A parent is shunned by a child
That is a loss to put it mild
For the parent the suffering remains
Like water down drains
Living with pain
For the parent the pain will remain
The parents have done nothing wrong
The child feels very strong
Decades of giving and loving
To the child this means nothing
All the parents ask for is love
that has gone out the window like a dove.
A parent’s fear
Is not having his children near
At night sheading a tear
Year after year
Not sharing in the child’s joy
Because the child gets annoyed
The parents live on the sideline
for the child the parents will never shine
(Dedicated to my Daughter, with endless love)
©™ AC the Poet
By barren sands, the weary streets do sprawl,
Where voices rattle in the iron dusk,
And hollow laughter rises, wan and thin.
The city groans beneath a leaden sky,
Where smoke and sorrow mingle, thick and gray,
A wasteland woven close with wire and sin.
We shuffle on, led by the shuffling feet,
The broken rhythm of the heartless heart,
As neon blinks and chokes with dying light.
Desire whispers in the crowded dark,
Promises drift in currents cold and stale,
And hope clings tight to shadows out of sight.
Here memory fades like water down the drain,
Filtered through grates of time and rusted hate.
The children play, the elders stare, alone,
Each captive in a glassy cage of bones.
Yet still, I trace faint roots of hidden springs,
In ruins, soft as moths, a life begins.
I hope you find yourself calm; next to me, in uncommon, repose
Like a peony, your beauty willingly unfolds so naturally plain
I found myself undeniably happy in the feelings to you; I expose
You heal my wounds; the ones that no one else knows
Written for you with hearts; bright red as blood in a vein
I hope you find yourself calm; next to me, in uncommon, repose
As chain lightning brings devastating storms to a close
You are the scent of loves white clouds; that freshly made rain
I found myself undeniably happy in the feelings to you; I expose
Such a magnificent being you are; scarring off all my crow's
Sadness of time: It's escaping like blue water down a drain
I hope you find yourself calm; next to me, in uncommon, repose
My heartbeats, brake with you, and everything simply slows
Somber eyes defined with every speck of their hourglass grain
I found myself undeniably happy in the feelings to you; I expose
With simplicity, you have watched as my feelings arose
Continue being you; stay that course; it's so easy to maintain
I hope you find yourself calm; next to me, in uncommon, repose
I found myself undeniably happy in the feelings to you; I expose
Authentic words crafted with purity,
this is what writers should revel in;
Emotions are the ace card of poetry;
To those just beginning to write poetry
do not ever water down your purity;
Write what you truly believe in;
With trends you risk getting stuck in
are not the key to successful poetry;
They lack any semblance of purity;
Blood and tears are purity in poetry.
Inside my head are facts I’ve learned,
Some useful, others not
And mem’ries to which I’ve returned
That I’ve enjoyed a lot.
Inside my head my brain is filled
With no more room to spare,
So just like milk that someone spilled,
New input’s just not there.
No matter what I read or hear
That I wish to retain,
It seems to quickly disappear,
Like water down a drain.
I don't see you anywhere - oh yes, over hare,
it didn't matter, if he's not there, I don't care;
they say animals have the time to stand and stare,
fuzzy wuzzy was a bear, fuzzy wuzzy had no hare.
Alliteration gives you constipation, don't want to go,
to there, where colours rain, there you go, indigo;
what do you get when you pour hot water down a
rabbit hole - a hot cross bunny so they all say.
There was a dividing line, didn't want to split hares,
although the sum of the parts may come in pairs;
Alice had a ban in case they just came in small boats,
not only had they large ears but also serbo-croats.
The party was over, the march hare lost his friends,
no hare 'lip' because it was where love transcends.
Steam can't hide tear drops
The sound of water, sobs
They're back again, thoughts once forgotten
Of a Lover lost
It was on a summer night, we met
Now Winter's chill reminds
No wedding ring, No vows were made
Only Love, the tie that binds
And when I'm in The dark place now
The memories do flow
As if He tries to ease the pain
But, like a thorny vine, it grows
And so, I shut the water down , and try to refrain
From thinking thoughts of things that Died
And Live the Life I've made
With my thoughts, my sullen mood
Drips slowly down the drain
I dry myself, Anew once more
Until we meet again
Picture of Palawan
Poem by: Noel N. Villarosa
December 16, 2022
You will lull me like a bundle of mother’s love
Like a child running into your doorstep
Barefooted like an innocent lost in a walled mountain
No escape, I am a prisoner to your enchanting beauty
Stories about you will keep circulating
With craggy limestone cliffs
Glorious coral reefs are what make you different
A shelter for exotic animals seeking seclusion from busy life
With your great captains taking us to blue waters
A back ride to your boat watchman to bring us to your shores
The long tiring trek is worth it upon reaching the hidden waterfalls
To bathe upon the rapid descent of water down a rocky ledge
Truly enchanting that one remains deeply attached
With so many loving memories
Of your warm and friendly community
That truly welcomes us, as their family
Posted on my YouTube Channel
Here goes my Musk and Cat Horn Haiku.
