I wonder, have you noticed yet,
That when we look into our friends’ eyes,
They refuse to meet our gazes
Lest we see the pity that therein lies.
I try to question them why it’s so,
But they deflect with waving hands
Saying, “Enjoy the summer sun,
The beach, the waves, the sands.
“Cast your minds upon happy things.
Don’t think about what lies ahead.
Remember picnics and smiles and laughter
And warm nights of cuddling on his bed.
“The summer will give you life;
Its multitude of golden rays
Will support and nurture your love,
And provide memories of pleasant days.
“For you’ll soon have to face the truth:
When the autumn strikes
There’ll be no more days of tanning
Or cooking or kissing or riding bikes.”
They told us to enjoy the here and now
Because reality would set in soon.
When they told us, I came to you crying,
And you held me under the mid-summer moon.
Everyone was talking in our ears.
We could try to make it through the fall,
But when frost touched the ground,
No doubt, we couldn’t hang onto it all
But, darling, I’ll tell you a secret,
Something that they don’t know:
You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
And as far as seasons go,
We cannot be constrained by time.
Distance does not matter to me.
Despite everything that they will say,
We can beat the odds and break free.
I gained an amazing amount of clarity
Just taking a simple walk by your side
It was perfect weather
And there was no distractions
And for the first time in a long time
I got to just look at you.
Particularly
Into your eyes
The same ones that used to look at me with so much love
That they sparkled
And i knew when i looked into your eyes this time that
you had changed
They looked full of pain
And fear
And it was enough to kill me
I can't see you like that
And I knew it was my fault
You're full of pain and I can't do anything to help..
Because I have hurt you too many times
And that hurts me
More than you could ever imagine..
Now I know that when you said
"We could never be the same again"
You were right..
I lost you
The one I tried hardest to keep
-kj
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Have you ever heard
Of the Ikinzoo Owl?
Or the Blue-Bellied,
Tozzle-Moffed Took?
Have you ever seen
Even one Pflittleflufly?
Or haven't you fancied
The look?
I doesn't take much
Just to sneak a quick peek
At that Flue-Feathered,
Bottle-Plumed, Katydid Beak.
And it won't mind it a bit,
If you take that quick look.
And will probably never remember
The look that you took.
Those Dopple-Doed Daw's
From North-Eastern, South-West,
Are as easy to find
As a Beezle-Bugs Nest.
They have no sense of direction,
They haven't yet found
If the up part is up,
Or if the up part is down.
And the Wickawhitz Thumb
From northeast Timbuktu
Does things even a
Tozzle-Moffed Took will not do!
It will shimmel its feathers.
It will pittle and twittle
Its toes and its nose
Quite a lot and a little.
It will twitchel and itch,
And pretend to count sheep.
It will scuddle its pib,
And then snore in its sleep.
It will build up a nest
Til' it's outright absurd,
And the Wickawhitz Thumb
Isn't even a bird!
Now, the odds are so odd,
And the chances so high,
You've yet to see a
Many-Eyed Itch wander by.
Many-Eyed Itches are
Quite a rare find.
To find one you'll need luck
Of the luckiest kind.
In fact, the odds are so odd,
And the chances so slim,
You'll never find more
Than a spot and a whim
Of half a half Itch
As it hides in the din
From the Monstrous You
As you come barging in.
I am not at all sure
If you've rationed a thought-
Or considered that Fuzzlenut Gnit
A whole lot, or not.
They are never a bother,
And they are always at play
A full twenty-three hours
Out of the day.
The Sap-Sucking Snizz
From the Coasts of Mahktall
Are not too hard to find.
Oh no, not at all.
They're everywhere, everyplace,
Sucking up sap,
Just before and right after
They've taken their nap.
And have you ever heard
Of a Twizzle-Toed Toff?
Who's toes twizzle so often
They cough and they cough,
Far into the morning
And then right before bed?
Hacking and hooting
Til they're red in the head?
No?
Why, I'd have guessed that
The answer was yes.
I'd have fashioned an awful big yes
As my guess.
Twizzle-Toed Toff's
Are not rare, not a bit.
All you do is look, and you'll see one
Lickety-split!
And the OggNogging Fitch,
From the Island of Soe
Who only nest in the shades
Where the Kurutta winds blow.
In places so high
They are covered in snow,
In places abandoned
So long ago.
Then have you ever heard
Of the Buggle-Nosed Snodd?
Or the Green-Eared,
Three-Headed G'Nute?
Have you ever seen but one
Popple-Topped Phfiss?
Or a Fugel-Flocked, Many-Horned,
Nevel-Winged Pflute?
Have you ever heard of
A BarBerry Duck?
It's a barmy, odd dabbler,
And with a wee bit of luck
You can find one, or three,
Near that old BarBerry Loam,
In an old box of tea
That they tend to call home.
Have you ever seen
A Greenbean Wildersnitt?
The kind with plumed feathers
And a bobble on it?
You haven't? Well, that is
A terrible shame, such a pity,
To have never seen even one
In our fair and fine city.
Have you ever heard
Of a Fuzzle-Eared Fligg?
The oddisly odd
Fuzzle-Eared Fligg from Zinnzaire?
This Fuzzle-Eared Fligg
Is the pick of the crop
If you ever plan a trip
To the way, way out there.
It seems rather selfish of me
Then to selfishly ask
If you've ever heard of
A Nozzle-Nosed Flask.
A little pest of a bird,
Should you ever find
One of those Nozzle-Nosed Flask's
Taking up all your time.
It seems hard to believe,
And I can believe quite a bit,
That you've yet to see
A Greenbean Wildersnitt.
Or a Tozzle-Moffed Took,
Or a Popple-Toffed Phfizz.
