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Post by Sam on Mar 21, 2007 8:54:28 GMT -6
Another grandchild is soon to enter my world.. Not knowing or caring if it be boy or girl... I already love this child and I can hardly wait to hold it in my arms, kiss it's soft skin and draw it close to me!!  Sam |
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Post by Sam on Mar 22, 2007 9:47:45 GMT -6
Draw it close to me... that precious love I seek... No one knows the secrets, buried deep inside these walls I have formed... come tumbling down with your sweet, loving, toothless smiles..... I need you here with me... I already feel you here with me.... And if Kiefer will agree, and share me with you, I will truly be in Memaw ecstasy. Sam |
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Post by Sam on Mar 22, 2007 13:57:44 GMT -6
Ecstasy has no beginning
it has no end....
It is a continuing cycle
throughout life
brought on every day
for all to experience
with every new
discovery we make...
From sunrise
to sunset
and all times
in between,
every day brings
ecstasy to me....
Sam
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Post by soulfir3 on Mar 22, 2007 15:21:59 GMT -6
ecstasy to me -
does not belong in a small
death lit pill -
instead it comes from the tiniest
compact events in life -
from where I find a new
exciting thrill -
gliding through the air
like an owl in the night -
pulling free the chords which bind me
setting myself hurtling -
between the space of day and night
finding the satisfaction
with a babe in my arms -
feeling his strong little fingers
curl around mine, tugging me back -
into this real world
I don't need a pill -
too give me this feeling of excitement
a world, full of real time charm -
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Post by anirbas on Mar 22, 2007 22:37:32 GMT -6
Real time charm to me is:
The soft smile of my child that does disarm...
A gesture from another that leaves me feeling warm...
Well loving and meaning friends that do not fill me with dread or alarm...
Time spent in a busy city park or hanging out down on the farm...
Strangers without the malignant intent to harm...
Not catching the latest upper respiratory infection from an errant germ...
Knowing individuals that aren't enslaved by the societal norm...
The smell, taste and texture of parmesan...
Knowing my karma could be worse...
It could be nonexistent...
Dodging a nest of red wasps, inspired to swarm...
Drinking mezcal on a dare, but not being the one to eat the worm...
These are some of the things I find "full of real time charm..."
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Post by amycando on Mar 25, 2007 19:57:11 GMT -6
Charm, has the power to disarm
but a wise person
will ask themselves who this is
before they turn off the
mental alarm.
Truly in such cases it is only the mind that will give warning.
Charm is the alpha dog, in lambs attire, to our hearts, . . .
emotions belly up,
a whimpering and delighted pup.
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Post by anirbas on Mar 26, 2007 19:53:07 GMT -6
*ggglggglgoooood one, Aims!*
~*~
"Pup! What's up with this?
Hairballs on the couch
and underneath the beds?
Curtains slashed to shreds?
Toilet paper unrolled down
the hall and throughout the house?
I named you Pup, so you wouldn't act
like a cat...So, what's up with this?"
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Post by Sam on Mar 27, 2007 8:54:07 GMT -6
So, what's up with this?
You promised me the moon
and I recieve this....
Hours and hours of lonliness,
Mere moments of bliss
and too much time on my hands
left alone to reminisce.
Tangled thoughts,
broken promises and
dreams that never
will come true....
these are now the things
I think of
when I think of you...
Sam
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Post by Sam on Mar 28, 2007 9:25:45 GMT -6
When I think of you
I smile...
It seems like just yesterday
you were here with me...
I miss you so much
sometimes it hurts
to even breathe your name,
so I hold it inside of me...
keeping it close to me
like a secret
I do not want to share,
because no one else on this earth
could appreciate it,
like you...
I am Hansel with no Gretel,
Mutt with no Jeff,
I am half of what we are
when we were together...
I miss you so much...
I need to hear from you...
Send me a sign
from Heaven.....
I wait....
Sam
(In memory of Derrick Mathews, my best friend)
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Post by Sam on Mar 29, 2007 9:07:31 GMT -6
"I wait every day until 3:00,
so, oh, Lord, won't you buy me a color TV."
