My bestie friend has gone away
taken away that faithful day
I can't believe you are really gone
why you go and left me alone
I guess it was time according to God
I cannot shake this oh my God
I just saw you not that long ago
that faithful day you were alone
I feel so lost I dont believe it
I cant even go to see your mother
if I do I know I will cry
I dont want her to see the redness in my eyes
Its been two years I still feel sorrow
Im so lost and wish I could borrow
the strength of someone stronger then me
As I write this I still hope you will remember me
Until that day I will see you around
push the last of the dirt from the ground
one last breathe
one last tear
I miss you my friend
especially when Im still here
Descending, ascending, moving along
The streets, where I walk every day
Maybe it’s right, or if it would seem wrong
I’ll tell you, if you’d come today
Since nobody asks me, it can’t be a problem
I might have a robotic perception
Acting accordingly to the program
Which gives me the only direction
To follow the way that is chosen for me
Including that I can sit down
And ask you, my darling, what for I’m left free
What’s the point not to see you around?
I’m going on break just until XMAS
There’s much to plan for a trip & all the fuss
This is not a break-up, oh no!
Because a break-up means I go solo
It wouldn’t be me— it’s you I love to follow
talk every day, in my tears I shall not wallow
And I’m not one to delete all my poetry
and give no reason for it and do it soley
for the other poets to ponder wherefore or why
as though a swan song shy
Or just up & go away
without any words per se
leaving you to guess what has happened
My friends, this is not the end
I won’t let anything stand between us
So, see you around or after XMAS
they came to honor their fallen comrade with pride
every one of them had their own unique Harley to ride
He was our brother, our kin, our cousin, we loved him too
Sixteen of them spoke before the celebration was through
A celebration of life, then he was buried with his bike.
They all had something wonderful to say about their good friend Mike
They headed toward the clubhouse that was right down the road.
The only one who stayed behind was their newest member, Toad.
I did not know you well, he said to the coffin as it went into the ground.
But when I get to heaven, I hope to see you around.
Bliss
a phase where we are continually happy
where those people
who are routinely making your relationship
difficult are eased with the promise of one
reaping the rewards of a successful endeavor.
when the stage is set and those who wish you happiness
can know longer narrate or meddle in
the two Lovers lives.
When the ink is casted
let the honeymoon began.
She bought both her flute and oboe
on the honeymoon.
She had me crawling on my oboes just to
get next to her.
Every time I started smochie hoochie
she blow the flute.
I kissed her cheek and she blow the oboe.
I had to get a sing with her to stay outta trombone: I bassoon it's
part of the honeymoon phase. Being inspired and all. But staying interested meant staying in tune
but hat's all n the Bliss of romance.
It's all about romance and being romantic!
The Tip on Table Seven was from the Guy I told this
Story too. He to was
on his honeymoon.
The Gal's went outside clownshow.
Too many insect out there for me
I came inside! She out there in
th Gally get-up: Dudes lookin all up on her:
Let me get out there:before she start
smiling up in somebodies face!
See you around man!
I'm going crazy
without you here
I see you around
I feel you near
day after day
year after year
I wait for you to come
and take away my fears.
Jessica
See you in the next future life,
See you sometime on the other side.
Butterfly
Oh little lovely butterfly
Look at me with sparkling eye
Crossing fields in swift cool breeze
Flying over beneath the trees
I can see you around me fly
Look at me with sparkling eye
Touching the flowers with a bliss
Soft petals of flowers give you a kiss
Where are you ? Here am I
Look at me with sparkling eye
Fly like birds ascends descends
Children catch you in their hands
Who will tell me ?Where you die ?
Look at me with sparkling eye
White blue yellow black and brown
All your colors in French, Greek town
Every one love you, never feel shy
Look at me with sparkling eye
Why does your memory haunt me like a ghost
I see you when I wake up
I see you around the park
Back in the backwoods with your pretty little smile
You taunt me, teasing my heart, pulling on my strings….
Until I trip over myself
Falling and settling down right next to you
Laying in bed with you
Wanting to touch those beautiful red lips
I’m wanting you, you girl!
