My wife has become an insomniac,
during ebon hours she doesn’t sleep.
Like an owl she’s become nocturnal,
I wish again she was counting sheep.
But dementia does this to a person,
God put us together, she’s in my keep.
All of my days start off the same,
and most days, when alone, I weep.
They call it blind because you're unable to see
If their good looking, broke or have all their teeth
Taking alot of time to get to know the inner person
Sharing common idiosyncrasies and other emotions
This person makes you so happy until it's unreal
From these long conversations good is how you feel
For the first date you're wondering what to wear
All your past blind dates were total nightmares
Blind dates have proven that beauty is skin deep
You can put a face to the voice when you finally meet
You're worried if you would meet their expectation
Constant thoughts of them has build up anticipation
You're hoping this person is what you're looking for
Someone you can be with leaving you wanting more
If their disappointed they leave you there waiting
It seems like a waste of time to start off blind dating
Start off small and slow.
Just never make me so low.
Look forward again
To when you will make me glow.
Please accept the love I show.
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore !
And with no persuasion but thrill did I start off,
To speak of what ever this fairy desired to hear.
As soon as I was given the audience did I speak of what I held back as though I waited all my life to speak at that moment.
Inspired by her compelling grace and charm did I begin a tale that I deemed fit to be heard only by a few,
"Once", I began " in a land, lived a man who saw something he couldn't share;
A beauty he couldn't afford to tell about and a power he craved for only himself but he had to let go of his ambition and share with his people for they were lost before now and with what he knew things changed for good both for him and his people, which was a wonderful thing to behold and know off".
I spoke and said this little tale and to my surprise this enchanting fairy loved it through and through,
This is a relief I hoped for and I got a price too, her smile it was.
Curtain rises
Rhythm and Tone
The start off with the Pianist hitting those ivories with gifted fingers
Melody enriched through
Suddenly the Violin joined in with string mellow sweeps of musical waves
Immediately the Trumpet added the flair of what music can create
The thought of wizardry of wisdom came to mine
Music freedom explored
All other musical instruments gathered in high and low dramatics
Marvelously in planted singing and all kinds of scenery accompanied throughout the music
Singing sounding like echoes in the distance in horizons
Tomorrows promise could be felt
Dignity and honor in composure
Music don’t stop, but continue to play
Orchestra combination
Like a thirst of elegant wine
Music here and there expanding too everywhere
Beyond compare
Orchestra night
Sheer sight and delight
Full blown ivories dazzled the finale
A never forget and always remember
The beat goes on.
How can a day start off normal
With the mundane usual things,
Almost predictable, daily tasks and trips
Life's general happenings?
Then someone you love hugs you goodbye,
"I'll see you soon my dears..."
How much longer would we have held that embrace
If we knew it was the last for years?
The last time they told you how tired they were,
Would you have found a new way to convey
Your sympathy and care, not just rubbing their back
And saying you're sorry they felt this way?
When you're taught that we know not
What tomorrow will bring and our life is but a mist,
You don't imagine a light on a life will go out
So sudden. So quick! So greatly missed!
Naively we expect a warning or sign
That our special loved one will go.
And those left behind would prepare heart and mind
For the grief, pain and sorrow to follow.
But that day began like many before.
Yet a hard hitting truth we would learn.
One day we each will walk through a door
And sadly, we will not return.
Credit Card
Put it on the credit card but pay it off quick
nothing hurts more than high interest that sticks
If you don't need it but buy it anyway
remember to enjoy it cause brother you will pay.
Morning Pepsi
Drinking a Pepsi to start off the day
make it diet and caffeine free feels okay
That white label Pepsi taste pretty good
drink another just because you could.
Gold Coca Cola
Caffeine and sugar free yes it is diet
taste is indeed golden love to buy it
Drink em guilt free without a buzz
sometimes you want mellow suds.
Old Ford Flex
She got an old Ford Flex it is really big
has up to three rows of seats for all her kids
Long and boxy car reminisce of an old wagon
with road respect for its' size like driving a dragon.
