Free Verse: First Love…



Free Verse

First Love

Remember the first kiss, the first caress,
The first warm surge that tingled throughout our body and soul,
The first exchange of ideas, thoughts, hopes and dreams,
That convinced you that I was all you wanted,
And me that you were all I needed?

Remember the first time we looked into each other’s eyes,
The first glimpse of the Universe’s infinite beauty,
The awareness, that only comes from common souls and minds,
How we were sure, that nothing could tear us apart,
We were sufficient unto ourselves?

Remember the gifts that we gave, to one another,
We celebrated each passing day, week, month of our unique love
Remember how we walked among the people
Before the world united, hand in hand,
No one could have separated us,
So strong and eternal was our love?

The days passed,
they became months,
they became years,
You who seemed so unique,
Somehow lost your specialness
I who was so perfect,
Somehow lost my luster,
And inside we no longer felt fulfilled or satisfied
Tarnish had set in
Blackening the silver lining of our love.

One day, we found,
The drifting had created a rift
We both knew,
But didn’t want to admit,
That our love was dying,
Fading like the sun in the west,
We tried to save it,
We wanted to save it,
But, then it was gone.

We separated.

We forgot the first kiss, the first caress
The first warm surge that tingled throughout our body and soul,
The first exchange of ideas, thoughts, hopes and dreams,
That convinced you that I was all you wanted,
And me that you were all I needed.

Only a tear remains,  a little resentment,
The disappointment, the loneliness, the sadness.
Will my heart ever mend?  will I ever love again?
Now I ask;  what is love really all about,
In the end.

Silly Poem: White Duck and White Swan

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I was a-walking
of an eve
down Riva way
when my eyes
set upon a scene
quite mysterious…

A worried white duck
was walking
on land
unable to swim…
for an angry white swan
with his hackles up
was in the water
waiting for him!

I cannot imagine
what the fight was about
but could fancy
the duck,
in his ducky way
quacking consternation
in a sonorous
“What the fu…frack
is your problem jack!”

The swan held his wings
in the angry swan way
and came near the shore
keeping his eye on the duck…
if the latter
tried to enter
the cool water
the swan would hiss at him
and keep him away!

This drama had gone on
for quite a long while
as tourists (and I)
looked on
to see how it’d go.
I think we were all routing
for the duck
at this point
for the swan was much bigger
and could do so much harm…
we all sympathise
with an underdog!

The swan
swam away,
went under the bridge
and cautiously
the duck
made a dive
into the water he went
with much happy splashing!

When to our horror
what did we see!
The swan had been hiding
setting a trap
and began swimming
at a great speed
his head down
right for the duck!

White duck
took to swimming
as fast as he could
his wings were a flapping
his quacking

The children
were yelling:
go ducky go!
As around and around
in the water
they flew!

The white duck
walked on the water
went under a bridge
then into the reeds
and out of the pond
lickity split!

The white swan
then swam in the water
his wings curled back
his head
arrogantly high
just who was the boss!

“Silly” Poem: Bastet’s Bad Spelling

I must be curséd with a malady

a dyslexy, hmm dyslexia of a sort

it’s not to do with “writing” words

my calligraphy is quite nice…

it’s not to do with reading

I’m reading all the time

and I can read things out-loud,

even with very strange rhyme…

no my friends I’m d(i)ysorthographic

and it’s plane (ah, thanks, plain) for all to see…

as I’ve learned from sad exp(i)erience…

when I haven’t done my editing…uh…hmmm.

Now it could be that I’m a reble (el)

rebelling against structures,

it might be because I’m polylinguistic

but I’m afraid that’s not the case…

When I was just a kid in school

I loved those spelling bees…

the harder were the words to learn

the happier I’d be…

but then one haunted day it happened

with the simplest word you see,

 I couldn’t convince my silly brain

to write of with an “f” instead of with a “v”!

Whatever is the problem

all I’ve got to say, is this: I’m glad

I live in this glorious age

of cyberspace and speller’s (damn!) aid(e)s!

For, strangely, I know when I will err

(nope this time it isn’t air or ere!)

hurray!  for me…hmm anyway…

I just go and look it up.

Thanks for thinking I make just typos

you’re so kind hide my shame…

but the fact is if I’m not cautious

I’ll make errors all the same.

This problem I’ve found truly exists…some say it’s rare.  I’d be surprised though if many poor English mother-tongue speakers aren’t diagnosed with the problem in the future and given some pill to “cure” it.

English is one of the most horribly UN-phonetic languages in the world…there are over 40 phonemes in English many which have no corr(i)espondence to the letter structure. Unlike, for example, Italian which is almost completely phonetic (and dysorthography is virtually unknown) and has about 28 phonemes (they have 21 letters in the alphabet and recently because of English have added the 5 which were missing and use them for the foreig(h)n based words)…the sounds corr(i)espond to the letter that represent the sound with very few exceptions…which does nothing for me, because sometimes I don’t hear those sounds…ex. doubles.

The real bummer is when I comment… 😦 … writing the post, I edit, but damn, when you comment, it’s like being one on one and I forget to check…alas…sigh!