we did realize
cat always early would rise
was such a surprise
cat was quite a catch
should see him as he does scratch
drank water down the hatch
cat was always weird
partner improperly neared
so he disappeared
with cat will comply
many happy days pass by
on him we rely
Now for my Horn Musk Haiku
would see his each tusk
on ox who was full of musk
threw out like corn husk
Musk will toss and toil
on his hair used much oil
went bad and would spoil
much musk will remain
had been covered by the rain
in war on Ukraine
we did realize
Patrick early he would raise
much to our surprise
(who hard four short thighs)
(has family ties)
(which we would surmise)
(wore a neat disguise)
(hit box after many tries)
(would chase away flies)
(for food often cries)
(both wet eyes always dries)
cat was quite a match
did drink water down the hatch
one had loved to latch
cat was always weird
learned that when his partner neared
he had disappeared
put cat box in din
which had become full again
our patience worn thin
our favorite pet
who would fool around and fret
away with murder let
My Horn Haiku format is 5-7-5.
Each number represents a vowel.
Haiku does not normally rhyme
not normally rhyme
but mine does all of the time
being so sublime
a river meanders under my feet
I hearken... notice... fallen withered leaves
aback I move... eyes darting... to and fro
my thoughts becloud the water down below
~ iambic-jazz pentameter ~
A billowing sheet of white geese
Trundle across the street
Onto grass rich and green
From winter melt
Black river rolls like a fat man
Trying to get outta the way
Stumbles and falls
On smooth gray rocks
And tumbles merrily away
Sweet scent of decay passing
Cemetery opposite the river
Headstones flowing over hills
To distant and future days
Feet ache a little on the asphalt
I'm old not dead
Walk the water down
Geese eating cemetery grass
In my wake
Probably raining in Arizona
But I'll stay here a while
Maybe go to Boston
Easy in North Country
And won't be family here
To visit soon
So, yeah, probably hit Boston
Then I don't know
Be grass to cut when I get home
Say hi to the bars for a week or two
And I'll be looking for
Somewhere to go
Something to do
Sore broken shattered heart
Finally beating beneath her breasts
So sore she's filled with tears water down
These those tears flowing down her cheeks
Broken Heart
Now the sadness starts
Oh! So the sadden woman
Cold starting the car on a crisp autumn morning
my Dad wasn't the happiest bloke,
put antifreeze in it, ran the engine, ten minutes
and then he could pull out the choke.
On his pale blue Austin the locks needed defrosting,
condensation to clear from inside,
warm water down the screen and then give it a clean
after that, it was ready to ride.
In my sixty second year, like that old car, I fear
(and it crept up on me without knowing),
I now have developed a cold start routine
since otherwise I can't get going.
Wipe the sleep from my eyes,
stretch my arms to the sides,
move my head in a figure of eight,
a good cough to feel better
clears my carburettor,
then a yawn, and a two minute wait.
I get out of bed but my exhaust backfires,
I wasn't quite expecting that,
with a moan the good lady hides under the sheets
and I'm left with a disgusted cat.
at 8 11 a.m. I met destiny by surprise
shadows of grey clouds took over my sky
the sun sizzled out in the rain
puddles of dirty water splattered on my legs
shower water heated up until steam blinded me
I found particles of gravel from asphalt in the tub
a whirlpool gurgled the filthy water down the drain
the towel warmer had made my robe nice and toasty
yesterdays tomorrow, ended today
my brain slushed around in my head
rapid pulse, chilling sweat, I shivered
dizziness made me plop into a chair
I sniffled into a kleenex, avoiding eye contact
tears of guilt and shame wrestled for dominance
locked away where secrets go, safe from peering eyes
the screaming horde shoved their signs in my face
a murderer...me? I died that day, do you know why?
who he was? he pinned me down silencing me with a kiss
you're screaming and breathing now, proof you're alive
I did nothing wrong, I'm just collateral damage
ever hear of precautions, abstinence, condoms
he used the rhythm method, it didn't work
by your logic those choices are premeditated murder
I was victimized, he's in jail, I'm no bodies victim anymore
191 words 24 line 6 stanzas © 9 months ago, Sharon
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