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Where's your lady?
asked the chimpanzee
the bear looked askance

the tiger growled
zebras rolled
macaws looked in trance.

Where's she
your lady pretty
queried the lone rhino

it's not good
this solitude
roared the lion with raised eyebrow.

Did you lose your way
this November day
when the sky's blazing blue

this fair weather
you aren't together
how come asked the shrew.

Your face it shows
shouted hippos
this fine day of November

boars did grunt
scowled elephant
you're lost without her.

They were so true
alone at the zoo
emptiness surrounded me

daylight though gold
sky blue bold
I roamed unhappily.
 Nov 2015 cheryl love
Mike Hauser
Have I ever told you anything about my ordinary life
My ordinary kids or my ordinary wife
I go to bed at a decent time every night
So I can get up every morning at the crack of daylight

Where it is I head off to my ordinary job
In my ordinary town with a wink and a nod
I kiss my wife goodbye and say I'll see you real soon
Like I do every day at a quarter past noon

Where she whips up grilled cheese
With tomato soup on the side
But on Fridays I splurge
With tuna on rye

Did you hear what I have?
Tuna on Rye?!
Who was it that said...
I'm an ordinary guy
 Nov 2015 cheryl love
Aoife
Yellow
 Nov 2015 cheryl love
Aoife
Yours is the colour of smiles and new beginnings
The rays of the sun that fall with mercy unto our sight
Of a flame that keeps us safely warm and tight

It is the shine of stars martyred for our dreams
The madness in a lion’s eyes,
Of bravery and pride
Tooth and nail for every wronged right
Of majesty and just

And justly so.

You cower before your maker
So verily justly so.
It is the colour of the universe
Vast and unknowing
As is your soul.
 Nov 2015 cheryl love
Derick kho
My hearts beats for you
It beats for you and me
But I am but a tree
Growing from your care
Loving when you’re there
A tree so strong harder than steel
But a soul you can't heal
For you cut me down
Not fast but slow
Oh why you did it so?
You cut me slow?
Gave me pain I can't imagine
The pain of promises that didn't happen
You said to "trust you". I did
You said, "I'll stay by your side."I was happy
You said, "You’re very special to me.” Now lies to me
I grew strong because of you
Oh how I wish I can forget
How I wish we never met
For you made me happy
King of the world
Oh how tall you made me
But how hard and slow you made me fall
Oh why you didn't end me fast
Why not end me face to face
But you hide on a desk and some space
I thought I was that special to you I guess not
I guess I was just another tree ready to be cut
I grew for you and me
Can’t you see how you mean to me
I guess not, for I loved you like no other
But for you, you cut me like any other
Heart breaks am I right hahaha
lying on the couch
the sound of passing traffic
infests my music
Senryu
Halfway around the world
and here in my heart, dear friend.

Writing brave, wise poems,
so vulnerable, so original,
inviting us into your life and home.

Early this morning, a flash of red
shone at the very top of our oldest pine
like some tropical bird, here by holy magic.

The tail, in fact, of one triumphant,
energetic little squirrel, bright sunlight
transforming that waving tail
into a banner of joy.

"Sally", I smiled. Somehow
it was you, sending me another delight
in this morning display.

Rosalia, a sweet garland of God's own goodness,
connecting us with grace and cheer,
all time zones made as one.
For my dear poet friend, Sally A. Bayan
©Elisa Maria Argiro
i cried a river
(fourteen lines)

my restless soul had sailed on troubled waters
while deep inside,
it wept...unceasingly,  
it wept too long,
til it had cried a river
then came a point, when
i had to deal with the consequences of my actions
a most painful moment, to see the victims of my decisions
i wanted to reach out to them...touch them...comfort them
but, i couldn't...
for, i am now floating...drifting with the water flowing
and so, i now face my next life
i do not deserve a restful one...but i do wish for that
i am still lost...groping...even here...but, i must sail on...


Sally

Copyright September 30, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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