I bought the line I was sold. I did the things I was told. Now I wait for my silver and gold. But yesterday’s news is already old. ~ Tomorrows will come, again I’ll try. I’ll great the day with the morning sky. Horizon bound, I’ll not ask why. I’ll know the answers when I die. ~ But today’s today, I see the sun. Eyes are open, the start’s begun. The day is long at two to one. Before I sleep I’ll have some fun. ~ When I rise the future’s new. Options abound but choices few. I think I know what I will do. But that’s a guess, I have no clue.
When a loved one’s in need and miles divide, time compounds the hurt inside. The pain felt distance can’t hide. The mind wanders far and wide, ~ Visions conjured amplify dread. The voices within, anticipation bred. Polished words redundantly said. Perception altered in a scattered head. ~ Fantasy and reality bear casualty. Tears shed overflow with charity. Hopes guide tomorrow’s clarity. End’s certain with endless certainty.
I’m taking a break from this pen and folly, as my words of late have not been so jolly. The spring is here and the flora’s in bloom. Why should I wallow locked in this room? ~ I can’t spend my days writing alone, I can’t watch more news or play with my phone. My body needs movement and my brain needs repair. So I’m going outside to enjoy the fresh air. ~ But not to worry, I’ll be back soon, perhaps inspired by a beautiful moon. Enough is enough of the weeks’ melancholy. The weekend is here and I hope pen and folly.
This story begins where most would end. It’s not fiction, I won’t pretend. The moon was high, my energy low. The night came fast, my thinking slow. ~ I heard a noise come from my shed. A scream so loud it could wake the dead. I stepped outside not knowing why. Should I return or would I die? ~ Each step closer my life’s less long. My goal uncertain but temptation’s strong. To turn and run or hide and wait, the choice is now, if not too late. ~ Between my door and destiny, lay the light and dark of uncertainty. Betwixt the abstracts of would, could and should, in a purgatory I there stood. ~ Clinging to the past and a peace of mind, scenarios flood to times I’d find. Reaching out to unlock my fate, sights envisioned now bears the weight. ~ In the dimming light of one’s existence, the future seen in our past’s distance. Fear now a memory, the dragons slain, tomorrows welcomed with forever’s again. ~ The truth often stretched resilience we test. For problems to solve persistence is best. And the shed’s but a metaphor for time unknown. While the night the place where stars are grown.
Just a quick note to say all’s well. The sun’s risen and spring I smell. A bird sings from a leafless tree. The song reminds of days to be. ~ Each moment’s precious, each one new. I waved to my friend and off they flew. Soon they’ll return to leaves of green. Time flies, but faster unseen.
When Steve was but a small boy the signs were becoming clear. Movement was not forthcoming from that precious little dear. He stayed there in his tiny crib until he grew too tall. He laid there day and night just staring at the wall. ~ His parents were much concerned as the young boy slowly grew. The only activity he seemed to like was when he had to chew. His cousins would come to visit and they all went out to play. But not little Stevie, in his bed he chose to stay. ~ Eventually the school days came and Steve was dragged to class. Fortunately his memory was good and easily he did pass. The next twelve years were much the same, for him fair’s good enough. His parents wished him college bound, but Steve didn’t like that sort of stuff. ~ A few more years Steve stayed at home, until he got kicked out. Poor Steve was confused and hurt his future so much in doubt. While shuffling slowly to his grandma’s house he saw a big lit-up sign. Steve read it very carefully and then he felt just fine. ~ Waiters wanted is what it said so Steve sauntered in to see what’s what. It wasn’t what he was thinking though and got kicked out on his butt. Steve was deflated as he felt his world come crashing down. Sitting alone on a park bench he watched darkness fill his town. ~ The sun then newly risen, Steve slumbered peacefully. Until poked by a cop named Phil, who wouldn’t let Steve be. Steve then told Phil of his plight and how his life’s a mess. Phil flung Steve in the backseat as he could care no less. ~ A furious Phil then told Steve he was just a lazy man. And that he wouldn’t do anything if someone else can. Arriving at the station Steve was ordered to quietly sit. Phil came back the next day and said “I found a place you’ll fit. ~ Steve was brought to a room where screens filled every wall. Phil told Steve what to look for and when to make the call. Steve loved his new position, his super power he had found. Soon a suspect spotted and promptly tackled to the ground. ~ If you’re looking for a moral, a lazy story you shouldn’t seek. Perhaps the lesson’s there so I’m glad you took a peek. Though the story may be fiction the condition does often show. And when a cure for lazy is found I’ll be sure to let you know.
