The Beat of my Heart…
I’ve been racking my brain trying to make sense
of it all once again.
Love can drive you insane.
But it’s such a wonderful feeling.
Finding the one person in this
vast ocean of fish.
Is honestly deeply
fulfilling.
The one person that calms
your nervous system
with simple things like holding
your hand or even a kiss.
What more could you ever ask for
with someone like this.
She doesn’t even really know that’s what
She’s
done to me.
From the moment my eye caught her
standing there.
That first glimpse.
I felt my heart light up with a spark of
love so
bright.
Like I was a lost ship at sea
and she was
the beacon signaling me.
Her, grace that guides
her way.
Those green eyes,
That perfect Mona Lisa smile
she gives.
Every single thing about this girl is
what I’ve been longing for.
Why I feel like these feelings are real and
how they continue to persist.
Hope she and I become so much more.
Only time will tell if we’re aligned in this loving
spell.
I’ll look forward to the day that we look
into each other’s gaze and feel the
same.
The day that I can simply say
I have always loved you…
Turn it Off…
It’s been a few months now, I just see you in passing
I always make it a point to say hello.
Something simple, like “hey how’s it going?”
When on the inside I want to say so much more.
But I have to turn it off, because I want to pour out my very soul.
Tell you I still think you’re the most beautiful girl I know.
Something beyond simplicity, like I dream of the day that you and I met, and my life was forever changed.
Like, the seasons changing, every leaf, not one spared or the same beyond relief.
Like the lifespan of a caterpillar, emerging from the chrysalis, life ever changing into its most elegant existence.
That’s what I’d like to say, but I won’t.
I’ll turn it off and cut it short, not to let it show.
I’ll let you run through my head, build a place to call your own in my heart instead.
But I’ll turn it off and keep it to myself, it was nice to dream, but it wasn’t meant to be.
So, hey how’s it going…
The Cost of Living…
What’s it cost?
The cost of living, that is.
How many of us are struggling?
Why is my life considered valueless?
No matter what we do, the struggle is real!!
No matter what we choose, are we uplifted?
It’s too much to bear, the cost of living is tightening.
Not releasing its choke hold of death or to the brink of it.
What does it have to take, for us to be and feel ok?
Counting bills that keep coming.
Reorganizing in the sense of importance, picking and choosing if I make it today.
Picking and choosing if I pay this bill or the next one that comes later this month.
It’s not ok.
The cost of living is changing, and not for the best.
I’m really trying, God knows I am!
Trying to lift myself up again.
But even then, it requires money, money that I just don’t have.
I can’t go to school to better myself, without paying an arduous amount that isn’t always forthcoming and easy to spend.
Because yes in the end it is worth it.
But can I even get to the end?
I mean putting food on the table, and a roof over our heads is probably more significant, right?
The cost of living is too high!
It’s taking a lot from me.
Everything that I can muster, everything that I have, and it’s never enough.
I don’t get paid enough, yet I’m expected to pay more than I have or even make.
Even if I choose to live better, the cost-of-living chooses the latter.
Even if I’m ready to sacrifice, it almost requires my life.
When is enough, enough?
Do I have that choice?
Is it really by my hands, that I actually stand a chance?
I’ll be honest, you may call me a bitch and maybe I am.
But right now, it feels like I don’t have the power to stand…
- This poem was published in the December issue of ROI Faineant Literary Press! https://www.roifaineantpress.com/post/the-cost-of-living-by-poetic-dad
I Am…
I have always been… enough.
Lately though, I’ve questioned it,
Felt out of place and second guessed it.
Fallen out of grace and trying to replace it.
Feeling the turmoil within, as a palpable and tangible expression.
Attracting the negative, while hoping for the opposite.
Wondering why am I even going through this?
I’m a loving father.
A hard-working individual.
An aspiring poet.
Finding my footing as I know it.
I am enough.
I have always been.
It’s time I embrace that.
It’s time I grew alongside of it.
“It” being me…
The person that I am,
My true authentic self and all the love within.
I am.
And have always been…
Enough…
Tranquility
Recuerdo Persistente…
Despedirme de ti, es algo que no quisiera hacer.
Como la canción “Amor Eterno”, mi corazón sigue consentido con usted.
Perderte fue perder la persona con la que siempre respondía.
Es doloroso, aún sigues y siguieras viviendo dentro de mi corazón.
Nunca pero nunca te voy a replacer.
Ya no estás conmigo, en mis días cuando más te necesito.
Pero me diste lo que me mueve adelante con lecciones que corresponden a lo que puedo hacer.
Gracias por todo lo que me regalaste y tu punta de ver.
Gracias por darme las cosas que viven dentro de mí que son partes de ti.
Aunque ya no estás aquí.
Ellas siempre serán partes de mí también.
Eras mi super héroe, mi Superman.
Y seguirás siendo esa persona aunque conmigo ya no estés.
Te quiero mucho, y siempre te voy a querer.
Tu recuerdo, sigue persistiendo en los corazones de mis bebés.
Siempre te recordaré…
The Poetry of You
I know its rather silly of me, but I have you on my mind pretty frequently.
So, I begin to miss you, when I'm not near you.
Suffice it to say I'd love to hear from you.
But its still pretty early, so I don't want to wake you after your busy shift last night.
So I'll let you rest and keep you in my mind.
Thoughts of you I welcome in.
The muse to my writing, one thought with you and pen and paper will meet, forming beautiful words.
You are poetry at its finest.
An elegant verse.
Poetry personified, with your rhythm and rhyme, like watching birds fly.
You are the embodiment of grace, with that heavenly smile.
Like the seasons, your beauty encapsulates spring when flowers begin blossoming.
Your soulful gaze, that welcome me in.
Big bright Green Eyes, that sparks the fire I have inside.
Tender and fierce, the best combo sincere.
I could keep going with this.
Just thinking of you induces creativity too.
You have been the inspiration for a lot of work.
When you come to mind, a novel I could write.
I wish you could see just how much you mean to me.
I call you Princesa, because you are my poetic princess.
The Poetry of You is just the beauty of this world.
Like a calm sunrise, when the wind blows by and the birds flying high.
You are poetry, I could write endlessly.
Ari
My baby girl, you're ten years old and you've lived so much in these short years.
I'm beyond proud to be your father.
You bring me joy and light as you grow older.
You motivate me to be the best person I can be.
Strive to achieve greater things.
You've got the world in front of you, you can totally conquer it in a day or 2!
I believe in you!
I love you my sweet girl!
Yanna
My little sweet baby!
How I love you!
Your rambunctious nature and your precocious demeanor and only three years old.
Your laugh is contagious, you are meant for greatness!
I am always proud to stand with you as you reign over this world with your heart of gold and that soulful joy.
I love you so much my little bug.
Poetic Dad 