school,
And wished to settle in my own tradition
No frivolous girl deserved to be my wife, life’s cruel,
I wanted the best that was my ambition.
It was always a desire that my love will be unending,
So that when I give my heart it will be completely
A character that despite all, ‘twill be so befriending
A pleasing lass that can only show her love so sweetly.
In this restless world marred by heretic modernism
True love that I always wanted, is oft ended before it began
No one of those I met cares about reciprocal altruism
Life on the campus took the semblance of a game plan.
So when I’ll finally meet my true and only love
It must, like it or not, be something enduring for ever.
I have to find an endearing cooing caring dove
A lasting marriage success will be our endeavor.
I met her on a small hill where she fell upon the moss,
Together we hobbled to an inn where care was tended.
It was love at first sight and my proposal I put across,
We talked and ideas exchanged, all was truly splendid.
Thus I decided that she was to be my dearest wife,
Had she but refused, would have been the end of my life.
Sure are the benefits of forgiveness, we all know—
All major belief systems say so.
But in actual life it doesn’t seem to happen.
Instances of the German holocaust or crucifixion,
Don’t they our hopes flatten?
Take The Lion and the Mouse, an Aesop’s fable,
Where forgiveness is the moral put across the table,
As it leads to reciprocation.
But the pleasure of getting even is out of all proportion,
And will readily have postmodern approbation!
If one were to put the benefits first in this ethos,
It’d amount to inviting pathos.
Prudence is to regard such an episode in life’s drama as a scene;
Not as the climax should it be seen.
If there’s no direct reciprocation,
Sooner or later, there’ll be indirect reciprocation.
And the benefit takes your route—
Just as the dog’s tail should follow suit!
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posted on November 1, 2017
As the old proverb prevails, " love comes unexpectedly"
hyperthetically speaking,exactly what happened to me
hurting decieving initially, then having to lay my cards
ending an eight year relationship,unspeakably so hard.
A feeling of selfishness,that i needed to explain
to make her see true love i found,obviously causing pain
i didn`t jump in to this,with my blinkers on
knowing that the pain inflicted, was definately wrong
But looking back in hindsight,i wouldn`t change a thing
the love,happiness and caring is what my Skinbob brings
i didn`t really get a chance, to put across the full tail
i had to explain the full issue over in an e mail.
I have no regrets at all,i did find my soulmate
we`ll be together forever,with memories to create
inseperable together,our siblings flown the nest
now i will do my utmost, to give my love the best.
Frank Herrera`s
Contest Name The CrossRoads of your Life
Evening has quietly tiptoed away on slippered feet
Houses up and down the street are silhouttes
A garden looks white, washed in moonlight,
And the faint sound of a train whistles through the air
leaving a trail of melancholy longing, resounding in the dark.
A table had been cleared of all traces of dinner
and has now been set for breakfast
Doors are locked, and a
screen has been put across the glowing embers.
Two golden laboradors
in deep slumber, are curled in their baskets by the back door
The house settles
as the momentum of a busy day
winds itself down.
A mantel clock is ticking, and the refrigerator is humming with comfortable familiarity
The moon slowly makes a shadowy passage
through the windows of each room,
as it puts the house to bed...
And today becomes tomorrow...
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