Admit it, try

Or deny:

But fortune cookies aside,

At some point in our lives,

We missed thanking

Someone’s kind thing. . .

. . . generosity, courtesy,

Loyalty, empathy,

Devotion and affection.

Take it literally,

But better yet spiritually:

It would be nice to have a Bible on the side;

Read Genesis and you’ll get it right,

Who created the air we breathe?

Are we entitled to all the endowments and gifts,

Even the benefits and privileges we received?

Can we force families and friends to return the love and care we give?

Truth,

Plain truth:

Thank you can bring sunshine

To one’s cloudy day.

To a call center rep,

It’s a jackpot

To hear a customer say.

Thank you when receives,

Is a recognition of good deeds,

Of hard work,

Of goin’ the extra mile,

Of gifts and pleasant things, bringing smiles

And music to ears.

Thank you when spoken,

Is a testament of a character,

Of an attitude,

Even of a fortitude.

It may sound so common;

so rudimentary;

But when we earnestly say,

“Thank you;”

We experience divinity.

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Personal Note: Another repost from my previous blog. Actually, this is my first adult poem in its original version, Truth is, I revised it a few only to realized its sentimental value.

More truthfully, it was a brave call, a true audacious one—for a woman to express sensuality—but I am happy with the outcome.

Anyways, here it is. Thank you everyone! I miss you guys. I owe you tons. Forgive me. And thanks again.

SHIVERING TO BLISS

Hungry lips met

As ravaging kisses were exchanged.

Touch every touch

Burning with desire

As our bodies and soul entwined

No words uttered

As we purred for more

Wanting, owning,

Exploring

Each other’s core

We shivered to bliss

Of sweet surrender

Letting burrowing tongues

Dig deeper beyond our soul—

And since then,

The longing for more has grown.

Aching, craving,

Crazy dying for you

For you alone. . . ,

Hoping you know

How badly

I still want you so.

A mind—by default—

is a door closed to pain and ache,

some of the given living in this world.

A loss—be death or defeat—

does not exempt any eyes

from secretion.

A struggle—be disease or hardship—

batters hope

and body to exhaustion.

An emptiness—be absence or loneliness—

carves a hollow deep within;

even drowns the soul.

Don’t hold ‘em. Let ‘em fall.

Tears are clear and pure, don’t say no.

There’s grace from good grief—grow.

Take a step or a leap.

Go for a talk or a walk.

Keep moving with the clock. . .

Time is a great company.

It has M.D.

Got it thee?

Death brings peace

To the deceased;

While it stings

The bereaved.

What hurts the new born

To bellow; to tears?

While one or two

prematurely rejoice and relieve. . .

. . . Amp up!

Life is a feat.

Thick, rough, sharp;

But beneath the hard shell

Could be grief,

Loss,

Despair,

Loneliness,

Fear,

Insecurities,

Whatevah evah —

A troubled soul is in hiding

And only compassion would dare seek.