"dory" poems
It streams down eye to eye
from the unseen but the all seeing.
Far from the Mars far from the Neptune
skipping all the planets hanging in space
only on the cheek of earth, a drop of tear fell.
Every angel in the heavens' shore
has heard of this lore.
It’s timeless long mesmerising beautiful.
Far from the blue yonder sky
hunky dory is delighting to the eyes
the stunner is made to measure.
A tear in the corner of the eye
as if it's diagonally weighed down
with the 360-degree open looking sky.
As close as within a fingertip comes the Moon
still, a sea is ahead forever untouchable!
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
guilt me like a cancer
manipulate me like a taurus
if i was the first verse, you’d skip to the chorus
i tape glue and sew but you’re the one who tore us
ripped me into pieces and i made myself
something new
i recognized myself
you’re lost not knowing what to do
play dumb like a pisces and lash out like a scorpio
if you’d give me up for anything
it would be half an oreo
maybe four quarters or a dollar
but you could never change
had a heart for everyone but i was never in your range
impulsive like an aires confusing like a gemini
you my day 1 and i love you turns into there cant be a you and i
you “never wanna make me cry” but can never keep your **** dry
eyes red like im high
you “never want to say goodbye” but the second things dont go your way you fly
but you could never be the bad guy?
act out like a capricorn stubborn like a leo
how you beat yourself up but wanna be everyones hero?
your double life is really a triple
i should call you trio
if ‘paid in full’ was my life you would be rico
how my own girl crossed me?
then made it my fault that she lost me?
then told everyone she tossed me?
don’t care like aquarius outted me like a libra
you beat around the bush when i made it black and white like a zebra
how i told you tell me the truth and you made up a story
you cant lie on someone who loves you
and bask in glory
i paved the way for you and you act lost like dory
and i still found you
careless like sagittarius critic like a virgo
how you tell me to “never leave” but you go?
how you use the water you drained me of to grow
you’re not who your instagram shows
i see through you, commando
you cant flex on me if you know what i know
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 12:51 AM UTC
The fisherman’s swapping a yarn for a yarn
Under the hand of the village barber,
And her in the angle of house and barn
His deep-sea dory has found a harbor.
At anchor she rides the sunny sod
As full to the gunnel of flowers growing
As ever she turned her home with cod
From George’s bank when winds were blowing.
And I judge from that elysian freight
That all they ask is rougher weather,
And dory and master will sail by fate
To seek the Happy Isles together.
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In the aftermath
Of a very hot bath
Sylvia Plath
Used to re-read
Katherine Mansfield stories
Until she felt
A little bit snory.
Whilst Ted Hughes -
After he'd imbued
The cool waters of
A shower for an hour -
Would watch Jackanory
Till he felt Hunky Dory
Then listen to Aladdin Sane
To bring him back to
The real world again.
Watch That Man!
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
FIRST
Be it a girl, or one of the boys,
It is scarlet all over its avoirdupois,
It is red, it is boiled; could the obstetrician
Have possibly been a lobstertrician?
His degrees and credentials were hunky-dory,
But how's for an infantile inventory?
Here's the prodigy, here's the miracle!
Whether its head is oval or spherical,
You rejoice to find it has only one,
Having dreaded a two-headed daughter or son;
Here's the phenomenon all complete,
It's got two hands, it's got two feet,
Only natural, but pleasing, because
For months you have dreamed of flippers or claws.
Furthermore, it is fully equipped:
Fingers and toes with nails are tipped;
It's even got eyes, and a mouth clear cut;
When the mouth comes open the eyes go shut,
When the eyes go shut, the breath is loosed
And the presence of lungs can be deduced.
Let the rockets flash and the cannon thunder,
This child is a marvel, a matchless wonder.
A staggering child, a child astounding,
Dazzling, diaperless, dumbfounding,
Stupendous, miraculous, unsurpassed,
A child to stagger and flabbergast,
Bright as a button, sharp as a thorn,
And the only perfect one ever born.
SECOND
Arrived this evening at half-past nine.
Everybody is doing fine.
Is it a boy, or quite the reverse?
You can call in the morning and ask the nurse.