A cup of tea is what I need to start off each and every day
and if that tea is going to get me through then it must be Earl Grey
I am not quite sure what it is about that exact type of tea
is there magic in bergamot because it's so pleasing to me
I close my eyes as I hold my mug and just take in that smell
the aroma tickles my nose and lets me know all is going to be well
When my cup of tea is all gone, I know there is nothing I can't do
except for patiently wait for the second cup of tea I have around two
If you've never tried Earl Grey, I hope you will give it a chance
it's the best tea to start your little tea romance
This is a great way to start off a day
Maybe one day a light can be used
To show I'm more than just a simple human
Have you seen a heart so pure of hatred?
Removed the toxins inflicted by others
Remember the way she said or he said
A certain trigger that was reminded of
Once upon a time, it felt somewhere hurtful
But now she's grown so bright
A dim light showed at the very end
Grieving she hid her wings
Now she understands what maturity meant
It's to realise we have our flaws
Some things never change but could we say?
That it's more than that
Like a river that started when she cried
Could you meet her at the very end of the tunnel
She's drowning currently
If she had wings, she could climb out.
Can we say something?
If I were an angel,I'd be less traumatized.
climb up high
on cold leather seat
and put the key
into the switch
set the handbrake
good and tight
step on the clutch
make sure it’s not in gear
pull out the choke
and pump the gas
switch on the power
and step on
the starter pedal
once it catches
let off the pedal
give it some gas
ease in the choke
foot on the brake
one on the clutch
shift in the second
not compound low
step off the brake
give it some gas
ease off the clutch
with a lurch start off
some today
will proudly say
they can drive a stick
but I wonder if
if I put them in
in 1950 truck
if they could start it
let alone drive
One that only I can see.
That’s what the perfect storm would be.
It would start off with a gentle drizzle.
Then soon, all the ponds are full.
Flooding, and uncaring.
Feeling a sense of bearing.
Only I can see.
Through the storm, which destroyed a tree.
A perfect storm is that one I fought.
The perfect storm is the one I caught.
Only I.
I tried…
Now, I am apart.
A part.
Of what went astray.
A storm I could have kept at bay.
But will eventually go away.
Clouds are now soft today.
Outside the hospital.
Felling a lull.
Only I can see…
Now that I’m free.
I might go get a burger and fries.
My sister and I.
Life as a whole can be so tragic,
And never will you witness magic,
Emotions change in a blink of an eye,
You start off happy and end with a cry,
Loss of my loved one this emotion was new,
Like it's tipped in a pot stirred up like a stew,
Then it's poured in a bowl picked up with a spoon,
It's what you would taste,
The worst you'd assume,
The more that you take,
And the bigger the portions,
From the pot that now feeds you,
The new mix of Emotions.
Monarch Butterflies start off as a
cocoon, then they come out into
beautiful butterflies. The
Lovely monarchs started
migrating, then one
nice bright day, they
disappeared
Now they're
gone.
On
cold
Sunny day,
the beautiful
Monarch Butterflies
Came back from migrating,
oh, what a beautiful sight
To see clusters of monarch
butterflies hanging like silk from trees.
Some mornings, I start off mourning when my brain
starts to stretch. When my eyes are still filled with last
nights fight for any kind of rest. For your eyes never opened today. Your alarm clock was silenced, just a month past May.
The birds out my window they sang for only me, for your window was sealed when your soul departed from earthly living. The sun lit up my room brighter when you left because your sun rays needed a bed to lay their light to rest. The clouds you once said followed you became my guiding tool, for they had no one to chase after June twenty two.
The music you loved got louder, like I gained your ears.
I guess the tunes that you heard needed someone to hear.
Your once inked words became vocal, like I could finally hear you.
It's too bad I had to lose you, to finally be near you.
Tickle, tickle little toes,
How I love to tickle you so.
Make her giggle, make her laugh,
Pull her feet away real fast.
Peekaboo, peekaboo can you see me,
I can't find you, where could you be?
Boo, THERE YOU ARE, I FOUND YOU,
I playfully say to you.
Lullabies, lullabies just for you,
Sing them, hum them, whisper them too.
Tuck you in, kiss your cheek, say "I love you",
as you sleep.
Babbles, babbles in mommy's ear,
Waking me with that sweet little sound.
Making the day start off the best it can be,
You truly are the best thing to happen to me.
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