Cinquain
Daughter
beautiful, talented
laughing, loving, crying;
enjoys being with friends
Hija
Finally
Finally.
Here’s to our stars,
To our tragic love and
To our invisible scars
To our unseen galaxy and
To what we’ll never be.
To our way to the moon and
To what will happen soon.
Finally. Finally.
I have finally let go.
Hard to say “I’m sorry”
Open mouth and insert foot
Something you wish you had never done
It’s easy to do, and hard to take back.
Words can sting, and words can often hurt
It’s hard to say “I’m sorry.”
Someone punches you in the face.
Do you feel you should give a quick hit?
Tempting to do, but will it be a quick fix?
Bruises and scrapes take time to fade.
It’s Hard to Say “I’m Sorry.”
What if your rights were taken away?
You have worked so hard,
to be where you are.
No one should stand in your way.
It’s Hard to Say “I’m sorry.”
A smile could brighten the mood.
A firm handshake is also good.
Maybe a gentle embrace would work.
Do it l’ike you mean it, whatever you choose,
Because it’s hard to say “I’m sorry.”
Techno Babble
Folks used to use the typewriter
Fine technology that was
Now when my fingers type
I can’t feel them pressing down
Where’s the clickety-clack?
Television I can take or leave
Commercials are so boring
I’d rather sleep, or read a book.
This all can be so wearing.
Remote controllers are so overbearing.
Computers and cell phones
Have way too many buttons
My knowledge has no Polish logic
There’s little help to be found
Unless you have a young child around.
Now a dishwasher, refridge, an oven,
A washer/dryer, or water heater,
I would never give away; for everyone knows,
That technology makes my day.
Sound
Whom ever said more than the wind on the rim of her dress really didn’t have much to say…
6 Elusiveness
An arm’s length but nooks apart,
Perfect symmetry with obtuse angles,
A whispering sigh thru gadgets and networks
A hug to a lingering shadow,
Meaningful kisses, a peck, in an unchartered dream.
What will make touch be touched?
When will words be heard and understood?
Why hugs and embraces cannot be reciprocated by a shadow?
Where will kisses be planted?
On the intended cheek, on the targeted lips?
When will dreams come true?
What? When? Where? and Why not?
Elusively…
Reverse Fairy Tale
Once upon a time
Is a line I know so well
It began all the stories of
My optimistic youth
The story goes:
A young girl, an evil stepmother,
Two Wicked sisters too. A charming
Prince, a mystical kiss,
A wish, some magic
And a fairy godmother
Makes it all possible.
Then, they lived happily ever after
Once the prince kisses the girl
that fell into deep slumber
or fit into the glass slipper.
Do boys have those stories too?
A boy and wicked stepfather,
Wicked brothers too. A beautiful
Princess, an icky kiss,
A wish, some magic,
And a fairy godfather.
Does he want to go to the ball?
Does he eat the poisoned apple too?
Will he wear glass shoes?
Does the princess rescue him from
A fire breathing dragon?
Do they live happily ever after too?
Adrift
Disorganized clouds
Drifting singular style
without peer
Wind one way, clouds the other
No consensus
Friendship and Soul Searching
A good friend of mine discusses how life is something to let go when meeting a decisive matter like love problems or even marital problems surely it is not end of the world for anyone to say the least it is something of great importance that understanding oneself truly manifest in this undertaking
Friendship wins
Understanding one relationship
Long lasting days
Clearly it is not end of every possibilities in making things realizable for a person who undertaken a wreckage unto life it is something discrete or meaningful yet it is harsh realities in making things workable and feasible , it is undertaking of soul and spirit.
Soul searching mad
Underlying principles showing
A clear path
2:07 am PST 14/08/2016
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