"keri" poems
Fana no iro Fa
uturi ni keri na
itadura ni
waga mi yo ni Furu
nagame sesi ma ni
The colour of this flower
Has already faded away,
While in idle thoughts
My life goes by,
As I watch the long rains fall.
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If I had found a magic lamp in 1982,
And it produced a genie,
As magic lamps are wont to do,
And the genie granted me one wish,
Not three or even two,
I’d have wished to have a daughter –
A daughter just like you.
She’d be the perfect baby, she’d never cry (too loud),
She’d be smart - almost a genius,
My friends would all be wowed!
She’d be a scholar AND an athlete,
She’d stand out in every crowd,
She would win at everything she tried,
And make me very proud!
She be cute just like her Mother,
Blue eyes, and long blond hair,
Though her smile might sometimes cover
A sadness in her heart,
There could never be another,
If the genie did his part.
I don’t believe in genies, the magic lamp I must have missed.
I’ve never found a princess,
In any frog I’ve ever kissed.
But of all the things that I AM proud of,
At the far top of the list,
Is the daughter that I wished for,
Because she DOES exist.
I love YOU, Keri!
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
Audrey, look out the window and see your dreams.
Brydie, lay on the carpet and think of home.
Charlie, stand in the garden and let the rain wash the pain away.
Danielle, shout at the skies for this awful weather.
Ellen, smile as you see a rainbow in the distance.
Fiona, stick out your tongue to soften their fall.
Gemma, pretend there's nothing falling from the sky.
Hannah, dance in the rain in that favourite dress of yours.
Imogen, jump into puddles, one after the other.
Jade, wave to the people going past in their cars.
Keri, open your hands to cup the cold water.
Laura, laugh as the neighbour's umbrella turns inside out.
Molly, hope the grass is better for football tomorrow.
Natasha, sigh as you drive through it all.
Olivia, read a book by the nice warm fire.
Paige, sleep through the hammering of the droplets.
Queenie, scream as you dash through the storm.
Rhianne, fall back onto that squishy armchair inside.
Steph, pray for the sun to come out soon.
Tuula, watch the leaves huddle against the kerb.
Una, listen as they patter patter on the rooftop.
Victoria, take off those sodden shoes.
Whitney, snap another photograph or two.
Xandra, run to get back home to your family.
Yasmeen, follow the trail of the water on the window.
Zara, give up waiting for the rain to stop.
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 7:01 AM UTC
My heart died once it was bout a month or two ago
It was when u left with a “I’ll be back one day”
I just found out recently you won’t be back one day
But its ok cause I don’t feel for u in the same way I used to
Of course I look at u and say thts my ex baby babe hubby
My first LOVE
Tht I had a life planed with
Tried to have kids with
The guy I gave my virginity to the person tht I thought was worthy of it
The person tht made my life wonderful
Amazing CLOUD NINE
But thts all over wit now
I’ve moved on
Let u go
U want to be friends but thts not possible
Maybe later down the road but not now
My heart is slowly being reborn
I don’t c relationships like I used to
But when I do find a guy thts amazing
Thts my cloud nine
I’ll give him my new heart
And hope and pray to god tht he don’t break it
(Like u did)
I don’t tell ppl I love them unless I actually do
But like Keri hilson says “we were just a beautiful mistake”
Cause we were we had everything in our hand we stood by each other closer than any one
But I’ll find tht in someone else tht isn’t just gonna up and leave
He won’t be a mistake
But let’s see how life plays out…
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 12:51 PM UTC
These pages are filling faster and faster.
I feel as though I'm headed for another disaster,
ways that I'll ruin everything,
and the fights that first light will bring,
I'm afraid and man enough to admit it,
these emotions are a drug and I'm scared to quit it,
because being normal makes me uncomfortable,
in a place where I traded bald spots for stubble,
following my dreams shouldn't be this hard,
but I'm lost in thoughts of playing in the yard,
I'm failing mom, dad and keri,
I've lost my sisters trust and they no longer hear me,
this is depression and anxiety,
fearing truth, and that everyone lies to me,
so I unload on pages and text files,
everyone's laughing like hyenas or smiling like crocodiles,
so tear me apart and shave my beard,
rip open my chest and drown it with beer,
Just Like I do.
Just Like I do.
Just Like I do.
Just Like I do.
Just Like I do.
Just Like I do.
Instead of a loved one in my dreams,
I only get rhyme schemes.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC
‘Tis the tale of Carry-Me Keri,
And how she got the name
On vacation off to Boston
(Of Tea Party Fame)
There’s a trail marked in yellow
Along those famous streets
Her father, saving money
Thought they should walk somewhere to eat.
So they walked the famous trail
Keri and her Mom and Dad
And they saw all kinds of history
And that part wasn’t bad.
But then they set off walking
To a restaurant on the pier
They were hungry, thirsty, tired
In need of soda pop and beer.
It was very hot and sweaty
In Boston in July
So they promised her spaghetti
So she wouldn’t start to cry.
And they continued walking
At least a couple miles
Tears and angry talking
Had replaced the once bright smiles.
