"afer" poems
there is an
old jewish hermit crab
spending his sunsetting years
in Boca.
after all these
years he still
finishes his beers,
but now he takes his coke
with cola.
he's gotten so old,
his heart's grown so sour,
that he believes himself
to be protestant;
remembers meeting ******
as a third-placing contestant
on Walt Disney's variety hour.
growing bored
with the Lord
he fancies the shuffleboard,
though he quickly grows tired
of being pushed over rough cement;
never invited to play--
he just came along whenever they went.
now he never thought
he'd make it this long,
he thought his heart
should have died from
being broken;
so he may not have
much longer in life,
but he'd like
to spend it wide open
so with polish for chrome
he shines up his dome
and makes haste to leave
his humble home.
he will sell his timeshare
--afer all, who cares?
and finally embrace
his freewheeling spirit;
--the West?
he'd never even been near it
well he didn't get very far at all
no, not even down passed the bar and all
when he was smashed by a car--
rims, tires, and all.
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 11:49 AM UTC
H ow is it possible to have so much hate
A midst all of those that I’m ordered to love.
T orn by the need to stay here and fight-
R eeling from weakness I thought I’d outlived,
E dging towards a fall I must stop, I’m
D odging the arrows, to keep keeping on.
F rightened that I’m not as young or as smart,
O lder than I ought to be at my age, I’m
R emembering when I wielded weapons of youth.
M y armies of wit were were invincible then,
Y et now only shadows of warriors past.
E nemies bumping the sore spots they caused me, with
N ever a thought or respect for my toil, I
E nvy their callous neglect of my pain and
M emorize odes to the loathing I feel.
I light bonfires of hatred and hope not to get burned
E scaping through tunnels of madness and fear into
S afer environs where I can breathe free.
ljm
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
Angels can't reach me,
Angels can pray.
They can fly around,
Day afer day.
Guarding who they choose
Their secrets are safe.
Till their wings they lose,
Getting carelessly misplaced.
Then the one human being,
Who needed them the most,
Is left the singing.
"How could you, you ghost,
Why are you so careless,
I needed you then,
Now who will hear this,
Who can help me mend"
I'm left all alone,
This song all but hear,
Im left here to die,
No one hearing a word.
And its all because I trusted you,
An angel.
Now you are leabing me here,
For one last day.
I realize what I must do,
I must learn to pray.
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC
Afer sometime, I never felt d way I used to,
After sometime, I never looked back as I used to,
Her name seems like never heard of,
Her voice mellifluous, or was it, doesn't pacify me anymore,
The intensity of her gaze doesn't blind me anymore.
Coz if we were bound to stay, we'd have,
If it was meant to be any longer, it'd have,
If only you wished, coz i was all in,
Now dun blame me, for the animosity that has set in.
But as they say, give time some time,
Now I am bereft of the sorrow n no more whine,
Now I am me, the happy me,
Gaping at everything with a glee,
Coz moving on is life,
And looking back is waking up in a fool's paradise
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
Am I too late?
Why didn't you wait?
We could be together,
If you wait for me a little longer.
Now, our happily ever afer,
Becomes a never after.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:05 AM UTC