ABC-Z To OVER

ABC - Z. (3 Poems)

Always, we promised and we
Believed the things we said.
Caring and sharing, a priority
Darling, what went wrong?
Eyes roving strangers faces
Forever searching for similarities.
Grey days turn to black nights
Heavy teardrops fall
Inside this empty soul.
Jaded now, the dreams we shared
Kisses, soft lips, longing, now
Lost, forever in our past.
Monument of your photos scattered
Novelette of the love untold.
Only to awaken to loneliness.
People look into my eyes and
Question my thoughts
Regrets are many and
Smiles are few, with
Thorns where blooms once grew.
Un-voiced thoughts, you will never hear
Veiled by walls of despair
Weighing heavily in memories
X-rayed and reflected mirrored in
Your eyes too.
Zapped back to reality.

(Responses to a couple of friends ABC poems.)
Ho Hum!

All I can say is
Brilliant writing from Rapid and Perry
Certainly they have the talent
Does it come naturally?
Evidently it does
For I am not as prolific with words, as they.
Goes to show
How hard I have to struggle
Importance of rhyme is lost with me
Joking is my limit
Knowledge is lacked and
Limerick is also a struggle
Might give it up and leave it to the experts, but
Never to put pen
On paper again will cause
Permanent damage to my moral.
Question my sanity, maybe.
Rhythm is what I need and
Spelling is a bother.
Too many versions of a word is mis-
Understood by me.
Very confusing
When you front the best.
X word is a hard one
Yearning for a new X word is a strain
Zulu warriors could do better.

Poising of Pens

Ah ha, the truth now do I see
brains are ideal for this style of poetry.
Copycat styles! Now who said that? It surly
don’t matter, to make it match. If my
escapism, to another‘s
face, can bring a smile. Just
grin and bare with me for awhile, as
happiness I will try to spark.
Idealism I’m striving for to make my mark.
Just gimme a century or two to find the score.
Kids learn to rhyme in the Queens’
lingo at an early age, but I, was intellectually poor.
My time, passed me by, when in school, I
never learnt poetry and such rules.
Only to bash boys, I did it much. And they bashed me back.
Plays and essays I was a dunce and
questions and answers, I never hatched.
Rapid - Fire, you crack us up
since meeting you here, for your help, we thank you so much.
Tell me now, is it true?
Understanding, of my poetry, is it easy for you?
Vacancy in my head. You made us chuckle.
with your poem, ‘The Levi Shuffle’
Xenophopbia, none of that here!
Your poetry made sure of that. Its clear! The
zenith, is where we’re all aiming at.