Our grandkids have something
Our kids never had –
Two grands on the side of
Both mother and dad.
Our son is their daddy.
We’re urban and vote
For the Democrats and
Of the arts we take note.
The others (that’s Grandma
And Pop-Pop) watch Fox.
Their life in the suburbs
Avoids city blocks.
Yet we all love the grandkids;
They see us and smile,
Despite how we watch them,
In unalike style.
With parents away, we have
Split up the week.
We’ve just passed the baton,
Our turn done, so to speak.
Our children are lucky,
(They don’t know how much)
With two fit sets of grands
To come through in the clutch.
Categories:
unalike, grandparents,
Form: Rhyme
I walk into love with you.
With my eyes wide open.
To take every measure along the way.
I didn't fall in love with you.
Because my eyes were wide open,
So, I can love you every step we take.
I believe in destiny and fate.
And we intended,
To do things that we value.
I'd choose you.
In a hundred lifetimes over,
Because you're unique in scars.
I'd choose you sooner.
In a hundred worlds different,
Because of your imperfections.
I'd choose you sooner.
In a hundred universes unalike,
Because I'd find you in time.
Any interpretation of this existence.
I'd find you sooner and choose you,
And I'd walk into love with you, again.
I love you all the same, Shannon! R.I.P.
Categories:
unalike, best friend, family, fate,
Form: Prose
The river Life is nothing but a glib tunnel,
Except for the dazzling water, it is just a disastrous canal.
Except for any untamed misery,
It would only be an adversary.
Except for an acute pied piper,
This river would be an unalike well-giver.
The fragile memories spring up in the corridor,
In which nobody can hope for the undisclosed Advisor.
It is just a storehouse of harassment,
The well-giver is just a warped embodiment.
To bid in the farewell is only a colossal audacity,
To sacrifice your psyche is nothing but a callous mendacity.
The perpetual night is the name of an idiot,
Nothing can last for an everlasting period,
Nobody can live long without their deeds,
In the end, I want to confront my haughty demeanour and its mistreatments.
This river is only a four-digit number,
It does not wait for any illusory diver.
It does not cost more than a voyage,
It is no more than a mirage.
Categories:
unalike, allegory, confusion, extended metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
I said I didn't trust promises,
so you made up your own special type.
We lock pinkies and kiss.
It's a new kind that harnesses,
because its so unalike
the promises from before.
So maybe I don't trust promises,
but I trusted you.
Guess I shouldn't trust promises
even from someone I love.
Because now I can't trust either like I used to.
I really don't trust promises,
but I sure did trust you.
So, maybe I shouldn't trust promises,
or maybe I just shouldn't have trusted you.
Categories:
unalike, anxiety, betrayal, depression, heartbroken,
Form: Free verse
Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life.
~~~
We’re like black and white, forever disparate.
While I look to the right, you search the left side.
Though we’re so opposite, I see your merit.
When I’ve been confused, you’ve often clarified.
What seems like love and hate, could be crazy fate.
You’re outspoken while I’m totally tongue-tied.
At times, we’re night and day, which can complicate.
Still, our hearts are linked by our feelings like love.
Our dreams bring so much wonder to captivate.
Our bond was surely started by God above.
Only He knew what this union would teach us.
Though unalike, our two hearts fit like a glove.
Some think this relationship is treasonous.
I still believe love is meant to make a fuss.
Categories:
unalike, hate, heart, love, marriage,
Form: Terza Rima
Willburger Zee never felt like he fit in with his family.
How much unalike as them could he possibly be?
His accent was different, his language was a new way.
None of them understood him at the end of a day.
It’s not like he felt disrespected, just misunderstood.
How could these people relate? He wished that they would.
When he aged out at thirteen, he understood at last.
For memories of his planet came back hard and fast.
He had been sent in a space ship pod, all by himself.
From a planet in the next galaxy named McZigger McElf.
He discovered his space ship pod, and found his way back.
What do you think? Asked his daddy. Do we need to attack?
Earthlings can be awful, Willburger Zee readily admitted.
But before you get the armies coated and outfitted,
Know that there are a few who are kind and loving and nice.
So, the king spared our planet on his sage son’s advice.
Categories:
unalike, science fiction,
Form: Rhyme
Challis was huffing and puffing putting away the books.
