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 Nov 2013 tranquil
SE Reimer
thirty-six years ago 
by their count 
just last week
a german girl 
with irish roots
swept lanky, 
blonde-haired 
blue-eyed lad 
from off his feet

she with hazel eyes 
that change by whim 
of brunette hair 
and silky skin
his arrival fresh 
from land afar
as appearance goes 
not foreigner 
yet foreign still 
in his homeland 
to he it was 
but fairyland

first sight a playground 
football game
same name but different 
than he’d played
their first date 
a corner burger stand
suited him, though 
not very grand

what she saw 
is still unclear
this blue-eyed lad 
from yesteryear

suffice to say 
he’s grateful she did 
and she still does
and to this day
has kept up her promise
to honor forever
and always love

and he 
knowing some say 
marriage is not their cup
he knows
(this blonde 
and blue-eyed lad)
he knows for sure...
he married 
**up!
sweet sixteen carried a different meaning...
the year of his resident arrival on US soil,
a novelty to him, and he to all who came to know him in those early days;
October 23rd, 1977,
the date of their first date,
each year passes with little fanfare by anyone else,
but the two of them,
who now more in love than ever before,
look knowingly at each other and say,
"remember when?"
 Nov 2013 tranquil
Nat Lipstadt
His Grandpa writes poetry in the tub.

(See the banner photo, please)

His Grandpa writes poetry in the tub,
Clearly a skill and ability
that has been passed
to the next generation.

For who could conceive successfully
Of writing something so exquisitely
Joyful as his smile,
A poem par excellence!

I am sure it is but a matter of
Days and weeks,
After the newbie begins to post
His œuvres écrites,
Here on HP,
That the debate will commence
Who is the better poet sweet?

No worries.
My conceit has already conceded.
 Nov 2013 tranquil
Abeille
haiku
 Nov 2013 tranquil
Abeille
my hands find solace
tapping out the syllables
everything is verse
 Nov 2013 tranquil
Abeille
Stop.
Shooting.
Cupid's arrows
From the corners
Of
Your
Eyes
 Oct 2013 tranquil
Lola
Who are we?
 Oct 2013 tranquil
Lola
I don't know you but you have probably sat in a classroom at some point.
"Who was Adolf Hilter?"
"What is y = 9 + 2y? "
We spend so many hours perched on chairs and learning facts/equations that eventually will fade from our minds
Material that will need be useful in real and actual life
The real question is who are we?
Who am I really?
Am I the galaxy of freckles dusted on my nose?
Or the bruises etched on my skin from my tendency to drip over invisible molecules?
Research shows that every single one of us sees ourselves lightyears more attractive than we really are but at the end of the day, we aren't just mere flesh
Trends will fade, faith may dismissed, and love might only tear us in apart
So why do we **** time by scrutinizing ourselves and others, manifesting on our every flaw and lovers that will never hold us again?
I think the trick is to consume everything the universe has to offer us before it begins to gnaw on you
Feed off everything you find righteous
Relish literature
Become infatuated with nature instead of man
The sea, flowers and the sunset will never pierce your heart
The mountains and the stars will never judge
The only real way to truly live is to find peace with yourself
Find your strengths and know your limits
Indulge in whatever makes your heart swell
Be passionate about what you love or towards who you love
Because every second you just sit and try to **** time, your biological clock is ticking silently
I don't know you or your story but we both lack knowledge of when we will cease to exist
when our lungs will tighten and we will be reduced to nothing but shriveled bones
So take a chance
Go on a road trip
Call that person who has been on your mind for so long
Say hi to that pretty girl or boy who makes your heart stutter at the risk of being rejected
Each of us is currently at war with ourselves
And our every decision will determine what the outcome will be
Will it be a life of continued misery or will you live better, magnificent days with faded battle wounds and inner peace?
The ultimate choice is yours and so is this moment
Do something with it
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