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A Resilient Heart

We would be getting married tomorrow.
If only December me knew what I know.
I would have put more thought into that
And realized I needed glossy, not matte.

Has my body forgotten your touch,
And my heart, that adrenaline rush?
Has my mind moved on from the distrust 
From what always felt less want than must?

The thing we had was fun and free
But I think you lost you, and I lost me.
Now we’re finding ourselves out again
Taking time to find what we didn’t know then

And I could finally wake up and feel peace without you here
When I realized how long you had stopped wanting me near.
I’m relieved that we aren’t tying the knot;
It was never meant to be, and whatnot.

So tomorrow I think I’ll remember who I was
And be grateful for who I am with applause
There’s only One who deserves the credit
For the woman I am because of your exit.

I hope that you’re healing and doing well.
Hearts are resilient, our love gone like we never fell.

Quandary Resolved

The wheels fell off my thingamajig
as a thingy
came loose in the whachamacallit
or perhaps it was the doodad
on the wotsit
which was the cause to stall it
and it'll take a few odds 'n' sods
plus a new doodah
and some hoo-ha
to make the gizmo
or doohickey
go again so
not to take the mickey
but prep the whole whoop-de-do
to look like new
I'll probably plop
for purchasing the gubbins
or bits and bobs
in a thingamabob
shop
and possibly more
at a whatnot
store

Westward Wanderlust

Westward wanderlust,
Wagon waltzes with Winter wine,
White watercolor walleye, windy-wallop.

Wading where wafers wage war,
Where warmth wanes without warning.
Wary whispers; weather will weather, whatnot.

2 Weeks of Hell

Today's Mother's Day  Cafe closed, I scream.
Going bonkers place to place wheelchair bound.
To irked to do whatnot I let off steam ,
Saturday, same crap. I wheelchair around.
Last week Cafe closed 3 days,no daydream.
Ice water and popcorn ,diet not sound
Times like this I do not know what to do
I feel put off on I surely feel screwed.

doodling

Nothing is

Nothing 

But

Is that nothing?

Search might

End...



The utter

Simplicity of

Nothing..

That's it..

Unknowing...



There is a

Not in everything

Not makes

Appearances

All is whatnot...

The Constant Morning

Apathy meets and coldly cells and rounds me,
A warm smile ills none than shape perfect eights,
Abrupt shadows the wall chilled seemingly unmoved,
Bold shades lightly now a pool of brightness forming,
Basking moments restyling event the wholeness takes,
Bound to its duty to make a welcoming change so smooth,
Cast away those hours that forced your eyes shut,
Claim and conquer the juncture be the consequence makes,
Comes the time for eyes to feel the fullness of hospitable soothe,
Do justice to this righteous morning and fulfill your destiny whatnot,
Improved.

After Hours Stroll

Midnight  boom town  streets have this allure
imagining an uncanny venture
eavesdrop veil surround but dark as coal
how I love my after hours stroll

Secret worlds unfold their impish plot
mesmerised entanglement a tiered whatnot
black crush velvet  sky we must extol 
how I love my after hours stroll

Gilt  fantasies that  float across each lane way
fluorescent  gremlin from some ghostly  parking bay
gust on salt ice pier might buttonhole
how I love my after hours  stroll

Snow clad mall whistler gaffe prone 
while wandering the ink hue urban zone
a chapter lift and snatch from begging bowl
how I love my after hours stroll

Traffic signals  stellar  stoic stance
heartbeat of nocturnal moonlight dance
frozen digit signage reeks of twinkling North Pole
how I love my after hours stroll

The Man Who Is Not

I've said it before,
But it seems you didn't understand,
So I showed you once more,
As I gently took your hand.

I won't speak in riddles,
Or try to guess what's possible,
My arms are open, my heart is liable.

The cost of knowing the truth,
Is the pain that it may bring,
But if I don't have you,
If I can't hold you,
I'm lost in everything.

Lost in the midst of the rain,
My pain increases,
As it taps its sad refrain,
It's hard to accept that all I do
Won't make you see me as I see you.

This is a fact that is plain,
And I'm sorry for it,
That all I am is sad and whatnot
For I am, 
The man who is not.

