Captivated by your eyes
Breathing deeply and letting out sighs
A short wondrous elevator ride
Elation with you by my side
Molten lava oozing
The eagle spreads its wings
As the the bird sings
The ship missile is out
Strong and mighty on route
Then I open my eyes and you step out
What a wondrous ride indeed.
Hugs from Brooklyn Love Guady G
Leaves change color
Soon they rest on the ground
I’m comforted knowing that a barren tree will once again thrive
It’s nature and a cycle that is expected to reset
But the lone tree saddens me because it chooses to stay barren
It finds comfort in being isolated
It prevents the growth of its own beauty.
Whatever fruit they could have provided shall be no more.
It’s sad that you bring them the sun, water and nourishment yet only cold winter days is all they want to see.
In the future it will be that sole fallen tree in the middle of the forest. No one will know about it and worse no one will care.
Please don’t become that lone tree. Seek help or let someone help you. You are important and you are loved. I send you hugs from Brooklyn.
With Love Guady G.
It’s not about the story written
It’s about the story yet not told
Sending you hugs from Brooklyn
Oh that night you did abscond after saying of me you were so fond.
You were a mere blip in my memory bank but from the present you did me yank
When I saw you had emailed from a ship that had already sailed
Catapulting me to the darn past full of memories that were a blast
What did it all signify? An impulse? Love? Or once again to defy?
I wrote back hoping it meant something but to him who absconded it meant nothing
Only a few words to mystify. A peek from where he does hide
Was the plan to make my heart go astir? Tell me! Tell me something sir!
It’s not fair to rise from the abyss. Knowing your words I surely did miss
You just severed the last ties of our bond by choosing to once again abscond
A ghost can be Casper all it wants but not to this girl who knows what she wants
Oh honeybee sweet honeybee, I know now you really don’t love me
Don’t you even worry about me. I’m as happy as can be
I want to hate you but I can not. You are my muse and I just wrote a lot
Let me know what you think about my poem. My muse doesn’t amuse me with his antics. I send you hugs from Brooklyn. Guady G
Silence, oh silence I can hear it loudly It communicates to me That there are no words Only silence
Wretched me to be surrounded by loudness Yet all I hear is your silence
Utter a sound Please do it now Before my hearing Starts disappearing
And all you shall say Will be but for me Nothing But mere silence
Happy Sunday my lovelies. Sending you hugs from Brooklyn. Let me know if this makes you think of any experiences.