Sitting on the sofa
the silence separates them
like ripples in a pond
ever spreading wider
never reaching the end
she's heard all his jokes
he knows all her ways
there's nothing to be done
as they've no more left to say
damned if they do damned if they don't
can't live together won't live apart
they've outlived their love
it's enough to break your heart
Couch
uptight, stiff
off-putting, stalling, feigning
Safety, Truth, Privacy, Home
welcoming, soothing, revealing
velvety, relaxed
Sofa
When crossing the road
or walking the sands
come rain or shine
we'd hold hands
less a habit more by design
I'd gently enfold yours in mine
and while sitting on the sofa
always held you tight
wrapped my arms around you
as we kissed goodnight
then dancing to the music
you were the Belle of the ball
it looks to me we seem to be
in a holding pattern after all
There was love in an old, creaky sofa,
where two weary souls found comfort night after night,
tightly embraced, as if time had stood still to protect them.
There was love in an old, faded photograph,
with tattered edges, bearing the mark of time,
yet still holding the smile of a rainy day, like a relic of happiness.
There was love in a rusty Subaru, traveling on endless highways,
with the radio playing and laughter floating in the air, an echo of shared freedom.
There was love in a small, quiet room,
where the only luxury was each other’s touch,
and the only music, the sound of their gentle breathing, a duet of hearts.
There was love in all these things and in a thousand other places,
where two hearts found each other and held on tight,
as if they had discovered the secret of eternity in a fleeting moment.
Sofa Cushions
I let the cushions on
the sofa in the
downstairs living room record my
sleeping patterns because
that’s what she
loves to do.
I want you to stand in front of the tv
Vacuum when my favourite show is on
Wash the floor with the steamer
And me smile as if it’s fun
I want you to not hear what I am saying
And ask questions already resolved
As I shake my head and laugh
You say you need some new shoes
I want to hear you sneeze like a scream
And make me jump when my back’s turned
I’ll eat catleta with tomato soup
And remember all the bridges we’ve burned.
I want you to make me laugh and annoyed
Will you promise you’ll never leave me
I never want your sofa empty
And I love your feet under my nose
If you go I’m bound to follow you
It’ll be down to you if I take the last step
So, be sure to stay forever, please
I can’t live with an empty chair.
David Cox 08/12/24
On the floor, off the mat
We all sat, slept & ate
Flooring of mud but broom laid
Cream of cow dung applied.
Life was simple though not smooth
Bit of course with pins and needles
All of it took years of strain &pain
To have a floor of cement paste
Life became a little fine
With no fear for straw/ pine or rain.
After long years of earnings and savings
Came a glossy floor of mosaic
Squares of many laid across
Life began to show finesse and patio
With dearness and dare to dream
Aloof came a wind of betterment
Which brought with it a
Reflection of steps of success
A smooth finish of marble floor
Start of prosperity and a sign
Of sapling growing into a plant.
Attaining a growth visibly and not
Easy adding in an element of luxury
In the marble floor
By
Bringing in a sofa made of velvet
Like a beautiful craving brought out a Rough stone
Hard work ways
Patience pays is what
Life says.
He learned so quickly how to not bring sticks and balls back
He seems to think when he puts his head down
there should be a bowl beneath it
Strained swell into a wells
Turning the nail
Hammering ahead
My legs stringed with tongued dog saliva
That tilt of his head where he pretends to know what Sit means I just don’t want to
Are you really gonna eat that without giving me a bit
Eyes that bo puss ots
would aawwww
His knack of wanting to go outside just as my head hits the pillow so far….
………………………… ahead
I
A
M
In another lane
Aircraft no more
It’s an ex
Plainly your not ready for this
but your humanoid alien kids are gonna love it
Am I still there
I sometimes ask
Sometimes in funny voices
If someone answers
the trickle of icicles caress along my spine
So divine
Nothing has a calmness to
A still just still
He snorts when he sleeps
And I mean all blown instruments being cleaned all at the same time by a sand blaster
"Yesterday sometimes is a comfortable sofa where we want to be lazy, instead to keep on cycling on the given road". -by author
A time machine has not been invented yet, it would be nice.Very often we search in the drawers for our past, photos, letters, school mates and we even, don't know what.Time to time, we know what it is feeling blue, especially when we grow older and we remember about our best years. Who never looked for the best moments of their lives?.
Yes, I did. As the most of the human beings.
Good to remember where we belong to, without forgetting that we still have part of our life ready to be explored.
Never forget that while the moon
switches its light off, the sun will switches it on again.
A time machine to travel to yesterday
is all in your mind.
He does not want to change
And it is very strange:
Ted a few understand
Like one does one’s left hand:
Ted who would queerly stand,
As though it is more grand
Than taking up Sofa
That makes rumps less suffer …
Ted with his own notion
Of an Ideal Nation:
“What she can do for you
Starting with Things to Chew!”
Ted won’t think of a change
With all things out of range.
Zooming all over the globe
Breakfast with the Sphinx at Giza
Lunch shaded by the Tower at Pisa
Dinner on the Champs-Élysées
Bedtime in Pompeii
Seeing the world from my sofa.
Bite Size Poem no.40 Poetry Contest
She was saying some words while I
rather
Small behind the familiar sofa sat with
a couple of somethings I
Can not recall while the
words were falling out of her
mouth like little Pandora's
Jars ready to crack at the touch of his
replies it was a delusional storm of
Elevated thoughts a few lost
commas
stumbled between the sounds to
reach the right spots
I saw them fall and
collapse she had
to go back
to the rooms with snow-like
walls there was
no way to catch her meanings although
I tried
With the trap of my mind but
they were fleeting fast
Perhaps
He just wasn't ready for that
kind
Of conversational style He
never got ready at last
She went back and never again
Appeared in our
house
except as
A phone call and a few tears
which he poured as I watched half
astonished and half
smashed
I was just behind that sofa but that scene remained
In the back of my mind
unchanged
“Welcome to Kansas Sofa Mart. How are you today? Looking for anything in particular?”
They look like an odd couple. He is old and ugly; she is young and cute. Too cute.
Husband glares. Wife runs toward salesman, jumps on my lap, strokes my beard.
“You remind me of my daddy,” wife says. Husband looks damned mad.
I jump out the sofa, dumping wife onto the floor. This seems to please him.
(He may have the checkbook after all).
“Sofas,” she says. “We want a sofa” (Easy, peasy. They sell themselves).
“We have such a fine selection of sofas,” I tell them, giving them my winning smile.
I lead them to the sofa section. We have at least two hundred sofas.
She tries out all of them; he stands around, shaking his head, acting mad.
She loves color; he does not. She loves paisleys, plaids, polka dots, stripes.
He makes it clear it is black leather or nothing. Two hours later they choose nothing.
“Thank you for coming in,” I say. Trying to gulp up a bit of a smile.
(And wasting six hours of my day by not buying anything).
M-orn seventeenth February
A-ims to meet the light;
R-ising sun Friday keeps
Y-ou away from the night.
A-fter the Thursday twilight,
R-ed beacon begins to rise;
D-arkness has turned
I-nto warm and bright skies.
L-et the alarm wake her up,
L-et the dawn see her aura;
O-ne woman is so cool,
S-itting on a soft sofa.
Oh my Grandpa dear-he had just one big beer. He thought he could see, his eyes were fuzzy and not clear. So on the sofa he did lay, as he slept away the day.
Oh my Grandpa dear-snoring so loud, everyone thought you were sleeping on a cloud. You stopped your snoring as you rolled over and headed due south, A fly does not enter a closed mouth.
8/9/2019
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