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Today, the sky is an ashen hue of grey.
Today, the sky is void of warmth.
Today, Christmas is a week away.
Today, the sky is weeping.

I stand in line at the checkout stand.
Two older women wait ahead of me.
My ears tune-in to their conversation.
They're talking about Connecticut.

"...they say he took his mother's life..."
"...went to the school and took the lives of 20 children..."
"...he went in and they said they heard popping sounds..."
"...they say it's the second to worst school shooting, ever..."
"...anyways, they say she was probably the first child to be shot..."


And there it was.
Good old American sentiment at it's finest.
Does it really matter who's innocent life was taken first?
Does it really matter?

So petty.
So insignificant.
Here we are, facing a tragedy... and then,
Here we are turning it into a competition.

Frustration hits me like a wave as I stand there in line.
My stomach twists because it's always the same.
My head swirls as I feel the earth spinning
It's always the same.

The sky still sobs as I leave the store.
The haze still haunts and the cold confirms.
I get in my car to drive away from the women.
I get in my car to drive away from the twisted sentiment.

Now I am standing alone in the rain.
The callous wind nips at my neck.
I stare at the rippling surface of the lake.
I watch the reflecting sky distort itself.

Somewhere out there people are suffering.
Around the world humans die every day.
But when it's here, the world morns with us,
And when it's out there, we pretend not to know.

--Christian J. Clark
My heart goes out to all those suffering from the senseless deaths of their loved ones in Connecticut, but also for those suffering across the globe. Dealing with the death of loved ones is never an easy task.
2D World Mar 2019
I hear the melody though it skips a beat each time an arrow strikes
A sweet tune your personality plays leaving me to feel so enticed
Sometimes you drain me but it's like my glass never runs out because you know how to refill
It's delicate tank that on average was a desolate wasteland with no will
Think of it as a car with a messed up engine that needs a push to start
Or one of those moments you're losing the race but you receive a golden mushroom in Mario Kart
The feeling you bring chips away at my icebox and melts its inner shell til you can see what it was protecting
The barren but hopeful ***** that destiny and love were always neglecting
I can't picture many days where my face didn't light up just because I got to be with you
I know I see you almost everyday but you're like my Pokémon, I always want to Pik-a-chu
To be honest you remind me of a nice adorable little poodle and I just want to take you home
But since you're a poodle and all dogs go to heaven it means I have an angel in my midst to change my tone
I get all bubbly inside and carefree just being around you on a daily
It's like a sigh of relief, an Hakuna Matata, the only thing that keeps me from going crazy
You're the spice that seasons my character the taste of life I've longed for
The only reason I keep this electricity flowing is because you showed up with an extension cord
Even if I wanted to I couldn't deny the emotions I've been picking up lately
I just hope I'm not the only one that feels this way because you're the most incredible young lady
That I've ever met and honestly if I had to man up and tell you the truth about what I say in my mind
Then I'd tell you I could care less whether I'm called a friend because I always think of you as my future wife in due time
The bond I feel goes deeper than any mere infatuation
It passes a barrier that leads to a deep heart palpitation
There's not a chance that I'd miss if it meant I could capture your essence but from a closer distance
In a heartbeat I'd give up a fortune if it meant I could join your resistance
Because I can't resist you it's like trying to separate Martin Luther King from his dream
Or like trying to rip apart your favorite shirt seem by seem
I know that I can't explain deeply how I truly feel
Simples words can't explain what actions can though I have a hard time trying to reveal
My emotions through my actions because my body can get a bit stiff at times
And once I'm able to each action will amount to more than just some cheap rhymes
You are a beautiful flower, a caring spirit with a delightful attitude
An intelligent individual, a dainty little ole lady who can never be devalued
I can care less what anyone has to say because beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I definitely see more than beauty both inside and out
I see things I can't explain though they drive me toward you, reel me in, have me toss and turning in excitement and salivating from my mouth
And don't worry about the pain you once felt that's a past I will never let you look back on as each day passes
It doesn't matter how you look or who you turn out to be, I love you with both your braces and your glasses ☺️
We can both get cozy, live lavishly and live with this neverending luxuriance
Me and you together, we can explore with each other and make this A Wondrous Experience
#AlwaysChooseRight   #YourHeartIsTheRightPath   #WaitForTheRightOne
#LoveTheGirlYouFallInLoveWith
Poetic T Feb 2020
Your mouth like groundhog day,
           ever repeating the same melody
sang out of tune.
  
