Didi7 Poetry (50)

I’m still here…holding on.
Waiting for the change to come.
Praying for deliverance.
Wanting to be moving along. Soon?

Just lingering here;
Yearning for my steps to leave this past behind me.
Praying for the future that I can see
Only in my dreams.
Hoping that it’ll soon be a reality.

Can’t give up.
Don’t want to stop…believing.
Success could be closer than I imagine;
Life is sometimes quite surprising.
So I’ll just keep…holding on.

Give respect, where respect is due.
And honour me, as I honour you.
Don’t love me, yet publicly shame me;
Don’t make me feel less than I am.
I shouldn’t have to say these words,
But maybe your love’s a sham.

I’m sorry if what I did ‘hurt’ you,
I never meant to at all.
Unintentionally, I may have offended,
But don’t rebuke me with such gall.
The ego is what feels the bruises;
No real pain was evident.
I love you though I am imperfect,
So to hurt you was not my intent.

Give respect, where respect is due.
And honour me, as I honour you.
The depth of our love will be the clue,
If you love me as I love you.

It’s February 14th, again.
The day is filled with news of doom,
Of stormy shores, of wars, of pain,
Of many sorrows. So much gloom.

It’s Valentine’s day, again…
But where is the love?
What could roses and chocolates do
To end the river between us two?
To end the wars and mend the world?

And yet, each year it comes again.
Urging, reminding us, that we should show
Our cherished friends, family, lovers and such, that,
Though they aren’t perfect, we love them so much.
Regardless of the state of the world…and of us, for that matter.
Would you be my Valentine, though I’m not perfect either?

Our eyes met;
Melded together.
Then I blushed.

Well now…

If the plural of mouse is mice,

And the plural of louse is lice,

Then how could it not possibly be

That the plural of spouse is spice?

Why is it then the rule doesn’t

Also apply to house or to douse?

Nor even grouse, rouse or souse?

Nor even, for that matter, youse?

Time beats on
Without a thought for me. My
Day ends quickly.

Occasionally…
I desire the company of a gentleman,
Someone mature and wise.
A man who knows his own worth,
But is also aware of mine.

A man who…
Doesn’t feel the need to pretend he knows it all;
He listens and reflects.
The things we’d share would bring to bear
Our mutual respect.

Kind and content, faithful and true,
These would be some of his traits.
Understanding, strong and brave too,
Would certainly suffice as good gifts.

And what about his company in places of privacy,
When there’s nobody else there but us?
Well, just as a gentleman never kisses and tells,
That’s not something a lady’d discuss.

Lost in an abyss of darkness, I seek after it warily.
Fighting off the Insomnia that so easily overtakes me can be hard;
And sleep can be so elusive when I want it.
But I know it won’t always be so.
I don’t seem to need it as much as I have before,
But I must have it often…until I need it no more.
Longing for the abyss of darkness, I seek after it wearily.
Sleep hides me away from my fears and my doubts,
So come, sweet sleep, and hide me now.
And, one day, it’ll hide me away from this life too.

What’s the holdup? What’s taking so long?
I don’t have all day you know.
Let’s get this done whilst I’m still young,
‘Cause I‘ve got places to go.

Holdup! Wait a minute! What d’you think you’re doing?
That ain’t what I came here for.
What you’re suggesting is wishful thinking,
So I’ll see myself out the door.

This a holdup! Give me all you got.
Don’t bother to scream or run.
I’ve seen what you got, and you’ve got a lot.
I’m just helping myself to some.

I awoke, again, arose to see the sun
Beaming through my window;
The sky bright and hopeful.
The birds chirping, the dogs barking.
I hear nearby sounds of life and movement.

It’s here, again, this time with rain
As the day starts with a gloom.
The sky is curtained with clouds of grey.
No birds chirping - it’s a quiteish day -
I see it through the windows of my room.

Another new day of God’s blessings.
Another new day of man’s stressing
About what the day may bring.
How should I use it, live it, honour it?
Why wouldn’t I want to give my best?
It’s another new day with which I’ve been blest.
Another new day, so make good use of the time,
Regardless of whether there’s rain…or sunshine.

Can you hear it? Do you see it? Can you feel it? Do you sense it?
Above the noise, beyond the way, within your soul, around your space?
Ever illusive, in this world’s busy, riotous global-pool of activity,
Silence has faded away.
No more golden, it’s now so rare as to be priceless.
Say nothing; keep still. Invite it into the solace again.
Let it wrap around you - your mind, body and soul -
So that it can soothe you. So that it can repair you. So that it can teach you
The way of Silence.

Sharp dresser, slick talker;
Looking like a ‘girls-dem-suga’.
Fool me with your sexy ways,
Spin me til I’m in a daze.

Take my money, spend your own.
Make me hunger, make me moan.
Use your charms to murder me;
Fool me with dishonesty.

Have no mercy, feel no way.
Send me home at the break of day.
Chase me, but know that I’ll be back.
Fool me, because I wisdom lack.