Poetry
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I'll write a poem I said
A song even
Ideas implode in my head
Perhaps I can talk flowers
Buzz cuts or cats
Rain showers
Romances
Novelists
Their hats
Alas, nothing real
comes to mind
But matters of the heart
Then
It begins again
What where and how
Do I start
My complexities
Not quite so simple
I breathe
In
And out
Then my smile cracks
A dimple
An idea
No brain freeze
Just simply dimples
And me
my mentor always
For you Gabriel Buday
Today the light goes on
I’ve been propelled by my own head
You keep telling me to write whilst in death
No different from our living life
I can’t hide it
Fight it many years
I’ve tried with
All my might
Now I’ve found a place
A need
A purpose if you will
Or I spiral back
The words that come from me
Are for pondering persons
If I bring a little part of me
Then someone else may have the opportunity to see
The pain doesn’t have to be so quiet
As it was for you.
TROUBLED TIMES
I want to write a poem for you
I feel somehow that we’ve been a bit
Out of touch and
Askew
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Rushing around
Not stopping
One place to the next
Days are gone
By
I don’t want to grow old
Loving you
Without stopping
To see you
Your essence
Or mine
I want to celebrate us
And know
We will be just
Fine
You have a gentle soul
Handsome and kind
I’m a bit of a pack animal
That needs time to unwind
Life is too harsh
For me
At times
I need my cocoon
And protector
You
Giving me time
I think you get me
And I do
See
You
But I do need to stop
Have help
In my chaos around
Then I can free up
My head and my heart
To encompass you
All abound
Life is too harsh for me at times
I need my cocoon
And protector
Giving me time
I need my cocoon
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A geriatric Affair
He said write a poem
It's not that easy
As he's feeling so queasy
I escorted him
To a geriatric affair
The stories were told
Many variations of wilting hair
I sat next to a centenarian
Such a kind face
So eloquent
Fully deaf
Toothless
Yet full of grace
We no longer have these manners
I mumble to myself
Jesus fuck
I notice around me
There's bundles of stealth
People pass her by and don't notice her
"My name's Aina,
I'm from Hamburg,
Germany"
Then nothing
She's offered zilch
She's invisible
Until she yanks a shrimp off a platter
Oh Lordy lord
I ponder
Does it really matter?
The tail goes first
Will she choke?
I'd better find some water
Aina licks her finger
Her mini quiche alongside
Then wraps it tenderly
Places it in her pocket
A habit I imagine she's had
Through decades of starvation
Her other hand clenching a locket
We meander the hallways
I notice some 50 something
clinging to her walker.
Do you think she has it in her
Another 50
Am I a martyr ?
Why do I even question it?
"My husband passed last week."
We listen attentively
I notice her blue polish
The pink leggings
The facial surgery
The laughter
Aina waves from across the room
The spectacle
Is she supposed to be in a different room
Playing scrabble?
What a lesson we're learning...
Fuck It
So this is it now or never
For decades
I’ve been on and off
Under the weather
Now it’s time to purge
Somehow
In my purely absurd
Fashion and style
I care no longer
Depressing or depressed
Doesn’t matter
In my head there’s plenty
Of laughter
Chitter and chatter
I’ll find a way to come out
From my cave
With joy color and squiggles
Limericks, prose and
An abundance
Of tummy tickles
There’s no escaping
I’m me
I am
A nutty natter
love poem for
blue eyes
When I see your blues
My calm kicks in
When I tie my shoes
Or having some
Finger lickin’
Dues
My baggage gets
That lil bit closer
To the garbage bin
My desire to be
The person
I imagine myself to be
More fluid
Less rigid
You
We
You and I
Can safely
Sing along
We’re a team
Now I know
I can
I will
While trundling along
Jump from a plane
And through the sky
With a smile
With you by my side
Something Must Be Done.
