Ode to my neighbor’s horrible cat
Disgusting behavior that little turd
Emphatically speaking I say that
Teary eyed for he killed my bird
One understands it is nature’s way
Couldn’t have let my parakeet live
All I could do was purple pray
That a dog will give him his
Teedee was our bird’s nickname
What a horrible death in vain
Ode to a crazy cat insane
You sachet round the aisle
Just to seek an earnest romp
You flash your crooked smile
More of your parasitic pomp
A masher and a cad
You ever prey on their desires
Take everything they had
Then put out their friendly fires
You'll laugh your life away
You're quite the jester, yes it's true
I've just come here today
Saying, the joke my bloke's on you
No one ever calls you friend
Nor will ever recall your name
When you reach the bitter end
You'll know you played a losing game
No mourners will be present
Teary-eyed beside your grave
No tender reminiscent
No fond knick-knacks left to save
Some may find it sad indeed
But, all the same, I find it just
Time to plant another seed
One more idiot in the dust
If home is a place
Then I lost my map
Hearts got misplaced
Vocal cords snap
I scream and yell for one more chance
Then beg and plea for some closure
My legs are tired of this dance
Now I've lost my composure
Teary eyed and red
Weight gained and lost
All the blood I've shed
Promises given with fingers crossed
Lies spread around
Passing from friend to friend
Yet I prayed you'd turn around
And hoped I dreamt this end
Now that door is closed and rusted
And I'm in my bed alone
I've lost the person I trusted
And all I've ever known
Don't know why I couldn't fly
When I had the wings and all,
Don't know why I didn't try
Was I much too afraid to fall
Teetering on the bridge that day
Arms outstretched, toes to the edge,
Then again, who would jump anyway
From such a treacherous ledge
Looking down from an incredible height
My last breath caught in my throat,
Teary eyed, I lost all of my might
One moment and that was all she wrote
I often think about that time in my life
When every thing was there to try,
When ridicule, rumors, chaos were rife
I don't know why I couldn't fly …
I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried,
But your eyes pull me, like waves to the shore,
How can I forget what never died?
I search for you where the lost hopes hide,
A glance from you—my heart beats once more,
I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried.
Among the crowd, where echoes collide,
Yet only your silence cuts to the core,
How can I forget what never died?
My heart still follows, though fate has denied,
Like a story unwritten, an unopened door,
I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried.
If love was a fire, it would have subsided,
Yet here I stand, still longing for more,
How can I forget what never died?
"If it stays, it’s love,"—I whisper, teary-eyed,
"If it ends, it’s a tale... if it never begins, folklore."
I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried,
How can I forget what never died?
As the tears begin to fall,
I try to keep standing tall,
And pretend that I'm okay,
But my face gives me away.
My tears I no longer hold
After what I've been told,
This crying feels good to me;
It helps set my pain free.
I'm a broken man on the inside,
Getting myself together I've tried.
The pieces slip through my fingers
As my pain sits there and lingers.
My hurting inside I can't tame
For this pain you're to blame
The pain I try to hide
But I can't do it teary-eyed.
He looked out of his window, chuckling at the thought of tomorrow while reflecting on yesterday. A smile crossed his face, but soon he felt teary-eyed; it was a slow, gentle laugh followed by a quick cry.
He shyly glanced at his battered hands, reflecting on a time filled with many tilled lands.
Gently, he raised his hands to touch the lines above his graying brow. After a deep inhale, he exhaled slowly.
Precious memories that rest in distant corners of his mind.
Then there was a whisper; he heard a noble whisper from Father Time.
Life is unpredictable, often mysterious and mind-bending
as such we don’t often get the chance to write our perfect ending:
They met when they were eight years old and became fast and life-long friends.
Now, both in their 80’s, one of those lives was about to end.
One in hospice…eyes closed…the other teary-eyed.
One is barely breathing…the other is seated by her side.
determined not to let her friend go…not to let her die
before these two old friends have the chance to say good-bye.
So, seated at her bedside…hoping her friend could hear
she whispers to her all the memories they’ve shared throughout the years.
Memories from as far back as the day they met in school…
memories when life was joyous and friendly…
memories when life was cruel.
She’s not sure how long she sat there sharing memories of all their years…
all their miles…
and call it wishful thinking but along the way
she thought she saw her old friend smile.
And though it may not have been the perfect ending…
she smiled as she began to cry…
knowing for these two life-long friends…
it was the perfect way to say good-bye.
In a world where hate reigns in whirling waves, as winter wreaths form chilling chains.
I seek refuge from weeping war strains; my one desire to vacate the poverty lane.