It is a little bit odd,
Yes it is. Yes, it is...
To have missed every Twozitt
That skittles the sky,
Or that Hippillopottomus Bear
That oft wanders by.
And the Pflittlefluefly that
Whispers by on the breeze,
Leaving their Pflittlefluefly-fingered nests
In all of these tree's.
And to have never seen
An Ikinzoo Owl hoot and howl,
Or a Webb-Footed
Gobbtrotter trott.
Seems you're missing much more
Than ever before,
For you've been missing
A respectable lot.
You must be walking about
With your Pog-Goggles on,
The ones that go Beep!
Whenever you yawn.
And I am ever so certain
You have yet to discover
Perhaps you! Oh, yes, you!
Are not at all a bird lover!
Copyright © 2010 Richard D. Remler
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“From there to here, and here to there,
funny things are everywhere.”
-Dr. Seuss
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My mind has nothing in it today.
Not a lick of sense.
But that's the way
It is for me right now,
And that's probably OK.
For my mind has nothing in it today.
Empty, vacant spaces fill
The canyons of my mind.
I tried to fill them up once,
But I didn't have the time.
My mind is quite inept
When I've nothing good to say,
Like, erm, for instance, today.
When I look at you,
I'm in absolute awe.
You've got everything in control.
You have it all!
You can focus on a goal
And you're on your way.
But as for me,
My mind is rather empty today.
I had a thoughtful thought once,
If memory holds true.
It crept up from behind
With an onslaught or two
Of rather clever tweaks,
About time and space and such-
But I didn't give it too much thought.
No, not much.
My mind has nothing in it today.
Not a useful thought,
And that's okay.
For I am almost somewhat certain,
As Brilliance is sorted out and weighed,
That despite my lack of everything,
Mine has only been delayed.
I'm sure it's on a bus somewhere,
Between West 18th Street and Vine,
And I'll eventually run into it
Somewhere down the line.
But, I'm good,
As long as I can stay
Safely packed inside my little nook
Somewhere out of the way.
As long as my scattered psyche
Stays relatively still,
Remains deep within its strongbox
Under that aluminum will.
For the thought of running around,
And chasing it down
Half of the hillside
In the middle of town
On such a hot day
In the middle of fall
Simply doesn't sound like fun.
No, It sounds like
No fun at all.
So please forgive me
If I simply stare at the wall.
It keeps me out of trouble
And it doesn't mind me at all.
We seem to get along right well
Most of the time,
When I'm staring at the wall,
And its obtrusive design.
Or when I sing Kareoke,
And it corrects all my mistakes.
For some walls live vicariously
Through the ripples and wakes
We leave in this river
Called Life that we live.
We take what we want,
And we give when we give.
But, alas, I digress,
And have so little to say,
For, you see,
My mind has nothing in it
Today
Copyright © 2010 Richard D. Remler
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'Don't go around saying the world
owes you a living. The world owes
you nothing. It was here first.'
-Mark Twain
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I am mostly brown or black or reddish
An amalgamation
So when the May- sun magnifies off my sweat-beaded skin
It just makes my cheek- bones a bit pink
There are only so many ways one can be reminded they are still living
There are only so many phrases to let the audience (reader) know that I am wilting
To look to the future is more than just waiting on something speculative
If it is not a wasteland it is something so vague and sleek and mod that a person like me falls right off
Drifting between the fruitless present
And you walking down Nassau Street. The trees were blooming. I followed and snapped pictures with a camera.
Your hair was long and you were taller than most everyone else.
Dear you.
Whoever you may be keep in mind that you are you.
it says that in the heading "dear you."
so before you go and change that think.
Think before you dye your hair or change your face,
before you go on some ridiculous diet because you aren't skinny enough.
Think before you pick up the knife and look down.
You are you, there won't be another one of you.
Some may get close, almost identical in fact.
But never you.
I love you for that.
And this crazy idea you have in your head that you aren't perfect is well... crazy.
My life would be totally different without you.
Everyone's life would be different without you!
So sticking to what you know is good.
Sticking to being YOU is great.
Think before you want to change.
there is only one of you, my beautiful, my everything.
and i wouldn't trade you for any other "you" out there.
Sincerely,
me.
i sit at home alone
refreshed and rested,
wonder why i'm alone
take look at the birds nest
try and learn something
compare and contrast his life from mine
found im spending my time
where i spend it best
and only beausei havent found you yet
the prawn we picked is loosing color
and the desert winds might blow it all
if the chicks dont make it
it will reassure that i want all to live
look reality is.....people are going to tell you alot of things in life, but if you got a reason, seek it out....
Sometimes I have to look at your pictures.
I wonder what you look like now
Right now
laying on your side in the middle of your bed, eyes closed
greasy hair
shirt off, boxers
arm outstretched
blankets rippled
alone, or maybe not
i like to think you are.
Not that I'm alone all the time
Because I haven't been alone this whole time
But I feel so alone in those times
Or I remember how alone I am
Without you
I've been too far for too long
I long to come back to this planet
and live in your world again
wasting the summer away
waiting for you all day
then going out at night
and coming back to your bed
so we could be alone
now you're alone
and you do all the same things without me
And I try to make do
Without you
I wanna look dark
Like mascara shadows under you eyes
After Friday night
And I want to wear night colors
And a sinister knowing smirk on my face
And the guys will be like
"Damn I wonder"
"She looks poisonous"
And maybe I will be
And I wanna light the bowl
And flutter my eyes while I do it
And I'll look so jaded when I laugh
Black shorts dark top dark shoes
Dark room for dark me and you
I wanna have purple nails
And a nose ring!
Haha
