Bidding me your fondest and maybe last adieu,
You give me a sincere embrace, and then I see
Eyes welling up with tears; how dear to me you'll always be.
we need adult pants
to confront our dreams demise
before time waves bye ~
moving to a sunny state
might turn our sadness around
no more lush yard land
useful outbuildings scattered
old farmhouse we love
maybe sad byes to willows ~
then hi to palms and beaches
we felt this was home
an old house where we belonged
not our shared fate though
so to sun state we will drive ~
with frowns to wear in some months
Once, it came like sailor's morn.
The Blue Screen of Death, to warn,
that your computer has died - " . ( "
Enter “CTRL+ALT+DEL” now it cried!
Now the powers to be, have decided,
To make it BLACK; It's so misguided!
I want my baby blue, cobalt back!
I'm so over, mourning death in black!
Bring it Back, Bring it Back!
I want my Baby Blue Back!
Blue is the serenity of twilight!
It yens for smite and flight!
It is the hue of 'Starry Night"
What better way to say: "Good Night"
Good-bye…
Simply a word?
What essence is encased
Within this single utterance?
The alchemy of optimism?
The enigma of uncertainty?
Good-bye…
A blend of hope and the unseen?
Fracturing moments of farewell?
Aromatic vows dissipating
In the fluxes of fate?
The chiaroscuro of existence?
Good-bye…
A poet's silent elegy
Where love, loss, and longing
Converge and dissolve?
A kaleidoscope of emotions, promises
Distilled into a single breath?
Good-bye…
Redlight One to Mission Control!
Can you read me, Can you read me?
Are you there?
Has the comet hit you yet?
Did the 'Nuke it Baby' missile work?
Can you read me? Can you read me?
Perhaps not!
Oh well, here we all are,
in our tin can spaceship,
with our tin can robots driving the show.
With all our tin can things on board.
Tin can demountables for our homes.
Tin can of food on board stored.
Tin cans of water and all else we need.
Bit like camping in our teens.
For our colonization of Mars,
needs all these tin cans to succeed,
for a life live'n forever in,
and outta a tin can.
Hide the can opener from Elon!
Please!
The silence, filled with whispers of turbulence
Crashed against the tide of an ephemeral moment
Perhaps fate has a strange way of entwining chaos
And we're meant to tie its loose ends with muddy hands
The affinity to tangle even the simplest ties
Is perhaps what's most befuddling
Yet I stand here
Pondering on this connection-
With our fitted glances and stolen good-byes
Could it have been any different?
The prancing Animal
Through the Woods it Went,
That house Full of Wool,
That was Truly — a Tent.
“Has the Hole been Dug?”
How had It Gone?
Hunting the animalistic Bug,
How saddening, Ron.
Antelope, insect,
Appealing or Not,
A many will not be too checked —
As they weren't Noticed -- Through the Knots.
Never, or Ever -- will The Big bug Bite,
Not again For the Bug of greatest Of Sizes.
“No, not bug, But some Blight” --
Ness, You will Not win those Prizes.
bye bye, me me
egotist retreats,
succumbs with tale between legs
moony face on show
Whatever you've lost
Don't go in search for it
If you can't find it
It always leave you insane
Start looking for who to blame.
Transfer your pain into glory
Leave story, let bye gone be bye gone.
I'm so funny
But not cunning
Ha ha ha ha ha
The vibes I give
Always keep you laughing
If we believe, then we'll receive
Let go whatever that doesn't choose you.
Bright is the way
When it's your time
When's not your time
Sometimes very dark
If there's none to lean on.
What belongs to you
Will always be with, by and around you.
A fly flew through the kitchen window, I was frying,
He was big, fat and very black,
He nonchalantly settled on the drying rack,
No doubt had followed the aroma of food, uninvited prying,
With tea towel and fly swatter, was armed and eyeing.
Flew closer to the gas burner, unafraid of dying,
Both of us ready for deadly battle,
He would certainly not live to tattle,
There got you, but as hard as I was trying,
He was edging nearer to the liver I had frying.
Searching with his compound eyes, he found an aperitif filler,
A small onion, his taste-buds now craving,
My anger now increasingly scaling,
Then with the prowess of a tactical serial killer,
Lashed out with the tea towel, wiped out the critter.
I remember our love,
from days of old.
The days and nights,
we spent by the shore.
The days we laughed,
the nights we loved.
I thought it would last,
last a life time.
Guess nothing lasts forever,
not even when deeply in love.
Somehow you said good-bye,
somehow I died inside.
Now all I can hear,
are the echoes of the silent shore.
Do
not put
me in a
box where I can't
be seen. I will not
hide anymore, I must
be set free to fly. Do not
put me in a box, where I can
not breath. Yes I need fresh air to breath,
friendships suck the air out of the air. No!
No!
life here
for us now,
I need to move
far away from you.
No more hurting for me,
your words hurt. Your silence is
wrong, my life will be very fun
filled with joy and happiness with you
not in it. I am now saying good-bye.
Bye Bye
Bye-bye, and bye, oh my only one
See you again in another world
and life, winds of our lives go far
Different words, different minds
I have no a soul, burned life
Doesn’t need yours, better this life
No spring, don't want your rain
I have no more tears, desert life
Life flourishes here, only mine
So long, Mr. Winter
We welcome, Miss Spring
When all snow melts
And birds all sing
When buds become flowers
And trees grow green
When bees make honey
And help the queen
When the waters warm
And so, the breeze
The boats will sail
All across the seas
From over the seas
The monarchs will fly
And soon we'll say
Mr. Winter- "Bye-bye"
Good night.
After 45 x 365 nights, I just realised.
They were only my dreams.
They lasted so long I do not remember what they meant.
Whatever they were, they have gone forever.
I do not want them to come back and give me heartache.
I either we took it or left it.
There was no but about it.
Why did not you lightly make the promises,
And cruelly you decided to break it.
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