I woke today without a thought. I tried to write as I ought. The hours past, the writing naught, perhaps a blockage I have caught. ~ But tomorrow is another day. Will I write, I cannot say. Will the blockage have its way? Or will the rhymes come out to play. ~ Questions asked but answer’s few. If not to write what will I do? Will I feel sad and blue? Or will tomorrow shed a clue? ~ I’ll let you know, wait right here. I’ll try my hardest, this I swear. Long or short, I don’t care. Because it’s always best to share.
I really wish you could stay awhile. I really do love the way you smile. I love the way you walk and talk; I really do love your style. ~ I love the way you touch my hand. I love the way you take command. I really do love our time together, whether on sea, air or land. ~ I’d love to tell you what I think. And the way I feel when you wink. I’d love to hear all your thoughts, really hoping we’re both in sync.
Whenever I think I’ve been reinvented, something gets lost, broken or dented. Change is good is what they say. But then I don’t know who I’ll be that day. ~ Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry or coffee, there’s no one best we all can agree. Fit and lean or skinny and wasted, personal palettes are always what’s tasted. ~ Intelligence’s graded by those who agree, calamity then guided by another’s stupidity. Sink or swim, lose or fight, will it matter when the victor’s right. ~ As of today I have no conclusion, just more questions and confusion. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll know what’s what. So for now I’ll just follow my gut.
My story began on the fifth of May. The day was chilly with a sky of gray. In my tent, cozy, I woke to a scream. Was it a person or was it a dream? ~ Morning dew thick, I stood there alone. The sun newly risen, I reached for my phone. No urgent messages or a soul in sight. No reason at all to cause such a fright. ~ The bikes were still leaning on a nearby tree. They’re the only way home for my pal and me. I then ran to the tent of my snoring friend, who’s along for the ride this spring weekend. ~ But the roar from within made it quite clear, my old friend’s just fine, no need to fear. I then glanced down the path to a campsite nearby. Something felt wrong but I didn’t know why. ~ I tiptoed closer when another scream was heard. It was the voice of a child, but that seemed absurd. I then ran to the shrieking and what did I find? Kids with a snake and they weren’t being kind. ~ I said hey kids “what’s with the noise? And why do you think that snakes are toys?” One little girl about seven or eight, said she wanted a pet and snakes are great. ~ Her brother the screamer cried at the thought. He’s afraid of snakes or anything caught. The other two children stood quiet and surprised, their naughty ways they now realized. ~ I said all life should be treated as if it’s your own. A lesson you should have already known. Soon the kid’s parents arrived on the scene. Their mother was angry, their father, big and mean. ~ He yelled loudly at his children and then at me. Saying stay away from my kids or trouble you’ll see. I knew not to argue or make a big fuss. But there was something I hoped to discuss. ~ I said “no problem, it’s not what it seems.” I then told them my story of snakes and screams. Their mom, disgusted, took the kids back to camp. The dad growled asking “do you think I’m damp?” ~ Puzzled, I asked “what do you mean, I’ve only told you what I’ve seen.” “I saw no snake, just my kids and you.” The dad replied, “What would you do?” ~ I know what I thought, but I couldn’t say. I felt it best to live through the day. I could’ve run, but to where? I could’ve fought him, but I didn’t dare. ~ He then picked up a very big stick. Then he charged at me like a lunatic. I stood frozen awaiting my demise, when the little snake caught the big man’s eyes. ~ He stopped on a dime and screamed in fear. His reptilian angst now was clear. So I slowly bent over and picked up the snake. The big man then started to tremble and shake. ~ “This is the culprit,” I loudly said. As I waved it gently near his clammy head. Sobbing, he begged, “Please take it away. I now believe everything you say.” ~ I took a step back, surprised and relieved. The turn of events was hardly believed. I thanked that snake and said goodbye to the dad. He just waved, whimpering and sad. ~ I then put the snake down and walked quietly away. I was relieved we survived this fine spring day. I went back to my tent then fell back to sleep, never to tell who a snake made weep.
Hello world, how do you do? I’ve got a little something to share with you. The sun has risen and the day is new. But what comes next I’ve not a clue. ~ I’m sure you’re feeling much the same, though to be confused there is no shame. Mistakes get made, we share the blame. Wouldn’t it be nice if life were tame? ~ Imagine the place this world could be, if all could live both safe and free. Think of the wonders we’d all see. See you tomorrow, that’s it for me.
