Birth
Joyful, Tearful
Entering, Hugging, Crying
Bassinet, Sleep, Casket, Sleep
Exiting, Hugging, Crying
Sad, Tearful
Death
It’s true. Not all diamonds are created equal. It’s interesting indeed that there are many similarities between these two opposing subjects. Life is what is the in-between of these two. You only get one life so make the most of it. Don’t let anyone steal your shine! You are powerful! You are amazing! I love you! I send you hugs from Brooklyn.
With Love Guady G
I’m a piece of broccoli. Can’t you see?
I’m high in fiber and vitamin C.
I can be boiled, steamed or microwaved.
I’m related to rabini or broccoli rabe.
Once you get a taste of me then you will see.
I’ll have you begging for more down on your knees.
I am so delicious as can be.
Cause I’m a piece of nutritious broccoli
Fun with veggies. Can’t help it. I’m vegan baby! Anyone else love veggies? I send you hugs from Brooklyn.
Sincerely Guady G
A Soliloquy
I’ve been waiting many a season to come across him. A myriad of times I was bemused by all I encountered. I remember stopping, settling down for a while only to soon realize that I had been lost. Of course, I kept going but as I traveled my skin became more arid and now there are creases that weren’t there in my summer.
I look into the mirror and I see my spring because that’s how I feel! That’s how he makes me feel. My joints have loud crepitus but those sounds are barely audible next to the pangs of my being. He makes me want to soar. I want to roar I’m free!
If this were a world without judgement and without consequences then I would proceed. But I can’t for in this world we live in, they would not understand that love and passion are ageless. My heart was constrained but now it has been let loose by him. He holds the key but how will anyone understand? To them it would be like placing a square peg into a circular shape. It doesn’t fit they would say. It doesn’t belong.
I see that too but why do my feelings become so in tune every time he strums the guitar? Why does his written prose synch so well with the basic tenet of who I am? It’s not fair! I’ve searched decades to find him. Why do I need to ignore my feelings? Ignore him?
But I get it for he is barely into spring and I’m I’m in late fall. I have only the winter before me. I am that leaf that’s so beautiful in color but soon to fade and fall off.
I shall always remember him and in my dreams and oh in my sweet dreams shall he be with me forever.
Happy Poetry Month my darlings. Keep writing. Stay safe. Stay strong. Thank you for reading this long post. I appreciate you.
Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady
Damn you
for saying goodbye
for all I do is
cry,
cry,
cry!
Have a blessed day. Guady G
When the mist adheres
closely to the lookout glass
tears slowly fall down
It’s poetry month and I want to write all the different types of poetry or at least I want to try.
Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G
Fluidity 