The broad banks shifting
the stone slabs across
the deserted plains of
Arlington white tombstone
lined nestled beneath
decorated wreaths calling
upon sudden hint of braising
sunshine gleaming over falling
leaves catering to yesterday
reaching for tomorrow and
yet silence abode the marble
timings while old glory
flickered between the calm
breeze hints of sadness falls
by the way side while tears
stain the workers cheeks
so we’ll crafted mastered
beyond masonry moments
“You know it still hurts
Sometimes I wonder why it didn’t worked,
May be we were not meant to be together
But what was it with your promises to be with me forever,
May be for you every night I cried
May be for us you really tried,
You said you’ll always find your way back to me
But there was a straight path you couldn’t see,
You used to say you can read mew like an open book
But was something between us I wished you understood,
May be universe gave us sign
You and I were perfect for each other but we met at the wrong time,
You know it still hurts
But living with you was worse…”
----WHITE HUNTER
They are the first, and they will be the last I realized
In a symphony, wrapped infinitely of endless eyes
Dots hitting dots
Dots eating dots
In a rippling dark sea covered by ice
Stars are the payers of time and timings ultimate price
To see one of them fall, is like hearing a chorus of angelic flights
Their descent in the night skies, personifies a crippling fear of heights
When I think of you
A smile grows in my heart
My eyes begin to twinkle
And I have a little laugh
I'm feeling quite excited
Because I'm seeing you at noon
I've been telling everyone
The timings opportune
You bring me such great joy
That I'm not ashamed to say
That I think you're wonderful
You're my favourite cafe!
The Vikings surviving
Travelling fighting
All were uniting
Ending enlightened
invasion surprising
England arriving
Provided a King
Fought and did win
The Normandy Vikings
My family were tied in
aligned with the timings
Madness my mind thinks
Extraordinary findings
All of it binding
From Norway as Vikings
Invasion and fighting
winning exciting
crowning the king
Battle of Hastings
History writing
William the Conqueror
Past paths wonder for
The first to the pinnacle
Witnessed a miracle
My Family ancestry
Walked with the best I see
very impressed I be
My life depressing me
Sun descends slowly to other side of mountains, I watch with wonder
Where sun goes, why other side doesn't have light I often wonder
Sun changes its colour from yellow to orange to bright red, I watch with wonder
Opposite happens in morning, what is the original colour of sun I often wonder
Sky changes its colour throughout the day, I watch with wonder
Red, orange blue white black grey... what is the original colour of sky I often wonder
Leaves change their shades throughout the day, I watch with wonder
What is the original colour of leaves I often wonder
One cannot see sun during day, how powerful is sunlight I wonder
But same sunlight can be blocked by clouds, how I often wonder
Every night different shape of moon I watch with wonder
What is the actual shape moon, I often wonder
Early morning five o click birds begin chirping, their melodious voice I hear with wonder
How birds and animals know the correct time without watch I often wonder
As I watch the beauty of nature, I am filled with wonder
How nature is ever-changing yet flawless in timings I often wonder.
Date: 10/17/2020
How often do you regret,
Questioning what you suspect
To be an opportunity missed,
Wanting to do over, you wish
Another chance,
To improve your circumstance
Please let me try,
I won’t let this one go by
Without fear,
It’s perfectly clear
With fear,
Success is no where near
So why do we hesitate,
Is it cautiously to investigate
To insure we don’t fail,
And end trapped on the regret trail
Maybe you’ve used the “timings not right”,
But really you would like
To abandon all care to the wind,
For your hopes you have pinned
On a new plan or adventure,
Opportunities now with its tenure
You never know which moment will change your life,
Or the opportunity that comes around just right
But everyday you have that chance,
That person in you, to enhance
So others see,
The real me
Living without regrets,
Taking all I can get
That I want and believe,
Will only improve me.
As my stars align i quiver,
Searching for the next step as i age and wither,
My destiny i try to figure,
Yearing for something bigger,
I slake my thirst through small achievement,
Tears i burst when the timings convenient,
I search for something more,
Scared to settle for a life thats a bore,
Adventure is something i crave,
Falling into a day by day slave,
My own path i pave,
I will not cave,
As my stars align i quiver,
Slowly.. i wither.
Her bedding’s a damp soggy sight
Kay’s bathed in sweat night after night
She’d discovered the cause
It’s the darned menopause
Now fifty the timings just right!
For Kay – happy 50th! ( I have never met this lady but was asked to help write 50th birthday poems for her ... I asked her friend for some info to work on and night sweats was one of the things I was told)
6/30/18
Edna Purcell
1912-1930
Dying a virgin was the least of my regrets.
