54

If I should die,
And you should live—
And time should gurgle on—
And morn should beam—
And noon should burn—
As it has usual done—
If Birds should build as early
And Bees as bustling go—
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
’Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with Daisies lie—
That Commerce will continue—
And Trades as briskly fly—
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene—
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!

There was once a man
Who looked at the moon and asked
"Is there anything I could ask,
that you can answer?"
There was no reply,
as expected.

The next morning, there was a dog.
The man crouched down
in front of the dog and asked
"What are you up to today?"
The dog walked past,
as expected.

In the afternoon, there was a girl.
She was sitting on a bench in the park.
The man sat beside her and asked
"Are you waiting for someone?"
She kept gazing at the sunset,
as expected.

Night falls in a pub in the city.
There's a drunken man, had many bottles.
The man approached him and asked
"Is something the matter?"
The man finally collapsed after too much drinks,
as expected.

Lastly, in a room there are antiques.
One is a mirror in an intricate frame.
The man looked at the mirror and asked
"How do you feel today?"
There was no reflection,
as expected.

TO ALL POETS

Each of us is different
yet we are (bottom-line)
the same
true to self
that's what really  matters
words are the joys and tears of our heart
none can stop them--never, ever

1298

The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants—
At Evening, it is not—
At Morning, in a Truffled Hut
It stop upon a Spot

As if it tarried always
And yet its whole Career
Is shorter than a Snake’s Delay
And fleeter than a Tare—

’Tis Vegetation’s Juggler—
The Germ of Alibi—
Doth like a Bubble antedate
And like a Bubble, hie—

I feel as if the Grass was pleased
To have it intermit—
This surreptitious scion
Of Summer’s circumspect.

Had Nature any supple Face
Or could she one contemn—
Had Nature an Apostate—
That Mushroom—it is Him!

We laid in the grass
touching, kissing, holding.

In the background there was a song,
you dedicated it to me.

Little did you know that the major chords lift,
and the minor cords show the depths of melancholy.

Maybe you should have dedicated a different melody.

I want you to tell me
Where it is that I went wrong
Why I feel like such a stranger
Where I used to belong
It has gotten hard to see you
'Cause I don't know you anymore
And I long for things to be
The way they were before
Because before it felt so good
To always have you there
Before I stopped being good enough
And you decided not to care
I know I lost you before
But it didn't hurt this way
Call me a wishful thinker
But this time I thought you'd stay
I don't think I'll ever stop missing
The way you made me feel
Others have told me I'm beautiful
But only you made it seem real
You didn't have to make promises
You knew you couldn't keep
They play over in my head
As I try to fall asleep
Why did you come back to me
If you knew that you would leave
Why did you tell me lies
That you knew I would believe
Were you lying when you told me
That I'd always be the best
Because you left me here feeling
Like I'm no better than the rest
If I was just another girl to you
I wish you'd just left me alone
Because the feeling I'm not good enough
Is one I've already known

With each breath, each turn, each moment
that you are not there
your absence is like a gaping hole
in my mind and every fibre of me.
It interrupts the flow of everything that i do
So then i can do nothing.
Without you there is no life, now liveliness, no energy
to thrive, to strive, to be alive.
My loneliness is dogged with weariness, and sorrow.
They spin eternally through time
returning to me like old unforgotten wounds.
I grasp at memories and hold them near
for warmth that deceives reality.
And deeper and deeper i fall.