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There's no sophistication in the raw life of men
the ****** birthing pain of entering our den
enduring all emotions and ******* turbulence
there's no sophistication in War rememberance
There's no sophistication in being up the junction
innocently learning basic ****** function
the youthful years pretending none of it exists
the sophisticated people with whom we pit our wits
There's no sophistication in the finality of death
the worn out decrepit bodies of the elderly in debt
wasted starving africans and third world poverty
there's no sophistication in no liberty or money
Do why do we pretend that all is hunky dory
sophisticated society is a glory story?
can't we be honest, and support our neighbour
or are we too sophisticated for human behaviour
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC
H-alaga ng buhay
A-y kanyang ipinamalas
P-ag-aaruga't kalinga'y
P-atuloy niyang ipinadarama
Y-akap at halik ang laging niyang
ibinibigay, ngunit tila
M-arami ang sa ati'y nakakalimot na
magpasalamat
O- o nga't tayo'y abala sa pang araw-
araw nating pamumuhay upang
mabigyan siya ng masaganang
buhay, ngunit sa
T-uwing siya'y nalulungkot at
nalulumbay ni
H-indi natin magawang aliwin man
lang
E-wan kung saan ba siya nagkulang
upang pasasalamat sa kanya'y hindi
magawang maisambit man lamang
R-amdam ang pangungulila ng isang
Inang napagkakaitan ng
pagmamahal at pasasalamat ng
isang anak
S-akripisyo'y kanyang iginawad upang
bigyan tayo ng magandang buhay
D-ugo at laman na sa ati'y kanyang
ibinigay, kaya
A-ting alalahanin na tayo'y may isang
Inang handang magmahal at
magbuwis ng buhay, kaya ngyong
araw ng mga Ina hayaan **** ika'y
aming pasalamatan
Y-ou're our Mom who gave US life.
N-atatanging INA, sa
A-ming siyam na magkakapatid na si
N-anay
A-DORACION LOYOLA TIMAJO-
ARCENAL a.k.a DORY OCAMPO
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 6:01 AM UTC
my wriggling
dory in
nautical wine
that attested
my craw
with my
line high
now artistry
win a
bite-sized cling
that naturally
could sing
and dance
with the
air and
rhythm of
its strand
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:33 AM UTC
As I told you already that I was Graeme Thorne in the 1950s and apart from the fact I was him for just 8 years, I had a best friend named bobby Francis who was a very ***** fellow, well back then so was I
Bobby had a teenage crush on dody Stephens who sang pink shoe laces which was bobby's fave song and I, as Graeme Thorne thought yeah she is cute and bobby bought her album over to my house and you could hear his voice twanging with the words pink shoelaces and then in 1959 bobby bought pink shoelaces which caused a bit of shock for teachers at old scots college and Greame Thorne who was me said it looks weird that my mate is wearing pink shoe laces
But bobby couldn't give a flying **** about what people were saying about him
Just listen or try and get the memory of him singing
Tan shoes and pink shoelaces
A polka dot vest hey man oh man tan shoes with pink shoelaces and a big panamol
With a purple hat band and my friend bobby sang that with the same twang as dodi Stephens
Which could be the reason why
Bobby is having a tween crush on an older 13 year old singer
I as Graeme Thorne also had a crush on dodi and both me and bobby were dodi's dory but bobby's mum got really cranky with bobby for his voice because it could be a **** voice but bobby used bad language to tell his mum to get ****** and every time we went to the local shops in Bondi beach we bought our ice creams and sat on the beach singing the dodi Stephens hit
And then two gorgeous 12 year old girls sat near us and I said
How about a bit of sugar and bobby said for you maybe but I want dodi's pink shoelaces
And I told bobby to live in the realistic years and bobby said you can talk to these girls but I like dodi ok and bobby was ************ over dodi Stephens **** body while I as Graeme Thorne went over to the 12 year old girls and started to massage their backs and thighs saying to bobby these girls are a nice *** of sugar
For my spoon and as the girls left they kissed me as greame Thorne on the lips and left thinking my friend was a bit of a **** and when we got back to bobby's house bobby played pink shoe laces very loud as well as ************ thinking dodi is a 50s fox and I toild him that those girls on the beach were **** too and bobby said yeah I agree but I plan to finish school and marry dodi and then said he was Dooley and dodi is trying to keep me safe well in 1960 I was kidnapped and killed and bobby well I will never ever know if he got it together with dodi, probably not but in my current life at the age of 22 I heard bobby's twang singing pink shoe laces as I heard it on the radio and now I listen to pink shoe laces on YouTube
She is hot
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
And I solemnly swear
on the chill of secrecy
that I know you not, this room never,
the swollen dress I wear,
nor the anonymous spoons that free me,
nor this calendar nor the pulse we pare and cover.