Her sister Alice was playing her guitar with her feet up like hooks.
Alice did not feel guilty, for she had asked Challis to take a break.
They had been unpacking their house for a week, for goodness sake!
Challis was getting upset, angry, annoyed, because she was type A.
Alice knew this but could not change her or whisk her away.
The two sisters were unalike in many ways, this was just one.
Challis was always wanting things exactly her way; Alice was more fun.
Categories:
unalike, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Have you ever heard of the Monkey-Face Orchid?
They are common in the steep mounts of Madrid.
It resembles the shape of a Cauchin Monkey’s face and eyes,
when I saw this unusual flower I was like…”oh my!”
The Monkey-Faced Orchid’s petals grow amid.
Capuchin Monkeys are small and only seven pounds,
it prances with ***** with extreme leaps and bounds.
The face is tan looking just like my favorite cappuccino
with a furry black coat that runs to his legs and toes.
Apparently, they make the most annoying sounds!
Some monkeys are pets, like flowers they’re groomed
and their curious personality can never be assumed.
When sunshine reflects upon both faces like twins,
they shine with joy as their Summer day begins.
Unlike the Capuchin, the Orchid will always smell perfumed.
These two things created by mother’s natures strike
can seem peculiar as they both look immensely alike.
I’d like to sow the seeds of the Monkey-Face Orchid
and would save a Capuchin abandoned, God forbid!
It’s funny how two things that echo can be so unalike.
Categories:
unalike, flower, nature,
Form: Rhyme
I open up the fridge and the light flickers.
The immistakable vaporous flatulence of leftover yesterdays slams (back) shut.
Beer cartons with warning labels and horrific mug shots, people gone missing riddle me this.
Dead soldiers they lay, loose tan cigarettes long since forgotten; shattered.
“Coffee”
Gurgling and steam
Followed by an alarm
I think I may have contracted
the clap.
Two skinny necks with sucular eye-like monstrosities parasitically play host tented atop a human form.
Body changes deformatiorically speaking through similar straws.
Left over astray reeking from purgorious infections; indictment soul.
Worldly and words are not so easily irreducible complexities; unalike.
Give thanks to this nex cup of joe.
My new bff…
Nex-Cup of-joe
'To eyes that lay atop differences'
“Cheers”
We drink our voice commanded coffee and prompt cream and sugar to taste; hung over.
Some things never change.
Kind of like when
I open up the fridge and the light flickers.
9-8-16
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Categories:
unalike, adventure, allusion, cheer up,
Form: Free verse
I know exactly how betrayal feels like.
How personal of an ordeal.
The feeling is spear vociferous like.
That is betrayal for a mere country girl.
Being used to wagons and stallions,
springs, tall grass lands, I was safe.
Lassie years fetched these experiences,
Now I testify about betrayal, I’m safe.
I am told love comes in unalike statuses,
I had, I have my own, will always have.
I don’t know how love saw this unbiased.
But it is bias, I have been betrayed.
Well, it’s done I have always thought.
But love you left me there,
There by Betrayal’s door post, I’m hurt.
Won’t you come, come pull me to the out?
You never know because I never tell.
You will never come fetch me.
You never meant to me thus at all.
This hurt will be my light each day I see
Categories:
unalike, best friend, betrayal, change,
Form: Quatrain
You and I, we were unalike, embedded into the earth,
so far from each other.
My roots grew independently and strong, as yours,
grew to be smothered.
As time went on our stocks matured and grew,
to extend such a great distance.
Our roads trekked in contrasting directions,
that channeled us to coexistence.
Fate cannot be discouraged nor fought by mortals,
a lesson learned not forgot.
As different as an Apricot is to a Plum,
together we can make a Pluot.
Categories:
unalike, destiny, love, , fate,
Form: Rhyme
Sweet pain within the soul to be around peeps assorted…
Seems would never be filled with the heart unloved…
It makes no odds if I heed you with some desire…
Making a point I turn up to be a dark outsider…
Unalike way you would understand the untold tale…
I certitude your heart not to be cold as “storm hail”…
In fits and starts you go ahead like you care…
No matter if your love for me is sham or sincere…
By - Gautam
Dated on – 11th Oct 2015
Categories:
unalike, dream, heart, lost, lost
Form: Rhyme