The kids all long for Halloween,
and know it's shortly Bonfire-night,
around the corner, Christmastime.
The shops have toys for Christmastime
beside the squibs for Bonfire-night,
near creepy stuff for Halloween.
Choose Cath'rine Wheels for Bonfire-night
and get the cards for Christmastime,
while picking sweets for Halloween.
Shop now for Halloween, Bonfire-night and Christmastime!
Time flies by slowly, steadily... it is like
there is nothing worth rushing for.
Yet every second feels suffocating,
every minute feels longer than the previous.
Waiting slowly kills the feeling
of everything that might, for an instant,
make the day brighter.
Counting the passing days one by one,
suddenly the way it used to be seems
extremely far, distant.
The angst is pulling at every nerve,
playing with every thought,
that perhaps all there was
is slowly going to fade away.
Yet a promise, a few words shortly said,
keep my heart surprisingly at ease.
My sanity strains to survive,
but what can I do,
when all I long for is
to hear your voice.
Through life, I learnt things about you so much.
Through your faith, God and I got more in touch.
Only shortly after meeting you, did I finally realize
Loss of former loves was a blessing in disguise.
Through life, I was learning, yearning, dreaming.
I recall dreams: it seems it was you I was seeing.
Before you, I was missing something, someone:
I never knew what, until our first date was done.
Through life, you were taught and loved very well.
Due to your faith, God empowers you with a spell.
After you had learned we are of similar mind,
You took a chance and realized I am also so kind.
Through life, you stayed loving despite betrayal.
You don't have to be alone holding in every tale.
You were looking for something you lost long ago.
I was looking for you, so I will never truly let go.
"That's it! I'm going back to my cave!"
I scream like a 3 year old child,
Asked again to go dark and private,
How miserable.
Nights of the soul are an ominous place.
Necessary and beautiful yet unfashionable ,
Combustion and deflation shortly after,
How beautiful.
Exhaustion before radiance again,
So repetitive yet unpredictable,
Magic glimmering through the chaos,
How cyclical.
Cogs stopping before speeding,
Wave after wave our lives flow,
Roller-coaster in walking shoes,
How Human.
The hearts I have broken,
The wealth I have lost,
The mess I have made,
It is like I have been living for 300 years.
Oh! The heart is crying out,
the soul guilty, my mind racing,
hopelessly, knowing amendments won't be granted.
I am the lost son of the lost hope,
Sliding on a sea of complications,
Wishing to fly with my fins, dreaming of clouds
but there are always new clouds above the clouds.
Unsatisfied, I learn to laugh.
I laugh with my fellow fish
who learned to draw breath above the sea,
and who stopped crying under the wetness.
I rejoyce, for I am the son of the wind,
blowing away merily but briefly,
no matter how much I carry on my path
I will one day cease and be lost,
remambered shortly then forgotten forever.
"The next train will arrive shortly."
Amidst the crowd,
We place a final period on one another.
The moment I chance upon a kindred soul,
Unconsciously, I watch your footsteps.
Awakening for a brief instant,
Reflected in the train window,
Her visage—
Was merely the ancient groan of the train.
"Woooong"
We heard a rumor but did not know if it was a lie
Because it came from a very unreliable type of guy
He said the Christmas faerie was bringing new things
To put on the tree, he thought they had rings and slings
The Christmas faerie arrived shortly with ornaments too
They were colorful and pretty adorned in gold glitter glue
She told us never to listen to that old gossip Master Jim
He’s always been a liar, she said, no one can believe him.
never over your
white-washed smile
words watered
with vibrant fragrance
fables
which filled my ear
linger clearly
as if they were now
shortly spoken
fateful flesh
fallen into nettle
&
burdensome briars
that since settled
at this whole heart
how had you found me
was I a litter of scrabble tiles
first, you spelled me
further, misspelled me
later, dispelled me
bad homme
burying sunlight
in bridal lace
& hollow vows
which vassalized me
chastised me
minimized me
& unmasked you—
solitary white
rose that bloomed
between those teeth
tumbled
& withered swiftly
in the wayward wind
never over your
basilisk-breath
black velvet tongue
threatening my life
scrambling joints
ruining sweat & tears
as every pore runs
red
becoming a river of blood
-
a place I'd rather
not be
I was waiting for you for so long.