For all these present,
before that wandering ghost,
that yellow moth of my summer bed,
I say: this small event
is not. So I prepare, am dosed
in ether and will not cry what stays unsaid.
I was brown with August,
the clapping waves at my thighs
and a storm riding into the cove. We swam
while the others beached and burst
for their boarded huts, their hale cries
shouting back to us and the hollow slam
of the dory against the float.
Black arms of thunder strapped
upon us, squalled out, we breathed in rain
and stroked past the boat.
We thrashed for shore as if we were trapped
in green and that suddenly inadequate stain
of lightning belling around
our skin. Bodies in air
we raced for the empty lobsterman-shack.
It was yellow inside, the sound
of the underwing of the sun. I swear,
I most solemnly swear, on all the bric-a-brac
of summer loves, I know
you not.
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The speckled puffer fish was a greedy scavenger
a greedy thing with no agenda but to grab the hook
I used to hate to touch them.Big black eyes staring
Huge gopher teeth bare and sharp.
I was Huck Fin Carribean
Bare foot and rural as heck
Dirt ring around my neck
The dusty roads
humid.
The sweltering heat and the river would meet us
in the mangrove Forrest as we walked the
Picado road to river's edge.
A cranky dory sat tied of
for our convenience with a paddle or two.
We pushed of and fought the tide
to get us safe to the other side.
Aunt Doris would stand with'
arm akimbo a cigarette burning
between index and middle
a tiny smile stayed put.
The Muttruce , as we named it
Flourished because no one would eat it
so the river teemed with catfish and puffy.
we did not eat catfish either some cultural bias. Lucky cat
but that bias died when the market for him found Belize.
Scary little blacked eyed buck toothed *******
Dont know if they are on someones menu now.
They seemed a bit scarce last time i fished.
high priced export on the orient express I guess.
Price of popularity is no privacy
eaten to extinction.
Head up , eyes open
mouth closed.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
Dressed as humans, we pretend to be civilized,
glib talk, fine clothes, all smiles;
conceal the naked ape, trying our best, with pretenses,
but, it bares its teeth, at the first chance.
we know its a game of concealment and camouflage,
still we pretend everything is hunky- dory,
I am a military strategist who loves that art,
sweetheart, you a con artist par excellence,
we are the best of this species,
we thrive, prosper and proliferate.
come, let's dance, dance in this unholy hour.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 4:55 AM UTC
We share the bliss; the leaves fall to the floor.
Then we kiss, who knows what for.
It’s now a quarter till four .
We dismiss the screaming *****
who left her litter for us to ignore.
Tonight, She feels lucky,
standing outside of Ricky Jay’s bar.
As she waits beside a stranger’s car
, little does she know,
He’s not into infidelity.
The asphalt absorbs the neon glow.
The ***** adores the white alley cat.
We wonder how she got here
We imagine her story.
She was strong like a bear
, but is now a short term circuit Dory.
We fell for the despair of her misfortune.
The town drunk passed on the close margin.
We left and took the moon out for a walk
I began to talk,
“Will that be us when we’re 33?”
She took a moment to ponder
She faced me and replied
with an upside down smile
, “I’m no fortune teller,
but we would have been far better off
if you didn’t break my heart.”
She said enough.
Thankfully she did… I had to ****
I let you have your head start
I then followed after you
I found you hiding in an abandoned canoe.
With a gaping hole intervening the lost canoe
Nowhere near a reflecting stream.
She wiped off her ****** cream
The puncture wound
, separates us from common ground.
I sat across from her,
We began to reminisce about Denver
On that cold night last November
Taking a break from the big tour
Sharing one bed in a hotel room
We kept our luggage packed
Thinking we may never go back
We held each other warm and tight.