Being Good

Tired of being nice
Tired of being taken for granted
They say do something good 
Forgotten and unappreciated
Do something bad
They almost got it printed

What's good in doing good when it doesn't seem right
It's not about self-gain and whatnot
Just saying that one bad thing done, makes the  million good things done wasted

So tell me, what's good in being that good

Talents, Intelligence, they all come with a great price
People support when you are beneficial
They congratulate, celebrate - not a single dot and shadow were there in tribulations

Its not about playing nice to please them
Sometimes we are just too much tired
To feel used, underappreciated, and taken for granted
Let alone be the bad guy when you make mistakes

Sometimes please consider that we are not AI's and generated machines
For once and all
We're human beings

Nov. 7, 2022

The Final Performance

She had nothing to gain
This is my only shot
Dance through the pain

It wasn’t my fault she didn’t have a main
Role. She wanted to see me distraught
She had nothing to gain

I can see her trying to feign
Support by smiling and whatnot
Dance through the pain

She waited to complain
Until I was in earshot
She had nothing to gain

The tears began to flow down my face like rain
Her words intruding my every thought
Dance through the pain

She’s jealous, get it out of your brain
They told me, but I cannot
She had nothing to gain
Dance through the pain

Uncharted Seas

Uncharted seas
they are sailing in
time and again
along lines of flight
they defy surveillance
and smuggle 
their clandestine dreams
braving
propaganda
indoctrination
derision
oppression
and whatnot
They elude despair
and evade the smear
of the myriad accusations
hailing them
each time they dare
to word their needs
and speak their hearts
infantilism
immaturity
ignorance
irrationality
greediness
disloyalty
lovers of anarchy
and whatnot
Those unseen
whose eyes 
are riveted on
tolerance
equality
justice
equity
and whatnot
they will never 
give themselves up
to that old mantra
once bitten, twice shy

The Prophets Worth

The prophet is worth
Her weight in our gold
He is often courageous
She is often bold. 

The prophet is born 
With words in her mouth
Not a spoon but a message
God is coming soon.

The prophet is often either 
Hailed or rejected
He is often either
Adored or disrespected

Some prophets are humble
Others are not
Prophecy is more popular today 
With the promises of blessings and whatnot

The prophet is first formed
In her mother’s womb
He often starts in his gifting a young age
And the words continue to linger 
Even after they’ve spent time in the tomb

When a good prophet speaks
The lay members should listen
The best gift is to just believe
So that you can receive
From the Lord!!

He Got Flipped the Bird

Today while I was at the grocery store 
getting some food and whatnot. I saw
the strangest thing. While I was headed
to my car, two guys were arguing in the
parking lot. Next, I couldn't believe my
eyes. One guy got flipped the bird. He
was in total shock. The other guy’s pet
parrot did a mean summer salt on his
head. He couldn't believe it. You know
what? I couldn't either. Could you?










Alexis Y.
07/31/2021

Satire On Human Desires

Barely hung-up tattered rags
Never appear like dead frogs
Neither so should an old lad
Ever behave like bedbugs

Why, flashy car and gowns,
Dominate human desires?
Worn clogs could make them bounce
Utter lures that do expire.

Speak up! Doth utter luxury cruise
The poor man growls like thunder
If skyscraper, whatnot, make fuse
Towers too perish asunder!

You blasted wealth, go rotten!
Creaking furniture will decay
Busty buddies owe the thin nothing
Lucid love the lust delay

Baneful heads beget lashes
Lest fame be empress’ desire
Haughty woods must turn ashes
For faithless soldiers do retire

Naked souls adoring hereafter,
So reap trifling repents?
Against grave hours or thereafter
You dare pay earth revenge?

Wage the celestial war for eternity-
Chase not earth, the vanity

If I Were a Knickknack

If I were a knickknack 
living on a walnut whatnot shelf,
I would be ideally placed
Between a pink dinosaur and blue elf.

If I were a knickknack
I would be a tiny lamb with fleece.
Played with by a six-year-old girl
Until I broke into tiny bitsy pieces.

If I were a knickknack.

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