Poem: Silly

I write this in a sleep deprived state
hoping for coherence and some sense
yes some sense
a sense to my sentences
or perhaps some sense you display
or you
that why you be reading something silly
quite silly really
if it started with this
‘I write this in a sleep deprived state’.
Go on, take a moment and think
really think
what was it you were hoping for
a story
a scene
an emotion riddled piece
or an observation of life?
Or just something silly
really
since that’s how it began.
Here is what might astonish
or even despair
or you may laugh
or smile
that humans are curious
curious indeed
to know and discover
to expand beyond their own life
seeking knowledge
or a moment
or a new breath of life.
And that’s what brought you here
to this silly little poetry
that truly isn’t about anything
but you and me
being silly.
So go on
turn that frown
(if there is one)
till it’s upside down
as I bid you goodnight.
🙂

What am I? (poetic puzzle)

And so goes my life
wasted seeds I hold inside
with a little dash of sweetness
and a gathering of chill
twirling and swirling, and swishing
scrumptious helping of fruits
or the sharp kick of salt
and then there are days when the tang is bitter sweet
twisting the face but caressing hearts in heat
and so they drink, in my name
upon shaded yard by great Oak trees,
or in toasts of glee.

I sound like Shangri-la
but a place I certainly am not.

I make a Wish

All I can ever say as an introduction to this piece would be: lol. Regardless of what it is, I had great fun scribbling this down! Enjoy.

Were I to wish
a wishiest wish if ever I could make
then my dear
the dearest dear if ever I have met
I would wish
that the first hello you hear
would be from me amongst the sea
if ever the biggest sea I have ever swam in
and though you may find it an ease
to utter a hello back to me with a flutter
I pray my dear
the pleadiest pray if ever I have pled
that hard be it for you to say the word goodbye
My dearest dear, the loveliest dear
I wish now as I have ever wished before with my ever pore
that there never be a moment of ‘fare thee’ on your lips
if ever such a moment could never ever be.