There Goes The Broken Car

There Goes The Broken Car

whose car is that? i think i know.
its owner is quite sad though.
it really is a tale of woe.
i watch him frown. i cry hello.

he gives his car a shake,
and sobs until the tears make.
the only other sounds the break,
of distant waves and birds awake.

the car is old, broken and deep,
but he has promises to keep,
until then he shall not sleep,
he lies in bed with ducks that weep.

he rises from his bitter bed,
with thoughts of sadness in his head.
he idolizes being dead,
facing the day with never ending dread.

at first i wasn’t sure if i will dive myself into this prompt. i haven’t used any of these online websites in writing not even with simply rhyming words. i’m not even aware they exist. but, well here i am and i had fun🤭🤭🤭

This week David has shared the POW, Denise DeVries’s great poem ‘Generation Gap’, https://skepticskaddish.com/2023/01/18/w3-prompt-38-weave-written-weekly/

Denise’s prompt is to write the first line of our poem using a word generator, followed by between 2 and 18 lines of our own – great idea!

I used the Poem generator for my first line, https://www.poem-generator.org.uk/

Love Happens Up on Spillwords Now

we can pretend not to care for as long as we want; but love happens when it happens and there is nothing you can do about it…

Love Happens

i wonder how it feels to kiss you
it happened; you stopped wondering
i stopped hoping, ‘cos indeed, no matter
what happens there is no denying
that in between our pretenses
love happens.

🌹go to Spillwords to read the full poem.

🌹here is the link to it: https://spillwords.com/love-happens/

🌹kindly visit Spillwords and when you’re there don’t forget to click the ❤️ button for me.

🌹thank you to Dagmara K and the Spillwords Team for this publication

Love Happens, on Spillwords Tomorrow

🌹can you fall in love with someone unexpectedly?

🌹my poem “Love Happens” will be up on Spillwords tomorrow, Dec. 10 3am Eastern Time; 3pm Philippine Standard Time.

🌹Below is the link to it once published:
https://spillwords.com/love-happens/

🌹kindly visit Spillwords and when you’re there don’t forget to click the ❤️ button for me.

🌹thank you to Dagmara K and the whole Spillwords Team for this publication.

Yes

Yes

i’ve said yes
a million times
on many events
on many occassions
on many circumstances
it felt good seeing the smiles
and sighs of relief of people
i’ve given my “yes” to but nothing
compares to when i said “yes” to you.
it was my biggest “yes” ever
the kind of “yes” that leads us to forever.

the year is 2022.
i said “yes” to many more years with you.

That Afternoon; December 3, 2022

That Afternoon; December 3, 2022

you had me not at “hello” but at “goodbye”
you had my heart the moment we were over.

that afternoon when you asked for a chance
“what about us?”;  but there was never “us”.

you had me broken not by you leaving
but by you wanting to love me and stay.

that afternoon when you asked for a chance
“i love you”; i never gave you my honest reply.

you had me wondered how life has been
for  it has always you ever since.

that afternoon when you asked for a chance
“you’re too late, damn i hate you”; my mind went crazy.

you had me believed in love that lasts a lifetime
for i loved you then and love you more now.

that afternoon when you asked for a chance
“make me yours, be mine”; it happened though years had gone by.

you had me on a roller coaster ride kind of feeling
for you caught me off guard, unaware of what’s happening.

that afternoon when you asked for a chance
“will you marry me?”; i said “yes” without a blink of an eye.

that afternoon, December 3, 2022; our chance of a lifetime.

For David’s Weekly Prompt:

Britta’s prompt guidelines

• Write a poem, any length, any style;

• The title of your poem must be a date, including day, month and year;

• Your date can be in the past, the future, or, simply the date on which you are composing your poem;

• Fictional/speculative dates are welcome (For example, “Captain’s Log”, in case you’re on Starship Enterprise; and yes, before you ask, I am a bit of a Trekkie… So now know my deepest, darkest secret!)

Mistletoe

Mistletoe

find me a mistletoe
meet me in a day or two
we’ll then share a kiss or two
‘cos i love the thought of us
frozen in time under
an exquisite magical spell
of a christmas kiss.

find me a mistletoe
maybe then there will be me
and there will be you
sharing enchanting moment
of love so pure and so true
find me a mistletoe then
kiss me so i won’t be blue.

3 am

3 am

i wish i’m not where i am now, wondering

all the stupid crazy bullshit i regret doing

i held on to my pride for so long

i was better off away running

damn! i wish it’s not 3 am.

in the middle of my quiet gilded thoughts

i so wish badly i didn’t have to call it quits

i blame it for being arrogantly full of wits

i wish i had all the world’s courage and guts

damn! i wish it’s not 3 am.

i wish it’s not 3 am, i sure would be

to where you are precisely, i’ll flee

tomorrow as i woke up, i’ll see

the sun beaming full of glee

damn! i wish it’s not 3 am.

damn! i wish it’s not 3 am

damn! i’m dying to be where you are now.

On A Tuesday

This poem was inspired by a comment made by Reena (https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/) in my previous post, “On A Monday.” Here’s what happens on a Tuesday.

On A Tuesday

i know you’re probably somewhere
having coffee out of bare necessity
to get by the day’s grind and be fair
to yourself, you need a break; enjoy.

so here i am in my crazy weird thoughts
wishing i could be that cute coffee mug
your holding now, so i get closer to your lips
how i want to feel the warmth of your hug.

so here i am in my crazy weird thoughts
wishing i could be that pretty lady flirting
taking your orders in her widest smiles
how i want to see, your response beaming.

i know you’re probably out somewhere
taking a break from the hustle and bustle
of life’s melodramatic exuberant fanfare
please take care wherever you are.

‘cos baby, here i am
in my crazy weird thoughts
you’re probably out somewhere but
in a place, we used to go to for a coffee

on a
Tuesday afternoon.

Two Poems: One Star & One World

One Star

i beg you, my love, to
look at the sky tonight
sure we see the same light
that one lonely star from afar.

how astounding it is
as it shines brightly despite
the struggle to fight
the blinding lights around.

that, my dear, is how i love you
from where i am for no amount
of oceans and seas apart could make
me love you less than you deserve.

how did this happen i continue to ask
i struggle to understand the ocean
of doubts in our hearts, but i sure
miss you like hell, truly yours, my dear.

One World

it’s perfectly alright
to see the world
as an astounding
place to live despite
the chaos and the discord
the war and the conflict
the global warming and hunger
for when all these are over
we have but one world to live
the earth where God made for us
to tend and to manage.