Now under the pale blue moonlight
Back in the canoe, Autumn’s early breeze
Sends shivers through our knees.
Gazing at you,
I wish to give something true.
Holding your hand whispering,
“Finally, near to a full year.
I overcame the fear
, here’s to you kid.
I feel the same way you did
these same exact words;
now transparently clear
that you whispered in my ear.
On a cold night in late November.
TJW2013
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC
Sleeping. A minute or two at a time. Mark. This guy hit somebody. Awake. Coat on. Front door out. A silver hatchback is parked blocking our driveway. Drivers Door opens. A man with dark hair gets out. Italian maybe. Takes three steps. Sees me. And at once without any acknowledgement beyond eyes meeting he is back in the car. And it's all you can do to stare at the rectangle of pressed aluminum. It's white characters on green. 638 UAR 638 UAR. And then his car is gone again but not before you glimpse the passenger side front quarter panel. What's left of it. Man he did a real smack. And then Still in Costco house shoes You listen to the scrape of his tires drive away and walk the outer line of the front fence along the line of cars parked in front of your house and up the front door of your rather dory sort of spry 84 year old neighbor. As you reach her front door You see it is open and only the glass screen door is shut. Think about rapping but reach for the doorbell instead. And there she is. Hi you say. A guy hit one of your cars out front. Four cars parked out front. two silver two redfish. Well come in she says. You apologize for the house shoes. A dad don't. As you step inside you realize how close to Christmas it really is. Her entire house. Silver & red. Four women Sitting around The dining room table. Someone's car has been Hit 84 says. The murmurs at the table soon turn into realizations. And questions. Which car? I don't know. He left. I just came here straightaway with the license plate. You realize you've been saying it aloud this whole time. 638 UAR. And now you and 5 bible studiers walk back outside. It's the first car. A white silver one. Joy for not much damage but Enough to pray over.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
*It happens with old men
Have seen it times umpteen
I’m a boy again
You too sweet sixteen!
You sit with folded knees
Pulling down your skirt
Lest in naughty breeze
Thereto my eyes dart!
As long as it’s your face
Things are hunky dory
Tales of such retrace
Tell you as teatime story!
But often it happens
As the dreams unfurl
I can’t make its sense
Appears another girl!
She may be the one I know
Or a face I have never seen
Crafted in moon’s glow
Carved from days of teen!
Such dreams they quickly abort
When her I embrace
Make with her a rapport
On her neck comes back your face!
Next morn I feel glum
Hide behind newspaper
Teatime I sit mum
Without a story for her!*
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 7:04 AM UTC
You said you want a guy who loves to roll the dice
He might get a six, but mine has twenty sides.
Like Lucy in the Sky you won’t believe your eyes
Like Dory be surprised and forget the other guys
People aren’t something anybody can own but
I heard about a thing called inter-library loan
Run my fingers down your spine
and dog-ear the pages
Our story will be told for ages and ages
Just call me love,
‘cause all you need is me
Must be shortsighted ‘cause you are all I see.
I know no man’s an island,
But I’ve got a big peninsula
Step onto my deck
And maybe we can get molecular
I’m not part of your fandom
I just want to see the show
Got reasons to hold back
Let’s pretend we didn’t know
Call me fire, call me death
I’m a dragon named Smaug and this rap is my breath
I’m sweet and empty inside, if that’s what you’re after
I’ll open right up and you can call me candy rapper
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
What are these pangs
That wake me from my slumber?
Hunger?!? You devilish *******
My own worst enemy, what ***** is this?
Come to fight me on my own turf,
How dare you? Not even bothering to show your own face.
How fare you? So poor that you must come bother me,
A plump little house cat such as I, truly
You disgust me. Hiss.
.......
From the land of the warming rays you would pluck me
My own sacred home, you disrupt me!
But of course Hunger never goes away on its own,
It’ll ***** at you and **** and wear you down to the bone
Until you feed it some delicate morsel,
Like tuna, perhaps. I was always partial
Towards tuna.
.......
Hunger’s a real witty foe, too,
Never facing you head on, no
It’s much too smart for that.
The fool makes you walk to the kitchen.
That’s about thirty ****** steps for me,
God I despise it; but then of course I have to prep for it!
