Getting late,
friends calling,
car starts,
“Guys, please wait.”
Let people know I'm coming
before I enter,
let my perfume introduce me,
the rich man with expensive fur.
In the dark, the golden cap I see,
three sprays on my body,
frozen world surrounding me.
The echoes in my mind—
“Oh, I love this scent.”
The harmony of voices fills my ears,
the blurred era vividly appears.
The specific bottle held memories.
I stopped using it.
I felt someone's with me.
My brain'd spin, nothing else I could see.
The moments lit like flames,
deceiving my head,
the movie of the past
plays on the screen of the heart.
Oh, the way I always wore that—
every meet, every event,
the same compliment I'd get.
“It’s for someone special,”
I'd flirt back.
The days when I had to see you,
when I'd hope our distance's be on a diet,
I would spray that special liquid,
the magical moments it signifies.
Lights on!
My friend's red.
He grabs my hand.
The revision of the past just had to end.
“It surely takes a grievous toll
Near the end of snow-white roll” (by author)
My lifespan by default, bawdily brief,
Sadly signifies excremental grief.
From pristine white to shady hues of brown,
Crumpled or creased, crudely disposed aground.
Paradox: I’m the most needed token -
Yet most disrespected, tissue-broken.
It could be smelly feet but no, alas!
It has to be the dark side of an ass.
I don’t intend to make you humans blush,
But you waste me on your waste in a flush.
Thus my life on a roll, floating in vain,
Down the drain, down the drain, down the drain!
August 14, 2026
I've seen a ship in a bottle
and a barque inside a jar
how they got there I've no idea
perhaps a retractable spar
mariners made them
when all at sea
or in the doldrums
averting voyage-long ennui
what it signifies I know not
but there's a punt
in the bottom of mine
maybe an impediment
to catch sediment
when storing
or accommodate
a thumb for pouring
yet it does not improve the wine
Together at twilight,
Separated at dawn,
Two intertwined hearts,
Two souls lost in silence.
A bed embraces two at twilight,
As they journey into the unknown and unseen.
They arrive at dawn,
Sometimes before the first light,
Other times with the rising sun.
This bed accommodates individuals with differing dispositions;
Its size reflects their choice.
Their togetherness signifies a unity of purpose,
A testament to the strength of their bond.
Yet, a shared bed does not guarantee shared love,
As they wander through a wilting meadow.
What once glowed now casts a shadow,
A shared bed becomes a symphony of gloom.
The geometry of a shared bed does not nurture the garden of the heart.
The time set aside in life for friends, it seems to me, comes to an end in much the same way for many people – at any rate, I have never read or heard of anyone expressing surprise at this, but I have read several disappointed confessions, and rather verbose ones at that (notably by Frisch). And what do I have in common with this person now, sounds a rhetorical question, and the answer is instantly provided by silence. But what is even funnier is that the time set aside for oneself also comes to an end in a similar way. We cease to take an interest in ourselves, rituals easily erode meaning, life signifies only itself, and not just in moments of peace, but always, every minute.
resolutely or dutiful
firm and unwavering.
signifies unwavering loyalty
synonyms include
unfaltering, and constant
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her loyalty to me
provides me with a
comfort that is
best described as
a loving sense
of personal
preference
whatever souls
are made
of her's and
mine are
the same
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Disappointed
cause I thought you cared
it's unsettling cause
all the time we shared
finding someone else
might be bothersome
tommorrows a new
day a whole new to won
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take some time for me
keep me first
keep our love life strong
remember to put me first
I'm the number one
wanna hear you say it
I'm in love with you
I thought you should hear me say
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written by:El Nota Playa
Green and yellow,
Lime of sunrise before,
Orange in front,
Rhymes on the board,
Queen of Saba goes to North,
Cross with rainbow,
From Bethlehem to Luxor,
It signifies no slay, no rob,
Shoot the sheriff of sorrow,
Rightness of heart not wrong,
Notes are colors,
My song and psalm,
The road of hope,
God of love above,
I don't stop like arrow,
The sword one on one,
Icon of one vagabond,
The world around,
Stopping the pale albatross, this storm,
Like a contractor the Patriot,
But precise, Ivanhoe, more,
Gone and not gone,
Noe with the Dove.
nothing to say
yet restless in silence
the quiet merely perceived boredom
uneventfulness at best
a pause on auto repeat
with the mind rearing to go
where to and why at all
parody of Nirvana
longing for more here and now
ego inflation with a
misplaced puncture kit
Shangri la waiting to happen
a rainbow in slow motion
one step at a time
patient in gratitude
without fear nor entitlement
a gentle river flows without push
the pull of gravity signifies lightness
and being means more
than frantic disorderly movement
southern, technical wrestling style
a tech and grapple style. a
Spinebuster and DDT
as signature moves and
and a tough, tough demeanor
Becoming a world champion means
achieving the highest possible honor
in a sport or discipline, requiring
extraordinary dedication, talent,
and mental fortitude to be the best
in the world. It signifies being a globally
recognized winner of an elite
international competition, and for
many, it represents the culmination
of a lifelong pursuit of excellence
and a profound sense of achievement.
widespread respect and admiration felt
for someone or something on the basis
of a perception of their achievements or quality
Old men
see death
more clearly
When young
all life
is blind
The magic in
that voice
who calls
In
salutary
rhyme
Old men
embrace
the knocking
That
signifies
the end
Their souls
intact
for travel
Their
legacy
befriends
That road
beyond
tomorrow
Where
posterity
inures
Awaits
the man
who braved the storm
And leaves
this world
— secure
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
Monument alone
Signifies memory, home
Rest, visitation
Defined rows, sigils
Communal solitude, rest
Dearly beloved
Granite silhouettes
Populate the shrinking span
Reminders of loss
Legacy in stone
Life beautifully engraved
Everlasting love
Grey skies without sun
signifies seasonal change -
old dogs sleep inside
Extreme heat signifies an era
For the people who live in denial
That it is global warming
While the heat from hell solidifies
Itself throughout a variety of
States and countries
The heat creeps into our bodies
And brains creating a fog that
Keeps us in a neutral zone,
Wear our thoughts are unclear making us
Quick to anger and our patience short
We cannot blame nature for melancholy of the autumn
Leaves falling down the ground
Decay to enrich the soil for feeds and the fertility of the forest
It's us isolated to our world of the human ignorance
Excluding needs of the world that food feeds us with love of the flavors and colors
And fantasy
Knitting is for grandmas
They knit colorful fluffy scarfs for us that say I love you
We wrap them around our necks and taking a pound dog for a day out heading to autumn forest
We smell wetness and comprehend processes of the nature
She teaches us this I need
I require
Dog strolling ahead and behind
Occasionally approaches us when we kneel near a interesting plant and touches our cheek with his wet nose
He makes a circle around us and signifies this is defended and safe
After a walk we return home and drinking hot beverage and eating kibble
We love when it rains this kind
The Sun gives all of us light,
And we all do for it fight,
And it also provides us heat,
Making darkness - Retreat.
The black hole is for us the traps,
Which we may fall into for travelling against our lives' maps,
The heat taken by a Comet to land on Earth,
Makes its beauty double the worth!
The Planets rotate around the Sun,
Silently and together in their own orbits,
This signifies working together as a group,
To bring back success to our troops.
The Moon when hidden makes the world dark,
Yet it does not complain about the eclipse,
When possible it gives us its light,
Making the darkness too bright!
The Stars are far but still do twinkle,
Taking away all our pain and wrinkles,
Their beauty they still maintain,
Even from that distance- As they are one of a kind!
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