#simic
Tick tock goes the clock
Sometimes fast sometimes slow
Especially Fridays ergo
With great anticipation
The game begins
When it hits five everyone wins
Until then our minds tend to wander
In that moment of reckoning
The weekend beckoning
Of the things to explore
When we head out that door
Having just finished our last chore
Will it be fun to enjoy
Or entertainment to employ
Either way jumping with joy
There’s that sense of freedom
Coming to our life
Leaving behind work strife
A big smile or a grin
Coming my way
No more din for this day
A few beers to quench my thirst
Sleeping in is the option first
Time with my honey never a curse
Leaping children in mine arms
The substitute for alarms
Bringing their delights and charms
Andreas Simic©
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC
I love you so
You don’t even know
Pretending to glance around
Until you are found
Hoping that you see me too
The captain of a ship with a crew
Sailing us to some place far away
So we could see each other every day
Only the horizons marking beginning and end
This is the message to you I send
If only you could look deep into my heart
There you would find it breaking apart
Those eyes so inviting even from where I sit
The glow a fire well lit
Your hair golden like a chaff of wheat
Making me boil in my seat
A smile that could melt ice
My commitment an easy price
If only I could touch your skin
Would it be such a deadly sin
Andreas Simic©
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
It is like there are two parts, the watched and the watcher
The watcher seeing a struggle to find love
An essential ingredient to happiness and self fulfillment
You have constructed a wall impenetrable by most everyone
Built for protection to keep others out, but why
Like a bird with an injured wing I observe you flapping about
Flailing at some unknown enemy or force in defiance or defense
A look of utter scorn scowling across such a delicate tender face
One that could be touched gently like a light breeze by a suitor
Oh they have tried, your outer beauty a draw like honey
I too know the inner beauty you harbor safely in the bay of hope
Away from the rough seas of life where hurt and pain lurk
Alas frustration mounts as the dueling enigmas duke it out
Like a ring with two combatants competing to best the other
A hard fought battle that may see neither a winner, a draw no less
Leaving pugilists exhausted and feeling no less loved or cared about
An outsider peeping into a window to the soul of a future lover
That can be seen but not touched like in a dream
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC
Hope
What a kind and yet cruel concept
You hope for the best and …
Hope is eternal and…
We can always hope and…
Thank goodness for hope and…
When all else fails there is always hope and…
Hope is elusive and…
Hope for the better and…
Give hope time and…
Hope you get…and…
Hope is blind and…
Hope things work out and…
Hope you get well soon and…
When no one else is around
You can always count on hope
It is like a companion who never leaves your side
Hope is a great gift and…
It is free to give to those in need
And remember when all else fails there is always hope
Andreas Simic
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
Chuck
There once was a show named “Chuck”
It didn’t have much luck
After five seasons it was gone
Oh it felt so wrong
For Chuck was about a nerd
Who ran with the herd
A fun loving guy in a comedy no less
Always making life a mess
Each episode an adventure or a quest
Making it fun to watch as a guest
It had all the right things
Even a girl with “talent” it brings
More bumbling than a bee
He reminded me of me
Sometimes hero and sometimes goat
Made him feel real and not remote
With a side kick and a crew
Each week your addiction grew
More laughs than a barrel of monkeys
Was the trigger that turned the keys
To my heart
Right from the start
Adieu I say to cast and show
If there is a movie or spinoff let me know.
Andreas Simic©
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
I enjoyed your winning poem. Congrats. R.L.
