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Red
Someone forgot the pearl necklace today
I remember seeing a red and white skirt
the sound of the wind was strong
a floral set of earrings
As the camera rolled
a pause stood in the air
there wasn't a single cloud in the sky
the black blouse was transparent
the red on the mustang
reflected your sunshine face.
this poem
is like watching you
over and over again
In another life
I would marry you
shortly after meeting
In this life
I'm wandering
re-learning how to live
"Just being happy"
with never seeing you again
There isn't a wand
to undo this heartbreak
the grisly taste left in your mouth
Death is bitter, yet
would have been better
than
this daily affliction
Peculiar and unfamiliar
feelings
of endless cold
spicy desires
never to be fulfilled
What a waste of feelings
Out to lunch this judgmental bunch
At this pressure point in time
Raising our hands to gladly condemn
Those not of the same frame of mind

Quick with the pointing of fingers
Ready with the unsteady hand
How easily we forget to remember
Every last one of us I'd say are the same

We just go about things differently
When saying who's right and condemning who's wrong
We all could be judged-mentally
With no place to sit or foot to stand on

Before you jump on the bus to just fuss and cuss
Remove the plank from your eye
To see clear enough what your brother does
Before you judge what, you do in kind

Out to lunch this judgmental bunch
At this pressure point in time
Raising our hands to gladly condemn
Those not of the same frame of mind
The truth
got lost
in the maze of justice
Haiku
Are you in need of a jester?
One who'll make you burst out with laughter
One you can engage in witty banter.
who'll bring out the peculiar laughing sounds
With no desire to weigh you down.
Turning the serious affairs comical
But not with the intent to demean their true essence.
I know it sounds incredibly nonsensical
In a world full of pain and sorrows.
Isn't that why we need some humour?
Since we are unsure of tomorrow.
I suppose we are all in need of a jester.
Humour is a good coping mechanism
Jimmy silker Feb 5
It went so quick
From bladder to boot
Like a Haitian
Visited in the night
By the Ton Ton Macoute
That was stark fear
Knowing that this was the end
No compassion here
Just torturous ruin my friend
Some say with a straight face
Hilarity
Does the same thing
Poetic license
Served by fools
Is one hell
Of a thing.
Jimmy silker Feb 5
Give me a well honed
Katana
And I'll walk any street
Straight into
Well deserved defeat.
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