Sam :0 hahahahahaha
Nir, you are so it!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gotcha!
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Post by dawness on Mar 29, 2007 14:25:37 GMT -6
a color TV or a blackberry cellphone we are all into gadgets that we look like a frozen microwave oven maybe some digital DVD player eeeeeks, even my flowers in the garden are plastic... |
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Post by Sam on Mar 30, 2007 8:58:37 GMT -6
Even my flowers
in the garden
are plastic now,
no time to drop
a seed in the ground,
too much confusion,
too many excuses
and no time left over
for the things that I love.
Time goes quicker
than I ever remember
at this fall stage
of my changing life...
I must take notice
and stop to remember
the sweet smell
of the flowers growing wild...
Sam
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Post by amycando on Mar 30, 2007 22:09:05 GMT -6
Flowers growing wild...
remind me of my love for you,
I don't ask it to be there,
but I can't seem to bring myself
to mow them down either.
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Post by Sam on Apr 2, 2007 12:09:57 GMT -6
I can't seem to bring myself
to mow them down either.
So...I just admire them
for their beauty
and continue on my way,
waiting and hoping
that maybe some day
you will turn to me
and simply say,
" Everything is going to be OK."
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Apr 2, 2007 21:44:02 GMT -6
*inane comment...yes, I know, I have a truck...it didn't ryhme...LOL*
~*~
You...
And you know
who you are...
Are the reason I can't
trade in my old car...
As, once upon
a time, you sat
there, in the
passenger seat...
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Post by Sam on Apr 3, 2007 7:52:24 GMT -6
(Ok. You know what would rhyme with truck!!!!!)
You sat
there, in the
passenger seat...
-
Looking at me...
and I was lost...
deep in your eyes
I saw tomorrow...
And now I sit
in that very seat
trying to recapture
that single yesterday,
the touch of your skin,
the look on your face..
You were here.
You sat next to me
in my rusted out car....
Sam
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Post by Sam on Apr 4, 2007 8:54:06 GMT -6
You sat next to me
in my rusted out car
once upon a time.
I was yours then
you were mine
and the world
was sunny and bright,
but that was then
and this is now,
yet somehow I find
I cannot pretend to live
in a world without you in it,
so... I will wait patiently
until the day
I look over beside me
and again see your face...
then my world will
finally be right,
brilliantly bright,
as it should be...
me here with you,
you here with me.....
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Apr 5, 2007 9:01:03 GMT -6
Sam...Did the poem above the one I did starting with the word you,
did it originally end with the word you? Otherwise, I can't figure out,
where I came up with the word, you, to start the poem, I did...LOL...
Perhaps, hitting so many threads, I got them all jangled as I need two heads,
possibly three to think some days? To much on my mind, for one head to handle
or some such near rot...LOL...Okie dokie...Through torturing you, yakking at you...
LOL...See what I can do with that last line you left, darlin'...NIr.
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Post by anirbas on Apr 5, 2007 9:09:07 GMT -6
here with me...
is a child named Ivy
and a dog named Kittykitty...
a bird outside my window
that built a nursery
in the vining rose shrubbery...
here with me...
is a roof over my head...
heat when it's cold outside...
groceries on the table
for the moment, and that's
more than a lot of folks are able to have...
thankful I am for what is here with me...
the only thing that could make life
any better, is if you, too, were here with me...
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Post by amycando on Apr 13, 2007 17:10:14 GMT -6
Here with me...
is all that I can really count as anything
good, bad, or indifferent.
Everything else is
either yesterday,
or fanciful wishes,
or things that will be. . .
but are not now.
I need to think twice about every moment I wish I could leap over
to reach the future
which may or may not yield what I hope for,. . .
and probably won't if I have skipped paving the way to my wants.
We only get so many moments,
if they were drops of water in a parched desert
we'd think anyone mad who poured even one out carelessly.
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Post by Sam on Apr 13, 2007 20:27:18 GMT -6
We only get so many moments,
if they were drops of water in a parched desert
we'd think anyone mad who poured even one out carelessly.
