So, the pieces will not fit like they’re supposed to
So, the puzzle isn’t looking like it should.
So, as usual, you bang it with your hammer
Though you know the use of force won’t do much good.
So, you rant and rage and scream and pout and pace across the floor
Then you wonder why my suitcase stands there ready by the door…
So wrong!
So wrong!
So long!
So, the trip won’t justify the destination
So, the means won’t bring you your desired ends.
So, it’s better, in your mind, to just stop trying.
‘Tis much better to just break than try to bend.
Why do you place me mentally in the box called enemy
Just to wonder why I dream of breaking out and flying free…
So wrong!
So wrong!
So long!
So, you’re begging me to stay while daring me to up and go
Then you wonder why, so late at night, I’m sneaking out the door.
So wrong!
So wrong!
So long!
We say: "So long",
not because goodbye is kind,
but because we hope,
time will hesitate,
before being gone,
before until rings shut.
We stretch our longing,
so thin, so long,
it begs its time,
to delay its gong,
'til after the last bell.
We trick our leaving,
until it forgets to go,
betraying the staying;
left in the swan song.
Time keeps the till.
Love keeps the change.
One counts what is leaving,
The other what is remaining.
Both wait so long—
'til the till clicks shut.
So long ago you left my perfect world.
You were fifty-five- I was thirty-two.
My broken heart that day became unfurled!
How could this ever happen, losing you?
Dear Mom, I've missed you by my side each day.
It's been so many years since you've been gone.
You never saw your grandkids grow to say
that they have grandkids too to love and fawn.
Yet, through these years, you often came to me-
I felt you by my side so many times.
Your spirit up above, so hopefully,
enfolds me in your arms, to see the signs.
In time, I will find you beyond the stars!
Reborn togetherness will then be ours.
Never imagined retirement would be so fabulous !
my mother keeps asking why Dad is taking so long
The speaker is my friend Belinda, who is about sixty-two
I see Mom every Sunday, she tells me.
She seems about the same each week.
Not better, not worse.
Her mother has dementia.
“What is he buying there?” Mom asks me.
“Why is he taking so long?”
I used to tell her that Dad died months ago.
But then she had to grieve each time.
Now I wonder along with her.
Sometimes I guess what he might be buying.
It seems more kind somehow.
Had a funeral for old stilettos today
Piled them up in a bag to give away
My toes rejoice at the amicable divorce
Happy to escape aching feet of course
Missing only the the pro of added height
And feeling sexy only for navy neon night
Red bottoms traded for my comfortable shoes
Better for my health with only pain to lose
Gary the gargoyle crept out of his crypt and up the side of a wall
From there he could see that the villagers were no kind of tall
He knew even with pitchforks and hoes they would not scare him
What too you so long? Asked him sidekick, a ghoul name of Jim.
I thought they'd start calling me Missus Vanzetti
When Fate heard this, he laughed
Beheaded my dream with his black Excalibur
I sit by Bartolo's grave, sprinkling it with petals
Whispering my dreams to his spirit
My diamond ring, it gleams brighter than hope itself
Maybe he'll grab me by the shoulders, shake me awake
It'll all have been a nightmare that rattled my brain
Money, thoughts, and gifts can't bandage my wounds
If this doesn't get better, I'll be the one in the morgue
The one with people surrounding me, eyes wet and wide
Flowers placed and candles burning bright
If only they saw Bartolomeo like I did
The saint who lifted me out of my gloom
But since he slipped from my shaking hands like sand
I've been the only one by his resting place
A life stolen too soon, killed by prejudice
That should be in my arms rather than my thoughts
Blessed is the waste of time
There’s no special goal
I can stare at the sky
Till it starts to fall
Then I close my eyes and see
Through the clouds you smile
Saying so now you are free
Free to live and die
Tell me, darling, what’s the time
Think it’s quite the same
As it was, when you and I
Kept our little flame
So it must be late at night
Let us sing our song
But you’ve gone, gone out of sight
To where you now belong..
Precious little love remains in this world,
humanity has given up,
so we will go from when we came,
and demons run amuck,
it didn't have to be this way,
no really it is true,
all you had to do was ask,
we'd given life to you,
so we will take all thats good,
thats love and all the life,
and leave you here forever more,
theres nothing left to save you see,
so have it your own way,
hate and strife and jealousy,
these are your lot now,
so never look into the sky and ask or wonder why.
I was the offspring of two farm kids who fell in love.
They both were up at four a.m. to do their chores.
Five o’clock would have seemed like a gift in their childhoods.
So, they gave me that gift of “sleeping in” until five.
I did not have eggs to gather, a cow to milk or feed to spread.
But I did have a slew of chores, and this was not a request.
There were three of us kids, we still get up at five.
I text my sister at 5:05 and she asks, “What took you so long?”
Five a.m. is our regular wake up time.
We could get more things finished before school than a teacher.
hoeing, weeding, raking….
in the dark? We had a streetlight, didn’t we?
One time I said to my sister “why do we have to be busy every second?”
She laughed.
We were farm kid’s kids, she reminded me.
I texted her at 5:01 today and she texted back “been up since four”.
Its so obvious. Ah fool in love sets themselves up
Its very clear to. For disappointment
me. Ah broken heart needs more
If you know what. assurance
Love is. If you really really love me
You could hear it's. Find ah way to show me
Sweet melody
Harmonized for
The ages
A celebration of
You and me
Love keep us
Together
You know I am gonna
Do my part
Trust in me
This comes straight
From MI heart
But if you still
Need that assurance
I'll dedicate my love
You do the same
It's for us
Tell me you love me
If you really mean it
I'll buy the ring
You all ready seen it
Take my hand
Love me forever
Promise I
I'll leave you never
Your needs unmet and, too, mine equally
fulfilled,—I s’pose it’s best to leave this where
it stands.—what other course could feel as fair?
But deep disturbances in mon esprit,
increasingly violent unto me,
(as roaring winds and foaming omens) stir
tidal wave emotions without compare;—
breaking—in terrific fatality.
My heart adrift,—stranded soon on your shore,—
beats weak, throbs sad sobs, sniffles back such tears
of torrential regret...—and for what?
you?
Really, need I lament—this dullest score—
the abandon of your tempestuous fears?
No.,—if I capsize now, I never flew.—
So so long CDC
It’s time
for you and me
to die from
bygone disease
(like measles
and TB)
while we laugh
and cry
we”re the best!
we’ll die
knowing
we’ll be great again
***
This is what my brain does when
I wake in the middle of the night
and can’t get back to sleep.
Summer came and went too fast, but I still had a blast!
I wish this warm weather could last forever.
Feeling the sun's rays during these lazy days;
Taking a dip in the pool to keep ourselves cool;
Kids all scream for delicious ice cream.
Dancing to the music; drinking water when it's humid;
No need to brag when you got swag!
Going on nightly strolls: Call me butter cause I'm on a roll.
Playing video games with friends:
Why did summer have to end?
Now it's time for fall, y'all,
And Back to School season after all.
So Summer, I bid you so long for now;
As cooler temperatures return, take a bow.
I can't wait to do it again!
See you next year until then.
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