But I'm the Bill Murray learning
that every time has to be different
          or you just living

your weak dreams.

Your just a lame re-run cancelled after
          the second episode,
but you think you famous cos people
recognise you for the wrong reasons.

Laughing behind your back.

       Your girl has had more rubber in
her than burnt out tires on the street.

Telling you she was saving it for you,
   should've  been a used car salesman.
   lying about how many miles
                                   she'd already done.

Ok off subject,

  You were yesterday never today..
  Always thinking you a star,
          but you shooting across
my atmosphere.

And I'm burning you up.


Ye bright for a moment,
                 then you just nothing.
But ash that I flick off my shoulder.  


You dropped and nothing
is going to bring you back.

As you mouths living
         a groundhog day.

                                        Learning nothing,
but that I'm already on tomorrow,
why your mouth living the same *** day.
Sand Nov 2013
At best you’re a rusty melody
A lyric gone foggy and distant
But don’t fret my poor lovely
I’ll  tune you right back to existence —

We’ll take on the world one song at a time,
We’ll pour our unconventional love into our rhymes.
Mike Hauser Jul 2016
I just love the scent
When imagination gets wet
It puts out a certain fragrance
That fills a poets head

With colorful words made for rhyming
Keeping tune in perfect timing
A fragrance all its own
Poured out in the form of poem
Mary Ramsey Mar 2012
Sweet summer breeze running through my hair
As I unwillingly smell your aftershave in the air
Don't ruin this for me, don't take too long
I don't need you, I want you ,like an insatiable song
But not for too long, as you are just as cruel
Getting stuck in my head like and old tune

I'll get sick of you, you'll see and drop you fast
I can get away with ****** and I know you won't last
So do us both a favor and savor the moment
Be mean and I'll make you pay with torment
You think that I lie and you think that I kidd
But you are tiring and you know what you did

So be nice and have fun
Or be mean and I'll run
Leave you at the shores an unholy sight
As I wave good bye with a heart filled with delight
midnight prague Dec 2010
can we live in cold corners
where no one can see how short I have cut my hair
we will have pillows that share our names
we lay our heads to rest

Im thinner than I have ever been
and I love the way my bones stick out
when you touch any part of me
I curve
and theres my spine
like mountains in the middle of a flat plain

We will have few clothes
and rarely speak to anyone
me and you will be just like this
happier and sadder than we would have ever
thought to miss
you lay down after your long work hours
or maybe we wont work
we will just sit there
quietly
and we will
kiss

there sits an ashtray with a Buddha
on that tiny coffee table we brought back
with us from our previous life
it stands on its brittle legs
so strong

the print on the wall behind it
is our most valued vintage pattern
who would have ever known we would
have come to any decision
I smile when I peek at it
and close my eyes like a child
who has been caught staring at forbidden
things, with butterflies in my stomach
at the feeling of something so new


I love those flowers on that dress
the one that makes the collar bone look like
a stake in the tower of Notre Dame
Gothic artistry
like that
my eyes cant deny you
its so beautiful
and your weak ankles
and these strong features
pale skin
and the black eyes that
have overcome so many
battles
the small hands
the heavy palms
that cradle

we will cook simple things
small things
pretty things
to fill our minds

we are so unpretentious
our house
and us
within us we chain the small riots

we are virgins
we are *****

the lights are bright and
different colors
but we come back to the house
the lights are dim
the sofa has an old print
its smells like lavender
under the sheets
and burnt candle wax
and all those spell tuning
demeanors

we run in
and corrupt to the floor
dropping like dead bodies
and watch the smoke of the incense
we left on, reminiscing in the air around us
and missing our presence
there
together

classic playing in the background always
we are soft together
like the smooth painful tune
on our favorite artists lips
the gentle stroke of the painters brush
when he comes to the canvas to weep
when he has been defeated

together we are
soft

I lay my head on your shoulder
so lightly
you can barely feel it
and I fall asleep to the scent of your
skin
JMT Aug 2016
Crawling out my skin
Out my ends, I’m morphing

Listen to the hiss off my lips, I’m morphing

Corrosive potion
Moments wading in ocean
Static evolution
Rootless traction
Weaving thru the nexus
My future re-enacted