Mewing pitifully and rolling around on my back,
Enticing that lazy-arse human to tally from his track
And come feed me. Jesus, pity me,
I know I do.
........
“Oh, look at the cute little kitty fuzz awww”
Oh **** off and feed me you ****
“Aw but you’re such a fat little cat! You don’t need the food!”
I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch it, what was that?
I’m dying of hunger over here, mate.
You’re not going to feed me? Just walk away?
Very well, you’ve made your play.
I’m gonna go **** in your shoes,
How’s that for a how-do-you-do?
........
Hunger, my mortal enemy, my only friend,
You’ve won this fight, but it’s not the end.
You might grumble my stomach in sweet revelry,
Taking joy in my delicious misery-
But hark, what’s this before me??
Oh hunky dory, ~purr~
... There’s no way he’s this stupid, for sure...
Oh, but there is, though it cannot be!
My master’s, (unawares), left out a morsel for me.
You hear that, Hunger, it’s fantastic, I’ve won!
(Even though you’re victory had only just begun),
Dear fat master had left out his food, you see
And now I shall feast and set my hunger free.
For in front of me, O Sweet Salvation!
... A sandwich, for my consumer-ation.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 11:50 AM UTC
Little me
1st grade me
Sitting on the swing
My best friend beside me
A pinky promise on a playground
A promise now long forgotten
A promise of friendship forevermore
A promise too soon broken
Little me
2nd grade me
Sitting on the slide
No one beside me
No more promises left to be broken
Little Me
4th grade me
Sitting on the swings yet again
This time it was me next to me
But it wasn't me
He leaned over and stuck out his pinky
He said he'd always be here
He'd never leave me
Little Me
5th grade me
Sitting on the swings
His hand in mine
An invisible person
An invisible friend
He has yet to leave
His promise left yet unbroken
Innocent Me
6th grade me
Sitting on the playground wall
Sitting there with him
Hes grey eyes
His short spiky white hair
His soft smile
His sad eyes
They were always sad
My only friend
His promise sits unbroken
Cut me
7th grade me
Sitting alone
A girl moos in my face
I laugh at her
My long hair falling in my face
Hi my name is Dory
She looked at me
I said go away
She sat down anyway
Where he usually sat
But I couldn't find him
His promise now broken in my eyes
I slowly forgot my invisible best friend
New Me
Broken me
8th grade me
Hi I'm the invisible friend
I now realize that he was me
He was who i'm supposed to be
I now know he never left
I now know his promise will be forevermore
He will never break it
I just found out who I was
I found out I was He
Little Me
Innocent Me
Happy me
Not Me
His promise never broken
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 1:30 PM UTC
The world is full of fools’ theory
Listening to them I feel weary.
Such egoistic heads tell not to worry
And at our back talk oscillatory
Bad about us, creating a crematory
Where they bury their own glory.
They have a bad attitude of sanatory
Coward, showy, deceitful, predatory.
The world is full of fools’ theory
Listening to them I feel weary.
I too had such a mad hoary
Who was ready with an itinerary,
Where all bad & deceit come corollary
As she had a base habit of obfuscatory.
She knew less concepts contemporary
And thought herself vital primary.
The world is full of fools’ theory
Listening to them I feel weary.
Would always ask if I hunky-dory?
We knew those emotions were vapory –
Happy, then sad, angry then nugatory!
Her emotions changed as witch’s allegory,
Hate, spurn, prune are her favourite mandatory:
Now singly fights with colleagues hortatory;
Alas! Does not know her faults & category.
Listening to them I feel weary.
Would always ask if hunky-dory?
At first I tried to be a promontory
So that I can save her crematory;
Blind with pride, less corroboratory,
She spurned me having derogatory.
Now also I pity her as she is a hoary
But wish she improves her oratory.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC
The great con moves along
tent city's not gone
it's just moved around the corner
where your eye does not see it.
A brave new world indeed
they
feed us on ******** expecting respect
and say,
it's all hunky dory,
well
they Fukin bore me.