Advice on Women
A woman can be fragile thing
What you need to know is they’re like a bee that can sting
In your arms gentle and kind they may feel
What’s inside to be feared is also real
When you have that first kiss
Your mind goes instantly to future bliss
And that’s where the games begin
The moment that intellect kicks in
You think that you are on equal ground
Until those thoughts are proven unsound
For in a contest of wills
She'll give you more than just the chills
Long before the conversation is over you’re be worn out
Making you want to scream and shout
Every point made receives a counter punch
It is far better to end it now and have lunch
For women travel in a pack
Are you ready for a group attack
Though your ego will take a blow
It is your manhood that must now show
Once scorned it is better to go into retreat
Revenge is not something to repeat
For in the end you will lose it all
From their graces you shall fall
Better to live another day
Than to end it some other way
So there you have my advice at best
Realizing I say all this in jest
Andreas Simic©
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
Forbidden Foolishness
They were prisoners
not of walls but of words
words of threats and alienation
walls none the less
But destiny would intervene
a chance encounter at a shop
eyes meeting in a fateful dance
unspoken thoughts exchanged
Notes were passed
through clandestine means
hidden from watchful eyes
little by little trysts ensued
At first with conversation
then, that kiss
the one that opened the prison gates
to a world unknown
Of freedom of the heart
hands began to meander
exploring the inner reaches
of parts unknown
He climbing past mountains of doubt
she guiding his hands
to her Garden of Eden
both searching in the shadow of darkness
Like unleashed primal beasts
theirs was a passion in a fertile land
breath taking and breathless
the planting of seeds
Would soon bear fruit
the chains that once held them
now kept them close
the escape complete
Andreas Simic©
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
How do you know me just from the color of my skin
Not accepting that which is deep within
How do you know me from looking into my eyes
My heart could be filled with deception and lies
How do you know me from the way I look
My intelligence will often be mistook
How do you know me from the way I talk
An accent or a twang or lisp why mock
How do you know me from the way I walk
A strut, sashay, limp taken ad hoc
How do you know me from what people say
Maybe they’re just have a bad day
How do you know me from the way I dress
Can’t I express my depress
How do you know me from what you hear
Maybe I’m not really queer
How do you know me from what you read
Words can often mislead
How do you know me if you don’t ask
Leaving it to your imagination is not its task
How do you know me or my dreams
You already have an opinion it seems
How do you know I won’t make the world glow
Given the chance to put on a show
Andreas Simic©
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 8:13 AM UTC
The Lone Wolf©
Exiting the cabin I instinctively look up
Maybe it is out of habit now
I spy you perched atop the distant ridge
How different are you and I
What do you see when you look down at my humble abode
Nestled amongst the trees the smoke wafting from the chimney
My home in the wilds of the woods; alone
How different are you and I
When you are not there I wonder where you are
Foraging for food, a drink by the fast flowing river,
Seeking solitude
How different are you and I
Do you see a man with a broken heart
One that has been cut so deeply it will never mend
Relegated to healing the wounds through nature
How different are you and I
Each day is a new day
One filled with wonderment
Of opportunity found or lost
How different are you and I
Time has inevitability
Someday one of us will not be there and I wonder
Will this be the last time I see your grace
How different are you and I
Andreas Simic©
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 6:19 AM UTC
Confessions of a Happy Person©
Standing at the kitchen sink
My wife quips “you are one happy person”
It is right there and then I realized
I have been found out
Time to confess
I am one of “those” “happy people”
And a morning person to boot
I admit I am an ice –cream-aholic
Hooked on chocolate Rocky road, 2 scoops
Left to my own devices I play hooky
My favorite vice mid day movies
Yes chick flicks
And I buy the ludicrously priced pop corn
Next up on the list a get away at the spa
Even if I fall asleep during the deep massage
Cruise ships are my Achilles heel
Where else do they make your bed
Feed you 24 hours a day
And you can hide from the world
My flexible job schedule allows for daytime bike rides
Who doesn’t want to be a kid again wind blowing through your hair
The bane of my existence, poetry writing
Anytime, anywhere at the drop of a hat or spur of the moment
To espouse words of wisdom or not
And connect with family, friends and complete strangers
Yes, there are up and down days but as the saying goes
“Be Happy”
Andreas Simic©
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 6:27 AM UTC
You Know You’re Getting Older When…©
The scroll bar for an online application
