Flowers are symbolic
Words are hyperbolic
Sometimes. Or maybe
Not. Love is a happy
State but elation can't
Be permanently held
On the highwire that's
Life. We balance our
Happiness each day
My heart is full of love
A happy state held on
Life's highwire. I am
Elated but not giddy
Just intently, quietly
In love. Hearts, flowers
Author Archives: TheRealTamara
For an opinionated woman such as I, blogging is an excellent outlet. This is one of many fori that I use to bloviate. Enjoy! Comment on my commentary.
Tomorrow ♥️
Cool fool, not a tool
Just all dovey and in
Love-y loses sense to
Fund his senses it's a
Common problem if
A fool falls in love, he
Has no commonsense,
Looking for passion in
All the right places.
Sensation excitement
Kisses and embraces
We are all fools when
We are in love. Cool?
It’s Tuesday the 13th. In February this means that the day that follows is V-Day, a saint’s day that for no particular reason I can see is designated for lovers and intimate dinners. The ultra-romantic in me is moved by Valentines Day 💝 but today’s poem is an offering of the silly rather than the sentimental.
Shine like Diamonds
On this evening, I am beguiled
Shiny reflections off that big
Building in the Bronx. At least
I think it's in the Bronx. It is as
Bright as diamonds studded on
Every facet of the facade. I am
Puzzled, the windows here are
All lit. This is not the case in
The buildings closer to home.
Diamonds echo on the bridge.
It's dusk yet not dark enough.
To do Ta-done
Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.
Honestly, does anything ever
Get crossed off? Don't we, one
At a time, shuffle to-dos from
Top to next on our lists? It'll be
Done tomorrow. Or next week.
Like a rotating resolution, to-do
Is an aspiration, one more thing
To do. Keeping up with your list
Of to dos? Great. You're done!
Can’t complain
Why?
Why did she hesitate when
She could have moved with
Certainty, moved forward in
Time to catch this bus as it
Idled, ideally positioned to
Pick her up. Why hesitate?
Why wait til that moment
Had passed and certainty
Certainly gone. Why wait?
Versus vice versa
Against the tide and up
Close is where it begins
To get personal where it
Looks like a fight to the
End that endlessly drags
You around. You want to
Hold your horses, but can
Only hold your water and
Ball up a fist, pugnacious
To the core. Up against it.
Slamming at windmills,
Going against the tide to
Find trouble even where
There is none. Up close.
At last
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?
Dying is a selfish act, devoid
Of companionship, committed
Alone and sometimes in the
Dark. It is your dark darkening
As everything quiets. Those
You loved cannot participate.
They may be sitting with you
By your side, but you are alone.
This is a moment of privacy.
A moment for keeping your
Own counsel, letting the
Quiet and the darkness settle.
‘Plaints
What do you complain about the most?
Our family joke was always that
The Complaint Department was
Closed. It was an order to come
Back tomorrow, when, of course,
It would again be closed. No one
Was allowed to express any form
Of displeasure. Complaining was
For sissies and unseemly. Closed.
Player
What are your favorite sports to watch and play?
Playful doesn't define sports
Even peewee football is so so
Serious. They're waiting for a
Huge contract, I warrant you.
If you're watching, it's because
You've got money on the game.
Summo championships indeed.
Bets wagers bets odds and outs.
Tamara, really 