I knew from shortly after our start,
It is with me you fatefully belong.
Your love reassembled my broken heart.
I studied things you very early on in life knew.
I knew rebirth and star readings are real.
With my soul as old as yours, not much is new.
I know it is when I am with you, I truly feel.
I felt when we met, it was somehow a reunion.
I felt I was meeting an old friend after ages.
I talk to you as though we are in communion.
At times, my soul recalls how we were sages.
I was learning about you for years and years.
I learned how to love and understand you.
I also learned to overcome many taught fears.
Our love is part of good karma long overdue.
You know a man is Bored of Peace
When he chooses to unleash the beast
Of weapons and military might
And celebrates it all with a UFC fight.
You know a man is Bored of Peace
When his hands look like he’s got a disease
When he falls asleep during the day
And says “obeying me is the only way.”
You know a man is Bored of Peace
When the cost of fuels increase
And he really couldn’t care less
That you and your family have so much stress.
When a man uses his position in office
So he and his family can increase their profits
It’s corruption at its highest to say the least
Then you know that man is Bored of Peace.
*President Trump established the Board of Peace to promote world peace shortly before he and Prime Minister Netanyahu launched attacks on Iran and Lebanon respectively.
the professional explorer will be along shortly
Do not stare, he is kind of a stereotype, said my pal, Portly.
I had no idea what that meant until the explorer showed his face
It was Indiana Pones Penguin, I welcomed him with some grace
This poem is going to end shortly
which is why I feel such pressure
to say something.
After a few years, I visited an old friend at his
Office. He was not there, but I was informed
That he would arrive shortly. I waited, and
Waited, and waited until I could wait no longer.
I left my friend a message with words that
He would understand from one who' had
Ground older and learned new lessons
Of life. Message: "In years of not so long
Ago, I waited more on men and less on God.
I have now learned to wait less on men and
More on God".
The paths I have troded;
The places I have tasted;
The people with whom I have been treated;
The purpose of which I have been presented;
The plans that I have been assigned to execute.
My Lord and my life have been good to me;
Giving me cause for much gratitude.
I have walked in shoes crafted just for me,
Carrying me above and beyond, to points
And places both familiar and otherwise.
I was never afforded a life without pain,
But granted one more than filled with change.
So I adjusted and when required, changed lanes.
Through pathways both broad and narrow;
Traversing twisted and rugged roadways;
Leaving me sometimes feeling lost and lonely; But always belonging and evermore fulfilling.
The void was my home for a billion years.
In a few more, I will be returning.
The prospect of my absence induces fears,
but it should not be all to concerning.
There will be no more joy, but no more tears,
and no more heartache or hopeless yearning.
These last decades, I've felt life's painful sting.
but shortly, I won't feel a bloody thing.
Though, this poet will no longer exist,
and I will not have this identity,
my constituent atoms will persist,
and they'll be released, to be wild and free.
My friends will soon be gone. I won't be missed.
Here's my final message to my debris -
find other uses when my body cools,
and embrace the void, my dear molecules.
In my happy place your heart still beats
And I can wrap my arms around you
We can laugh like kids, 14 again
Telling dumb jokes and breaking rules
On concrete under skatepark sunsets
With a half-broken speaker and junk food
We sing and dance, free from fear or stress
And we don’t go home when we’re supposed to
I get to see you every morning still
And call you when I’m upset
You’ll ask me “who do I have to kill?”
I’ll smile then shortly forget
I had a dream I saw you once more
On the bleachers with our friends
I broke down crying, sobbed “I’m so sorry”
And you just took my hand
You held it tight, said “it’s alright
I love you and it’s not your fault”
I clung to you with all my might
Knowing it’s the last time we’d talk
In my happy place your heart still beats
And we never say goodbye
I get to tell you everything I didn’t then
Like I love you and I’m by your side
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