Our Time Together
hand in hand we stroll
window shopping our wishes
together on the couch trading laughs
as we guess the Jeopardy questions
making small talk over a dinner
we prepared together
hiking along our favorite trail
taking in the beauty of nature
art galleries are your favorite
and you fish with me
a gentle smile at the end of
a long day or a knowing glance
at night in bed, we caress each other
and talk of our time together
we run our fingers through
each other’s hair and we touch
How, could I compare this generation,
whom have been given access to reap,
what they have not sown for.
To think in church in this time ,
one could play audio Bible to learn,
from the Ones who died to give this to you.
But, how the division would be in the voice picked,
and a preacher running to stop it from revealing the truth,
to talk over what the Spirit of God has given.
Church world so eager to judge outwardly,
While, we should look inwardly to come in Unity.
Through, the promised inheritance of the Holy Spirit.
Then, those outwardly would seek this Living God,
That, is dwelling within each tablenacule,
A dwelling not made by human hands,
in defense of Donald Trump
What is enduring is Trump's popularity
of the working class, who live on truncated
income and has not reserved cash
at the end of the week
Is it because he speaks the language of us
uneducated masses and he reinforces
the hatred of the middle class, who have
fancy titled jobs, but produce nothing
Politicians talk over their head
but have nothing but contempt for us
But there must be something more
a synergy who are not Americans do not
understand
The deep division between the ordinary
people and the elite are staggering
can bring the USA to the brink of civil unrest
However, there is a politician, flawed
who see this and workers listen to his voice
Donald Trump is the man for our time
he knows how to talk to foreign leaders
because he is honest and tells it like it is
On a cold day
a little love-talk over coffee,
a cup to warm hands,
in a café or diner.
A truth spoken,
a kindness that listens,
those are the moments
worth a lifetime
of reflection.
We are here in Elroy County.
What better way to travel beyond yourself
than with someone
you never thought to meet,
or name?
SEEING FROM THE OTHER SIDE
For years, one has entertained the notion
That nations and cultures can always mix
There are customs and appearances, true
Some might close their eyes, as many do
Also their ears, as language can play tricks
Races no longer separated by any ocean
Yet integration recalibrates one’s identity
More for others to feel safe and sound
Yet difference is surely to be celebrated
Whether or not all verbs are conjugated
But gentle friction is healthy when around
Seeing people as they are and want to be
Step by step, perhaps talk over the fence
But all be aware, there’s no time to sleep
The pace at which such acceptance grows
It takes many decades, as one who knows
National cultural norms are buried deep
There is no gain in perpetuating ignorance
Learning and adjustment aren’t just words
It needs the occasional slap in the face
To recognise what passes for normality
But on further thought, is quite arbitrary
Turning away disinterested, is a disgrace
Embrace the new, mix whey with curds
Can we talk over dinner?
I’ll be composed,
Salad a middleman
On orange china.
I won’t stare daggers
I’ll only look gently
You won’t upset me
You won’t cry
Tablecloth a barrier
Of polite normalities
No last words.
No hard feeling.
You’ll drift atop
Jello molds,
An angel in suburban hell.
You won’t tell me
You quit your job,
And our haven
Will remain bubble wrapped.
loves interlude
The story of love
it's why I ask myself
we are best together
seems i don't want no one else
people see things differently
it's different in every eye
we say hello just to say
goodbye
why oh why
tell me why oh why
must my heart be broken all the time!.....
Those where the days
those good ole days
when women loved
there men
with honor and respect
those were the good
ole days
Those were the days
those good ole days
men adored
and they chored
all to help the lady
those were the
good ole days
say it aint so
say it aint true
no collaboration
between me and
you
can we go back
start over again
maybe this time
we will end up
as friends
i like it when
we were together
talk over anything
through
any kinda weather
holding hands
from dawn til dust
spend a little
begg a little
but in god we'd trust
take credit for marring
the two of us
those were the good ole days!
Influences of love; getting back into romance is harder to do!
trumpets, french horns bassey guiars. violens chelloes flutes and woodwinds. sythesizers and right singers creating the right sounds!