Peace is free but war is not. Values burn and soon forgot. Life’s the goal or so is told. But talk’s cheap and death is gold. ~ Peace is free, fingers crossed. Once caught worries tossed. Savings saved and tucked away. But safety ensured by others sway. ~ Peace is free so why not? Prides delusion never forgot. Hands of few guide the masses. Feet of all climb the classes. ~ Peace is free, what’s the cost. Friends made and pennies lost. Keys are many, eyes in the slot. Peace is free but we forgot.
Acme is the place we all want to be. It’s the pinnacle and the entire world’s to see. It’s where our flights of fancy are flying free, anvils no problem with the power of we. ~ A peek at our peak we imagine and seek. Up and down in waves we speak. Whether yacht or dingy, they all will leak. And my day’s high point is to kiss your cheek. ~ Now back to acme before I wander too far. It’s the place that sets the bar. Most won’t get there with just a car. But our match is won, no need to spar. ~ Optimally positioned to spend time with you, our love’s a summit seen by a few. And with you I’m at my apogee, that’s why you’re the acme for me.
My machine is broken on this cold winter’s day. I woke up early but I’ve nothing to say. My pad looks lonely with no words on it yet. So I looked out the window for inspiration to get. ~ But the sky is gray and the snow is brown. And the hour’s too early for any action in town. The birds are still nested and the squirrels asleep. The cats are about but not making a peep. ~ My world is quiet, silence is heard. My vision is clear but my thoughts are blurred. So I look at the news, but nothing’s good there. So alone I sit on my old kitchen chair. ~ Something will come, it usually does, I don’t know the reason so I say it’s because. Because, because is the answer we give when we’ve none, so that’s all for now because I’m done.
The sun’s now high, the night was long, and the urge to rise is growing strong. Weary eyes open to a day that’s new. Yesterday’s past when choices few. ~ Life, it seems, is full of turns. Seconds wander the watchful learns. Tomorrow’s imagined now in sight, the fog clearing, and the future bright. ~ Optimism wanes when pessimism gains, the pressure builds within our brains. Awaken now to a time at ease, enjoy this moment, if you please.
Oh, these times they are a changin! But when are they ever not? Yesterday just slipped away, too soon to be forget. ~ Pining for our days of yore, we then post it from our phone. All the world’s our stage, yet we feel all alone. ~ Calls to arms get dialed up, connections a bit unclear. Leadership’s uniformly lacking. So be careful what you wear. ~ Shots soon for all; get yours while you can. Self-curing is the aim, safe then from our fellow man. ~ Voids will always fill, content remains the gamble. Sequels bound eventually, till then on we’ll scramble.
I started the day in the usual way. But life was soon to change. The sun rose as everyone knows. Then set to a feeling that’s strange. ~ Blind to the notion of this surge of emotion, quickly I rushed to my pad. My scribbles were new and for now but few. And soon they’ll be signed as Granddad.
You can make a pile, I’ll make a stack. You can smile at me and I’ll smile back. I’ll boil the water, you make the tea. I’ll blow you a kiss and you blow one to me. ~ You can pop the popcorn, I’ll melt the butter. You can hold my hand and make my heartbeats flutter, I’ll choose the movie, you pick the day. The next time we’ll switch and both have our way. ~ I’ll clear the table, you clear the waste. We can share dessert, I’ll have a taste. You can say “I love you” and I’ll say it too. Then we’ll share our futures, both, me and you.
~*~
If to imagine a perfect life;
paths of ease and little strife,
morning smiles and a noon surprise,
sunsets reflected in each other’s eyes.
Our eve’s playful, toying future schemes.
Nights shared cuddling, kissing and living our dreams.
The sun then will rise for me and you.
Each day a new start of our lives anew.
It won’t take long, just a few seconds more; warmth then felt closing the door. Your goodbyes will be more tolerable. Hello’s then much more enjoyable. ~ So never one kiss, always have two. That’s one for me and one for you. Memories then linger and smiles persist. That’s two for two, who could resist?
I woke today, the outside’s gray, my room’s cold and this story’s old. Hunger persists from the night, yet in this journal I must daily write. ~ A poet am I until I die, often to cry, to always ask why. With bloodshot eyes and inky hands, words conjured from dreamy lands. ~ Time, you see, wears heavy on me. In verse I live, it’s all I’ve to give. The past is scribed, legends to follow. The future fore, the now I borrow. ~ This present I speak, not for the weak. But persist I must and forgo disgust. Yesterday’s full of virtue and sins, tomorrows unknown but today begins. ~ A capsule of one of a life soon done, this journal I will, my time’s now still. And if my time’s now relevant, this treasure to you I gladly present.
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