Iridescent  
Unbridled
Panta rhei vials
Isles of colored sands
No shadow on my sun dial

Crawling out my skin
Out my ends, I’m morphing

Listen to the hiss off my lips, I’m morphing

Jaded divinations
Desecrated chants
Sated pact
unfettered
Stench of gas on my hands

Mountains scrape the aether
Identifier, unbeliever
Ascetic institution
My cage degraded in solution
Narcissistic revolution
Illusion of my sanity
Nothing sacred minus my modus
Drunken monolith
In tune, in tandem

Crawling out my skin
Out my ends, I’m morphing

Listen to the hiss off my lips, I’m morphing
JL Nov 2012
(
goodbye to sleep

tommorrow HEY,maybe!

but today I'm only breath

#6

the sun is up
you are down and
that is fine

it's nice just to listen
to those people talk
yes, just to listen
as they smoke
cigarettes. they
drink too much
and I am
so brave with
this belly full of wine
i am so strong
i am feeling
so fine- it
is good to
be alive
soon
i will
be
alone
again
and
my
breath
will
go






in and out
and I'll be
alive.
on my bed
hot coals in
my head
thoughts so loud they scream
and i spin through the
dark.

#7
ate nine
i sing quietly a tune
that only I knew
until i told
you
then we both knew
just me
and you
yes me
and you
let us keep
it our secret
just our secret
mine and your's
yes it's our song
just mine
and
just your's


we're both named:
hungover

Yes, quite hungover
)
Ray Feb 2013
Sometime in the countless hours of darkness
an 'I love you' rolled of his tired tongue
scared at first but thankful at least
I kissed each cheek
whispering back I love you more than that
more than the moon, the stars, even air
and kissed his lips gently;
There we stayed for hours,
he sighed, closed eyes
skin on bare skin
finally in tune with the universe.
Ember Bryce Jan 2013
Goodnight,
       to the distant man
               who's always there,
                             but never here..

                                                         ­     forgetting
                                                 ­                 or letting,
                                    controlling,        ­                                open,
                           ­                      phrase,                                       cage,
                                                                ­                                         escape,
                                                                ­                   wage,
                                             tell me secrets,
                                                      li­es,                                  hide,
                                                                ­                                 lost,
     abyss,
                                                          ­                                           everyone wants,
                                                         needs,
                                                            desi­res,
                                                            ­                                               give,
                                                                ­                           take,
                                                                ­                                        waste,
                  ­                                                                 ­              why?
                                                            ­                   sigh
                                                          ­                    escape:
                                                                ­                high
                                            ­                                                 I don't know anything,
                                                       ­                                               too young to realize,

past tense too late,
                                       Help!
                                  I can't;
                                                          ­          sad song,
                                                           ­                tune of the world
                                                           ­                           slowly dying,
                                                          ­                                     crying
                                                          ­                                                  solves nothing,
                                                        ­                                 water the Earth?
                   Love?..
                   avoid,
                 = dismay
                                        confusion,
                                             never clear
go away,
   always there,
       but never here.
a lost, free write
R Thakrar Dec 2011
My winged companion guides through my clouds,
No fear of flying in such familiar arms

Standing tall at the summit,
The world lies unimportant at our feet

Egos nourish our cocoon,
And together we grow

'Till my lover breaks free,
Newfound beauty exhilarating

Alas, I remain grounded,
Wings yet to unfurl

Feeble hands reach out,
To a warmth no longer near

Daylight fading, I find myself alone in darkness,
Threatened by every alien sound

Heavy footsteps grow closer,
Starved heart is racing, solo battle a long lost art

Then childish eyes adjust -    
Though strangers, they pose no threat

Watching from afar, I follow their dancing,
My lover haunting every song

Hours pass, day breaks, sun rises,
The festival fades

Mouth dry, and thirsty for intimacy,
I dare advance upon the party

Begging for water or wine,
'Til One is obliged

Holding high a heavy chalice,
Her poison purges my soul

Dulled senses sharpen once more,
My own colours now so visible

The music swells again,
And we dance to the sound of a different tune
30 Nov 2006
An orange petal
Pressed against her face
Dew drops stream down
It is morning
But it feels as if night never came
Eyes shut
Waiting to be opened
Sleep ran away
Fear took it’s place
And the orange petal
Still pressed against her face

A soundly tune
Barely heard from the distance
Ears open
But the mind still closed
The earth cries around her
Tears well up
Too much for the ground to bury
But a man still plays
His silhouette dancing
To his song

A blast of color
Frozen in place
Unable to be seen
As the wind whips
In and around her eyes
An outstretched arm
Flapping, flailing, searching
Undirected
But wind whisks color away

All is calm
Black and white
Finally able to stand
She walks the lonesome halls
Around every tree
Every bush
Nothing moved
Nothing found
It is forever morning
So I marvel at the stars;
retrograde of
Mer-cury or Mars.
Sail past me,
my Moon.
I ask boatman;
carry my tune?

