#pal
When will we.. stop admiringly
distantly..
stop posting afar,
its impossible to try and reach a star,
But I can certainly shout
to the star above
conversate with it show it love.
In my heart and mind
sparkly hype find..
share my thoughts all in the blind.
A traveler at heart is mine....
I quickly rhyme...
yet truthful a blessed find..
I'll leave and stray away..
keep my attention far at bay...
Good day...hope you like it..
my paper plane..
sent to a moonlit sky..
Registered.. S.A.M _shardays_Copy Righted notes.
Jun 16, 2023
Jun 16, 2023 at 5:30 PM UTC
We got him just a few weeks old
With energy to burn
But he was very brave and bold
For lessons he would learn
Named him Louie from the start
And every day was new
He ran and each day played his part
His love was deep and true.
We played and learned to chase the birds
As much as he would try
He never understood my words
That dogs can never fly
He was quick and he was smart
He understood commands
He had such a loving heart
Your love he would demand
Then one day out of the blue
Louie was not well
He was tired and troubled too
Anyone could tell
With my partner Louie went
Two hundred miles away
And I was checking, text were sent
On Louie every day.
I had to practice with the band
So early I had been
I sat there on the bench at hand
And wondered about him
And as I sat I saw a streak
A feather in the air
It flew and seemed to hunt and seek
Searching for me there
It swirled around and down the wall
The corner it did turn
And then like it had heard my call
It echoed my concern
The wisp was Louie I was sure
Sent to give me hope
It was a message to endure
Helping me to cope
It came at me so hard and fast
And flew beneath my seat
I hoped that it would stay at last
And make my day complete
The feather now I could not see
I smiled so deep inside
Louie had come back to me
Bliss I could not hide
But as I felt some comfort there
I saw the feather leave
It waved goodbye without a care
And I began to grieve
The next day when I got the call
The sun breaking the dawn
I knew before the words could fall
That Louie now was gone
And now I know the wisp to be
The feather that would fly
Was Louie coming back to me
To say his last goodbye
A foolish poem I guess you think
It’s silly til the end
If so, you’ve not felt your heart sink
On losing man’s best friend
Apr 11, 2022
Apr 11, 2022 at 1:12 PM UTC
You're my kinda friend.
My kinda pal.
We've both been through suffering.
We've both been through hell.
We'll always have eachother,
now ain't that a fact.
I got yours if you got my back.
Nov 12, 2021
Nov 12, 2021 at 9:41 PM UTC
Backy
My one and only
My buddy
When I'm lonely
I met you when I was younger
You were my listener
I was scared of dogs
So I was scared of you too
But you were always there for me
So I loved you
I never realized that
Until where I am right now
You were part of our family
And that will always be forever
You keep us safe
You were there for all of us
But I didn't expect
That things would change gradually
Now that you're gone
I feel empty
You were my everything
You were my best pal
I don't know how to live
Without you
I love you buddy
I will always love you
I'll miss you
May you rest in Paradise
And be with God
I love you Backy
Sep 25, 2021
Sep 25, 2021 at 1:46 AM UTC
Good friends
Always
Reach out
Inspire
Send love
Empathize and
Support each other
like a FAMILY.
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 6:59 AM UTC
I fear
To loose a friend
So I don't make
But the Soulmates
They never
Get lost
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 6:00 AM UTC
Chehre pe gira jo woh boond uske
Jhalak ke aayi meri muskan aise
Ke Bikhri hui zindagi mein baras baithe
Khoyi hui aashaon ki baarish jaise
Bhul na paunga woh din
Pehli baarish jo bitayi thi saath mein
Chaatha tha mere paas bhi
Par ghus gaya tumhaare sang mein
Ek choti chathri aur hum do uske neeche
Bheeg rahe the hum aadhe aadhe
Par aise bheegne ka mazaa he hai kuch aur
Jab Aaghosh ke woh pal mile na kabhi aur
Chalte rahe hum aahista apne bus ki or
Kya batau kaise bitaye woh 5 minute
Unke Bheege zulfein jo karr rahe the shor
Chodke use apne bus mein
Bheegta raha uss pal ki yaadon mein
Aaj bhi Barsat jab bhi kare
Chaatha lene ko majboor
Yaad tumhari he karta hu Ke kaash tum hoti
Ghus jaata tumhare he chatri ki chaav mein
Pehli baarish ki un boondon ko chakhne
Ke kya swad aaj bhi wahi hai
Jo uss din chakha tha saath mein humne
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
Shiv Pratap Pal writes me:
“Every elder must be respected even if he is elder by a single day. This is tradition. Please let me follow the same. A poet never gets tired and poetry never dies.”
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Oh! this leaves me gasping for so many reasons needing enumeration.
The world reminds me daily by email and text, television commercial,
I am a privileged one, by age and right, among the most vulnerable,
so stay, baby, stay, inside your apartment and your mind where the
only virus that can come, is the one you’ve planted and tended all your whole life long.
Oft have I writ about being closer to the end, and this, untroubling,
a relief of sorts in what I fear is a new Dark Age that will arrive,
that will make writing poetry, sadly, an unlikely survival skill,
so I rite furious and furiously to give the best, the rest, of me, away.
Few are the societies that do not venerate to some degree, the elderly,
as if living long bestowed wisdom, in addition to an irritable crankiness,
(why the Inuit Indians put their elderly on an ice floe to die)
neither, both, of the “ain’t necessarily so” conditionals as wisdom deevolves and crankiness is a perpetual, a perpetual annoyance.
