Here's to the shy girl
who hides her face behind the pages
of a worn paper-back.
Here's to the plain girl
who doesn't wear makeup
in the hopes that someone will tell her
that she's naturally beautiful.
Here's to the lonely girl
who refuses to celebrate Valentine's Day
but secretly wishes there was someone
to share it with.
Here's to that same girl
whose best friend moved away
and left her alone to her thoughts.
Three cheers for the dreamer
who writes poetry on the bus
and only has the courage to share it
with them, too.
We praise our lined faces. We forgive time.
We raise our cups of double-pressed wine.
We know brute forests from our seed-time
We know heaven will cleave those we entwine
The season of heat is slow to erupt.
April is late. March is still covered with snow,
Its shabby sheet weak shoots barely interrupt.,
Succession and succession is what we know.
In the thronged marketplace we know we’ll find
Lines of who came before and who came after
All seem in be arranged by some infinite mind
Knowing where our line goes will not stop our laughter.
We dance. All dances are in our repertoire.
We know we’re headed to that sacred abattoir.
Could heavens tears fall as beautifully?
Could clouds form with more haste?
Could what I look upon steal more than my heart?
the soul itself.
So that you may feel anything, but this.
My – kind stranger whose words have inspired
the weakest of grins.
I refuse your offer.
Leave me to my moods.
For as the sea they change
and I care not to drown another.
Let me sit and feel
all that this moment has to offer
for it to shall pass.
A wedding coming up, that's nice
Put some pink champagne on ice
A little son for Pam and Ted-
Better wet the baby's head
Cyril died for goodness sake
Get some beers in for the wake
Paddy says he saw his ghost
Must be worth a little toast
Rabbie Burns night guess the plan
Old Lang Syne then a dram
Talking business I've a hunch
Could involve a liquid lunch
Dear John news comes in a letter
Have a brandy you'll feel better
Internet gone on the blink
Enough to drive a man to drink
Not that I take much you see
Just a little socially
Cheers to the broken hearts
As the lonely in us departs
Cheers to the voices in our heads
As every piece of us spreads
Cheers to the hands that create
To live forever is our piece’s fate
Cheers to the hot coffee
That sets our thoughts free
Cheers to the sleep we withhold
When our nocturnal reveries unfold
Cheers to the people that come by
Who leave with more than just hi
Cheers to the people that are lost
For they will soon find their true cost
And cheers, cheers, cheers
You hope for beers, but no, they’re tears
the never ending summers;
the home cooked meals,
and the lazy afternoons.
always bright blue skies
and daily afternoon ice screams.
the cursing in the streets,
and the aways broken AC.
cheers to the island
that watched me grow.
to the island that I thought
I'd never miss.
lets drink una fría
and laugh till the sun comes up.
to the bad signal service,
to the bad drivers
and broken traffic lights.
to the eternal blackouts...
Cheers to this island.
to the willing people,
to the happiness that surrounds us.
to the parties on every corner (literally)
I will sure miss this.
PS We are ranked as one of the happiest countries in the entire world!