And I marvel at the stars,
Here to marvel at the stars.
Such a marvel; the stars,

Stories, heroes, cast wide and far,
watch them dance, those circus stars...
...headed East,
a breakfast with Mars.

And I marvel at the stars,
Here to marvel at the stars.
Such a marvel; the stars,

entertainment,
circus
stars.

Mercury, Moon and Mars.
TRIBUTE TO THE GOD CONUS!!!
..and the merry women who danced for him wearing one.
pat Sep 2014
a Masters hand wrapped in bandages
sad fans walk slowly in the rain
no death. The frown of the boy turns to a smile
teeth missing. Eyes glistening in the tune of the storm
****** around the stadium fight over raw meat, chained at the neck
naked with shaved heads. Red lipstick and overpowering perfume
They were doomed from the minute they left home
airplanes crash in the distance. Smoke fills up the horizon
a wicked sultan pulls at his chained up prepubescent date
before returning to his bedchamber, a master key in his pocket
the eye sockets of his friends and family have been emptied because of distrust
disgusting behavior only him, his slaves, and the Gods can discuss
Paige Apr 2013
I am out of time’s clutches; -
Spiraling my irises downstream, until they penetrate
The solid wall of translucent wrapping paper
That encapsulates silver beads into a
Necklace that never breaks.
He fastens it behind my neck, reminding
Me of those parallel universes, those mirrors I
Used to play within. But that is over,
We are separate.

I am out of tune, a piano that has been left dusty.
Musical notes rot inside of me. Inside the damp, dank
Habitat that I fashioned out of my organs.
Laughter was being harvested, under the most desirable
Conditions. Artificial lighting shone and droplets of
Dirt held it in. No one ever got close to escaping.
Not from this body.
And so they leave me to gather dust, dismantling
Every inaction with a word that is made of serifs
And daggers. I cannot go back.
In the tranquil dim light
stillness befalls my worried mind
the many irrational thoughts
escape and fluently drift away

Through a placid expanse of-nothingness
each our hour runs together
no clocks herald a unified chime

Peacefully now detached
from this unfamiliar shell
what do you wish for?
a dedication to love?
an oral drug?

Would it suffice and please
to hear the word cried out
in a dramatic exclamation
or thespian tone?

Do you want to feel it in your center?
being guided within an untouched
organic world
not your own

No confusion, lust, or shallow trust
but rather something dormant
lying within before your birth

Growing as a child
ragged with green knees
from climbing trees

A misty eyed girl, clapping as the room
darkens to sing the birthday tune

Timeless
resplendent memories.
SøułSurvivør May 2017
The violin is sonorous
The cellos are in tune
The kettle drums
of thunder
Beat against the moon
Woodwinds through
the eaves
Make the nightbirds
swoon...

Coyotes are a clarinet
Such a lonely howl
As the night storm passes
You can hear the owl
Cougar makes his
entrance
With a roaring growl...

Crickets are ubiquitous
Rosening their bows
Sometimes in the
summer
Cicada's music flows
The nocturnal fragrance
Trickles through
the groves
It makes the
lovers giddy
Romances the nose...

The stars are
great musicians
At last, they appear
They play the piano
With the music
of the spheres
All the while, listening,
The cactus stands
and hears
God gave coyote
voices...

but Saguaro He gave

*EARS.
A little night music...

Going to try to catch up
On my reading tonight...
If I don't get to read your
Work right away please
Understand. My mom's
Been ill, and I've been back
And forth to doctors.
I try to read when I can.
Been in a slump.
Coming OUT of it though

HALLELUJAH! ♡♡♡

£♡¥€ you!!! ♡♡♡
Lou Aug 2017
Throwback dissonance, results in future social dystopian conversations. Tormented lives swept under rugs, in between the cracks of floor boards. Dust and filth, years of names. All scratched into the bathroom stalls of so called neighborhood's, subordinates of time and "hush-hush" the city to the suburbanites. Shocking to them eating dinners still in the 1990's, fastened tight in seat belts of self esteem, MTV news and 50 inches of reality. You must be joking, not ever knowing, folly box dwellers, why they say all "white".