We're worse off now than we've ever been
'cept for the queen
she's just as rich as can be while
we got tents on the side streets
rough sleepers in the malls
and employers pleading poverty
what a load of *****
A standard of living is giving
not taking, not stealing by dealing
from the bottom of the pack
what is it we lack?
compassion?
empathy?
no good asking me they've cut
out my tongue
the great con goes on and we are being
silenced
one
by
one
until we too are gone.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
Too many injuries
To count.
Two days ago,
I lost my
Eye.
Kernels pop,
Colonels hop to get the popcorn.
Dessert is served; the
Desert makes
Ice-cream taste great.
I scream silently when I realize
They're gone, they've gone too deep.
Their souls swim in darkness.
There, deep in the dark, Martin may never reach Nemo...
Stupid Dory.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 10:19 PM UTC
It is almost
Valentine day
I look up at the sky
And wish you where still here
With me it year is hard on me
Valentine day
Valentine day
You are in heaven and you are
Still here in spirit but I just wish
I can see you and I wish God gives us
More time together because we have
Not dated for long we only have dated
For 1 year and not long enough together
But enough to make awesome memories
Together I will treasure the memories we
Share they will be in my heart I am blessed
To had been your girlfriend you where the
Best boyfriend Nick I am blessed to had
Know you and I remember the day when
I saw you in college I was in the dorm lobby
I say hi my name is Amanda and you say
Hi my name is Nick I say nice to meet you
And you say you too I just wish I was not
Afraid of asking you if you like me back in
College because if I was not afraid of asking if
You like me and found out you like me the
Same way we will had been dating back in
College but I was scar and did not ask you
If you like me but I remember the day you
Ask me out over facetime on April 23, 2015
You say " so we have a lot in common do
You want to be my girlfriend" and I say
Yes I will love to be you girlfriend it all
Started with a picture I post on Facebook
You comment on the picture saying 1. I will
date you 2. You are beautiful 3. You are sweet
I was like I have to comment you back and tell
You I feel the same way and we started Facebook
Messenger after I post the picture on Facebook for
5 weeks then we text each other about 8 weeks then
We facetime each other for 6 weeks then April 23,
2015 we started dating and I remember our first
date we went to see Finding Dory and our 2 date
We saw Secret Life Of Pets then we got dinner I also
Remember you cooked me dinned when I was at you
Dad house and before I leave to go back home you give
Me a big hug and I kiss you on top of your head and tell
You I love you so very much on August 19, 2016 and we
Also have our first kiss and last kiss before I went on my
Cruise September 8, 2016 I come back September 17, 2016
And find out that you passed away from a heart attack on
September 14, 2016 at 2:00am when I went to funeral I just
Wish you sit up and come back to life I just can not believe
You are in heaven I miss you so very much I think about you
Everyday and I know I will see you again someday so I hope
You have a wonderful valentine day up in heaven
So happy valentine day in heaven my love
© Amanda Kay Hill
2/10/17
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 12:30 AM UTC
If only, we were young again
For those days, will ever remain
In our thoughts, and memory
We were young and fair
Most things we would dare
And not, have much of a worry
Friends were easily made
Differences, didn’t make us afraid
Always eager, to strangers query
The problems seemed lighter
The nights were much brighter
While we, basked in all our glory
We could run and sing
Do almost anything
Were more carefree and merry
Oh the things that we dared
And never got scared
We were naive, but never wary
We were taught not to tease
Always say please
And to work, never tarry
Our friends were more fun
We got much more done
But not, in much of a hurry
Disappointments were rare
Life seemed more fair
Everything was, just hunky dory
The grass was greener
The air so much cleaner
We were neither, liberal nor tory
The jokes were funnier
The days far sunnier
And the movies, not as gory
The air was fresher then
Can you remember when
We played, and were never sorry
For the things that we did
Or the goodbyes we bid
Only now, we tell the story
We saw all the beauty
Fulfilled our duty
But now, life’s become blurry
How did we all miss
It would turn out like this
Father time, make us feel his fury
BOEMS BY JA 29
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 9:49 AM UTC
She sell fish
He sell fish
buy what they sell, buy the sea shore
big ocean-side dreams, on an old planing hull
they adore their dory
so,
She sell fish
He sell fish
until they can be
sell fish
no more,
until no one buys that they
sell - fish, by the sea shore.
©ClemC082013
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC