#wherever
Dear soulmate
No we haven't met
At least not yet
For all I know you could be a princess,
with a golden tiara and attendants
Or the daughter of a peasant,
uncouth and ill-bred in the sight others, but to me, nothing short of pleasant
No we haven't met
At least not yet
Dear soulmate
Last night I dreamt of you again,
a thousand dragons for you I had slain
On my heart you placed your hand,
beaming with joy, oh my fair lady was I glad!
Oh my fair lady was I glad!,
when to the beating of our hearts all night we danced
Fell on our backs and at the stars we gazed,
Oh! their resemblance to your eyes left me amazed
No, we haven't met
At least not yet
Dear soulmate
Beautiful becomes meaningless for it cannot describe you
Perfect ceases to exist for it fails to define you
The universe must have been the one that birthed you
Or an angel from heaven must have sent you
From porcelain clay God must have made you
With his own breathe, life, must have gave you
In my dreams I stare in your eyes
In your eyes I witness the sun rise
As the sun sets I picture you walking down the aisle
Oh daughter of a goddess, in your soul I would love to set sail
Oh daughter of a goddess, without fail, by your side i would love to grow old and frail
No, we haven't met
At least not yet
Dear soulmate
No, we haven't met
At least not yet
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC
~wherever, whenever and forever for Sally B.~
"Don’t urge me to leave you. "If I could, then I would
To turn back from you. I'll go wherever you will go
Wherever you go, Way up high or down low
I will go, I'll go wherever you will go
And where you stay, Run away with my heart
I will stay. Run away with my hope
Your people will be Run away with my love
My people I know now, just quite how
And your God My life and love
my God. Might still go on
Where you die, I will die, In your heart, in your mind
There I will be buried." I'll stay with you for all of time"
(Book of Ruth 1:16) (Charlene Soria Lyrics)
Let it be writ,
Let it be sung,
All should know,
This I swear,
Where you are,
So, I shall be too.
Your hope, my hope.
Your heart, my heart.
Life and love,
But one.
Where you run,
I'll shall follow.
Now, today,
Forever,
If our bodies apart,
If our hands cannot
Grasp each other,
Yet, still,
In your heart,
In your soul,
I will be,
I cannot leave.
Where you are,
So, I shall be as well,
within from the without
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 3:56 AM UTC
Every day the pieces of you that still remain under my bed
crawl closer and closer to the front door
in an attempt to escape, unnoticed
and with one starving hand out the door
I ****** them up and drag them back to the home I've forced upon them
because I can't bear the thought of them dying in anyone's presence
other than my own.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
WHEREVER we take our flight,
Into the everlasting night;
I shall follow,
Into yet another plight.
Wherever those stars shall fade,
Into the ethereal plane;
Embrace the Love of my words,
Into yet another masquerade.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC
When the daylight fades,
I'll follow you.
And even when the time comes near,
I'll try for you.
Because your all that I want,
And all that I need.
So I'll go,
Wherever you go.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
if we live we live together
if we jump we jump whenever
if we stay we stay forever
if we stand we stand wherever
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC
Believe what you know.
And may all
the better angels
follow you
wherever you go
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 8:14 PM UTC
(a salvation for my then junior high school youngest daughter afflicted with cognitive dissonance, who over the intervening years (mor'n half dozen Earth orbitz ago), I dashed off this poem witnessed nothing short of miraculous transformation evinced and witnessed by profound learning displaying significant aptitude cognition).
twas spawned fondness
for above named young lady,
when she got assigned
to thine offspring
a glint of genuine virtue grew
into shimmering orb
of brilliant radiance
if accorded sound - would ring
the tune of countless angels,
which imagined beatific,
Democratic, fantastic...sounds
generated via many wing
heavenly music filling
cosmos with joy as august aural,
choral, epochal...tones
would zippily zing
from across universe
spurring one me silly mortal
to contrive this verse
attempting to capture her
aura, charisma, enigma...purse
sue wing dynamic link
with progeny did nurse
emotional and spiritual value
dedication she did immerse
latent social services skill
plus natural radiance
a blessed hire
at Central in Norristown, Pennsylvania,
whose visits i miss lyre
plucking voice
stilled concern for precious Shana Punim,
who aspires to challenge and grow
this father may spill tears
his lessoned fatherhood role
n'er did aye tire
and glad fate that though our paths
will probably not criss cross
curiosity will gnaw within noggin,
and possibly rub raw minor loss
viz, the persevering
maiden USA touch of Kim
lichened to moss
in her rooted cultivation of care
toward biological lass a lucky toss
of the genetic combination
from Matthew
and Abby Harris our jewel
shimmering facets of luminescence
reminding me human
gem stone a kool
aid - priceless staff member
of human league,
whose golden presence doth gently rule
without doubt a beloved
unbridled priceless counterpart
some lucky guy
pledging his troth yes – she yule
see stars in her eyes
no doubt disappointment
felt by other guys
envious of he,
who snagged Kimberly Hartzell
so worthy and wise!
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC
We used to run around the streets in Elmhurst. Play football and bounce the ***** off windshields. Get into tussles and act like tough guys. Somebody on the block always opened the hydrant when things got too hot.
There wasn't a lot of running inside the walls of my high school. It was a train to a bus ride away from home. But it felt a world away.
I'd meet the homeys after school, out on the handball courts in Broadway. Sometimes I didn't bother going to school. I'd skip straight into acing fools on serves.
It's a habit I've kept with me over time. I've had trouble seeing the opportunity right in front of me because I've believed things had to be a certain way. I believed new relationships couldn't be formed as strong as old ones. But I was wrong.
I made it through high school. First kid in the fam to graduate out of college. First generation middle class man from the streets of a lower class upbringing. I don't get to bare that too often. And I don't get to speak my speak all time. Often times I've had to change tongues, dig outside my element to feel a part of something. More often I've chosen not to do so. Out of pride? Out of principal? I probably know as much as you. And that's nothing. But wherever I am, there are places that I came from, people I have met, things that I have been. And without them I'd have no words for you.
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 3:39 AM UTC
#*
Sometimes
I write
And then leave
Unfinished portions
Unable to trace back to the thought
Weaving in new
Words sewn together
Unknown the patterns
The words blink
Pause
Then stick to each other
As they always do
Trying to make sense to themselves
And whoever reads
The thoughts
Of irregular patterns
In sync with mystery
To the writer and words...*#
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
People scurrying everywhere
To get to wherever where is there
Wherever there may be for them
And then they all come back again
Constant motion
No time to play
No time to stop, or talk or stare
Or hear the music all around
As their shoes patter on the gound
No time to waste a minute there
Must rush on , no time to spare
There is here and here is there
As they rush to buy their wares
I saw one there or was it here
Much cheaper than the one elsewhere
So I go back to there again
To find it gone so I'm here again
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 2:33 PM UTC