The back doors were shut and locked when you looked left and double took right; as jokes from the safety of your water stained walls and cigarette burned carpets, to joke hatred like art and we must pretend not us though? Wall to wall, our prison starts here and ends in our front lawns as the country shouts "white man" and we must remain silent.

My father's land,  nearly 20 year cultural hiatus that split our family in two,  came back from time, in a paperclip, over the wall, east to the west side of Berlin and  delivered in a rebel DeLorean with bumper stickers of second amendment speeches and pro-life Bible out of contextual arguments. These retrospects, taking advantage of sales on tiki torches while stealing phrases from my great grandfather class of 1933. And the whole country shouts "white man".

No, my country,
not white men.
In skin yes, in history, no.

They were never men.
Never did my father speak of men.

I heard the gang rapes of Gypsy's.
Stories of slain Catholics.
Murders of homosexuals,
The bones crushed of opposing parties.
The staple mascot of pain, Judaism extermination that swept through culture like a bad advertisement tune.

Gassed.
Tortured.
Worked.

They come for us all.
Not as white men.
They come as their own.

This is not man.
They maybe white, but not man.

I am a white man,
but it's always been human, first.

That's black.
That's white.
That's purple.
That's life.

They come for our progress, not our skins.
Virginia showing its color but I am not allowing them to show my skin. They are not white men. We don't want them. They are lesser, an insult to monsters and dogs.
Aditi Sep 2017
I have these abandoned cities inside of me,
Named on the people that once used to love me.
All the roads and the towers are devoid of company-
No one there remembers my face.


So, pls, understand how hard it is for me to answer your trivial "tell me more about yourself"



I have been held before by a gaze as soft as yours,
He is a stranger now, like you'll be too.
I have been desired to stay, and been pleaded to go-
Both at once.

So, pls, understand if I tune you out sometimes and go whichever way the wind blows.


I have my hands stained in the color of ink,
All these sadness and I don't know what to do with it
I have been both- a sad girl and sadness wearing the face of a girl,
You pick whoever you like more.

But, pls, understand if I can't exactly tell who I'm and what is it that I want.

I have been seen - either on the edge; wary of the fall,
Or playing in the deep end, till I go blue in the face.
Adrenaline is who I court, but I'm married to the caution
Till sadness comes to take its claim, and his I become.

So, pls, understand if most of the times my eyes have layers upon layers of emotions, but my face is blank.

I have made words my eulogy, eulogy my beginnings.
I have so many stories to tell, but they demand to be left alone so stubbornly.
So quiet and out of place, like the last ray of sun in a twilight sky- I stay still to breathe.

So, pls, try to understand this is not poetry but just an attempt to understand my own self?
Feedbacks needed
Old reflections and new revelations seem mired by my past.
Words thrown together for amusement the wreckage now simply a skeleton for children to play.

Sandalwood spent offerings the afterglow has long since left us cold now it lingers only in whispers somewhere within the catacombs of a dream I so eagerly forget and relive with each tune played .

Does it  still seem the same from you distant view my dear?
And old fights passions spent dried blood and a once in the moments ecstasy and a bitten lip.

How it seems a stranger now a old sentiment for a even older fool.
To hell with the memories they stand a tides pool of nothing I give a **** to embrace .

Maybe the nights are backdrop a story overplayed but none so beautifully ****** up as you.
Sureal is it now as my pavement of reality old faces and new enemies it's so ******* overplayed sweetheart almost as I.

We are nothing more than the example of the carnage .
Scars shared echoes of a illusion and are shared delusion how we laughed with the crash.

Tell me do they linger fragments misspent with others we react are ways with such bit players and one night stands where did we become
so jaded in a perfect sense.

Its all a act of repeat .
I dialed the number and simply hung upo before there could be a response .

For that train was derailed long before it met the station my dear .
just because I never reached out .
Don't ever believe I once did not care .

Lies we tell to are souls turn us to bitter old fools .
And this was my cue.

