Nothing

Nothing of you I believe, memories I pray will leave. Nothing of us worthy to remember, time shared no more than a dying ember. Nothing we said leaves me with a smile,

Indescribable

To simply say that her face was like the rising sun would not be enough – would cheapen and make her just like the others, not that special soul who stands out from the crowd,

Mating Time

Life’s pearls stun every glory, as moulded we Beget our own individual pulse, to thrust Our endeavour into, to gaze upon fireflies Dreaming that we may communicate in the same way

Holidays To Remember

“In the end, we’ll all convene ‘twas too much parmesan that did us ‘een but at the start and day to day We've only this and that to say... Upon my grave I do bequeath

Promise...

I did what i had promised, I laid it and was on it. I was here, where you were the wisher, And I was the fulfiller. I don't know if you are happy or not, But I did what you had asked.

AFTER MADNESS - CH 1 : 3 - I Don't Like crowds.

My memories of the woman's death are fragmented. I remember being at the top of the stairs with a woman who was holding me in her arms.

UNITED STATES

This is NOT a poem about the good old U S of A

Happy New Year

Approaching like a steam train Unable to slow New Year’s Eve A party to throw Everything’s organized Friends invited Champagne on ice Over excited Now I wait…
Cherry

Smacznego

PROMPT "... Poles use 'Smacznego!' (which means Bon Appetit!) at every available opportunity - you pronounce it 'smatch-neigh-go'."

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