We can build an orrery
Yet turn the sky into a junkyard
We're abecedarian, quirky contrarian
Stare decisis from cosmic ovarian
Subaltern, suborbital
Small steps on the heavenly stairway
Pedestrian stardust walking around
Tariffing penguins to tear up the ground
But the stairway is spiral
And it's spiraling down
No escape from the gravity
Found all around
Eyes searching the cosmos
For myopic bliss
In a fallacy galaxy
Far from star-kissed
We're worst when we're first
At least in our mind
Quoting chapter and verse
From each tract that we find
On the ground underneath us
That shifts with each step
Tract's gotten infected
Yet onward we schlep
Each bearing the burden
Of truth stumbled across
When we can patch the thatch
On the roof that we've lost
In that storm of ideas
That threatened the shelter
We've built for ourselves
Unstable ideas full on the shelves
We've forgotten to look
For the beauty inside
While we're gathering dust
From under our feet
Instead of uncovering
What's come from above
While planting our hopes
In the promise of love
The way her limbs twist, it leaves me in awe
Why, Julia, whoever taught you to tango?
Claim the roses were a mere friendly gift
But darling, we both know the ending of this chapter.
Those deep auburn eyes of yours create maps to salvation
The braids you put your crimson locks in, how intricate.
Fair and freckled like a Gaelic noblewoman
I'd be willing to die in the gallows if it meant loving you
Give me extra attention like pouring buckets of gasoline
Then light my world on fire with your match of a heart
Pour my kisses on your skin and peel them off real smooth
I wanna be the very center of your awfully toxic world
Family claims you're looking for a husband to unite with
So I'll cut my hair, tear up my dress, and trade my heels for boots!
Fight like a gladiator if they want to tear us up apart
I will be the strong yet caring man you have always begged for
Just lean in for the kiss already, my beautiful Juliana
If it means you'll set my wandering mind at ease.
a lonely park bench
under an old oak tree
there’s a boy sitting there
who can it be
why – it’s my son
he looks so awfully lonely
my eyes tear up uncontrollably ~
the finger points at me
I wish fragments were anonymous.
Tear up my name.
I am way too clumsy.
Way too mortal,
For their fleeting grace.
This is the moment;
Those dreams were lost!
These yearning hearts are faraway!
To skip the worries that we chat freely;
But in this hurried world, it's all forgotten.
A photograph,
A faded hue,
A whisper that I sent to you.
The air is cold,
a hollow space,
where echoes of your laughter
Chase The fleeting moments,
lost to time,
A silent,
broken, lonely chime.
I'm sure!
At first sight,
body shivers;
eyes tear up;
soul weeps!
Ohh.... ohh.... Hmm,
I truly miss you, my soul!!
When will faces meet again???
The sun goes down on hurried days,
Lost in a lonely, misty haze.
I search for you in every crowd,
This present grief, a heavy cloak,
From every memory I've evoked.
A lifetime or two in a past far away
There lives for me still, through a thicket of gray
The brilliance of love for the world I once knew
In more than just memories on pictures books blue
The city that cradled my youth and my pluck
The signs and the shops and the fortunes of luck
I tear up at feeling that nothing has changed
That life has not happened and thus rearranged
The streets find me walking again through my mind
As heartstrings are strummed by the sweetness I find
The images ghosted now fall into view
Oh how I love paging through picture books blue
Grief never leaves you; memories keep loved ones close to your heart .
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John and his young wife Maria had been apart for a year now,
but every week he'd drive across town just to speak with her.
On the passenger seat was a white rose, Maria’s favourite flower.
Their garden was adorned with them; they resembled a carpet of snow,
and in a gentle breeze in summertime you could smell their sweet scent.
He passed the sandy beach and remembered the walks they used to do,
and the time when he got down on his knee and asked her to marry him.
She answered straight away, and tears of joy streamed down her face.
He'd always tear up when he remembered when she said "Yes, yes, yes".
That was three years ago but now it seemed like it was only yesterday.