Exits are simply roads to yet another stage .
And mine was set long before my words reprise .

Yeah sometimes you just can't avoid that rear view mirrors
gaze no matter what kind of ******* you have become.
Terrari Smyth Sep 2013
It was the scent of juicy, honey dew melon,
It was the golden kiss of the sun,
It was the warm summer feel
that let me know you were the one.

It was reggae basses and baritones blessing the air,
It was your lips on the back of my neck letting me know that you were there.
It was the screech of the fan
replacing the tune of the ice-cream van,
It's funny how both joy and sadness reside with that man.

It's the gentle waves smooching the edge of the tub,
those summer nights, when we gently fell in love.

T.S.
#love
Deb Nixon Nov 2011
The golden moon was halo cast,
As it rose above the trees.
You walked me silently, by your side,
We were caressed by scented breeze.

The silver rays beamed down on us,
Tranquility ruled this eve.
Night birds sang their soulful tune,
In magic, we could believe.

Stars were diamonds in our sky,
On ebony they dwelt.
Crowning Heaven in the night,
This awe on Earth we felt.

Fireflies were as pixies float.
This dream that was so real.
Fantasies raced the forest green,
The essense of loving thrill.

Peace reigned true, this velvet night.
You held me captive with blue eyes.
That bound me to you for all time,
You reduced me down to sighs.


Deb Nixon
ms reluctance Apr 2015
I sang a song that made them weep.
I sang a song that made them gasp.
I sang a song about lost love
although I had neither loved
nor suffered a great loss.

They fell in love with the song,
and showered me with praises.
I bristled at every kind word,
I loathed the adulation.
I couldn’t decide whom I hated more –
these people who couldn’t spot my insincerity
or myself for starting the sham.

Icy ball of fire,
vitriol soaked thoughts.
Raw from the undeserved love,
I sang another song –
this time of the putrid hatred
coursing through my veins.

My audience increased double-fold.
They applauded me for “being brave”
and “baring my pain”.
I couldn’t understand
how all my hostility
inspired such whole-hearted acceptance.

While I sat brooding,
one more song came to me.
A tender tune,
of warn repose.
And when I sang it,
I didn’t need to think
whether they would love it or hate it
because this time,
I sang the song for me
and I loved it.
NaPoWriMo Day #28
Poetry form: Lyric
Frieda P Jan 2014
I close my eyes when you speak
your wistful words a nectar'd lullaby
my safe haven amidst the stars,
I dance on moonbeams shine,
heart skips to your rhythmic tune
'never have to cry'
reigning in melodies of sweet harmony
my world's a better place,

and I owe it all to you...
Mark Parker Jun 2015
The world continues spin
even when all noise ends.
Skipping like a broken record,
dancing to the same tune over
over over over.....
A play on an old poem of mine. You wouldn't find it on here.
wren cole Sep 2016
Your pretty gray eyes look sad and you say
"I guess I just want someone to love me back."
My laugh sounds sour, an odd rumble tearing into a half-hearted roar, not in tune with what laughter should be
Because I love you-
And I have loved you-
And I will tell you-
And I have told you-
Over and over.
I have years of smudged, tear stained writing,
Whispers
All in metaphors:
"I just want someone to love me back."
We'll continue this interpretive dance,
Catching and dropping one another
From higher and higher cliffs.
One day we'll die or fly.
mark john junor Oct 2013
he dusts off his former years
and wears them like a trophy
proudly strutting back and forth on the bridge
at the bottom of washington street
while all the locals line the street and cheer
his bright plumage
he duck walks through the town
past the diner and 'the wall' park
this is livin he thinks to himself
all his thoughts are bright and shiny
as the world seems to be to him that day
forever sunshine and deep smiles
illusions of the mind from hastings on the hudson

that night
he sits with radio playing softly
by the open summer window breeze
music he didn't grow up with stirring memories
that capture the Kodak moment
a smile delivered with such stunning conviction
that you might almost believe it wasn't
machine washed Americana propaganda
a single tear slips unnoticed from the corner of his baby blues

as dawn dances to her favored tune
and up her road in the sky
he sits in the approaching sunlight
and drinks in the emotion
that dawns create
new beginnings fresh starts
the girl from town sits beside him
and smiles for him
from over her college girl glasses
she peers at him with a real love
there are many roads to your today
but only one can hold your footprints at a time

a tub-thumper and
character in the movie playing in his mind
he makes sure his head is neatly combed
before making his grand entrance
putting your best foot forward can be a chore
so he brought one mail order
and leaves it out
the cat uses it for a scratching post
while he spend his days on the bridge
where at least theres a smile
even if it is an illusion of the mind
been hanging out with someone i know from hastings...i lived there a lifetime ago...seems like two lifetimes ago...
Hussein Dekmak Oct 2020
My favorite music is the tune that I hear playing off at the hospital, when a COVID 19 patient is off the ventilator!

