nightbirdblue
Poem Published
21st Jan 2022 9:43am
21st Jan 2022 9:43am
The Editor
the editor puts
their life under scrutiny
windows of opportunity
close in time
inaction may feel
like an option, for a while
but you simply can’t
turn back the clock
once you realize
what you’ve done
you have a moral
responsibility
so if your ignorance
is an illusion
then you can understand
my confusion
did you have my
best interest in mind?
do you realize where
you crossed the line?
invasive...
their life under scrutiny
windows of opportunity
close in time
inaction may feel
like an option, for a while
but you simply can’t
turn back the clock
once you realize
what you’ve done
you have a moral
responsibility
so if your ignorance
is an illusion
then you can understand
my confusion
did you have my
best interest in mind?
do you realize where
you crossed the line?
invasive...
#secrets
#family
#morality
#responsibility
#deception
292 reads
4 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
21st Jan 2022 9:43am
21st Jan 2022 9:43am
The Editor
the editor puts
their life under scrutiny
windows of opportunity
close in time
inaction may feel
like an option, for a while
but you simply can’t
turn back the clock
once you realize
what you’ve done
you have a moral
responsibility
so if your ignorance
is an illusion
then you can understand
my confusion
did you have my
best interest in mind?
do you realize where
you crossed the line?
invasive...
their life under scrutiny
windows of opportunity
close in time
inaction may feel
like an option, for a while
but you simply can’t
turn back the clock
once you realize
what you’ve done
you have a moral
responsibility
so if your ignorance
is an illusion
then you can understand
my confusion
did you have my
best interest in mind?
do you realize where
you crossed the line?
invasive...
#secrets
#family
#morality
#responsibility
#deception
292 reads
4 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
21st Jan 2022 9:43am
21st Jan 2022 9:43am
The Editor
the editor puts
their life under scrutiny
windows of opportunity
close in time
inaction may feel
like an option, for a while
but you simply can’t
turn back the clock
once you realize
what you’ve done
you have a moral
responsibility
so if your ignorance
is an illusion
then you can understand
my confusion
did you have my
best interest in mind?
do you realize where
you crossed the line?
invasive...
their life under scrutiny
windows of opportunity
close in time
inaction may feel
like an option, for a while
but you simply can’t
turn back the clock
once you realize
what you’ve done
you have a moral
responsibility
so if your ignorance
is an illusion
then you can understand
my confusion
did you have my
best interest in mind?
do you realize where
you crossed the line?
invasive...
#secrets
#family
#morality
#responsibility
#deception
292 reads
4 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
21st Jan 2022 9:43am
21st Jan 2022 9:43am
The Editor
the editor puts
their life under scrutiny
windows of opportunity
close in time
inaction may feel
like an option, for a while
but you simply can’t
turn back the clock
once you realize
what you’ve done
you have a moral
responsibility
so if your ignorance
is an illusion
then you can understand
my confusion
did you have my
best interest in mind?
do you realize where
you crossed the line?
invasive...
their life under scrutiny
windows of opportunity
close in time
inaction may feel
like an option, for a while
but you simply can’t
turn back the clock
once you realize
what you’ve done
you have a moral
responsibility
so if your ignorance
is an illusion
then you can understand
my confusion
did you have my
best interest in mind?
do you realize where
you crossed the line?
invasive...
#secrets
#family
#morality
#responsibility
#deception
292 reads
4 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
29th Sep 2023 10:06am
29th Sep 2023 10:06am
De-Classified
..most people think that
poets are phony
...maybe quirky..a tad bit unhinged
..but never phony
when we decide to un-beautify our words
...and give them the laymen
they thought they always wanted
from us...
....and once we give them that work
and once they feel
...the kind of hurt that burns
to the core,...the things we've always
see in 3-D
......they learn...
oh hell yeah they learn...
....suddenly how...
poets are phony
...maybe quirky..a tad bit unhinged
..but never phony
when we decide to un-beautify our words
...and give them the laymen
they thought they always wanted
from us...
....and once we give them that work
and once they feel
...the kind of hurt that burns
to the core,...the things we've always
see in 3-D
......they learn...
oh hell yeah they learn...
....suddenly how...
#love
#family
#friendship #LifeAsAWriter
#friendship #LifeAsAWriter
219 reads
6 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
29th Sep 2023 10:06am
29th Sep 2023 10:06am
De-Classified
..most people think that
poets are phony
...maybe quirky..a tad bit unhinged
..but never phony
when we decide to un-beautify our words
...and give them the laymen
they thought they always wanted
from us...
....and once we give them that work
and once they feel
...the kind of hurt that burns
to the core,...the things we've always
see in 3-D
......they learn...
oh hell yeah they learn...
....suddenly how...
poets are phony
...maybe quirky..a tad bit unhinged
..but never phony
when we decide to un-beautify our words
...and give them the laymen
they thought they always wanted
from us...
....and once we give them that work
and once they feel
...the kind of hurt that burns
to the core,...the things we've always
see in 3-D
......they learn...
oh hell yeah they learn...
....suddenly how...
#love
#family
#friendship #LifeAsAWriter
#friendship #LifeAsAWriter
219 reads
6 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
29th Sep 2023 10:06am
29th Sep 2023 10:06am
De-Classified
..most people think that
poets are phony
...maybe quirky..a tad bit unhinged
..but never phony
when we decide to un-beautify our words
...and give them the laymen
they thought they always wanted
from us...
....and once we give them that work
and once they feel
...the kind of hurt that burns
to the core,...the things we've always
see in 3-D
......they learn...
oh hell yeah they learn...
....suddenly how...
poets are phony
...maybe quirky..a tad bit unhinged
..but never phony
when we decide to un-beautify our words
...and give them the laymen
they thought they always wanted
from us...
....and once we give them that work
and once they feel
...the kind of hurt that burns
to the core,...the things we've always
see in 3-D
......they learn...
oh hell yeah they learn...
....suddenly how...
#love
#family
#friendship #LifeAsAWriter
#friendship #LifeAsAWriter
219 reads
6 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
29th Sep 2023 10:06am
29th Sep 2023 10:06am
De-Classified
..most people think that
poets are phony
...maybe quirky..a tad bit unhinged
..but never phony
when we decide to un-beautify our words
...and give them the laymen
they thought they always wanted
from us...
....and once we give them that work
and once they feel
...the kind of hurt that burns
to the core,...the things we've always
see in 3-D
......they learn...
oh hell yeah they learn...
....suddenly how...
poets are phony
...maybe quirky..a tad bit unhinged
..but never phony
when we decide to un-beautify our words
...and give them the laymen
they thought they always wanted
from us...
....and once we give them that work
and once they feel
...the kind of hurt that burns
to the core,...the things we've always
see in 3-D
......they learn...
oh hell yeah they learn...
....suddenly how...
#love
#family
#friendship #LifeAsAWriter
#friendship #LifeAsAWriter
219 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
Babuska's sarmale
In a snowy Romanian village, during Christmas cheer,
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
#children
#Christmas
#culture
#family
#narrative
100 reads
9 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
Babuska's sarmale
In a snowy Romanian village, during Christmas cheer,
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
#children
#Christmas
#culture
#family
#narrative
100 reads
9 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
Babuska's sarmale
In a snowy Romanian village, during Christmas cheer,
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
#children
#Christmas
#culture
#family
#narrative
100 reads
9 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
Babuska's sarmale
In a snowy Romanian village, during Christmas cheer,
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
#children
#Christmas
#culture
#family
#narrative
100 reads
9 Comments
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