embrace them all,
the thorny memory you recall,
embarrassing smell that haul,
overall, the overwhelming fall
embrace them all,
foul it may appear
it won’t last forever
unless you are clever
to brighten them ever
with a smile shining to all
12.7.2021
Tag: poem
Let
let there be love,
not the cheap kind,
but one with freedom
imbued with honey
matured with warmth
of those working arms
let there be love,
not the showy cold one,
but with softness with
likeness of furs of a chubby
white Angora kitty
let there be love.
12.5.2021
Blind
do we stab at each other
thirsting for love?
a fresher kind of love,
the lustful look, thrill
of youth, risk, and rich?
in a city of backstabbing,
bats fly about like butterflies
in the dark night sky
luminous with luscious skyscrapers
12.4.2021
Zero
just one more game,
I feel alive, unlike ever before
heck, even that Hemingway’s
been on his race horses
so let me have this rush, come on!
I deserve this, I survived today
let me have my game already!
let me live the life!
yet you realize
there’s a mountain load of work.
yup, go back to your cave
and start digging away your work
12.2.2021
Wishing
red dot on my phone
I think how happy I’d be
if I see your warm thoughts
unveiled underneath the app
absence of your words
strikes like a burning hammer
like the grey sky of an empty city
like a shadow of a bird who chirps
12.1.2021
Waltz
head hurts
heart burns
eyes dried
hair reeks
one more day
one more gig
another stretch
another let-down
still,
rise, rise again
drum your beat
march head-high
rise, rise again.
11.30.2021
Race
thighs are burning
throat is dry
jaws are clenching
teeth are grinding
fists gripped tight
as if to pulling the air
thrusting the body forward
time has never been too tangible
limits of free moving body lamentable
but don’t give up the race yet!
it ain’t over till it’s over.
11.29.2021
Scribbling
scribbling on an iPad
as if to set it on fire
words float in mind
like cereals in the ocean
of oat milk
rub them well, squeeze them tight,
but they won’t stick
and morph into ugly
before you know it
yet, you row
row like there is a final stop
row like you will be saved
row like there will be an end
to this suffering one day
11.28.2021
Deadline
in a dark silent corner of a library
a single lamp light is lit.
deadline looms overhead
like an unpaid apartment rent
a heart cannot be jailed by deadlines
so it pumps the blood out to catch up
as golden seconds slip through fingers
madly tap-dancing on a keyboard
11.27.2021
Wind
cold winds rushes in
dead tree leaves in mid-air
dancing in a whirl wind
your warmth, so longed,
dwells in a prism of memories
still waiting, still charming
perhaps, one day,
our hands will touch.
11.26.2021
Ralph with Coffee 
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