Never Meant For You
you’re my grand obsession
my beautiful poetic muse
doesn’t mean these little words
were meant for you
we both know
there is a clock by my bed
that marks every lonely hour
you’re not by my side
that doesn’t mean
I wrote these words for you
yes, I admit
my lips ache for you
as I breathe your words
crave your prose
which flow through my burning veins
that doesn’t mean these words
were written for you
you’re my north and my south
and I refuse to live
a day without your poetry
as your words fill me with joy
as your rhymes beat with my heart
don’t read between blurred lines
just get over it
these little words were
never meant for you
Hola. Missed you. Took a two week hiatus to rest. Lonely Author is well and still waiting for a surgery date. I have kept myself busy writing To Do lists. Suddenly, after two boring weeks of thinking of To Do stuff to be done, I came to the conclusion I don’t have enough time to do the things on all of my To Do lists. So, the Chimp trashed them and decided to go back to writing.
I will drop by to visit all of you. Thank you for all of the lovely messages.
The Stripper (100 Words)
The seductive stripper swayed onto the stage.
Her motions were as smooth as her glistening abdomen. Oscillating hips accentuated her beguiling figure.
Every graceful movement concealed her pain. Her sensual gyrations confirmed her loneliness.
Dancing to forget, she was poetry in motion.
She offered her nakedness to their lustful eyes.
Her sad eyes mirrored her dark and barren life.
Loud music reverberated in her heart like thunderbolts echoing in a cave. The songs failed to silence the cries inside her head.
The stripper communicated her passions through dance.
Unveiling her body to so many.
She revealed her soul to none.
Pretty Girl Unloved
She was the last leaf on a dying tree
Hanging from a barren branch
Too frightened to be free
Unloving winds made her rock and sway
Disconnected from her twig
She was forever castaway
Unwanted and unnoticed she fell in dirt
She remained all alone there
With no one to cure her hurt
Dying in shadows with no sun above
She lay in the cold forever
Pretty girl unloved
Due to my crazy week this was another reblog. Will be catching up with blogs and comments today. Expect to get back to my regular schedule next week.
Have a great weekend. Be happy. Be well.
She loved him in loud silence
her heart cried out in quiet agony
every day that she went unnoticed
led to barren nights lost in chastity
She loved him from a distance
thought she worked by his side
they would be so perfect together
her insecurities dared not confide
She vowed to love him for eternity
her life lacked rhythm or rhyme
she would adore him in loud silence
With a heartfelt pantomime
This a reblog for anyone who may have missed it the first time and for my newer blogging friends. Still struggling with the vision. I have tried to keep up with the reading posts. WordPress still does not allow me to comment on blogs. Miss the conversations. I will reply on my blog today, if WordPress allows.
Wiahing all my friends the best. Be happy. Be well.
The Best Of Me
If I had the chance
to relive my life
I would undo
every error I made
like knots in my laces
then my new life
would be regret free
and after all the corrections
I would choose you again
cause you were always
the best of me
Photo of my wife Allie taken by me.
Life In An Hour Glass
Sometimes I feel as if
I live in an hour glass,
buried beneath a ton of
We run, work, stay busy
Make grand plans for
the tomorrows that
arrive much too soon.
Whenever life overwhelms
I pause to think about you
Because of him
you are damaged goods,
but your imperfections
Photo taken from Google Images.