My mother tells me
the ways the world used to be.
She says—
it used to snow on Christmas Day
the trees would turn red and orange
and yellow in the autumn months.
She tells me of a great reef in the ocean
dressed and dazzling in more colors than a child could dare
to dream
My mother tells me
of something she calls “bitter”
that it chilled the bone
and left frost on the morning grass in place of dew
My mother tells me
of bird sounds in the morning
the screech of owls and twitters of robins and blue jays
greeting the rising sun,
carried by breezes
My mother tells me
of bees in spring
and dandelion-green-and-yellow knees in summer
And sometimes, in the early morning light,
I can almost recall
a wanderlust from a home I’ve never known
Memories that fade and fall like snowflakes and the ice at
the edge of the world
And I—
I cannot help
but to cradle them in my warm, warm hands,
melting them,
picturing how the world must’ve looked.
Thet called me a Clerk Typist,
But handed me casework meant
For a higher pay grade.
Families leaned on me, and I carried them
Growth came from fortitude,
Not classification.
I did the job first,
Earned the title after some time
Public Assistance Specialist,
Proven by service, not paperwork.
Lesson: Your role is shaped by what you
Rise to, not what they print on your hiring form.
In the end we said our farwells
Felt like what we had just died
Though our own personal hells
And the fact that l always tried
It was like walking on egg shells
Always tip-toing around her pride
When l think of her kiss and tells
Her true feelings she would hide
Though unlike the marrage vouls
Were my feelings ever justified
I think loVe maddness it spells
An emotional roller coaster ride
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I have a great friend,
she tells the truth and will never bend.
We love going out,
shopping and eating without a doubt.
wow she now tells me,
you are a much better friend,
then they are to you.
Everybody tells me I got a beautiful sun tan
Finally
Because I spent couple days
In the sun
Before my sun tan
My skin was white and pale
Looking like cottage cheese
That was awful
I must say
I like my sun tan
Very much
Also now that is summer
I spend a lot of time in the
Boardwalk
I came to the boardwalk
Every day
First thing in the morning
The Ambience Tells It All
The full moon rising slowly above the horizon;
The light from the lampposts in the street
Appear misty in the rain that comes as an evening guest!
The passers-by returning home after the day’s work;
Carrying headaches and fatigue with them under hats,
Wearing raincoats, as aliens act as if they all are strangers!
To the girl with the bouquet, drenched in love,
The reflections of the light like mirages under her feet,
The twilight, the wild cries of the birds going helter-skelter
Appear to be the harbingers of bad omens!
Before suns were born
I lay in void of darkness
worlds slept in my veil
then light fired from a word's mouth
I was driven to the edge
now I walk behind
following you like a dog
fugitive from light
I compile dark thoughts in shade
knowing you won't look my way.
I am what light shuns
what the stars can never burn
what sticks onto you
when you embrace me at night
to dream our dark thoughts alone
she tells the story I also heard on the news
most of the facts she spouts are alternative facts
Her version is a better story
embellishment that adds flavor
but also lies
here we are encased in body-mind
feeling incomplete, we wish to expand
we sense there is more to us than this
but who we are we do not understand
thought and senses are the tools we use
yet form decays and one day we will die
cognition operates in a limited spectrum
our heart’s secret desire is to wingless fly
trapped in the open we are yet free within
in time stretched silence when ego recedes
from a centreless fulcrum love calls to us
cajoling us to gentle our words and deeds
softening attention, our eye nonjudgmental
we are then with our inner voice connected
the false falls away, light of Self is revealed
soul stands erect, stooped stance corrected
Bloody war raged on.
Superpower leader said:
"Sometimes kids fighting
like crazy in the yard, can't be parted."
"Best leave them fight on for a while."
Anyone care for TACO and cheese?
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Ollie onion had never been this mad in his life
He turned all his anger on the kitchen knife
How dare you try to peel me, you interloper, he said.
The knife was embarrassed, his face turned red.
I did not know that you were alive, he admitted.
No one told me this, I am confused, he spitted.
Ollie was not in the forgiving mood at all.
He sent that knife packing, down the hall.
Every piece of jewelry tells a story
Seeing jewelry wears on it defines who you are
Wearing it reflect status, class and passion
Jewelry is a state of character and taste
Make sure yours is a tale of elegance
Elegance is the accessory that never goes out of style
Jewelry is its perfect embodiment surrounding in its creation
Owning jewelry is owning treasure as fashion and heirloom
Jewelry adorn beauty and charisma
It's a symbol of power and respect
A woman's elegance is best expressed
Through the language of jewelry.
Apparently,
I was a naughty boy
At three,
Disappearing in a shopping centre,
Lost for what felt like hours.
Legend has it,
The infant siren song caught air-conditioned wind
And led the search party to a curtained grotto.
She tells me, there, they found
My talent on display,
A song and dance before a giant mirror,
While curious stranger neighbours
Changed their clothes.
I don’t believe the myth,
I had no talent then and precious little now, I think.
But it sure sounds fun.
Rumour has it, the best days are behind us.
Though my young’un’s on her way
into legend now.
Loves that tale.
Dust coats mementos in treasure trove
In a veil that palls recall with a shroud.
It dims the past with repast of neglect,
That taints memories with fading, settling light.
Echoes become fainter, scenes blur,
The sharp clear focus softens in the listless mist
As dust pervades relentless, unstoppable
It quickens the quell that time tells
Neglected memories to fade, be lost and begone.
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