Time has finally caught up with me —
A hush upon the bone —
The Mirror whispers differently —
Than when I stood — alone.
The Mind once fleet as Sparrow’s wing —
Now trembles — in the air —
As if the Thought — forgot its perch —
And left me — waiting — there.
The Body bends — where once it sprang —
The Pulse is soft — and shy —
The Seasons weigh their evidence —
Against a tender Sky.
Yet in the frailty — glimmers Light —
A Candle — small — but true —
It tells me even Ashes breathe —
A secret — brave and new --
And Time — has made a Friend of me--
Regretful -- yet it's true --
Do you like
knowing
or the idea
of knowledge
The pretense
of perception
or a wellspring
sublime
Political
correctness
or the search
for a moonbeam
Relighting
your way
as you glow
— in its shine
(The New Room: August, 2025)
Caught By Surprise
Not writing a poem for years is crazy work,
But she is my motivation.
Standing ovation.
Demanding no replacement of her kindness,
Her energy caught me by surprise,
But not blind sided.
I see HER.
She sees me freely with no judgment.
I love it.
I mean I love HER...
My thoughts of her are poems picked from the most loving poetry book in this section called "Kim". Not sold in stores.
Happy Sigh
I wasn't expecting the oleander tree this morning
You seized the chance of my being unaware
The flute, however, didn't falter in its whistling
Shedding all clouds, the sky became bare
29 July 2025
Time was each bullet bore some name,
Each lens now does nigh but the same.
Privacy’s all but dead
If not on a deathbed,
Love at Coldplay? Ne’er a lens blame.
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Happenings |32.07.2025| humour, life, love
Note: Yes, privacy is all but dead. Social media have put it on a deathbed. If there’s any doubt, what happened recently in a public performance of Coldplay the ubiquitous lens should remove it.
The man was
handsome, intelligent,
and good in bed.
But he just
had nothing
to say.
And all of his days
were the same.
Monochromatic
introspection followed
by a sort of smothered
self-expression.
He never
felt like himself.
And he always felt
worried about what
other people thought
about him.
Who even was
he?
His routine?
His career?
His interests?
His beliefs?
Beliefs?
The man had
no beliefs, the
man didn’t need
to believe.
For if he started believing
in something, he may have
actually needed
to start existing.
And that idea
scared the
hell out of
him.
May is the season of Rain
droplets of soft note
tapping rhythm into my coat
tip— tap. tip— tap.
she walks with me and starlight
for a silent talk midnight
May is the season of Rain
I watch her dance
as sun sinks beneath the fence—
tip— tip— tip—
she blurs my memory track
as he never comes back
May is the season of Rain
all it took was a goodbye
for her to come by
tip— tap. tip— tap. tap. tap.tap.tap...
she's here to stay
when I’m still caught in May
We're mannequins peering from a storage
bin. We slouch across from
the "No-Food" paper sign.
Its message sags to a pulp taped to the shoulders
of a glass door. Shoppers,
incoming, their shared orange
squirts juice. Our mannequin-custodial
grins bar us from the lips' sweet 'oh'.
Crowdsourcing emboldens shame, our French kisses hung
on tangy wind chimes breezes tongue.
Caught in seaweed forever I guess
My legs are tangled; they’re in a mess
Merman comes along and cuts me out
I am too weak to flail about
Who will save a wretch like me?
Floundering in the Baltic Sea
You caught me smiling in a moment
Because your love has made its way to my heart
Into my heart
You caught me smiling in a moment
Because you are the one I have been waiting for
Waiting for
You caught me smiling in a moment
As you pass me by
Passing by
You caught me smiling in a moment
Now I am face to face with what I’m looking for
What I’ve longed for
You caught me smiling in a moment
Stepping out of a dream to know you
Getting to know you.....you caught me
The wings of a butterfly do not compare
No fish of the sea would compete for my stare
And stars and the rainbows are just things in the sky
Why is it always the thing I can’t try
The beauty that captures the attention of my eye
I know she is strong,
I know she is independent,
I know she is courageous,
I also know she is a little impatient,
I know she is curious,
I know she is adventurous,
I know she loves to explore,
I also know she cannot lift her trolley up,
I know she is short,
I know she is cute,
I know she is beautiful,
I also know she is too hot to handle,
So there I was, sitting in the bus stop,
Far behind her, so she cannot see me,
Praying to god that her trip goes safe and smooth,
But stupid I am to get caught, now she hates me more.
Let me see your hands!
I need to see your hands!
Face forward,
Turn to your right,
Click, click, click.
Roll in.
Squat and cough.
Change out.
Open your mouth and lift your tongue,
Say ahhhhhhhhh.
I need to see a badge,
Your I.D. need to be at the door.
Stand behind the line!
I'm a man,
I'm a black man.
You the man,
We fam.
Roll up.
Ivory flakes fluttering down,
Turns the ground into white from brown,
A soft blanket of silver snow,
Kisses from heaven sent below;
It clothes the earth with milky mark,
Has that extra glittering spark,
God rains down blessings floating slow,
Kisses from heaven sent below;
Moonlike little stars in the air,
Frosted fluffs flying everywhere,
Covered in icy crystal glow,
Kisses from heaven sent below;
Melt-on-the-tongue magic stardust,
Diamond dots on the winter gust,
This lacy quilt coats the meadow,
Kisses from heaven sent below;
Frozen tidbits settle on me,
I feel fantastic, feel so free,
Caught in a snow globe, I'm aglow,
Kisses from heaven sent below;
Who else can make this unique thing?
None, but my God, who is The King,
His love in winter, He does show,
Kisses from heaven sent below.
Caught
I am caught in a web of your deceit
I’ve tried to escape but can’t
I am your prisoner
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