#threes
bad day omens come in threes (and a P.S.):
1. bad day omens come in threes,
a Trinity Church with a graveyard
included and attached, (1);
when your breakfast
navel orange targets,
aims & squirts on
its namesake orifice,,
a prescient hint for
a freshly cleaned
white T-shirt day,
first bite of the date
2. a trinity requires three,
the day is young,
so when sun up shines,
surely a positivity, nah, no!
just to make a point,
immediate comes out a
glazed donut
coating haze
that says impolitely,
no sir, “nun-uh”
3. go to the kitchen
for fresh coffee,
hearing a car
pulling out,
finding note,
on coffeepot-propped,
neatly folded,
To: Only Love Poetry
*”Cannot do this anymore,
don’t forget to turn the
coffee machine off”*
P.S.
*Can’t afford another costly mistake. Pre-treat that orange spot.
It was good for awhile, till it wasn’t, but our spots, just won’t
come out, no matter how many times we tried, stained permanent. Sorry.*
onlylovepoetry
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 11:21 AM UTC
How patient are the arms of the trees
To hold out and hold on
To the weight of the weighed winters snow
In place of their own
Their children, their leaves
Which have long since left left for the distant ground
Having moved on to another town
How they’re holding on and beholden now
How kind are these?
Such winter trees
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 4:29 PM UTC
They say death comes in three's but I think love does to because
all at once I loved, cared and wanted you
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
I walk this passage of three certainties
There is no turning back.
The fog's blanket is eternal.
Only the next step can be seen.
Not all doors unlock with a set of keys
One foot stalks the other.
Only to reach a sign of fate.
Dead End never seemed so serene.
Change replaces fog as it lifts with ease
The road forks left and right.
The next step grows but which one ends.
Seems two roads I must choose between.
Not all that is certain appears in threes
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC
every last word
was for you
those that i
didn’t know how
couldn’t ever say
i was always
afraid how do
i do this
me and you
so i never
showed you my
other other side
i’m not ready
for the trainwreck
i’ll inevitably cause
my thoughts derail
hold me prisoner
going full speed
she’s so real
she’s always there
she doesn’t exist
she’s my friend
she is me
this is me
i love us
i really meant
every last word
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-z.z
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC