Haven’t done no poetry for yonks. I am after all engineer. But here’s a little procrastination, as people seem to be busy beyond belief and aren’t entertaining me for the brief periods I want to escape from it all.
My winter play,
would be you and me,
enjoying a summer breeze,
or the kinder autumn sneeze,
wasting away the longer [...]
On my feet, left to right,
A feeling of glee, not of fright,
Till birds stop chirping,
the sun stops burning,
the heart keeps beating,
and the thoughts,
they just keep running.
Azngeek
If I ever were to come up with a new years resolution, it would be to keep on thinking. To keep on questioning. To keep on learning.
Author’s note: And the [...]
Across the room,
I stop and stare,
I wonder is it me
you are smiling at.
The lights go dim,
and then I think,
should I go
over there?
The music slows,
my feet go cold,
a shiver down my spine.
The night moves on,
it comes to an end,
I’m all alone again.
I wish I could hit rewind.
Azngeek
Inspired by a friend
“Did you hear?”
Old Ma Higgins
is at it again,
the cookie crumbs
the fresh
baked buns.
Her dainty dress,
she’s not
makeup-less.
Fresh bought roses,
she’s on her tip-toes!
“Ah. Someone is in
love again.”
I’ll be,
the one to hold you tight,
to give you hugs and kisses,
tell you everything is alright.
I’ll be,
the one to wipe your tears,
through the passing years,
tell you I’ll be always here.
I’ll be,
the one to miss you gone,
thinking,
maybe it was you only you,
all along.
A toast,
To the dieing breeze,
the wilting trees,
To the setting sun,
an end of a season.
To the laughter
of little girls,
dancing with their
pretty twirls.
To the park fights,
of little boys,
stealing toys!
To an end of an age.
A second decade.
I’m getting old.
A poem about leaving adolescence, sigh. :
I write her name in the sand,
waves, tides crashing in,
With my other hand,
I write her name again.
Azngeek
Allow me to speak freely,
and say the words of
how I love thee,
more than the depth,
the height, the breadth,
in which my soul knows,
more than my everydays,
my tomorrows,
my yesterdays.
Allow me to speak,
freely.
Azngeek