I said…
In time, when my hair has gone wispy and grey
When my youth like my hairline has scampered away
When my joints creak aloud any time that I move
When my musical taste isn’t quite in groove
Will you tolerate me whilst I idolise you
Will you still be my soulmate when these things are true
And then I said…
In time, when my tummy casts shade on my feet
When my teeth as a set are no longer complete
When I enter a room and I don’t recall why
When I can’t hear the TV unless it’s up high
When these things happen, when these things are true
Will you still want me… please answer me do
And she said…
Remember we stood with the rings we would give
We promised each other, “So long as we live”
How many times did our dotage occur to us
Well, it seems that in your case, the ‘When’ is superfluous
Speaking Your Mind
Every time you
don’t speak your
mind these things happen:
snails do
aerobics, flamingos update their
details on
important apps, palm trees spill
out Amish hats, combs beg to
eat
lemon pie, stools memorise
flame thrower literature, and
gravy animals, who live in
the clouds, help out
swamped midwives.
The waitress spilled a beer last night
Right on my husband’s clothes.
He was upset, but these things happen,
Sometimes, I suppose.
He went back to our room to change
And rinse his threads of beer,
But everything still reeked
And thus, so smiles would reappear
A laundry bag was filled up with
His shirts, his shirt and tee,
Which would be cleaned without a fuss
And naturally, for free.
We left this morning for a tour
But after we returned,
The clothes were hanging, fresh and clean,
The lesson to be learned:
It’s better to have something spilled
On you, like beer or booze,
Not in a restaurant or home,
But rather on a cruise.
Lost Sailing
The boat sails this way and that
Round around the waters
Lost its rudder a while ago
Like a person with no eyes
Going about by feel alone
Wondering how it happened?
Up creek no damn paddle
These things happen like life
Made in Red China kaput
Low quality crap made bad
Mass produced
Sold to us by the CCP turtles
Like the boat going round
But that's fine the crew
Tho minus a rudder
Are drinking a dozen beers
No cares for this world
Or the next sailing there
In a rudderless boat
Is the boat on the Styx
Also without a rudder?
And made by the Chinese?
What does the ferryman think?
All fine as long as you pay
Coins on a dead person's eye
Chinese currency refused
It was my first time back since covid
to my home town Kilmarnock by name
over recent years there's been changes
few for the better but what's to blame?
The town has deteriorated, so many closures
it's so sad to see this great decline
remembering my teenage years now fat gone
would never have believed then down the time
Covid has had its effect there's no doubt
so many mote shops top let or for sale
no incentive to move back for any reason
becoming a ghost town such a sorry tale
Now the soccer club has been relegated
from the Premiership after twenty-eight years
the fans feel frustrated and let down
but these things happen no matter the tears
Let's hope in the coming decades
it'll all be turned around again
maybe the next generation brings hope
in the present hour all there cry when!
(Just so sad an experience last weekend visiting my old home town which I left all of 31 tears ago, to see its sad decline. I have just written these words hoping it will mean something who have experienced a similar situation or even maybe some former Kilmarnockonians looking at our old town.)
No one likes me - they put me on a register,
you must be sick they told me, yes you're right;
my mother made an amazing statement - like this:
'There was nothing more exciting than a twelve year old boy.'
Let's digress: all these things happen in the animal kingdom,
we are supposed to be of higher intelligence and morals,
animals have no knowledge of God or human morals,
they have their own codes, territorial and hierarchy.
That being said, humans are animals, behavioural;
we come to another idea - God should nudge us back on track,
he created us, has responsibility, not hide behind 'man-made,'
no wonder his fantastic creation, design, began to fade.
I'm locked away now, I know it's best if I don't get out,
perhaps you can tell me -what was God's plan really all about.
Another day passes me by
I sit alone and cry and cry
Keep asking myself why
Why do i suffer in so much pain
Do i have anything on this earth to gain
What purpose do i serve in this world
Or could i just be another girl
Is there nothing special about me
Do i lack in every degree
Is there really nothing good about me
Why do people tell me lies
Why do people make me cry
Why do all these things happen why
Sometimes i just wish i could just die
So i will be left alone
With no worries of my own
No more questions
No more tears no more you no more me
But then i wake up and reality hits
Another day to live like this.
By Naderia Bookram
I bloomed into the person I am from a little seed that you planted.
You were the water; you quenched my thirst and took care of all my needs.
The voices I heard coming from my head always chanted and chanted,
¨she´s still here, this can´t be.¨
Now all I have to remember you are these prayer beads you left behind.
You are departed, but I know that your love for me is just started.
You taught me how to love the Lord above.
Every year to remember the date you passed, I visit your grave like a mourning dove.
These things happen all the time,
the cancer that took your life was an organized crime.
August 1st will always run through my mind,
but when that date comes, I feel so confined.
I miss you.
And all because of you, I have grew.