Whenever if you should ever find
yourself in desperate need of a
2nd parties independent council
or friendly ear
And when you are willing to lay your
soul bare place your woes at their feet
and they should dare interrupt
Whilst you are trying to speak and
get the word's out you wanted
wholeheartedly to say
To quote Star War's sudo- psychology
This is not the drone you are seeking
then they are in fact after all not the
actual person or friend you though
they we're
Because if they we're surely then they
would care enough
To listen attentively and hear you out
Rather than talk over you which in
effect tells you everything about
them you needed to know
You're friendship is actually based
on the premise
I talk you listen
Not the other way around
I think you learn from a
Bridge when you see it
Burning when you are on it
I think you experience the burns
From the sun when you hug
It like a little baby in your hands
I think money is never meant
To bear its roots in your
Hands as if it's a tree
I think you cut your own
Dreams when you try to
Whisper it to your friends
I think you learn to walk
In the dark when you are
Too blinded by poverty
I think you learn to speak
When you see your heart
Being burnt by hypocrites
I think my life is killing it
When I think I a complete
Definition of success
I think talk over and over
Your slim developments
Bear jealous in your life
To me, I think I think life
Is not amazed when it walks
In the valley of my goals
To walk the talk over burning hot coal
Tests the mettle of God-bestowed free will
Debate ensues between ego and soul
By hammer and tongs, shaped on the anvil
Hesitation signals we’re not ready
Looking at how to better our morrow
Unable yet to hold love’s flame steady
Self-serving instinct cause of our sorrow
In the playground of life, as we do dance
We begin to look beyond outer form
Every breath we take, offers us a chance
To choose love over strife, in each life storm
It’s high time hermit, that we stand erect
Heeding voice of conscience, our life’s perfect
21-April-2022
Tomorrow I will talk over future.
I now just intend to live what happens.
Do you want to try something new?
Let’s talk over a cup of cold brew;
Brimming with determination
I won’t stop I’m incredibly driven;
Getting it done alone for so long
there’s no way I couldn’t be strong;
I’d rather experience life than stay home,
but if I must I love to talk on the phone;
If you want someone who’s got it all?
Get a woman who knows about football;
The sea or a concert let’s go for a drive,
it’s ok if we don’t make it home tonight;
You’ll become poetry if we get closer,
I’m always up for a wild adventure;
If you’re drawn to overflowing energy,
you’d likely enjoy a date with me.
He had no teeth and neither did his girlfriend.
We’d sit in his apartment in the dark drinking margaritas and watch Jeopardy.
He’d answer every question correctly and his girlfriend would cackle.
He’d shoot at the mice with a pellet gun as they scurried in the shadows.
He rarely missed.
Their heads would explode and I would feel queasy.
Then he’d turn back to the TV leaving the brains splattered on the floor and wall.
We’d stay up all night talking and drinking.
He’d stand out front of the building in the snow in slippers always laughing.
He was always laughing.
Even after I moved 3,000 miles away I’d call him up to talk over the phone he’d tell outrageous stories always laughing.
Sometimes those people that are hurting the most laugh the hardest.
He had no one in the world.
His girlfriend and myself, we were his family.
I figured when he someday died his body would simply turn into a skeleton in his apartment.
And he’d still be laughing.
Stumbling into this smokey run down dive bar
I just drove six hours in that old cramped car
The dancers rush to hit me up, I say leave me alone
I just came in to use the telephone
I can barely talk over the music blasting in here
And this phone smells like old rotten beer
I haven't talked to my kid since I don't know when
So I get into it with the ex-wife again
Because I haven't seen my kid in a year
I expect the phone to slammed down in my ear
She says she hates my guts, why do I even call
And doesn't know why she talks to me at all
She reminds me that without a doubt
I'm the one who decided to walk out
So if I care about our son at all
I should do more than a lousy phone call
I start slamming whiskey in this hell-hole bar
And wonder how it ever got this far
I run from the past and I'm all alone
Until I work up the courage to pick up the phone
The sun is rising and I jerk awake
And grab a handful of pills to take
Time to hit the road again
Wondering when this nightmare will end
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6/24/19
Christmas won't be Christmas
without you
the lighting of the tree
alone: just me
wondering where you are
alone opening ah gift
rather be with
someone who want me to love
Christmas aint Christmas
without you
Christmas aint Christmas alone
no one to sing a carol
what to watch by referral
or just sipping
rum and eggnog.
Christmas is lonely
without you
could you come on over
snuggle in the new blanket
talk over
cookies and coaco
we can do without it
cause Christmas aint
Christmas alone!
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