None of these words in this poem mean anything.
An object so steady, can give such a rush
when I think I’m ready, to give life a hush
by closing my eyes and drifting to find
I am in a dream, where thoughts are so free.
The sound from a toy, that was made for more
will chime to remind, I am meant to find
the want to achieve, the goals I have seen
that keep me investing, until I am resting.
As I will live, this object will age
without ever showing a sign of decay.
Only the change, that comes with a season
will ever give reason, this object exists.
The way life will form, until it’s deceased
is the only way, I think it finds peace.
It’s always so busy, being so steady
we are never ready to say it will stop
from doing it’s norm of flowing unseen
until there’s a day, the normal is dead.
It is never sad, it is never mad
it is never happy, or even too sappy
it is only constant with doing its chore
of passing the time; it is such a trait, I truly admire.
If ignorance is what you choose to partake,
how will you know when a person is fake?
They can deceive you when you are in “bliss”
without even knowing you should feel their fists
that have been bombarding a hoard of defeat
on all of the happiness you truly seek.
It could be your friends or your close relatives
that continue putting your brain in a tiff,
see through the make-up that hides their true face
and keep yourself free from becoming their waste.
It may be hard to start looking in them
because what you find may be only so grim.
But keep your focus from looking away
so that you can read if they are meant to stay.
Do not expend more than your heart can spend,
because you may only end at a dead end.
Trust your gut for what is true
and always feel for what makes you.
Fairness and truth are what they say they do,
yet only their lies are their daily surprise.
Never believe what they push to be real;
keep your eyes on their acts, ’cause those are the facts.
A lesson that lessens the joy one can feel
is trouble that bubbles until it is real.
Anger should always be only a stranger,
yet sometimes the mind can be caught in this danger.
Finding a way to stay happy and play
will always remain the one best way to stay.
Not the false smile that tastes like its bile,
only the twinkle that comes the wrinkle
of happiness’ face that will never give waste
is the way to remain if one wants to be sane.
Once the fun gift of controlling the shift
that can happen when piles of steamy brown stuff
have been tamed by the brain that remains in the game,
life is the reason joy’s always in season.
A poem by Anwar YaDullah and Kari Putnam
Curiosity, a wink uttered through words
That never conveyed what great truth would be found
A truth between two
Has bloomed a gold hue
A glorious gold gilded in the warmth of caring and love
Causing a rhythm we dance to all day and night
Full of laughter and smiles skipping and whirling
Around our caresses that turn into kisses
Such sweet affection your kisses of confection
Have every intention of keeping retention
With such revelry and romance; my leaving there’s no chance
And staying with you keeps my feelings from through
Arm in arm and hand in hand
Feeling your presence is oh so grand
A joy I carry deep in my heart
Healing the soul from what was once some shards
Strong and well step by step I fell
Twirling in comfort until it’s a shell
The strength of love welds us together
Encasing a trust we feel ever better
A trust I’ve never had with another
A peace I’ve never felt with another
With comfort you rest in my heart
It’s the best way for a day to start
And a night to end
Without any end
A comment was left since you still take my breath without giving a sign that would cause me to wine to drown out all the whines that were always in chime from the chaos of searching for all that is you.
The thrill of the chase is what some said we crave yet the truth of the moments we share to this day still have us ever laughing and feeling the rays from warmest of glows that bellow from our growth inside our lovely gut that hath twined with no rut since hiccup has not come from this love that we love.
Grateful sounds wasteful but I cannot show or express all the breath that you stole from this wretch, so all I can say, or just write for your taste, is that I feel blessed that you warm me with love.
Whoever will know how we feel and we glow is no longer a fear, ’cause you are my dear.
Joking in tone will grab hold of psyche
With hopes that your thoughts will be riddled with me.
Letting the words that had flown from my lips,
Caress every part of your epidermis.
Tingling up and inside of your rush,
To thrust in the thoughts that have given a blush
On such perfect skin that I’d love to take in,
And taste every flavor that will make us grin.
Secrecy lies with the truth in my words,
I never would tell of how we saw new worlds
That danced in our eyes as we carry our cries
With pants that enchant our much wanted entrance.
Give and take is how most show their ways,
Yet I would allow all your dominant traits
To stare into me as I slide slow and free
And take in the air that’s so full of thee.
Watching your hair and the curves that you sculpt,
Would never compare to the feel of your warmth.
Just one interaction from all your beauty
Has planted a seed that is riddled with greed.
I still get the vision
of love that was not
replaying the instance
of when she was spot.
No matter the bad
that came from that time
I still am so glad
those moments were mine.
Admit, that I must,
there’s love in this gut
for what we once were
til splitting was sure.
But logic is strong
so I don’t steer wrong
and relive the wreck
I cannot forget.