They piled a heap of logs
fire they light and run away
cats and dogs come from sky
the work well done collapses
Things done in haste out of hate
make plotters foolish gamblers
when the world laughs and giggles
cleaning powder they spray
The logs fate piles on gamblers
the burning oil it adds in dark
the cries of the innocent offended
ignite revenge flames that burn souls
When these things happen, no cry
get your guitar and play nice melodies
The twins woke up as usual again
Waiting outside in the glowing sun
For the train to come at 8:00 am
It arrives by 8:10 every day precisely
One boy blond, one girl blonde, age 5 shimmering
Powder blue eyes with long smiles begin
With matching curly hair bending
Displaying a bag of marbles ready to toss
They positioned themselves fashionably
Between two railroad tracks on solid trestle beams
Rolling away the day to play after morning prayers
The children were astounded at the sounds approaching
A speeding train from the north roared down
Another locomotive from the south readied for a head to head
Somehow they ended up on the same doomed track
These things happen
Just before the collision occurred
By the way, both were going 90 miles per hour
People yelled out
Avert your eyes at the appropriate time kiddies
This is not going to be pretty
Adults only are permitted
8:10 am had come and gone
We all knew something was wrong
*Authors Warning: Mature and Adult content. Children under the age of 95 should be accompanied by an adult or at least by someone who can read before proceeding.
The art shop went up in flames
No one was at fault
These things happen
All colors screamed out in black and white
Insects inside ran furious with the paint
Toasted crisp with no complaints
Their secrets too are safe
Regarding the rain
Which was already falling
Kept its distance from the unusual
Watering plants in plain sight
As you might expect
Fire hoses twisted with men in helmets
It is a job worth doing
To come prepared for battle
They came too late to fight
Insurance covers water hazards
That's all that matters
Water mixed with ash remains
When the shop collapsed in ruin
It is only natural and meant to happen
Matches were never found at the scene
Come to me, and hurry.
I grow tired of worries.
Come to me,and hurry
I grow tired of pain.
I offer every single good deed under my name to end this game, this life.
To end the misery dancing down my spine.
Punching my walls in the morning, upset that I even woke up, all the time.
I take a good look at life with all three of my eyes and wonder why.
Why can't I be happy? Why can't I be free?
What did I do to have these things happen to me?
Come to me,and hurry.
My child within lives alone,
struggling daily with life
taking emotional journeys
destination unknown.
Eyes that don't look too long
the need to search no longer exists.
This moment, this instance
is all that matters.
My child within me whispers
ask questions, truths, seeking belief...
I cannot answer... when I don't know.
Why do these things happen?
I want to be happy
I don't want to be scared
I want a bit of hope
I'm tired of feeling sad.
My child inside me seeks words of comfort.
Reassurance isn't a gift offered
when all around violence prevails.
I tell my child, it'll be over soon,
I suggest they dream travel,
don't let the pain get in the way.
Remember our feelings are ours
their voice only heard by me
I'll keep them safe even when fear knocks my door
My child within cries softly
No tears fall, No noises heard
but I feel the pain
outwardly I must be strong
I cannot show I'm weak
My dignity already taken
there's nothing left to give
soon we'll be alone again
we'll comfort each other
me and my child within
This world is very rough and has edges which are very sharp
Upon doing a little mistake you will be harmed immensely
Or pull you down and cut you into sizes
As they don’t know forgiveness nor they know revenge is a bloody word
All these things happen because of their immaturity and
For the ignorance that they nurture a lot
Trees, flowers and rain shout at me and say I am wrong
I tell them I have a strong desire
And I wish my desire to be right was immediately fulfilled
But how can I? As I have seen rolling down from hills to valleys
From valleys to footpaths and sideways of roads
Burning, tearing and spilling of fresh blood
Here I find no wisdom, no sages i see to live
Quick money is wanted by everyone without going through any hardship
Everybody is blunt and all over here is the darkness of ferocity
Yet upon this cruel piece of land I become round and smooth
After every fall and collide I shun my claws and teeth
And shine brightly to pleasure the eyes of haughty and pride
And all these would not been possible
If I were not born before you all and roll for centuries after centuries
If I were not a piece of rock and later a piece of pebble
UNLIKE ME I WILL BET HE WAS A CHUBBY HUBBY
I had many extraordinary expectations
Some of them out of the ordinary but none out of order
You had your own secret obligations
Such as a husband, son and a very young daughter
Whenever a wretched wind whips and blows
Whenever a chill wills me chapped, trapped and cold too
Whenever or wherever a loathsome weed grows
Whenever these things happen I’m reminded of you
I never knew about two children and a spouse
Oh yes I did but you swore the two of you were divorced
I did, however, once see your quaint sunny yellow house
But you swore you saw hubby only when frightfully forced
Well that wasn’t the case but I, with certainty, wish it was
So here sit I without a sliver of a silver dime
You lied because that’s what an unmitigated liar does
And instead of meeting you I’d rather have done a long stint of prison time
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