NO SENSE GUESSING
Sometimes becomes always when the glint in her eye is real
Or it becomes forever to measure how long a mothers love is real Sometimes it stays sometimes with her promise to kick her habit
And sometimes Sometimes morphs to never when lies built love and you can’t grab it
And Sometimes we start over facing Vegas Odds so Long
Sometimes our inside us Hero awakens and rights the Wrong
And Sometimes we know that Always
We earned this place that we Belong!
Bobby O
- Author: Bobby O ( Offline)
- Published: August 5th, 2024 05:14
- Comment from author about the poem: One step in front of the other w purpose and honest intent
- Category: Fable
- Views: 39
Comments9
Variability is part of life. Loved the first line " Sometimes becomes always when the glint in her eye is real" The next line is powerful and deep. Addiction can be a one step at a time battle. It matters not what type of habit it is. Powerful write Bobby
I love the way you really dig in when you read and you always unfurl the meanings or direction of my intent. Thanks brother.
Like a face..you end up with what you deserve
Along the way we declare and we earn?
Great write
Thanks T
You're welcome
i am sure that often what are essentially lies are not meant to be hurtful but rather employed to try and delay or lessen the hurt of another anticipated failure .. I know it aint easy quitting anything .. I also know I enjoyed these words even if I got it all wrong .. in my head I could see it all unfolding yet again .. neville
Everybody is write. I was invited by this monster Jazz Trumpet player , who’s on a national tour, to join him onstage and recite a poem. Maybe you might take a peak? It’s a recently published
Jazz is Life (Live) to view my brush with people who belong on stage.
I shall certainly try 🎵🎶🎶🎵👍
Sometimes poems are good writes.
"Whaddya mean 'sometimes'; I prefer 'always' when one comments on poems" was the reply. lol.
Who’s on first?
And yet - sometimes I may as well be in cuckoo land, where some poems become too cryptic for me. lol.
You ain’t selling me that one my learned friend.
Powerful work Bobby. I relate to this on many levels. You nailed it.
Hanging on to the dream.
Sometimes
Always are the times that you own your words and then they can take jazz-like shapes and colors. You always deliver, even when you’re promised false hope. Stay on that stage and keep on, Mr Bobby O.
My heart skips a little beat when you honor me with your kind words. Did you watch the video I posted?
Yes and commented with cheers…still waiting on the link about your project, when you’re ready…
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