Do I deserve respect?
This haunts, for by right, we all believe it is
a conditional that must be earned, and not acquired by a general,
genetic lottery. R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
I do not, and a man who announces,
“I am deserving of same”
by saying this, clearly is and was not, or ever will be.
A single day!
What an amazement!
This relativity theorem, this luck of the draw, can’t argue with it, because it is tradition, somethingthat I’m well acquainted, because when I suffered on Saturdays, as an Orthodox Jewish Child, who wanted to worship with the brothers at the Riverside Drive basketball courts, was dragged to a synagogue where he joked, they could of just inserted the video tape of the prior week, prior year, thousands of prior centuries, a previous millennium, who’d notice?
Who deserves respect?
The teacher, the one who gives it instant unflinchingly,
he who accepts a task from a stranger to translate
his words to a language he knows not even the alphabet,
indeed, a tribute to another, and executes it so well, but best! best!
no questions asked.
Who deserves respect?
One who respects tradition,
giving respect unquenchingly,
for the things that we cannot see,
only observe, come only in a size of limitless,
come unasked, freely given, even happily, and this is
why, for all of the reasons herein listed above, I give all respect to
a fellow poet, and pledge to arm embrace before tradition’s always untimely messenger says to me अब और नहीं! (no more!)
Shiv Pratap Pal
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 10:52 AM UTC
Barsat ki Ek raat dil ne dimag se pucha, jo Badal raha wo 'waqt' hai?
waqt to Aaj bhi waisa he hai bachpan me jaisa hota tha wohi savera wahi sham Or baki cheeje tamam
Par tab naa bhigne se lagta tha darr or naa sardi jukam,
or wo pani ki shrarate tamam
Jinki Yaad bhar se aa jati hai hothon pe muskan
par ab aisa kya hua jivan ki iss Dagar me
kahan bhatak gaya in jhuthe rit riwazo me
Kaise jivan ke Arth badalte gaye
Kyo ek funny poem likhne wale
Emotional likhne pe majboor ** gaye
Hawa k jharoko se kashti hilti gayi
waqt k sath mein tau badlta gaya
aur yeh zindagi chalti rahi
pal pal nayi hasratein
har pal naye khwab bunti gayi
aur yeh zindagi chalti gayi
raah mein manzar tau bahut aaye
bulate rahe mujhe mere saaye
mein tau ek pal ko ruk sa gaya
par yeh zindagi chalti gayi
yaadon k saaye mein zinda *** abhi
lagta hai tham sa gay *** mein kahin
par zindagi bewafa sanam si nikli
mein tau ruka reh gaya aur yeh chalti gayi
jindagi har pal apne arth badalti rahi
ham hanste rahe chahhe rote rahe
par woh apni rafataar se bas behati rahi
kabhi ban ke sawal ,kabhi ban ke utar
woh hame har mod per milti rahi
ham tutate rahe, bikharate rahe
fir khud hi gir ke sambhalte rahe
aur jindagi yun hi jalti bhujhati rahi
gum mile kuch is tarah ki gum hi gum na lage
khushiyuon ki baat bhi hame gum ban ke milti rahi
kya kare kisi se shikva, kya kare kisi se shikayat
apne hi jab todate rahe......
toh saans meri har pal ghutati rahi
bas jindagi yuh hi chalti rahi
har pal apne arth badalati rahi
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
a wonderful poetess friend
I did happen upon
she has a welcoming heart
ever to don
twas fated that we became
the very best of sisterly mates
there's such a genuine nature
in her soul's sates
I speak
of a true
confidante
one who
I implicitly
trust
I speak
of a true
treasure
with qualities
that are a
must
dear Winn is an awesome
kind of gal
and I'm so thrilled having her
as my American pal
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
What is your wildcard, gals?
Did you get a ********* or a pal?
For some, it's standing room only,
Women work, men sit down, TV moanies,
It's called the wildcard for women,
Is he a snag or a caveman?
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
our snapchat streak wasn't the only thing that ended that day
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC
Power can change everything
A man I once knew
Cared about being true
He had his heart broken
No liable way of coping
obsessed with winning
Always grinning
No one knew his pain
Hiding away his shame
People loved him
scared of judging
Changed his ways
for a glimpse of fame
doing anything to feel again
He gave into the earthly way
But one day he will know
After all the power
How he will feel at his last hour
Stooping so low
The journey is the best part
Be proud of how you got there
End the way you start
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
**If you knew,
I liked you,
If what they said and thought about us,
was true,
If we were really ever going to,
end up being a thing,
If we became more,
than lunch pals,
homework calls,
I'd be all yours,
you know so,
I know so,
But what we have,
is a ******* great friendship pal,**
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
I've never seen anything like you.
Someone that works so hard for what he wants
And never gives up on anything.
You’re so loving and daring.
You still have the same energy from when you were a puppy.
I loved when we took our long walks and you pointing everything out.
You’re able to remember everything.
You keep coming back to me and I want to keep you forever.
But sadly I am becoming allergic to you.
Every time I want you to stay, I begin to feel pain.
I know how happy I make you and how you never want to leave me.
And me, I just want to have you by my side till the end of time.
This allergy has been getting stronger and stronger.
I wish it never came up.
You make me smile and laugh and I just want to keep you close to me.
Maybe over the years it will calm down and I can play again.
Until then, know that you will always be
My buddy, my pal, my best friend,
My hunting dog.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC