IN AN OF A ONCE WILTED FLOWER BLOOMING AGAIN
Hey, paper flowers
Don’t grow
And love is not
A fun plaything:-
You tickled my heart,
And I giggled silly tears;
You then reeled me in
As I feasted on your sweet bait;
Then, you left, leaving me like
An old cemetery: full and lifeless:-
Now I ride a roller coaster of emotions
Up and down the tainted rails,
Life all so often travels:-
However, companions of pain and fear,
Are ceasing to be old road dogs,
Without whom I can’t survive;
And you will soon become
A faded keloid, my heart
Once tearfully bore:-
Now blooming
In the healing garden
Of passion, I fragrantly grow;
Waiting to be plucked and watered
In a vase of true and everlasting love:
May my given love, nourish your growth:-
Do you paint with words?
Well, maybe you are a poet!
Of course, all words, by themselves
are morgues for art~ stores for outwardly
portraying
one’s private thoughts and feelings in
colorful, expressive ways. The baby
paints her own basic language – cries her
picture gestures,
hopefully appropriately responded to
by loving parents, often challenged
to transcribe
a vaguely familiar, long forgotten
non verbal~frantic vocabulary –
So, words are clearly voice: while liquid,
like blood and oils – they are colorful, the
pigments of flowers and death --
and when a relationship fails, the essence
of words are what
we frame and tearfully regret.
Cinderella
When Cinderella left a glass slipper,
Allowing prince to find and marry her;
Not only the size that fit,
Her foot was injured a bit,
And allowed him put ointment and plaster.
Snow White
When Snow White woke up from the prince’s kiss,
Her love-life turned into a perfect bliss;
The witch finally gave up,
Climbed to sleep at the rooftop
Then, she was awoken by the sweet snake’s hiss
Beauty And The Beast
So Belle tearfully confessed her true love,
when the last rose-petal fell just above;
Beast transformed into human,
“A handsome prince!” she was stunned,
Two servants rushed to her side to shove.
My svelte bushy tailed cat, Hamilton, whose praises I laud,
Leapt onto my lap and purred in an agitated manner because,
they knew something had changed, her life altered,
things would not be the same from then on,
cats sense these things at once, they sense what is happening,
and will act at once without the slightest delay,
Hamilton, a character so utterly charming,
as the feline of the species can be,
how many times in the past did she,
whisk away things belonging to me,
and that guilt free smirk so innocent methinks,
why me no I wouldn’t steal and hide your books,
or tear them to shreds just to draw,
attention and dare me to play with her,
the way she crept in that dainty trot whilst on the prowl,
her antics were legion and so were her cat laugh tricks,
but she cast a fix stare and whined so loud,
the taxi outside beeped, hamilton knew I was going away,
It touched me so as I slowly detached from her tense clasp,
I waved to this pet of mine tearfully as she stared from the window
A nobler theme needs more sublime art
In order to its honorable nuances impart;
And thus may famous muses of niftier writ
More tastefully craft this little lyrical script.
And if generous gods of superior rhyme there be,
Who with pure ease mellifluous tunes compose,
Then may such these tottering lines indite with me
And delve deep where rarest musical gems repose.
Where do love’s purest pearls lie
Beneath this bland ancient sky;
Where hug and kiss their warmest
Elusive touch pulsate at its best?
Truth is maimed and denied its form
And falsehood has become the norm;
Who knows any place she still thrives
Wholly unsevered by knavish knives?
And hope no longer blossoms
As it did in sweeter days of yore,
Now she’s worn out to the bottoms
And angst and doubt rule to the core.
And peace completely extinct is:
Chaos and strife now carry the day
And gallivant about in their hubris,
As mourning sufferers tearfully pray.
Sunsets putting stars to shame
As I pray to the you in the Lord’s name.
I would have written you a letter or mailed you a card
But finding heavens address was a bit too hard.
There’s no golden mailbox for this special envelope
So that He will translate this message to you,
I can only forever hope.
It’s April 18th, your special day
But there’s just one thing in the way…
So tonight I’ll pray to you under the sun
About how you left just as your life had begun
I miss you so much more than I thought I ever would,
And as I go more days without you
I miss you more than I thought I ever could.
I just wanted one more birthday with you
But I guess this year a prayer will have to do.
I’ll wish you happy birthday through this special spoken note,
That I felt your presence as I tearfully wrote.
“Happy Birthday, Easton, don’t party too hard in heaven,”
although I know you’ll be forever eleven.
PLEASE WAKE ME UP, I'M ALIVE,
JUST HAD A HEAVENLY DIVE,
BURIED UNDER THE GRAVE OF LIES,
ON THE GROUND I LIE,
WITH NONE TO HOLD ME TIGHT,
FLYING TEARFULLY THROUGH THE SKY,
LOOKING DOWN TO THE SOUNDS OF PEOPLE CRY,
WISH I COULD GIVE THEM HIGH FIVE,
AND ASK MYSELF WHY?
I NOW HAVE NONE NEARBY,
NOW I'VE BECOME A SPY,
ATLEAST NOW I CAN WARN PEOPLE ABOUT LIFE.
Extricating himself from the stench
Of malfeasance and saturnine flirt
And letting go of fleeting grasps that hurt,
He gulps galls that all atrocities quench.
Her trapping snares and claws of death
Capture and enslave with biting clasps,
And he tearfully tries with groaning gasps
To flee from this enslaving dragon breath.
And now time has flown to decades two
And he hasn’t yet disentangled himself
From this deathless devilish amorous elf
That coils round his glittering jewels true.
Transient Love
I sat on a cliff
overlooking the sea
high above the surf
tasting the salty edge
Tides are a mix
of flavors, both sweet
and sour, columns one
and two….
Truck Stop
I know hot and spicy, and
here you bring me cold and
bland
The chef just quit
she tearfully informed me
the saddest
loveliest blue eyes
Fitted with an apron
love was back on the
menu….
Docile to a pull of hands
Wondering what’s under the sun
As blind-folded eyes haunt
Each forwarded step counts-
Came the revelation!
Hugging tearfully, I thanked.
It falls inches from my toe,
This missile from origins wild;
Hurled by an unknown foe
Yelling indiscernible cries of war.
Why I caught his malevolent eye
And became chief target of his ire
Neither guess nor fathom I;
Yet his target I’ll ever remain.
And this senseless war
I now must tearfully wage,
And counter mischievous
Blows and baseless rage.
Whether I’ll victorious grow
Or in the end terribly lose,
Or merely settle for a draw,
High heaven alone knows.
Every moment gave me butterflies yes it did,
And I hope from the gaze of jealous gods our love we had hid.
There was light cuz you were there,
Now i wander like an ascetic unbeknownst to end up where.
Now grief clings to me like rife,
Maybe we will meet again my love in another life, Maybe in another life.
Even silence has a voice now that you are gone,
I still sit there from where we gazed at new dawns.
My darling you promised you'd stay,
Then please stop this bruising play.
I slept with your name tucked under my tongue,
As i was tearfully lulled by the melodies you had sung.
How can I ever move on,
Cuz You left with my soul and heart that you won.
You touched me like a prayer, unsure if i'd break,
But how can i explain that i only lived for your sake.
I hate you cuz you left with your memories deeply engraved,
But I remember that smile of yours and I forget i was ever enraged.
Maybe we’ll meet again in another life,
Where my memories weren’t the only ones
Drenched in your strife.
Maybe in another life, my darling —
Yes… maybe in another life.
Every morning, when I walk under my cherry trees,
There is soothing breeze which awakens my senses,
The flash back of life events roll before my eyes,
I am sent in soul searching and search for the meaning of life,
Long ago, I came to USA with a suitcase full of clothes,
A few dollars which government allowed, lasted only half a month,
Tearfully I had to take a loan, with lot of hesitation,
Loan office quipped, “If you are not in debt, you are not an American”.
Years passed, took many loans, paid many,
Worked hard, made some money,
Family flourished, till all moved,
Now I am in an empty nest.
Now I get kissed daily by,
The passing breeze of awakening,
What good is life if it does not help anyone,
Needy need food, money to educate, keep them healthy.
When I sponsor few needy students to go thru college,
I am not helping just one, but generations to come,
When hungry get food, they become strong and get ready to work,
When sick gets better, their whole life sees wonderful future.
As for awakening, I am moving away from selfish life,
Wrapping up my earthly belongings,
Readying my one suitcase,
Never know when the call comes to leave the world.
The pain in his face spoke loudly
a look of anger and betrayal
"I'm sorry," tearfully said
A pounding echo rang in his heart
"Please! Forgive me!"
His eyes slowly lifted, with a deep breath of quiet
She stretched out her trembling hand
feeling shame
He silently turned and walked away
A Reason And A Season
Miracle Man
4/25/2025
I deal with the challenge of my wife’s dementia,
Many days I’m tempted to just “cut and run.”
I constantly remind myself, “it’s not her fault,”
so I’ll stay at her side until one life is done.
Our marriage this August will mark 60 years,
we’ve weathered many miles of crooks and bends.
Tearfully, I reminisce our past of the good times,
before dementia rendered us less than friends.
It seems the “Golden Years” of which many speak,
were more like rust on the path that we’ve trod.
From my walker, I endeavor to absorb the slack,
kept going by prayer and my faith in God.
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