But look at us here in this big land of opportunity
as we sit night after night plotting and planning
how to capture our lost dreams,
when maybe we already have
and should just smile and relish the moment....
The mere moment some never find
we overlook too often and leave forgotten
somewhere in the back of our minds...
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Apr 13, 2007 23:26:44 GMT -6
*kudos AC and Sam! i liked both of those poems, gals*
Minds...Now, talk about some strange things...
As did you know? Minds, have minds of their own...
Like curly hair, or a pimple on one's
nose the day of a job interview,
the minds of our minds have a tendancy
to do their own thing...Minds...
Don't you wish, we could just leave
them behind, sometimes? Our minds
and their minds of their own?
Not thinking is a mini-vacation...
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Post by dawness on Apr 14, 2007 11:58:19 GMT -6
a mini--vacation away from the fake smiles
that trample the very sunlight
that blows tender kisses
on a suposedly mild, fresh morn
why can't an hour simply be authentic
magical?
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Post by Sam on Apr 16, 2007 14:02:24 GMT -6
magical?
meaningful?
memorable?
These are just
some of the things
you are to me....
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Apr 16, 2007 19:53:16 GMT -6
To me...
Life appears
as a rubik's cube...
I could never figure
those labyrinthian squared
dimensions out...I fiddled with them
a minute or two, then laid them down
and walked away. Sometimes, I wish life
didn't just appear as a rubic's cube...
That it was just like that cube...
I could just lay it down and walk away...
But, life isn't cube or squared or a puzzle...It's life, that's all...
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Post by Sam on Apr 18, 2007 9:24:04 GMT -6
It's life, that's all....
sounds too simple,
and if accepted
and if just expected
to remain that way
what hope is there?
Should we throw up our hands
and simply walk away?
Or do we unite
pick up the fight
and finally stand up
for what we know is right
and demand satisfaction?
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Apr 18, 2007 13:27:59 GMT -6
Satisfaction,
has a different flavor
for each human being...
What satisfies one,
won't neccessarily satisfy another...
Some draw satisfaction, from listening to their neighbors
in the act of fornicationing...They wouldn't know their neighbors were getting down
fucking, if they didn't have their ear to the wall or their eye to the peephole,
vicariously watching or listening...Some draw satisfaction, to the point
of orgasm, from bowing to their chosen belief system...Some draw
satisfaction, from watching baby birds grow pinfeathers
in a nest outside their window...Me? I'm not into
demanding anything, except for when I do...
But, it would be nice to know I'm wanted,
needed...And I guess that in itself
is a form of satisfaction...
Satisfaction,
has a different flavor
for each human being...
What satisfies one,
won't neccessarily satisfy another...
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Post by Sam on Apr 18, 2007 14:15:03 GMT -6
What satisfies one,
won't neccessarily satisfy another...
Unfortunate, but true.
For sometimes when one
is truly in love
the other is only playing...
pretending to care,
pretending to feel....
One cries out in pain,
the other just turns
and walks away,
enjoying the pain
he inflicted...
Sam
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Post by amycando on Apr 19, 2007 19:43:06 GMT -6
inflicted...
by my own lack of love for the current state of my body. . .
the lonely state I find myself in,
but it is changing 4 jogs a week
and two workouts
and my appearance is coming around
albeit to slowly for my liking. . .
which would be yesterday!
but once I don't despise what I see in the mirror
then perhaps I will convey that
and the women will be chasing me down.
Many thanks to God who sends me encouragement
in some nice exchanges with the cute red-headed trainer
at the gym, this evening.
I think he put that friendly spirit in her heart
as if to say keep your chin up kid
and hope alive in your heart
and when the time is right. . .
then the right woman will fall madly in love with me!
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Post by Sam on Apr 20, 2007 8:35:31 GMT -6
Fall madly in love with me.
Sweep me off of my feet
and reassure me now
things will be alright...
I know it is not really true
and was just never meant to be...
but then you see,
I can live with that,
what I can not take
is the mere thought..
you never even knew me...
looked right through me
as if I were invisible
and all the time I stood there
smiling with arms open wide...
Eager like a puppy dog
to love and cherish you
for all time.
Sam
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