takes forever to get to your year of birth
The creaks you hear are your bones
not the floor boards
Younger people take the time to hold the door
open even without asking
Taking an escalator or elevator instead of stairs
is the only option
Switching the phone from ear to ear
doesn’t make hearing any easier
Can openers and jars become the enemy
You swear your arms are getting shorter
making tying your shoe laces a challenge
“Say again” are the most commonly used
words in your vocabulary
You save money on haircuts and shampoo
as there is less to work with
Grey becomes your new favorite color
Slow now feels fast
Cat naps are mandatory
The right lane on a highway becomes your domain
You need eye glasses to find your eye glasses
The remote is an extension of your hand
“Skip to the lou my darling” are
more than words to a song
And that’s just the short list
Don’t laugh, someday you’ll be there
Andreas Simic©
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 5:38 AM UTC
Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree
How I love thee
Where’s thy pine cone I want to see
That fills me with so much glee
And has me plead
Where is thy seed
That will spring forth future generations
And hence bring great tribulations
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree
How I love thee
For now and evermore
You bring happiness to my shore
They vibrant colors I behold
If the truth doth be told
Thy aroma in my nose
Brings me to a close
Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree
How I love thee
Andreas Simic©
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 5:29 AM UTC
Take My Hand©
When you are
lonely
sad
unhappy
No matter
where you are
the place you’re in now
or how deep you have sunk
Know that
there is always a tomorrow
those who lead sometimes follow
success is measured by you
I will be there
to hold you up
give you strength
embrace your soul
Life is
lived one day at a time
each moment counting on its own
from blessing to blessing
Hear
my voice to guide you
through times that are tough
for you are never truly alone
Let your
thoughts be bright
even when it doesn’t seem all right
all the while remembering I am holding your hand
Andreas Simic
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
Zack and Camill went up the hill
Oh what a thrill
With pail in hand
The trip would be far from bland
As the class clown
He wasn’t entitled to a crown
But was prone to tumbling down
Camill was his peach with eyes a brown
Was this the day to plant that first kiss
Or another for remiss
Only time and a climb would tell
If he would finally ring her bell
He was surely under her spell
One she had cast and for which he befell
Was today finally it
His heart long ago being lit
His biggest fear of all
That he would suffer another fall
And have to race home
All alone
To his bed
Where he would tears shed
Andreas Simic
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC
My Modern Age Reality©
The daily commute a daily grind
Bumper to bumper you will find
Asking “are you out of your mind”
Hoping to spot someone that is kind
Road rage is now the new adage
To get where you’re going at this stage
Maybe this can be forestalled with courage
Though that is wishful thinking at this age
My child in the back seat
She’s my daily joy when I do pick her up and we meet
Her arms outstretched as if to greet
Though the morning drop off isn’t so neat
A woman in a job no less
That a man used to do my guess
Why does it feel so thankless
Although that paycheck is a bliss
At the end of a long day I just want to rest
But hubby dear has announced a guest
Shopping, cooking, cleaning is now my quest
After all we want to show our best
The closing of the door and a big sigh
Tells me that bedtime is nigh
But first tidy up both low and high
Maybe it’s worth a hug from my big guy
My head comes to rest on the pillow
A last glance out the window at the willow
And a snuggle with mine bedfellow
Leads to a day’s afterglow
That’s all I have for today’s sideshow
Andreas Simic©
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 10:03 AM UTC
She is a Vulcan
Part Seductress
Part Enigma
She will lure you into her sphere
The sound of her music a trap
You’re unaware of its allure
Like a kiss that captivates your heart
Leaving you wondering is this madness
Until caught in its entanglement
You ask how did I get here
Why was I such easy prey
When will I learn
Yet again shopping around
The fractals have led you wrong
Is this self sacrifice you ponder
Led down a garden path
Betrayed by yearnings thought pure
Her crown like a shiny object reels you in
Her lipstick captivates you
Her eyes like a gravitational pull
Her horns pierce your heart
Like a cigarette burn left unattended
The wound festers like an assassin
Until it feels like a lobotomy
It is only as the poison spreads that you realize
It was all a game to bring on a revolution
Vengeance the end goal
She is an artist vying for your love
Throwing gasoline on our passion
As if struck by lightning the reverberation hits
There is a lesson to be learned
But what
And is it too late
Andreas Simic©
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC
Eternal Fantasy©
Crossing the bridge I hear the roar
Instinctively my head turns
