"youngers" poems
just before never...
*my last performance,
the words came original
and easy, unlike all its
predecessors; someone
drew me a map of my
life and times, cities,
countries, and roads
well travelled and a few,
not too. Mountains, each with
a woman’s name, who carried
care, until she couldn’t, didn’t, and
time’s weathering returned us
individually into hillocks, and then
rain eroded us back into old soil.
the broad highways and back roads,
always snaking away, fork-forcing
directional choices, usually taking the
wrong way, the easy and safe one,
and how I have come to hate those
words: easy and safe, for they
are the pill combo that leaves you
for dead, dulling the questioning
one inquires of oneself, late, reluctantly.
But there is always the unexpected.
Today I saw a sunset on the Hudson
River with a humpback whale blowing,
running beside a river ferry, plowing the
waters back and forth tween two states.
Lived by this river for s e v e n t y years,
and have seen the whales in many places,
but here, in my city, in the river of my youth,
never.
and I got the sign, message received, there
are still sights and poems to behold, arms to
embrace, youngers to guide if they’ll permit it.
so this title, these two, just before,
this day, poem, came to remind me, the
days map remains unfinished, there are lands
and voyages and poems still awaiting drawing,
and it is tomorrow, and just before tomorrow, that
recording insistent demands, and a map is just a
moment in time, until just before...never*
5:28 AM Thu Dec 10
2020 (a year deserving
of its own line and ending)
Manhattan, between two rivers.
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 5:48 AM UTC
Your old body probably with a young soul
We're not so different you and me,
perhaps,
as I think I start to know how it feels,
clinging to the glory of the fountain of youth.
Yet what should be imparted wisdom doesn't come naturally,
it doesn't come certainly,
certainly doesn't come through your disapproving glances,
or through your continuous effort to invalidate the youngers.
Probably we're not so different you and me,
as I think I start to know the temptation,
the temptation of void self glorification,
a route I think created by the pestering need of self validation,
Yet I don't think I'd choose what you choose,
as much I would think I'm capable of,
I'd choose to learn,
rather than opposing the newborns
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
Changes
As people we are always asking for changes;
Spiritual, politically or just spontaneously
During the election a number of folks asked
and some even vote for changes
We hate, we love, and we deplore acts of violence
then and now: Now it haunts most people:
Some even would still consider shaking his hand:
Some got what their asked for, and some still undecided:
Let Us Not Become the Evil We Deplore.” By Amy Goodman
He never goes under the covers: he just love to be exposed
A ***** is a ***** in his eyes: He might asked to see the
Birth certificate, but not the death certificate:
but never the **** kit, the yearbook inputs or the
country clubs initial membership lists:
Birth for him meant still in control: death gone from one’s sight:
I was chatting to a friend one day, I said to him imagine
that everybody on this earth woke up one day
To find zillion of dollars in their procession:
What would that meant to others: the loss of the power:
Money is the leveler that runs the world
The bad things that we done in our youngers years
Will one day comes back to haunts us
The statutes of limitation is just the statue
Time will not be forgotten: Memories lingers
The pain, the shame of being in a humiliated situation
we are living in a divided country
Because, of so much greed and bigotry:
A change is coming: and it's coming soon
who run the worlds Girls!!!
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 9:52 AM UTC
Huge are the empty spaces between us
Distance 'tween the two of us is huge
As if we had been millennia distant
Unaware of each other's existence
I believe that we had had to meet
Long before all this life on earth
Beyond scope of space and time
Yes we will be meeting someday
Xenial rituals we both will follow
Waiting since several incarnations
Since eternity we have been waiting
Crescent of our relationship increases
Plying along the tough roads unfailingly
Equally perplexing are the difficulties
Heads furnished with thorny crowns
Fervently sustaining through them
Moving on the road less travelled
Gaining many milestones we go
Jarring like youngers all along
Kissing freakishly we make out
Night or day - we would not care
Ornamental things wouldn't count
Rarely felt is such love which we do
Quintessentially counting will be love
Trembling is that finger pointing at us
Venerable will be the age of our love
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
I have always been the sweet charm and favorite of all people at home,
But, there always comes a but,
But I am "the girl" I must understand,
But I am "the eldest" I must know,
But I am "the quietest" I must be smart,
But I am "the senior" I must set good example,
And in this series of But and examples I managed to keep my dream and passion to myself in order to be perfect for my younger,
But I always sit and wonder
Am I really good?
Or am I teaching my youngers to be fake?
Am I really setting an good example?
Or am I setting an example of being what others except you to be?
What if I am the worst?
What if they found out that I am FAKE?
Will I'd be the perfect person then?
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 9:16 AM UTC
The story is known throughout the world
a broken family
the misunderstood offspring
it takes pure chance to become a father or mother
but being a dad or mom is the
hardest work of all
the problem with the world
is that no one understands one another
no one knows how to help each other
that's why relationships can fade
and lives end quicker than expected
and the solution of the problem
doesn't lie in the adults
the children are the only ones who can
terminate the errors of our ways
because if those children
see the youngest of children
having similar dilemmas
then the olders should aid the youngers
if the youngers are saved
the whole world will be in good hands
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
Burnt out...
I've lost count...
So burnt out...
Yeah...
For so long I've put that pen to page
I never did this to get paid
I mean after all I'm still on minimum wage
"From my window", "scribbles" and shakes
I try to keep myself right, to my kids I pray
That they're future won't be the same... as mine, morally strong but mentally afraid
Fake faces produce hate in my soul
Have we been here before, I feel so old
Out stayed my welcome, rich from the songs I never sold
Take back what I saw with that attitude just wished I'd done more
Maybe I could've been the son you wished for
Want to cry, need to vent, I just want to recall what I said
I will always love you mum but I know what's done is done
I know things could've have been better, should've started before I'd begun
Laying the bricks on this road I run... paused for a second to look how far I've come... turns out this road has turned to crumbs, my body goes numb just slump into **** in the corner of this slum and see how I've succumb to what I've become...
And just so you know! Without you I still feel alone...
Throw a stone in the ocean into an unknown zone with no complicated commotion
Disturb the family devotion, hit the curb, tried to pretend like didn't feel the hurt...
And now I'm all burnt out...
When the tears try drying, endless nights of crying
Lying alone without ******* pillow to bury my grief
Been afraid for so long try to believe it was hard for me
So keep my arm around your neck cos I could go far, if you'll only see...
"Uh I just don't know anymore"...
Support a family who were left in the dark
Shadows swallow us, these youngers follow us
When feels like you've had enough, knowing you can't give up...
Because no way in hell am I backing down
Sitting down to brain storm and write it out
I know without a doubt I'm the Simon Cowell of writing fowl
"Play it loud" standing proud just to shout it out
Hatred floods the mind but right now there's been a drought
But how's many times have it said that now
All the ******** I spout, I've lost track now and can hardly keep count
I guess I'm almost done, I guess I'm almost out...
of touch my myself, I'm always in doubt
As the streets lights fade its got me feeling like a burnout
My vocabularies limited, I'm crashing and it's imminent, wanna carry on but just don't know right now...
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 7:39 AM UTC