In this space of many parts, all have brains, all have hearts. Some are big, some are small, some will soar, others fall. ~ Survivor’s all until we’re done, then another, never one. Some will give, some will take, choices are what we make. ~ Some choose poorly and pay the price. Some squeak by but that’s never nice. Some choose wisely and forge ahead, thankful for another day fed. ~ Some learn lessons, others don’t. Some will multiply, others won’t. All in all we’re parts of the whole. The sum of which equals our goal.
Word’s a mere generic symbology,
a blip in time of human technology.
Millennia unfolds, meaning’s to learn.
Linguistically labored is the futures concern.
Truth is felt, lies always lurking.
Voices still spirits working.
Sensation’s sensed and souls embrace.
Or silence awaits this human race.
I need a bigger clock, my watch seems to lie. The spaces are too small, and the hands seem to fly. ~ I need to see where time goes. I can’t believe it’s me. I only scroll a little. And only when time’s free. ~ But that little watch keeps lying. It tells me hours have flown past. The stupid phone agrees. I think the problems vast. ~ It must be a conspiracy, drawing people to their laps. Our future’s passing by, and we’re now hunched like saps. ~ I’m going to go cold turkey. When I’m done, we’ll share a toast. But that I’ll start tomorrow. Today I need to post.
Mornings give light.
Emotion fills night.
Eyes force sight.
Legs flee plight.
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Opinions oft slight.
Truth’s never quite.
Souls know right.
Minds will fight.
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Hearts feel blight.
Tomorrows bring fright.
Yesterday lends insight.
Fortitude means might.
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Sparks do ignite.
Love shines bright.
Hands do write.
Life’s to delight.
You’re lovely from afar, sublime when held.
Eyes and lips meet, our passion’s compelled.
Two souls touching and our longings quelled.
Our time shared as one is life propelled.
I’m sorry I have no poem today. I’ve actually started two. But I have no endings. So I’ve nothing to share with you. ~ Fortunately there are tomorrows. Perhaps I’ll end them then. Or maybe this is a metaphor; for the fickleness of the pen. ~ Many things get started. Only some will see an end. But until there’s a conclusion, a finish, we can pretend. ~ So I’ll pretend my poems are great. They start off really well. And I’ll imagine it’s a perfect day. For the unknown we shouldn’t dwell.
I love to write of love. I hate to write of hate. Love is truly grand. Hate is never great. ~ Love brings people joy, hearts open to trust. Hate makes people angry; destruction is their lust. ~ Love entails peace. Hate ushers’ war. Why must people hate? Love is the cure.
With these strings, I thee bled,
fingers raw and eyes red.
Sounds of the day fill my head.
Emotion speaks with words unsaid.
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With six strings I am fed.
Good vibration is my med.
Tension’s tuned and compression shed.
Harmony pledged. To honor bred.
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With my strings I have wed.
Our ties bound by common thread.
Sweet melodies or what’s instead?
I’ll have and hold till I’m dead.
Are you the me that I can’t see? Or I you, one half of two? If but one, who then are you? If you’re the one, what’s to do? ~ I’m confused, both conned and fused. We share a body, everything’s used. We’ve got hands and feet, both left and right. We have two eyes that see the same light. ~ But our sides divided, never to agree. Perhaps a split, each then free. I think you should go and create a new life. I feel it best you leave, be done with this strife. ~ The battle goes on, both being stuck. Each barely manages without some luck. I did have an end to make all laugh and shout. But then the editor took the good stuff out. ~ The Middle
His name was Gurmumble, or so it was said. Gurmumble’s the sound, comes out of his head. ~ Ask him a question, anything you choose. Gurmumble, he’d answer, looking down at his shoes. ~ Gurmumble was teased, folks called him a freak. But he’s actually, quite normal, he just couldn’t speak. ~ High School was soon starting, Gurmumble was rightly scared. The building was enormous, much bigger than he feared. ~ His first week was horrible, he’s a target to be teased. Gurmumble was unfazed, the bullies left displeased. ~ Come fall his novelty waned, Gurmumble was now free. Excelling at his studies, he had a learning spree. ~ By Spring Gurmumble’s smitten, but he couldn’t say a word. So, he wrote his crush a poem, the prettiest she’d ever heard. ~ He wrote her a poem each day, awaiting her response. And when she finally smiled, it was Gurmumble’s Renaissance. ~ All the girls were swooning; the boys were just confused. Gurmumble’s now a star, no longer feeling abused. ~ His poems now sung as songs, Gurmumble plays guitar. His loving girlfriend sings, I’m sure they’re going far.
Waking to your eyes, your lips I can’t ignore. We hold each other tightly, our love we can be sure. Inspired with excitement of making love with you, our passionate embraces are all I wish to do. ~ Our climax is explosive, a rest then we’ll take. We’ll whisper, laugh and caress till again love we’ll make. Bodies now exhausted, our minds still on high, we’ll float downstairs together to greet the morning sky. ~ Coffee then is shared and we’ll plan our busy day. Our thoughts are always sunny even when it’s gray. Hands we’ll hold on our walk, the future now in view. Bliss we’ll share every day, together; me and you.
Silence heard before the dawn. Birds awaken, silence gone. Sun arisen, cars zoom past. Morning bliss’s fading fast. ~ Breathing in each other’s air, day’s begun, time to share. Faces flash, smiles few, all to find something new. ~ Day will end, night’s to start. Home I go to my treasured heart. First a kiss then hello, dreamy eyes let me know. ~ Sleep awaits, minds at ease, first time for the birds and bees. Dreams to follow, world’s at rest. Another day, ours was best.
Mornings hide in darkness to an untrained eye. Light fills the mind. Who needs a sunlit sky? Wheel’s always turning; they get us here and there. Thought moves us forward, making us aware. ~ Hate infects the soul, love mends a heart. Memories fill the void at times when apart. Words can flow like water, but not all fit to drink. Edits smooth the surface the deeper that we think. ~ Actions set in motion the motives of our will. Results always happen regardless of our skill. Infants of the night, stars will guide the way. The universe is infinite or so our eyes will say. ~ Seeing is absolute, visions much less clear. Plans are two dimensional stumbling on a sphere. Life’s full of surprises, full of good and bad. Time is unpredictable, why would some choose sad. ~ Poets make predictions, half are mostly true. Honesty measures accuracy, what shade of gray are you? Poems can be too lengthy with no end in sight. I’m predicting this is one, so I’ll say goodnight.
Life is for the tasting. Time is not for wasting. Joy is what is found. When tomorrow’s we are bound. ~ Escape the path of wrath. The proof is in the math. The more love that you share, the more you are aware. ~ The more things that you see, the more you’ll feel free. The more things that you feel, the more your life is real. ~ Though hardships get us down, the winners wear the crown. They toast the end of day, tasting dreams there to stay.
I sat to write a love poem, but fiction got in the way. My heart now is still, alone another day. ~ Maybe eyes will meet, there’s smiles shining bright. Perhaps our hands will touch, and lead us into the night. ~ Our spirits ever closer, warming our moonlit stroll. Our lips free to explore, the pleasures of our soul. ~ Whispers echo softly, our bodies intertwine. I am hers completely, she’s completely mine. ~ The morning sun will rise, again eyes will meet. Our hands again will touch, a new day we will greet. ~ Our love will last a lifetime, together we’ll always be. I’ll write a million love poems, but for now just fictionality.
Electrons float in endless flight.
Space’s gray, no day or night.
Infinity lurks out of sight.
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Elements blend or violently clash.
Random moment’s atoms smash.
Fusion bonds fission’s ash.
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Core pulls, heat spurred.
Nucleus form, orbits dared.
Love holds a time shared.
When love is easy two become one. When love is easy the hard part’s done. To love and to laugh life becomes fun. When love is easy the joy’s just begun.
The summer heat outshined by rain,
cool breezes now back again.
Sweatshirt’s on, the sky is gray.
Beleaguered blooms will blossom today.
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Subtle change’s seldom felt,
torrential time’s surprises dealt.
Awakened warm, bodies close.
Rain or shine my daily dose.
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Weather changes as does time,
minds follow, not a crime.
Days stolen when unprepared,
all’s returned when love is shared.
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Tomorrow’s to be another day.
Rain or shine, I cannot say.
But if yesterday’s to be a clue,
rain or shine I’ll rise with you.
Through willow filtered sunshine, I feel your reflections and you mine. With introversion my biggest fear, with hidden face my love I declare. ~ In glistening pools of gentle light, my heart waves to the mind’s fright. If lives written our columns divide, moments unmirrored to cast aside. ~ Hands ever closer the time does drift, the moon creates our daily shift. In the dark our eyes meet, together enlightened tomorrows we’ll greet.
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