And there it is
A red Ferrari
The driver shifting through the gears
One day I will have a car like that
As I mesmerize myself with those thoughts
A tall blonde statuesque woman approaches
The kind of look a model in a magazine would have
One day a woman like her will be attracted to me
My mind imagines her and I in that Ferrari
Me shifting gears like a race car professional
What kind of income would I need for that car
And to attract that kind of rare beauty
Larger and larger numbers come to mind
One day I would make that kind of money
With the car, girl, and money would come prestige
People would know who I am, maybe I would be famous
We would live on a private island
Our home an estate worthy of my success
One day I could have all that
Then reality sets in
My age, wage and stage of life
Make this a fantasy
Only a lottery ticket away
Could make this real one day
Hope is eternal as is fantasy
Andreas Simic©
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
What is Success©
Is it being selfless
Even during moments of duress
Where I don’t try to impress
Or those times where I don’t make a mess
Which is often I confess
For wisdom I don’t profess
These thoughts coalesce
In my mind like a fortress
Sometimes seemingly useless
Difficult to access
During moments of stress
Or worry in excess
Do they reveal my lack of classiness
Or skills at chess
Over which I obsess
Is it about the way I dress
Or a life lacking fullness
Without much to bless
Shame arrives during idleness or
After periods where I am win less
It is these I try to suppress
My parents believe I am aimless
But still show their fondness
And support with kindness
My life at times senseless
Revealing all this is just a guess
So I egress
Andreas Simic©
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC
My One Day Bucket List©
When I was young life was tough enough
As I sat behind that old wooden school desk I would dare to dream
I had a dream that…
One day I would fly a plane and soar like the birds in the sky away from the pain
One day I would find someone to love and be loved back just because they wanted to
One day I would have friends and feel like I belonged and not be different
One day I would own a home, a house to call my own because it looked like everyone else
One day I would sail the oceans to know what it would be like to be totally surrounded by water and feel like no one could find me to hurt me anymore
One day I would make money so no one would know I was poor
One day I would move a thousand miles away to an island so
No one would know I was not okay
One day I would own a business so that I could control my destiny
One day I would travel, to see what made the Panama possible and
Learn how deep the Grand Canyon is, see why people go to Las Vegas and experience what it would be like in Alaska
One day I would return to my father’s place of birth and see where it all began on that small family farm in the middle of seemingly nowhere and how he got to be so far away to escape a war
One day I would be there when Mom and Dad were passing on
So that they would not feel alone as they made that last human transition
One day I realized how my dreams had turned into reality that
Those early beginnings became an incredible life
Filled with family and friends
One day aspiration had turned into inspiration and inspiration into reality.
One day looks like inspiring others both young and not so young to hold on during those dark moments for the light to shine through and the opportunity for dreams to come true
One day
Andreas Simic©
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 10:01 AM UTC
Wave of Emotion©
Where doth it begin, this wave that cometh over me
That leaves me at times in great overwhelm
Unable to respond
Frozen in time and space
It seems as though one day the seas of my mind are calm
All is well at the helm of life
Clear sailing as it were
But underneath...
Like an undertow or undercurrent
Swells are forming that will one day reveal themselves
Maybe it starts like a ripple on a body of water
Building up steam
Hence I do not know that which is coming
Lurking, slowly building up
Underneath the tranquility
Waiting to erupt or burst forth
If one were able to see the tides shifting
Maybe one could get a sense of the impending storm brewing
Something like a light keeper
Warning Captains of impending ill wind
But alas it is not so
The waves come rolling in
On an unsuspecting shoreline
Crashing unto its midst
Growing stronger from some unseen source
Wreaking havoc and intensifying as it goes
The storm unleashed with great impotence
Inflicting the desired impact
The groundswell of emotion now set free
Erupts in its various forms, anger and disgust
Fear and sadness arise sometimes
Disguised as surprise and happiness
This co-mingling of human outlets
Can plunge us into the depths of despair
Into the caverns of our vessel and sink us
To depths undiscovered and fraught with danger
Yet like all hurricanes above the waterline
They too shall weaken, wear themselves out
And over time they lose power
Once again we will feel like we are in control
Calmness is the order of the day; after all
We are “emotional beings” living through a human existence.
