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A memorial poem for my grandmother

I didn’t see you in this world
When it was time to say goodbye
And somehow it seems that I was there with you
When God called you to rest.
I know you may have struggled
To let go of us here,
Just as we struggled to surrender you to the Lord,
But there’s a special place for you in Heaven.
This winter snow is bitter cold
Freezing the tears on our face,
Tears of loneliness and joy.
Always smile down between the clouds
And I’ll keep smiling up at you.
Our bodies fade and return to the earth,
But our spirit is eternal
And one of shining gold such as yours
Deserves rest.
I just missed you when you left this world,
But I’ll catch up with you later
I promise.


--AMB

I was in an odd mood this morning. I rarely write poetry and this just seemed to write itself......

Magnetism

Unclear and mixed impressions.
Approaches that connect only to fade.
Imperfect analysis and speculation.
Torment.

Blending becomes beauty.
Fog begets frustration.
Fantasy is defiled by fear.
Error.

Instincts gone awry?
Fate testing faith?
Emotion surge protection?
Patience.

(If you happen to see this, thanks for the inspiration CYL - maybe)

Dial 'D' for Death...
 

I shouldn't have done it,
Nothing important was said,
When I answered my phone,
And ran over your head.


It was just pure instinct,
As I flew down the street,
The car tore into your body,
Like a butcher with meat.


This scenario is crazy,
It's all going nuts,
Everyone is covered,
In your blood and your guts.


My brake peddle stopped working,
And things are getting worse,
As I mow down a teacher,
And off duty nurse.


I panic and freeze,
My body goes tense,
Old lady bounces off windscreen,
And into a fence.


All this death and carnage
Must be put to an end,
As I mince up dogs and owner,
Coming up to a bend.


The idea is split second,
I head for a wall,
Bricks and mortar have stopped me,
Along with a kid playing ball.


This story is over,
Maybe pushed a little too far,
But the moral is simple,
Don't use phones when driving a car.

I Love This Girl
 

I Love This Girl

She is one of the best things that happened to me

I Love This Girl

She gave birth to our baby girl

I Love This Girl

When Everything goes wrong she is always there to make it right

I Love This Girl

People say Love Isn't like it used to be,but if they knew us they will have hope again

I Love This Girl

Until The End OF Time I will always

Love This Girl.....



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broken wings and unending tears
fall turning to crystal
sealing away her memories..

pain and loneliness she cries
the darkness crawls in around,
rushing, spining it consumes her
closing out the light
she cries out..
tell me you love me..

her eyes shut tight
into a deep sleep she falls
unwaking dreams
of a love betrayed
tell me you love me..

she waits in an endening sleep
broken wings
open hands
she wait
for her love that betrayed her
to say once more
tell me you love me..

With each lightning flash,
Your face draws a little closer to mine
In this silent room.
This malevolent night without the moon’s rays
Brings forth raging passion
Between us both.
I hesitate when your eyes are only a small
Distance away from mine.
You stare at me intently,
Waiting for me to make a move.
I shake off my fear
And hold my head up high
To meet your eyes head-on.
My fear will not overcome my love for you.
This night will be the best so far.

-AMB

We came to this planet in 2022 with hopes to fit in
Yet to humans we are as bad as sins.
We have cat like ears that open to the side and a fox like tail, varying in color,
but to them we are terrorists who should suffer and be looked down on.

To them we are like mice, causing panic and eating their food,
They call us the Accopolyse and run from us.
Dogs attack us without human objection.
They think we are a gang who want them dead.

We went to that McDonald's place.
The guys there were like wolves scaring us out.
To them we are bugs, easy to squash.
To them we are like punching bags, they can do what they want and no soul gets hurt

To them we are hobos at their absolute mercy and control,
to them we are like AIDS, gravely dangerous to get involved with.
To them we are animals, unadaptable to their ways,
to them we are like viruses who want to blow their kind up.

To them we are destined for hell. Fine, hell is better than this. But before we go let us tell you the truth.

The truth is, we are spiders, scared to death of you,
the truth is we are as fragile as glass.
Together we are like a Micheal Jackson, our bad names hide our goodness,
which is is Innocent Chaotic Creativity that even now we want you to know.


Like the story of bunnies camping in sakura trees,
when some kangaroos start a game of paintball.
Or possums playing video games,
and a birds comes along and bets they can't drink a pint of punch.
Though none of that matters anymore.

Because now you capture us, you poke us with needles and wires.
You give drugs to our expecting in hopes to "normalfy" us
You beat us up when we talk, you only give us bread and water,
you make our young ashamed of their "deformations" , some have never known what a mother is!

Though there was one good thing you gave me, a name for my kind,
Nekotsune
I found a light and way out of your dark symbolicly empty cells,
to the woods I went and saw a magnificent miracle.
So as I lay by it, a hole of hate in my head I smiled as I fell into my deep sleep.

A human creature with my tail,
An Earth creature that understands me.