Who will remember you?

It’s poetry month which means try to be a poet.

Does it mean Poe try! I’m good but not like Edgar Allen Poe. Has anyone ever read his life history? He lost his parents, his wife and his jobs. He barely made it writing and then died.

I wonder who will remember us from our writing. The great thing is we are sharing our gifts with the world. We will never be forgotten for we made an etch in this world with our words.

I share with you one of my first poems written in 2nd grade. The year was 1976.

I like my car for it takes me very far. I hop in it and go after pumping gas from either Getty or Texaco.

Yup that was a long time ago. I am grateful to my teacher Miss Pepe for giving me the assignment of writing a poem. What was your first poem? How old were you? Thank you again for reading my blog.

Guady G Hugs from Brooklyn

Oh that hetero nym!

Treat every minute as not minute.

So wind down and let the wind take you on an adventure.

Don’t let the past pains wound around your present or else a wound is all you present to someone new.

Having a lead heavy heart doesn’t lead to a happier you.

Feel the pain and fear but then let it go. Be at peace like the does. Don’t do what he or she does. Don’t stay trapped in the past.

So go ahead and dry that tear but please do tear up those old photos of the ex.

Sincerely
Guady G

Don’t you just love the English language?

The phones that don’t ring.

Sleepless at night missing my knight

My head in a daze through these endless days

My fault for worshipping you as some idol. Was blinded to you being there but idle.

A relationship takes two. Thought you wanted that too.

Now you’re gone and I feel so bare. Overwhelmed with so much to bear.

Don’t even think of coming back here. Are you listening? Did you hear?

Even if I long for your scent, now I know you aren’t worth a cent!

Don’t return. Let me be! I never get stung twice by the same bee!

With love Guady G. Do homophones ring bells for you.? That was an attempt at a joke.

Oh, I can fly!


Why does my journey to the pinnacle have the cynics and the narcissists aiming to maim me and leave me on a gurney?

I know they think I will give up or just die but I am no longer that hopeless caterpillar for now I am an optimistic butterfly!

With all my love
Guady G

I send you hugs from Brooklyn.

The Light. . ..


Look at me
Don’t just glance.
Don’t just glimpse.
Really look at me!

I am here even if I cast no shadow.
It faded once the darkness crept to join me.

I remember the spectacular sunset but it never rose again.

Oh the thorns that still prick at my sides.

I know it was you that absconded with my breath taking dawn.

Now I just wander with tenebrosity searching for my glimpse of light.

But take heed when I say my kismet was not sealed the day we met!

Begone you omen of my days! May the shadows envelop you and take you where you belong! I was born to shine! Begone.

Sincerely Guady G

Don’t let anyone waste your days or steal your gleam. You are meant to shine.