Can you smell the sweet fragrance of spring in the air
New beginnings are upon us and together we'll share
Long walks, holding hands with fingers entwined
Seeing buds springing forth, only by nature defined
Nourished favorably by the freshly melted snow
Feeling the spring breeze, setting our faces aglow.
Can you sense the connection that is uniquely ours
More poignant and sweet then a mountain of flowers
Watching the swell of the creek which threatens to overflow
Not unlike our love which continues to magically grow
A cloudburst of showers leaves us soaked and chilled
Outlining body parts that leaves us pleasantly thrilled.
Can you feel the passion that only true love can bestow
Unbelievingly lucky is this belle and her beau
Love making more intense than lightening and thunder
Memories made and what we share no one can put asunder
Love as strong as the mighty oak tree that weathers any storm
So incredibly blessed with a special bond that is beyond the norm.
March-03-2013
Categories:
unbelievingly, love, spring, sweet, spring,
Form: Rhyme
I WANT TO DIE
NO LONGER IS IT A LIE
NOTHING TO LIVE FOR
I THINK AS I'M LISTENING THROUGH THE DOOR
SHE DESERVES NOTHING
SHE'S INCAPABLE OF BELIEVING
GENTLY
AMAZINGLY
HARSHLY
UNBELIEVINGLY
I FORGET THE REASON WHY
WHY, I HAD WANTED TO DIE
THEN AS THE PAIN GETS LOUDER
I START TO REMEMBER
THE ONE WHO CAUSED IT ALL
BEGINING WHEN I WAS SMALL
HAS HATED ME
IT TOOK ME YEARS TO SEE
I TAKE ONE, TWO, AND ANOTHER
DROOPING MY EYES, TO THINK WHEN I CALLED HER MOTHER
SHORT OF BREATHE
I SLOWLY BREAK DOWN MY HEALTH
WAITING TO LEAVE
WANTING TO BE FREE
HERE I SAY HI AND BYE
DON'T WORRY I WON'T BE IN HELL, SO HERE IS MY FAREWELL
Categories:
unbelievingly,
Form: I do not know?
I
did not
expect this
washed grey, unawake,
emptied nothing, slanted
meandering thru ageless days
that melt slowly at the seams of
every tomorrow spent waiting for
something, the something that won’t come unless
sought, the something that won’t pay unless bought, it
is time, past time, to reach, move, crane, turn, journey, cross
to that something, to grasp it firmly by its tail, which is slippery
but can be had, to haul it into and be hauled into every wide awake
non-dreaming, undying moment of days that are only, only tomorrows
never yesterdays, it is a moment beyond the moment when you’ve
blinked unbelievingly, then missed the magic perfection that you
know happened just as you blinked, and no amount of
screaming or cursing will bring it back, and, oh,
if only you hadn’t blinked or opened
your eyes again, because you
did not expect this
washed grey,
unawake,
emptied
nothing
Categories:
unbelievingly, angst, confusion, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse
Lying down,
Surrounded by my unaware autonomy…
I wept amid the lonesomeness of nature,
Among emerald trees that imprisoned me;
I was searching for loneliness,
For I found no reality in the untruthful
Compassion of people…
I crossed the line between
Independence and carelessness,
And found myself amid rage
And remorse,
Hurling the world out
With the unconsciousness of
My fury, as words of anger
Discharged themselves with my grievance…
Acrimonious taste, as the bitterness of
The world submerged my saliva,
I screamed loudly, trying to release my pain…
My thunderous screams roared
Through this heaven-like environment, as
They slowly faded into silence, I
Screamed and screamed unbelievingly, for
I heard no reply of anger… I just felt…
Sympathy… I… sympathy…
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Express
Your anger thru trustful eyes;
Release this vehemence into the
Cobalt oceans, and into the sapphire skies,
Let the waves defeat these clamors
And vocal cries, and let the clouds grasp
Your soul back into reality, and away
From despise…
Categories:
unbelievingly, art, life, nature, peace,
Form: Free verse
I stand in great awe of
Yiorgos the Philanthropist
who in public shared cheerfully
his wealth for the needy.
Oh, what a hypocrisy
It’s unbelievingly hard for him
to give the wages of his good maid
in return, of her long service.
Categories:
unbelievingly, caregiving, life, on work
Form: McWhirtle