These gliding lights we glimpse in the atmosphere aren't honest or humane.
On the screen, they consume champagne whilst we hunt for remote grains.
My kin is slowly sinking into the sad soil from the purple pair’s pesticide campaign.
I paint my canvas of poetry in pigments of dismal despair.
They are the only words my brain can declare, I scrutinize them, seeking a breath of fresh air.
My life has become a blue, teary-eyed, sordid affair.
The only time I open my spirit and stare is at dawn when the palls play the symphony of the sunrise glare,
It's the only light I want to see and hear because I know it's golden and fair.
I remember when wind chimes nestled in the heart,
Then, rainbows soothed the tainted cay of innocents.
A golden candle tempering the fang of dark
I prayed that good spirits would always reign.
I remember the day when blackbirds came.
Within their fiery beaks was an icy rain.
Smashing every bluebird into bits of clay.
Silence and green-eyed things dominated the days.
Three decades of moths, chewing the good dream away.
Until I prayed no more.
The epiphanies then came in waves:
That wind chimes only spoke when the wind opened their cage.
Nobody paid attention to the candle until dusk awakened to swallow the day.
The bluebird isn't really acknowledged until his omega refrain is taken away.
Though the hands are now bent, the days are often spent
sifting amidst broken pieces of bluebird clay.
Nighttime arrives with chilling cries.
The teary-eyed mime tries in vain to knead the blackbirds into flying flame.
I knew I was the sole searcher.
Like a rose dying in the desert.
And all the loneliness she felt.
The piercing pains, oh how they hurt.
I can't turn the clock back, can I?
Wish to be where we were before.
Euphoric bliss of love we built,
Until I lost my head once more.
It was not long ere I discerned,
What a fool I really was
Yet what excuse could I invent?
She knew quite well I was the cause.
She roamed the crowded streets alone
Refusing all the calls I made
Preferred to die in loneliness,
Perhaps it was right that I paid.
I had no real intention
Of letting her go without me,
I climbed the stairs and waited.
An hour meant nothing to me.
She appeared, forlorn, teary-eyed.
Surprised she stood tall and defiant.
On my knees, I begged a pardon.
I loved her, she had to agree.
'Twas a tawdry affair that trifles pittance fare,
A Qualified Judge.
~0~
Allied With Grudge.
~0~
Pride Did Smudge.
~0~
Backslide By Nudge.
~0~
Denied To Rejudge.
~0~
Teary-Eyed No Budge.
~0~
"FORGIVENESS"
"Implied?" ... "Theorized!"
"Her fate has already been decided ..."
"... and what of me ...?"
"Your fate will be defined."
Never knew my grandpa's,
they were too old.
I cannot now sing
true grampus songs.
I get all teary-eyed
about those two dead and gonners.
I dream of going fishing with them,
listening to their tall tales,
and, well you know,
just getting along fine with the old guys.
Hey Grandaddies, what's up?
Do you look up
or down on me -
your once
whippersnapper blood-kin?
I'm a grandpappy myself now.
with grandkids,
It's grand,
Do you miss that toy train?
It went: choo-choo-choo,
you bought it for your own nippers
and it got passed down,
sorry, gramps,
I lost it somewhere along the line,
like I lost you.
Maybe you are both riding
that loco now,
just chuffing along with a huff- huff
and choo-choo glee.
Wish I could hear,
wish I could see.
Firey red sparks flew,
Terrified wildlife fled,
Scared lost Roo,
Filled with dread,
Destroying homes, hearts,
Humens and hope,
bringing sombre new starts,
No-one could cope,
Many lives lost,
Firefighters fought,
At a terrible cost,
In the flames they were caught,
Destroying, spreading, Spotfire's,
Grey ground covered in ash,
flames stop for a bit, but are liars,
Burning shops, crops, cash,
Teary eyed children wave good-bye,
To their burnt, black homes,
Where old memories lie,
And their gohst dogs roam.
Through Garreg-Wen’s nomadic hearth, we grew
and waned like lichen’s stole on Moel-y-Gest.
Her lustrous tablet’s cleaved expanse possessed
our sacred streams. Where plasma sands, in lieu
of blood’s endured aspects – our angled view –
was figured, flawless: all we knew. North-West
Nirvana’s alien tongues recite the pest
of castle’s: tourist’s transient blight; so too,
ewe’s balk like doubtful dunes. Idyllic slants
in callow youth, discern, so seldom, tints
beyond the rosy realm of spectrum’s scant
surmise: stars, not blinkered by levant,
lost streetlights. Night’s insight may not imprint
the shape of time that teary-eyed stars grant.
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