Add-a-Poem

[anirbas]

when she falls
she no longer crawls...
for he is there
to catch her
before she hits
the ground...

[aims]

Before she hits the ground...
I usually hear some sound
moaning and moving
magnified by the monitor
so I slip my feet out from under the cover
and stumble through the middle of the night
with very little light
to set her aright
back in the middle of the bed
and back under the warmth of covers.

[Sam]

The warmth of covers
calls me even now
as I face the long winter
quickly approaching.
Already, it is dark
and so very sleepy
when my alarm goes off.
(I hate it)
Then comes the afternoon
with the sun setting already,
and me standing at the bus stop
for the second time each day...
I see the bus coming and I smile!
Warmth is on the way!



Sam

[anirbas]

Warmth is on the way
to heat these winter bones
my skeleton has become...

Warmth is on the way
to thaw the permafrost of my soul
I am frigid with rigidity without you...

Perhaps, it's just this infection
that has me shivering...Or, perhaps,
I'm sick with missing you...

[aims]

Missing you...
happened the moment we parted company.
after a weekend of warmth
with everyone there, and you
I came home the bluest shade of blue.

[aims]

The bluest shade of blue,
that's how true
that's loving you
blue bleeding from my heart. . .
blue the flame if you put a lighter to a fart
lighten up
but not the methane
something funny and a little insane
it's better than wallowing in pain
I know, I know, I'm an ass
to talk about setting on fire my gas.

[aims]

My gas tank is full and not so costly
which way that will go we'll see
I tended to think before the election
that the gas companies were dropping the prices
so we'd re-elect those supporting their vices.

[anirbas]

vices...
odd things...
easy to acquire...
hard to get rid of...
kind of like lice...

[aims]

lice... are to head
as
mice are to warehouse
they need to get out!!!

[anirbas]

Get out!
Get out! Get out!
This the mantra
chanting through blood
of my veins, singing
through what brains
I had left to puzzle
the universe
and all it's mysteries
with...Get out! Get out!
Get out! Get out! Get out!
Before he kills you, or worse,
you kill him and land in prison,
with or without a smile upon your face...
So, I packed my bitterness and misery
in a suitcase and that is what I did...
Got out...Got out...Got out...Got out...

[aims]

Got out... of my head
and into the world around me
stopped listening to the mental chatter
and started listening for insights from the mother of us all
the universe to whisper themselves in my ear
only audible if I am silent.

[Sam]

I am silent
for my words
seem hollow now
with all the constant
changing going on
all around me,
and yet, here I stand
just stuck somewhere
between then and now,
no where to run to,
no where to go,
pretending to even myself
that I do belong.

Sam

[aims]

I do belong,
at my favorite place in this world.
There are a number of places, groups or people
that I belong to or with,
but there are varying degrees of belonging
at least as far as emotional intimacy goes,
and so we can belong,
and still be lonely.

[Sam]

There are varying degrees of belonging
at least as far as emotional intimacy goes,
and so we can belong,
and still be lonely.
Surrounded by a crowd
of loud talking people
left in total isolation,
not hearing
or comprehending a word.
Lost, as if we spoke
a foreign language,
looked at as if
our pants were down
or we truly did
have egg on our face.

Sam

[aims]

Egg on our face
hmmm. . . seems the appropriate place,
although I guess people could be walking around
with egg on their asses
and we'd never even know it.

[aims]

We'd never even know it
if the world were vaporized in an instant
or murder and mayhem and riot abound
in the world all around
if we were cozy in passionate embrace
kissing and adoring one another's face
touching each other like a sacred gift
feverish lips kissing adrift.

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[Sam]

Adrift, afloat..
Free from the everyday
worries and woes.
What a world
this could be
if people were truly free
to be themselves
and rejoice and celebrate
their simple victories.

Sam

[aims]

Simple victories,
sometimes that's all we get in this life,
like victory over the drink
It is ours only in surrender
to a power greater than ourselves
and besides this it is more or less
a return to sane living
a just managing to pull yourself
out of the extremely destructive drowning pool
on to the dry ground of normal life,
I have to remind myself of this
else I think I'm doing something great
in just fulfilling my daily responsibilities,
when really I'm just doing
what I should have been doing all along.

[Sam]

What I should have been doing all along
was enjoying my life here on earth,
instead I fought it day and night
embracing the pain and the hurt.
Now as I enter the fall of my life
my vision has started to clear.
I see myself as a visitor on earth
not truly belonging here.
I understand the isolation,
the invisibility I have faced
I brought to myself with negativity
which now I am trying to replace
with positive energy
and with the help of my God above.
He watches over me and holds on tight
no matter how I toss and turn
or stumble through this life.
I am not worthy, this I know,
but I am truly blessed.

Sam

[aims]

I am not worthy, this I know,
but I am truly blessed.
It is that knowledge that gives me rest!!
I finally discovered I don't want
a relationship with my higher power that is
based on my deserving
trying to walk a tightrope of perfection
without ever swerving
and falling to no net below
because if I am counted worthy on my merits
or unworthy on my failings
that is a harsh and unforgiving system
and the spirit of such relations
is not apt to want to save the flawed
who could not pass the test
but is rather, . . . singling out the best.

[roadrunner3]

Singling out the best in me
Friends show their proclivity,
Ignoring my idiosycroncies,
To find the hidden symphony.

[aims]

Find the hidden symphony
the music of the universe in harmony
when yin and yang
swimming swang
round and round
in perfect rhythm
concentric and smooth
and days and nights passed
in perfect sync
when clouds rain on ground
and dry air takes a drink
from the world's kitchen sink
and the omnipresent mind
smiled,
and pronounced it all good.

[anirbas]

It's all good, catching up and reading what you've all left like delicious tidbits for me to find...

[aims]

The omnipresent mind
smiled,
and pronounced it all good,
and if we don't we should!
Perhaps, the one mistake made in creation. . .
was the thinking animal, . . .with free will!

[Sam]

But what a boring world
this would be
if everyone were the same
as you and me...
Though sometimes
I must say
the world would be different
if that were the way.

Sam

[aims]

I must say
the world would be different
if that were the way
but life is seldom so kind
and if it looks like it's getting to be
watch the hell out,
look up there's probably a 10,000 lb weight
hanging by a thread
getting ready to fall on your head.

[anirbas]

fall on your head...
land on your face...
trip over your shoelace...
land squarely on your ass...
for in each mishap, is a certain grace...
not to mention, something else to write about...

[aims]

Something else to write about...
I can think of several
but I won't
because my hormones are at the wheel
taking a sex drive.

[Sam]

Drive right on by...
I am not worried anymore
because I now have
my own way
to drive myself
anywhere
I need
or want to go!

(I got my license yesterday and drove my baby home!)
Sammy got a car!!!

[aims]

woo hoo!!!! I'm sorry I didn't check by here earlier congrats Sam!!!
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Anywhere I need or want to go
hmmm. . .
need to go to bed!
Want to go on writing!

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