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David Perez Poem
MEA CULPA
If it is dirty, yours truly.
A child is crying, what did I do?
A cloud blocks the sun, must be my attitude.
A word said unkindly.
They must have learned from me.
For I am as unrespectful as only I can be.
A bit sad maybe?
Of course, that is my fault too.
I should know I have that effect on you.
Got some bad news?
Somehow, I will be in the mix.
If only I had, or had not, that is the trick.
Trouble with the tummy.
I have caused it, without a doubt.
And the depression, the anxiety, and gout.
The toast has burned.
O my, do I not pay attention?
If only I would stop watching television.
Got ripped off by the plumber.
Where was I when I was needed?
I should’ve been there to avoid being pillaged.
Roaches in the house.
All that spraying has been worthless.
What a good for nothing, just call the experts.
The bathroom floor.
What’s that around the toilet bowl?
It must be pee, I must like a sticky shoe sole.
A dirty car.
I must have given a ride to a pig.
Or I am the pig. Causing extra work and fatigue.
Lacking that attention.
Don’t even think we are equal.
I have been known to ignore important people.
Ignored by friends.
Something I did, maybe said.
I talk too much and friends just get upset.
A car horn honks.
They run a stop sign across my path.
I need to watch out, slow down and let them cross.
All in a nutshell,
if it is wrong, I’m there to take the blame.
That is my talent, my superpower and my shame.
Copyright © David Perez | Year Posted 2020
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David Perez Poem
SHADOWS ARE ME
I am there, but I am not.
I seem to be, but how could I?
I am my pain, which can’t be seen.
A shadow of yesterday, smoke in your eye.
My words are the wind.
My wishes but a one-liner.
Can I really walk through walls?
Unseen, unheard, totally unascertained?
And this is not a lament.
For I wish not be seen.
Or heard, or felt, or regarded.
It is okay to be a shadow, a sheen on a screen.
An expanse full of souls.
A blank soul without contour.
Words that cannot be discerned.
A presence, that by essence, needs a Yom Kippur.
But there is no atonement.
No redemption for my being.
Just remain an opaque shadow.
I tell my soul: you are not what they are seeing.
You are already an adumbration.
No need to find a corner to hide.
You already lack attention, admiration.
No need to hide or be stealthy soul of mine.
Copyright © David Perez | Year Posted 2020
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WITH GRATITUDE
She makes me feel so needed.
No one in the world has words of endearment
like she does.
With her I feel my life has meaning.
Of all the women on earth none has the commitment
as she has.
She tells me she would never,
never leave me, for I make her feel complete.
We are one.
How I fix things ‘round the house,
how I cook and do the laundry, no one can compete.
I hear applause.
A new day with new emotions.
Now I am a pest, a burden she just cannot accept.
I know I am.
But still she would not leave me.
For that’s not what her good friends would expect.
Not from her.
And now she tells me with abhorrence:
I don’t need you. I’ll never ask a thing from you.
Never again.
You help me just because you have to.
Your actions have never ever been really true.
And I hate you.
My heart feels broken.
I want to build a fence, a wall to fend the attacks.
But it won’t last.
For then, again I feel I’m wanted.
Anew I feel not hated, and forgiven for my relapse
I feel a little love.
I feel I am so fortunate.
I understand I’m given more than I deserve.
I know I do.
It feels good to feel I’m needed.
To feel I am worth something, even just as a reserve.
Thanks, my Narcisa Lou.
Copyright © David Perez | Year Posted 2020
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David Perez Poem
MY CHILDREN, DON’T CROSS THAT BRIDGE
Don’t take another step.
Each step takes you closer
to a lonely place called despair.
Hold your ground there.
No more steps you will regret.
Your foot is almost on the bridge.
Your back to a life of truth.
Your eyes upon a smoky haze.
Don’t take another step.
Do not trade honor for disgrace.
One foot is on the bridge?
Still time to turn around.
Look what you leave behind,
Don’t throw the pearls away.
to be trampled by the uncaring swine.
Don’t take another step.
Do not cross that bridge.
Behind you is where you belong.
Turn around and you will find
someone to lead you on the high road.
Copyright © David Perez | Year Posted 2020
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