They'd often talk of starting a family and were in the process of moving
to a bigger house, but sadly it wasn't to be, and John decided to stay.
He slowed down and drove down the fir tree lined avenue and parked up.
Then he got out and picking up the rose placed it carefully on her headstone.
Mommy, can we have a puppy?
We can name her Haley...
No! I hate the way they smell...
But Mommy, we can wash him daily.
I also hate it when they yell.
But Mommy, we can play with her,
and show her exciting tricks.
No! What about when she gets sick?
We'll take her to the vet,
and we'll sit with her all night.
Don't be silly, my children...
No puppy dogs, alright?
But Mommy, we want a puppy.
They're cute and loyal and small.
Please, Mommy, can we have one?
No! No! Not at all.
The children began to tear up,
and proceeded to walk away.
When all of a sudden,
with a soft voice, their mother said
Okay, okay, okay.
I'll get you two a puppy,
and you can name her Haley.
But you two MUST take care of her...
you must tend to her daily.
The kids jumped for joy,
When they got home from school,
Mother had a little puppy...
and they promised to follow each rule.
When your only home is your body
a home that took a lifetime to build
with your own blood your mortar
bound with your own bruises brick by brick
when you are cut and measured by your parents
but still find a piece of fertile land
on which to build your home and tend a garden
with the sweat and tears of friends
to have the state tear up your deed
and evict you like you never lived
We would like to rent a place in the worst winter months
But it would have to be fenced
As we have two-hundred-pound dogs
And one of them would tear up almost everything
So even though we would rent it furnished
It might be empty when we left
I won't tell,
if I tell, I'll make you happy,
I'll satisfy your thirst with poetry.
I'll make you laugh and cheer up,
I'll make you sad and bring tear up.
I won't tell,
if I tell, You'll be surprised,
I'll take off a bride's dress up.
I'll blow like the wind of Alatau.
I'll stop even a young child cry.
I won't tell,
if I tell, you'll be excited might,
You'll understand the truth of this life.
Sometimes you're grow up as the sky,
Sometimes you'll be small and shy.
I won't tell,
if I tell, I'll be relieved,
As a wave of Esyl I'll be overflowed.
All this life that's boiling inside me,
I'll transfer to your thoughts maybe.
I won't tell,
I want to tell you, but I can't.
That's why I won't be noticed.
If you listen to my words for half a day,
Without excite I will not send you away.
I will write.
Who reads will understand the life,
Let the trace remain behind me truth,
I will sow the seed of noble words,
Everyone come and take what they needs.
Time hands seconds past the minute,
winter melts the sands,
sprung barter the seeds to take root,
petals leave for lands.
Abandoned juice bathes the barren,
weather soaks wet dreams,
towering outstretched limbs fashion,
cries tear up the streams.
Quartered the core green overgrowth,
sweet fester the sour,
fertile soil sources root approach,
West turn sunset lour.
Stockers fatten wanting store shelves,
greens packaged refreshed,
farmers loaded like Christmas elves,
checks at counters cashed.
Shoppers and grocers swapping smiles,
carts staggering highs,
past harvested fields, endless miles,
as New Year's Eve, nigh's.
Out n’ out predators,
Observant with wide eyes,
Ogre like, tear up prey.
Oviparous they are.
Ornithologist’s pets.
Ousted as ill omen.
Let us all dine
And drink some wine
What if we stopped whining
And start dining
Let us throw all our worries into the sea
And gobble down our cup of tea
Let us get out of this vale
And tear up the veil that covers our face
The parasites that constantly preys
Let us pray and give God the praise
Casting all our troubles on your shoulder
The only one who can make us bolder
His radiant love
Who can compare.
Let us all dine
And drink some wine
What if we stopped whining
And start dining
Let us throw all our worries into the sea
And gobble down our cup of tea
Let us get out of this vale
And tear up the veil that covers our face
The parasites that constantly preys
Let us pray and give God the praise
Casting all our troubles on your shoulder
The only one who can make us bolder
His radiant love
Who can compare.
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