I’m honest
I’m loving
I’m full of adventure
Covered in mystery
Take me away
End the haunting
I thought to write you a love poem
and then thought, words need a
little more – so I thought to paint
you a blossom...then thought, a
picture needs an actual scent charming
enough to explore. So I got you a
Corvette, you became the ride of the
town – seldom to see you around…
I think I will think less
good riddance and God bless
But Cuba does not have blue-eyed men, they have brown.
Well he is lively and fun a drummer who knows how to get down.
Are you sure he is from Cuba? Oh, yes, and he just came to town.
I went to watch him on the bongos, wearing my favorite purple gown.
You have such a sparkle, a pizzazz, and a lovely sound!
He appreciated me. Said “Guess I’ll see you around.”
Such a gentleman in this town is rarely found.
And believe it or not, his band had a terrific sound!
I was inside a hut
Didn't see you around
Looking like a nut
Wondering where you're bound?
We talked about this
What time and place
We didn't change to miss
The spot to see each other's face.
It should be raining today
Weather forecasted the other day
I'm here waiting
While you're somewhere sitting.
I'm calling you
Your phone behind you
Not answering my call
Mumbling over my call.
Then you arrive
One hour later today
I left the hut I drive
Five hours away this way.
Now you're weeping
Standing on hut's wet floors
I already cried and thinking
Forgetting your word above the doors.
Doors I left wide open and set
For you to see how raindrops came in
Inside the hut where we first met
Make you realize rains are my tears that went in.
I am the raindrops
On wet floors you're standing
They are not tears of sadness but joydrops
Of me, behind the hut, watching you and fonding.
You turned around
And saw me with extending arms
For you, I'll always come around
With your faith in me, I'm in your arms...
Forever.
Have you seen the rain?
I can be your rain forever
Rain to keep you wet out of pain
Wet, but not cold, to keep you loved ever.
I am A Night Owl
By: Noel N. Villarosa
June 4, 2022
Staring long at the laptop
My workplace is quiet
Active and mentally tip top
I am an owl that flies at night
Night sorting and engaging that way
Was a man deep in his thinking
Working with a good employer that will stay
Energy peaks naturally in the evening
With refreshed curious eyes
I cast my shadow on a resting morning lark
I took over his time taking calls on the rise
I make a living, if not in the dark
I am alone in my room
It’s just me and the moon
If I failed to bring you where flowers bloom
At the end of shift work, I’ll talk to you too soon
Everything is going right at night
It only takes a search, analysis, and brilliant call
The right approach will make me see the light
Finding matched criteria, I can relate them all
You are much like me, I guess
We have ups and downs
But would you pity more, or we say less
If there’s nothing to offer, I’ll see you around
I will watch you in the dark while dreams run
For the only place that fits my work
I work from home, closer to my loved ones
To feel the breeze reveals another dawn to spark
Also posted on my LinkedIn account.
Thinking to much is not good.
Good for you Heart.
Heart envolve in Flames.
Flames from the Fire.
Fire of our Heart.
Heart that beats much.
It's not enough good.
Good day's are Tiny.
Tiny when you want more.
More than just one day.
Day of Wonders.
Wonders like you.
You are the Wonder that my eyes see.
See you around me.
Put me in Flames.
Flames that envolve me.
Me and You.
You are Toxic for me.
When I said get lost and you refused
Act like you’re innocent play it confused
Telling your story which is simply untrue
And I’m not believed what do I do?
people believe what they want to believe
And they don’t hear me so I’ll gladly leave
Social approval you’ve lied to succeed
Seeking attention as is your need
People believe you will find out in time
Like all those before who know that you lie
Lies are only ever a temporary disguise
Unknown at first but the people grow wise
You are dishonest and cannot be trusted
con people at first but always get busted
You are a blagger but not to the stranger
Time goes by and they judge you stranger
If I was unstable you would be in danger
But I’ll gladly see you an absolute stranger
I said I’ll see you around
Because you lie and let down
And you still do that all around town
What goes around comes around
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