wandering thoughts

Lying on bed, wandering thoughts,
The swooshing of the fan,
Adele’s distinctive music in the background,
Suddenly a sudden giggle
Caught before it turned into a fit of laughter

Saturday afternoons

Walk.Mass.Talk.Breeze.
Pavement.Grass.Trees.
Houses.Leaves.Street.

Music.Sunset.Pineapple.
Mountains.Laughter.Dreams.
Twilight.Children.Wind.

Book.Swing.Hopes.Shoes.
Lights.Clouds.Yellow.
Prayer.Breath.Memories.

little pet

little pet
alone and hungry
picking pieces of scrap
on a street
on a wet Friday morn
no one to belong to
no one to go home to

little pet
scraggly and scrawny
the world is cruel
to those like you
I wonder how you take
these all in
are you bitter, sad
or resigned to your fate?

little pet
I wish I could comfort you
protect you and make things
a little better for you

oh little pet!
how I disappointed you

If I Die, Would You…?

If I die, would you sing me songs
Of life, of bliss, of love?

If I die, would you read me stories
Of tragedy, of comedy, of romance?

If I die, would you write me poems
Of a life shared far apart,
Of a love that could never be?

If I die, would you bring me flowers,
Light me candles, pray for me?

If I die, would you still remember me
In your tranquil moments,
In your fleeting thoughts?

But if you go before my time,
I would sing you songs I longed to hear,
I would read you stories I yearned to listen,
I would write you poems I wished you wrote,
And in my brief life, your memories will keep me alive.

Ode To Family

Family of six, simple and kind.
Family of six, in a home of great find.

Father is an upright man,
working as much as he can bear.
Mother is the practical one,
managing the house with great care.

Family of six, living in bliss.
Family of six, no one is missed.

Elder brother’s fond of music,
and adventures and friendship.
Sister’s often at home,
quiet and genteel in nature.
And the youngest of all,
with a generous heart and humble spirit,
most dear, beloved brother.

Family of six, there’s like no other.
Family of six, always together.

Time

Oh Time, Time, Time

What have you in store for me?

Am I only to remain guessing and guessing?

I am tired of sitting idly, waiting and waiting.

And yet you came by without me noticing

And before I knew it you have passed me by.

Passion

Ships in Distress in a Raging Storm by BackHuysen, Ludolf (c.1690)

Passion! Such a lovely word!

How can one describe it to another?

It is as unique as each person.

One can only guess the other’s inhibition

One can have it burning with so much intensity,

While in another it has already melted like a candle,

And remains hardened for all eternity.

But mine is a storm,

With its winds blowing as hard as it could,

And thunders like rolling stones,

And lightning like sword,

Piercing deep into the heart.

And I, I, a speck of this vast universe

Silent and unaffected as I may seem

But in my heart is such a passion,

Such a storm raging within

How long can one contain it?

How much does one have to suffer?