Some days I think I miss you.
Other times I'm mad.
Sometimes I'm glad your gone but at the same time I am sad.
I often stop and remember one of the memories you have shared.
When you told me that your mom never really cared.
You said you dream about her but she never ever talks.
But I would say you're just like her a two face back stabbing mom.
I love you but I hate you it messes with my grief because I'm not sure how I feel now that you're deceased
Sure love
I'll be there
When you're not
With a shot
Like an aim
We're all the same
Like today
With much to say
Yet we're clear
That you're not here
Yet your near
With all my love
Like up above
The wings
That sing
The why's
We cry
The haves
We hold
The ring
Is round
No one around
And yet we see
It's you not me
That's never clear
So hold my hand
And make a plan
Like action packed
My heart attached
With I'll bring you back
From there to hear
And with a tear
I'll say sure
My love
For ever and away
We go
We'll be here
Not sure of love
And up above
You're waiting
"Cosmic Kiss"
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"Moments of personal growth marked my happiness
i stand in love with the idea of being with her
she made things so difficult.
One night we watched Venus and Jupiter align in the
spring sky. I fell asleep on her shoulder
and she hugged me alnight
I was so happy I had made person staus and
and it was enough for me."
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Harley’s favorite life began at Arkham
She reinvented herself
no longer a mere psychiatrist
now Joker’s lovesick groupie
she flashed from tame to wild
from mild to violent
a murderer now but still likeable
she pretends to be naïve; but she retains kindness
craving affirmation, she latches onto people she likes
selfish? Yes
Unstable? sure
An unstoppable force
Harley Quinn, with her faux innocence
highly suggestive, easily manipulated
an anti-hero villain you grow to love
My sweet dog is my best pal, for sure.
For every sadness, he's got the cure.
No matter how deeply I fall,
his love will guide me through it all.
He's a saint, so angelic, so pure.
Something I did with the spouse -
Presto! A new addition in the house.
And now, we two, are both beguiled,
you guessed, by a baby child.
Heaven forbid she cry or frown.
Suddenly, we play the clown
to make sure that she has smiled,
our little baby child.
With five cute toes on tiny feet,
sometimes crying, sometimes sweet,
I hope, today, her mood is mild,
our capricious baby child.
She's growing up, now, our little girl,
but she still wears a little curl.
She's something joyous, something wild,
to be sure, a child.
Folks, I have to tell you I ain't been sleepin' all that well as of late.
Some of the problem is due to the obnoxious snorin' of my mate!
Or it could be the neighbor's barkin' dogs up and down the street,
And believe me, there are howlin' hounds and yappin' mutts replete!
I've tried numerous sleepin' aids off the pharmacist's shelf,
Tryin' to cure this dilemma and get some sleep for myself.
Eureka! I found a simple remedy for my plight in church today;
I fell fast asleep as soon as the preacher arose to have his say!
The sand is made of pulverized clocks,
ticking softly beneath bare feet,
while turquoise waves—liquid amethysts—
unfold in slow, quiet sheets.
The horizon is a zipper, undoing the sky,
releasing emerald birds that fly backward.
A lighthouse stands on one leg, painting the fog
with brushes made of jellyfish foam.
Driftwood sculptures walk toward the tide,
humming tunes that have no name.
Glass bottles drift, filled with tomorrow,
and their corks sealed with twilight.
I sit on a chair built of frozen music,
watching the sunset swallow itself.
The moon, a pale mirror, drops from the deep,
and the ocean, in its immense, surreal sleep,
breathes in—and the beach becomes stars.
The supermarket carries beer,
(I love my IPA’s)
But every time we buy some here,
We hear the same old phrase;
“You need to show us some ID,”
Which doesn’t make much sense
Since, speaking for my spouse and me,
There isn’t much suspense
In guessing that we’re of an age
That’s legal multiplied
By 3 or almost 4, the stage
Where we can’t be denied.
Yet still, our licenses come out,
As Pa. law demands,
Although there isn’t any doubt
Each cashier understands
That our ID’s are far from fake;
It only takes one glance
To know it would be some mistake
To look at us askance.
Some years ago I discovered a sign
in a men's public toilet
the sound and feel of my own laughter
filled me with much delight
Please don t throw your cigarette butts in the urinal
it makes them damp and hard to light
It is hard to imagination that the man who wrote this sign
would have had such a deep nicotine affliction
To attempt to light a soggy butt
to satisfy his daily nicotine addiction
Would this sign be found in a women's public toilet
There's no urinal, Their sign would likely read
This toilet is only suitable for one kind of butt
and when you leave please make sure the dunny lid is shut
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Mad Marge, a squirrel with a daring soul,
at the wheel, she always lost control.
Through the car wash, she did dash,
in her tiny, souped-up green Nash.
It's March! she cried with glee,
It’s top-down weather; I’m wild and free!
Huge bristly brushes whirled for all to see.
Oh, the foam and jets! My car looks like a Humvee!
Marge emerged clean, her fur a shining sight,
her green Nash, a dazzling delight.
She sped away, her fur nothing but a blur,
March madness, fur sure, fur sure!
We share your strength, you and I. You are there before me, urging me on.
There to pull me over the finish line when all my strength is gone.
You guided me to complete the task when I was too weary to try.
You showed me the easiest way when trophies were not the reason why.
I put my faith in you when we were about to fall, and you held me tight.
With sure footing we weathered the storm and it all came out right.
Like a magician, you pulled a smile from my very deepest frown.
You created a diversion from any disaster on the way, and never let me down.
When life became a tug of war, and I began to lose some hope,
your wise words encouraged me and there you were pulling on the rope.
Our partnership has taken its twists and turns you were the strongest bloke.
Its time for me to be there right behind you, pushing to overcome that stroke.
We work together you and I just as we always do, our determination so full
Encouragement and trust it hasn't waned and now maybe its my turn to pull.
I love you darling and always will, as its always going to be, quite secretly,
Because despite what's happened we both know, its still you pulling me.
I resent how life just carries on
After some are one-by-one gone.
I know we all have to move on,
But I'll remember them every dawn.
I resent being told how to feel.
Only few know how much grief is real.
Sometimes not even time can heal
The illnesses that come to steal.
I resent myself for being so blunt,
For writing to a grieving mother upfront,
After she lost her daughter to a "stunt,"
I realize I wrongly felt the need to confront.
I resent being told grief is meant to go away,
I said, "Will you grieve when I die someday?
Her child died, now she has lost her way.
You don't get how sometimes grief will stay."
If I purchase this plaid skirt
I wil look adorable
and be pursued by a man in love with me
We will lie on the edge of excitement above cars
lovingly kissing, and I will be pursued by others
yes, I shall buy it for sure
because then I will become young again too
It seemed like a long almost endless trip,
one that could leisurely
circumnavigate the world,
or rocket through the years,
fuel never depleting.
There was never any plan,
just notions, impromptu journeys
into the unforeseen, and of course
unintended consequences.
Looking through the reverse end
of the telescope of time,
each one act play
now seems ridiculously tragicomic.
Over one hundred arrivals later,
I got there.
Yesterday I bought new sneakers
they are not for going anywhere.
I aim to hang them up
at the foot of my old bed,
their mouths wide open
in amazement.
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