And it is so and
So it is.
Andreas Simic©
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
At the Top©
I often think as the crest of the hill appears
That I am at the top
The top of this game
It is my dream it seems
To go out on top
To be the best me when I flee
To the other side
With a great measure of pride
Knowing I have tried and tried
So what does the top look like for me
Holding hands with my honey
Knowing she will have enough money
That I have lived a full life
Even if that includes all that strife
After all nothings perfect
Even for those of us who like to direct
The path we have chosen
For the long journey to get to the other side
Will have traveled far and wide
And won’t have anything to hide
I will have kissed and hugged a lot
Even enjoyed all those things we bought
With many friends and family too
My hope is to be the glue
That you see me too
At the top
The top of my game
Andreas Simic©
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 5:45 AM UTC
The Funny White Stuff©
It is hard to believe
That there is a part of the world
Where no funny white stuff exists at all
This thing that can create great pleasure
Or be seen as a plague or aggravation
Which some will never experience
How something so good can also be so bad
In one moment a plaything
And in another a quagmire to escape
A symbol for the chills and cold
Or that which can bring a warm glow to our hearts
Those that love to slide cherish it
While those that drive oft curse it
Yet it is made of the same thing
You can throw or fling it for fun
Build a fort or igloo too
If need be it’s a water source
And hence a precious resource
Floating from the sky above
It can create quite a scene
Leading people to dream
Especially those that have not seen
The magic and wonder
Of the season and the funny white stuff
Andreas Simic©
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC
Journey to Tranquility©
As I nestle into the seat of my
Far from new mode of transport
I steel myself for the journey ahead
In my mind I plan out the route for this day
I'm sure bumper to bumper was invented here
There will be that slow crawl up the parkway
This will turn into the raceway as we hit the expressway
Where I let her go
Road rage is the new adage
So one must be aware not to stare or glare
This gauntlet must be run to arrive alive
Success here brings relief as we turn,
Turn onto a highway of only two lanes
Gains can be made here though watch for deer
Home after home turns into farm land
As the lights of the city disappear
Another left, then one more with pavement
Becomes gravel for many a mile
Don’t go too far there it is on the right
A smile appears as it comes into sight
The scurry of a fox across the driveway
The chirp of birds as you exit the car
The smell of a lake and its shore
You are at the cottage and tranquility galore
It is worth the drive every time.
Andreas Simic©
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
My Plight in Sight©
I find myself alone
I was once with many
Dwindled to a few
Now a sole survivor
I am huddled here
In the cold
In this ditch
That now serves as shelter
It is not my fault
I did my very best
To help them survive
To keep them alive
Now I am freezing
My hands shake
And quiver
As I hold my metal defense
They are all around me now
It is just a matter of time
My thoughts are of home
Of family and that tree in the yard
The odds are not good
I know they are not
That I will hold your hand
For now it is just a thought
To have and to hold is just a dream
Our baby in my hands
Something I glean
What happens now is unforeseen
The din of earlier in the day
Gives way to an eerie silence
And here I have to stay
To see if I will live another day
This is war
And I am a soldier
Andreas Simic©
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC
Prince Charming©
I know he is out there somewhere
Living a life without a care
He’s the guy that will fill my dreams
Maybe end all my screams
The one that will my problems solve
That’s why I play a game I call revolve
In and out they go
Hoping the right one will show
It seems like it is an endless chain
One day one will remain
The few have become the many
Life passes by with nary a penny
They come they go
Yet I have little to show
Years pass on by and still I date
Hoping to find someone to relate
They move in for just a while
Till I realize they are not my style
To the curb they do go
When the next will show I don’t know
It’s not you it’s me
If I could only see
Andreas Simic©
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 6:54 AM UTC