While mopping the melted snow of winter.
I remember when I got a splinter.
My expression cringing.
My finger twinging.
But still I reminisce.
Of the fireplace’s caress.
While dusting the places usually never seen.
I remember being-
Next to a draft.
Feeling bereft.
Wishing for spring.
Not seeing-
Flowers that bloom.
Feeling like I’m in a tomb.
But nowadays I slip from my mopping.
Dust flying and never stopping.
I miss being lazy.
Even when it was hazy.
But then I open a window.
And love for spring rekindles.
Soon summer will come around.
Then I’ll miss the smell of spring that abounds.
Categories:
twinging, spring,
Form: Rhyme
Through googly eye's
and a warm-browed telling
I see that summer is fast coming
the panting wind proclaims it.
As contrarily as a dude can get
I wish for a fresher breeze
a knee twinging chill or two
not many
just a pinch of a light blue
mildness.
Lunch will be brunch today,
and then a nap
between cold beers.
Summer days
are as hazy-brained as ever
I remember,
just before
night flips its switch.
Categories:
twinging, poetry,
Form: Free verse
You dawdle away and I kept waiting...
Until…
My heart feasts a funereal!
I dare not look at the sun, albeit my eyes wet in pang.
My bones melting away, as memories grow dim.
Yet I hear you screaming for eternal affections
Ah! Lately you felt my no show
I fall on my knees, beat my chest
Yet I loosen my grip on you.
Because this is the destiny I count upon.
At some point, I sob and snivel…
Turn around to hold you again, that my aching heart is satisfied.
But now that our love is merely a distant dream
Forget me darling and Kiss me goodbye!!
I dive deep to love you again.
shepherd your twinging heart, oh dear!
For I have learnt to adieu, as...
I bided my time calmly, before I found the nest of another.
My only wish, you live well!
I pray you will learn to adieu little by little bit.
Categories:
twinging, goodbye, sad love,
Form: Free verse
“One man, one woman”
My father will sternly warn me
And severally, oh! Severally
Will he repeat in my hearings
Loudlier than ever saying
“Son will you take on too many woes”?
“Oh! My father” of what do you speak again
My tender heart skipping a hurdle
A firm handshake erupting
Between my pounding heart
And my twinging left eyeball
Cry out then I unto him
“Oh! My father it is, but very early at dawn
And with his eyes wide open
My father beholds the fruit of his loins
Who erstwhile had previously
Been wrapped in swaddling clothes,
A tiny little young creature
My father takes in a deep smiling breath
And another deep breath quick to follow
And calmly says
“Son, my son -do not take on more than you can chew!
Listen boy, listen to me!
Beautiful many a women come,
Poison and woes their abundance bring
But of one man, one woman!
What potent panacea more would you request
One man, one woman boy!
One man, one woman Son.
Categories:
twinging, family, lifefather, heart, woman,
Form: Lyric