This music is:
A song of a new dawn,
A journey to the future,
A melody of new life,
A symphony of hope, and
The rebirth of the universe!

Hussein Dekmak
Kudos to all of the healthcare workers who are risking their lives to save one life at a time! Edited.
Dean Allen Dec 2022
In the evening
of his life
He sought closure
for his wife

So he prayed,
oh, lord he prayed
For salvation
of his soul

His wife, she wept
Oh my, she wept
And their children,
they wept too

As his life
sputtered on
But by the sun’s
Glory dawn

The dear father
Was far and gone
Life departed
And carried on

Their tears they dried
And went away
As did the sorrow
Day by day

And then the wife
She took her turn
And the mourning
Commenced again

So the children
Had some children
And the cycle
repeated on.

On and on
the story goes
Where it ends
No one knows.

But we can cry,
yes we can cry
And we can laugh,
And we can try.

We live on
And on and on
And on and on
And on and on

So when you cry
Remember this
And try
To find some bliss

For life is short
And sometimes cruel
But also joyful
And ever new.

So go on
And on and on
And on and on
Until you stop

And when you stop

Don’t be scared
You’ll meet your
Mother
And father there.

Or so we hope,
we hope, we hope,
We hope, we hope,
We hope, we hope

(2015)
Trish Oct 2018
There exists certain songs
That carry along
Distant memories

When I hear that tune
Feelings resume
Unexpectedly

My emotions take control
Like they’ve been locked inside my soul
With no escape

So I sing with everything I have
And let the music take me back
To that place

When life was simple
My worries were little
And I was carefree

Or to one of life’s many troubles
A reminder of that struggle
Yet still, I sing

Because the times that I’ve had
Through the good and the bad
The joy and the strife

Can more or less be retold
Through the music I chose
The soundtrack of my life
Jay M Sep 2019
All are dancing slowly
This masquerade
A gala
Yet
All is in great discord
Among the orchestra
One is out of tune
Yet
None seem to care
To hear the broken melody
See the chip in the stone

Cover it up
With a little paint
None shall tell
Besides the meek little pup
Soon it shall faint
One shall yell
While the rest
Ring, ring, ring the bell
Dancing in discord
To the broken melody

Pulling out a flask
‘Neath the rows
Folk chatter and ask,
“Isn’t something off?”
While the other throws,
“Neigh!” then one does quaff

Shine a light
Alone the floor
Hold one tight
For one shall sing no more
Grasp it
So one may not fall
That she would not permit
Not a’tall

Sing, sober dream
Whisper your whims
Through a beam
On a limb
The lullaby
Child doth cry
Sing, sober dream
Sing, sing,
For ‘tall must end
One day.

- Jay M
September 12th, 2019
Tryst Apr 2015
The poet's plight, to write
an ode, replete with sweet
nothings, that might delight
a lover's feet to meet
at night; the promised sight,
so neat and so complete!

A playful beat, complete
with airs so bright, I write
for her; how right! The sight
of her a treat, so sweet
and so much heat! We meet,
dancing tight, such delight!

A kite may know delight
above the street, complete
with string and sheet that meet
the wind; tonight I'd write
a suite of kites! My sweet,
quite lovely is thy sight!

Oh wistful wight, to sight
thy sprite, is sheer delight!
I cannot eat, my sweet,
tongue tied to bleat! Complete
outright the song I write,
the feat of how we meet!

We turn to greet, and meet
in flight, the wondrous sight
of doves! "Alight!" I write,
and they ignite! Delight
fades with their tweet; complete
shock! UNDO! DELETE! Sweet!

How fleet our tale my sweet!
Our low-flung ***** must meet
defeat, our tune complete!
I'll recite oft' thy sight,
and cite oft' thy delight,
in ev'ry height i write!

— The End —