Dying a chaste woman at 18 seemed a moot point.
I remember watching my momma die.
It was in summer, and I was 16.
Hopelessly disconsolate, that’s how I felt;
How would I live without her?
Why was she so cruelly taken from me?
How did she get so sick?
My demise, then, was the anticlimax of my short sad life.
Oh cruel Fate, you!
I despise your insatiable appetite for shattered lives;
Indeed, I spit on you for all the ill-timings and bad luck.
I spit on your wry smile, lurking there,
Behind the shadowy trellis,
Of private episodes with flowers and silk;
You, with those arrogant knowing glances,
Those imploding muscular arms of private desperation.
I died a virgin indeed, never having you,
Died with an empty heart and a reeling soul.
Life was just a foolish grab for nothing;
Always seeming to have enough,
But always wanting much more.
That was life, my life in this quiet religious town.
So, I died a virgin in 1930. I was 18.
Too late for me, I guess.
All I wanted, was to spit in your face!
Oh cruel Fate, wrecker of dreams!
so it seems you never asked my name
while the quiet storm felt the same
so it seems the offering is quite fitting
within the evening time and table sitting
so it seems the clouds moved yet again
allowing the misty horizons a soft rain
so it seems the mountains all stand still
during the peak hours the springs do spill
so it seems laughter grows over the shoulders
while the earths crust reshapes her boulders
so it seems the patience flows in spite
the moral timings of a summer night
so it seems the mind gathers all thought
during the jaded hours of love that's sought
so it seems you never asked my name
it's a pleasure to meet me all the same
so it seem the beginning shall soon past
as life began to open for me at last
Little girls laugh,
Little girls run,
Little girls have lots of fun,
with piggy tails in their hair and pretty dresses.
They tell a story that will just do.
The timings right, it brings a cheer, a laugh, a giggle
Little girls cry,
Little girl’s trip,
Little girls are caught when they fall,
With a helping hand and a plaster for care.
They have a wow to tell, the timings right; it brings a tear, a weep and a wow.
We were sitting
In your house by the beach
And you were making us drinks
I think they were strawberry margaritas
I said to you
What kind of man
Drinks strawberry margaritas?
We laughed and laughed
Til we couldn’t laugh anymore
Tears running down our eyes
We shared a night
A perfect night
With some wine and then
We talked til the sun
Came up, and once again
Before I knew it
I had to leave
How can I leave
When all I want to do
Is stay
Here with you
But my man
You’re someone else’s man
And that’s not the kind of man
That I want to want
But I know, I know
That there’s things
In this life
That people can’t help
And darlin’
I can’t help it
I know
That this
Is how it’s supposed to be
And even if the timings wrong
I don’t care
Coz I’ve waited for
Far too long
For someone
Like you to
Make me smile again
The way that you do
Someone like you
There’s always someone
Like you
The one
That someone
That one who got away
I dreamt of you again during the jaded hours where chocolate silk covered my soul tainted with morbid memories of where breast cancer had lingered long after hospice left the building I gazed through diamond covered eyes window panes leading to a quaint ledge I often glanced over after untimely chemo therapy a sight for sore eyes to find you hovering over angel figurines lined against the gift shop wall how drained I was an yet it was your soul that needed prayers your heart that needed my undivided. attention I'd forgotten life I'd neglected living catering selfishly to pain and disfigured timings I'd endure I thought of passion pink and sassy threads leaving nothing out I thought of new loves you'd explore in my absence I daintily gathered my pink gel soles and began walking breathlessly for you dear as I'd remembered your beating heart beneath my weakened breast bone
They were born on different days,
on different years,
at different timings,
in different places..
They lived all away,
passing life, day by day
to wherever it goes,
whatever it takes..
Time flies by
and they grow old,
moments unite,
years gather aside,
days align,
and the clock ticks,
till they ran into one another
till their eyes fell on each other..
By then..
time froze,
love breeze flows,
strikes hit their hearts
when Cupid's arrow was successfully
triggered in their way..
and then..
heart beats, arose loud,
wide smiles, were easily and permanently drawn
and with life, they were so thankful and proud..
Endless feelings,
eternity life sharing,
strongly troubles baring,
indescribable love and caring
were all meant for them..
and just.. TO THEM..
Because since they were born,
meeting each other's aim was drawn,
no matter where they go,
the globe revolves,
and revolves..
till it had them both
trapped in the same love boat..
Today he is on his knees,
and she is living her extreme awaken dreams
and everyone is standing there
with smiles on the face,
and endless cheers..
And here they go..
Happily Ever After,
Once and For All!!
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