On Grief
In my room
Your papers are out
I’ll make sure
You get the shout out
You deserve to breathe
I’m here waiting to see
How
To help set your words free
They’re all abound
None of them have made a sound
Except in my head
It’s been too long
Since
They told me
You were
Dead
Round and round your poems go
Day 263
Day 263 of quarantine
The house is no longer inhabited
By all of us
2 adults, 3 kids, 2 dogs, cats
And an oversized mouse
The dogs gone astray
The cats
Sadly
I gave them
away
A barter
For my Jabon
My whisky to sleep
My kiddos
Somehow we’ve figured
How the hell
To keep
Them alive
They are grazing on the greener grass
Right side of the drive
The juice from the acorns
Succulent and sweet
I’m growing armpit hair
Same as the man
Although mines long and curly
I believe it’s quite rare
At least four feet
I smell like a dove
Been dragged through the septic
My white feathers gone
Replaced by an
Array of misty and crusty hue
Of burnt umber
Quite hectic
My bottom is itching
I will withhold
Talk of the
Ever changing air
As for
The blissful moments
We share
Our slumboreating
That succumbs us
We found a bale of fragrant hay
Crunchy, cozy and warm
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Side note:
Our oversized mouse
Now stirs in my pockets
A carcass
I’m so torn
May he Rest In Peace
Deprived he was
Unintentionally
My lost love
Finally,
he found his serenity
The house is no longer inhabited
By all of us
poem with beatles
Ok, just take me a minute
I'm getting there to you.
You're teaching me to fly.
I need a moment.
All our lives
We're waiting to be free
You your way
And leaving me
To find mine
​
Ok, just take me a minute
I'm just getting there to you.
I need a moment.
​
You chose to leave before me
But with a trail of glory
Papers, poems and prose
​
I'm waiting for the moment to arise.
Where I can be seen
Before those immediately
In front of me,
​
I feel invisible
To most
But a few
Those in my heart
​
Ok, just take me a minute.
I'm getting there to you.
You're teaching me to fly.
I need a moment.
​
To breathe
To be
Me
To My Dear Fear
You had a grasp on me for as long
As my body remembers
To my dear fear
You clasped me tight
Squeezed me dry
To my dear fear
I never knew
The eyes in the back of my head
Did not exist
To my dear fear
You can now let go
Of my wrists
I will not cry
To my dear fear
I know you kept me safe
In places
With people
Where I needed
To be
Still
Not move
Keep quiet
Maybe
Tremor
To my dear fear
You may depart
As my lungs
And my heart
Are full
Now aware
Of surroundings
Now solid
On my feet
To my dear fear
I’ve got back my voice
My spirit is free
And my sweet
Yet bold
Little me
Are FINE
To my dear fear
Thank you for holding me
And you may now
Leave me
Be
Me
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Filing You Away
I am writing in your notepad filing you away.
My thoughts travel back to you
each and every day.
If I could have a friend like you in my current life.
I ‘d feel carried along supported and cradled through my daily strife.
I’m learning however to just hold your hand with you over there
on a not so far away land.
I’m learning to get stronger being with myself.
So my body won’t be vacant
or
Put out to rest upon a dusty shelf.
Zb I miss you alongside your Gabe.
It’s been decades of talks
Travel
Laughter
even the occasional Rave ..
While I have your hand I feel I can get by. I’m trying so hard not to hide or get high
On the others.
I want to be present for my girl
Like all the other mothers.
While I hold your hand I miss you.
I’m writing in your note pad
Filing you away
Ode to Cat
I ask Arthur
why
He likes to bite my ankles
"Ma
He says
I like to wrangle
My meat
With these
Gorgeous teeth
When your in your pjs
The temptation is too high
I don't mean to hurt you
Make your bones bleed
Or even
Make you cry
I like your ankles
Sweeping up the stairs
With a color full cloth
Im urged to do my leap
Straight into the air
I love it when I land on them
All play full and rough
I'm so sorry Ma
I'm a little too gruff
But I'll try instead
To hop fast and discreetly
Into your bed
Under the covers
Pretend I'm dead
While snuggling warm
My claws a little
Closer to you and
Your pretty head"
Ode to Cat 2
Today I'm urged to do a riddle
5.30 am came a piddle
I ran a bath
Not enough sleep
I'm not much of a laugh
A freshenEd Tara came out
Even though a zombie
Cockadooodledoooo
The day is here
I'm waiting for Daisy to shout
An almighty splash
Filled the bathroom
As I was cleaning my pearlies
I turned around and full zoom
The cat is in the toilet
Omfg
This is a little too surreal
For these wee hours
The coffee not yet peeled
I gather all my powers
I dragged him up and out,
He flew with all his bits
Drenched , hitting the walls
Did I pee in there
I don't recall,
I grab the cat and plunge him back in
The bath
Don't let him fall
Now he won't get out,,
Apparantely
A Cancerian
Lounging, lol loping
What I thought so frantically
Is no longer there in my mind
Rewind
My day is just starting
Tea in mug,
Daisy by my side
Farting
It's 6.30 am.