Keri sometimes fell behind
When her parents turned around
They saw their daughter on the sidewalk
Sitting on the ground.
“Carry-Me” their Keri pled,
"I’m tired of all this walkin'"
“Pick her up”, her Mother said,
And she continued talkin'.
“You’ve taken us on this long walk.
Now we’re tired, hot and mad.
You’ve got to Carry Keri
Cuz’ you’re the big, strong Dad."
So I picked her up, and I suppose
I thought the restaurant was near
The two girls could get some water
And I could have a beer.
FINALLY! We made it!
(Although I now forget its name)
It was a ‘recommended’ restaurant,
One of quite a bit of fame.
“Do you have reservations?,” asked the haughty mai·tre d',
Well...... We had none, of course.
“No matter, you can’t eat here anyway;
“Your daughter’s wearing shorts.”
We turned around, defeated
But what to my surprise
A cab just sitting in the lot
I caught the driver’s eyes.
“How much is it to get downtown?”
(Though I really didn’t care)
I was gonna pay most anything
To get us out of there.
The driver’s surly answer,
I remember to this day,
“If you have to ask, you can’t afford,”
Then the ******* drove away.
I carried her back into town
And we found a place to eat
But before we even ordered
Keri was asleep.
So I carried her to our hotel
She slept until the morn
That’s the story of Carry-Me Keri
And how the name was born!
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
Never could I find the words
Never could I describe what we have
But as long as I knew
You And I have something special
You were there for me
And I was there for you
Wrong
I will always be there for you
And hope that you will be there for me
I will never forget you
Or the way you way you use to hug me
Nor shall I forget your kindness
And love
I shall always cherish our friendship
Even past the end of time
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC
Tersely "Ugly"
Not "Nari Keri"
Just "Ugly"
Unfinished
LACONICALLY "UGLY"
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
I look at you
And I see your past
I see your present
But most of all your future
Your future of happiness
Your future of purity
But most of all
Your future with me
I'll be by your side till the end
Time will heeled and I'll still be there
For you bring me joy
Your friendship
I'll cherish forever
Even pass the end of time
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
Keri nudged me crying as they danced to Peter Gabriel,
"The way he looks at her," she whispered to me,
choking through tears as she had me look
And indeed his eyes said everything
and we could both see the serene ridiciouslness
of it, how it makes no sense
and how you can still ache so much to look
at anyone the way he looked at her, to have
anyone look at you the way he looked at her
as if nothing else mattered in the world.
And of course, cynically it would seem it should
have been exactly that on their wedding day
but the thing is that years later now
on tired nights with a sink full of dishes
and kids barely in bed and work gnawing
the thing is that Keri and I still see him look
at her. We still see it with our own eyes.
And my imagination wraps me in a world where
nearly anything is justified
by a silly notion that something matters
in the world.
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 1:27 PM UTC
Bus eik bast kaho..
Bitaya Tha Jaha paharo pahar...
Gujarti ** tum, jab woha se...
Hum yaad nahi aate.
Bus eik baat kaho...
Barasti hai jab megha tumpe...
Bhige the his megh me hum...
Woo magh tumhe, yaad nahi aate.
Bus eik baat kaho...
Chuta hai jab, wo tumhare badan ko..
Neri unglio ki chuwan, Teri hethei pe...
Tab bhi hum, yaad nahi aate.
Abb eik baat tu sun...
Ka Liya, bitaa diya air gawa diya...
Pahro pahar intazar aur sankaro mauko ko humne...
Roz ladta Hu Mai khud se..
Ki, bhul kar rahunga Mai...
Abb mita diya yaadon kon Teri..
Par dil bada kambhakat hai...
Par ye dil, bada kambhakat hai.......
Suno na, bus eik baat kaho..
Sach me, Keri yaad nahi aata?
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC
Joshua Middleton sat crouched in an alley. It was midnight. Where is Keri - Josh questioned himself. Keri, Josh's newest case, was a ghost girl. She was supposed to meet Josh in the alley, at midnight. Together, they only had one minute to make it to the Middle Grounds, protected by the only time of night that death took a breather. So where was Keri? Josh checked his watch. She should be here! Suddenly, Josh heard a noise, it was Keri floating above the roof. Josh didn't have time to talk, so he blurted out - "Let's go!" The Middle Grounds were only a mile away, and midnight was the only time Keri could escape to the middle grounds without being carried into the after-life. Keri and Josh took off running, running as quickly as he could manage, they still would never make it. Running at twelve miles an hour, the clock moved to 12:01. Death roared through the city, making Keri and Josh speed up. The grounds were in sight, Keri lept over the border and fell, crying, with joy.
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 8:15 AM UTC
Jack wants me to fight his dad
And pappy but isn’t sure why
Swords are still plastic or foam
And guns are unknown and dead
is just a word so fighting is the stuff
of cartoons and storybooks
Fighting is exciting and what men do
So when Keri asks if he knows
That we could get hurt he’s confused
And when I leave the car he’ll still
Hug me and grab onto my leg
to stop me from going; I pause
and wonder who has it right,
him or us: who knows how to fight?
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC