What Do You Remember In October

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I don’t know how to make it rhyme
when October is starting to chime.

For there are things
that I always remember
when it is October.

Those childhood days
when my teachers made me recite
all the different mysteries
in the weeks of Rosaries.

And although I love candies
I never really like
knocking on people’s doors
begging for some sweeties.

And as I grow older
October showed me its colors
when Halloween was a part
of ghostly and unforgettable horrors.

‘Though I won’t say it is the best
I did enjoy Oktober Fest
the beers are flowing endlessly
when adolescence has taken me breathlessly.

October is not just color orange
for the pumpkin and the black witches
I remember the pink ribbon
I sometimes wear on my chest

And sometimes I really wonder
why the Breast Cancer Awareness Month
coincides with Oktober Fest
Is it because my chest hurt so much
when beers in can are my breakfast and lunch?

But if there’s one thing
that I will always remember
in the beautiful month of October

I wish I will not remember
that I am not getting any younger.

How about you,
what do you remember in October?

 

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Life is like an Ice Cream

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The Mud Pie Mojo stirs some memories when we drop by in an ice cream shop named Coldstone.  Yes, it is cold but even with a heart of stone, glancing at their signature creations, suddenly I remember my first lick and that unforgettable obsession.  The banana flavored ice cream with chocolate chips, reminding me of that devotion and its rendezvous illusion.

Somehow life’s memories replicate my ice cream fantasies.  So I lick it slow then lick it fast….because I know it might not last.

 

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Love and The Street Signs

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Wheels on the highway
I hear the song on the radio

I switch the channel
Don’t want to remember

Those times I’m driving
in the dark tunnel

Refusing to listen
But I’m still hearing

the music in the park
where I see you kissing him.

So I take a U-turn
when I see the yield sign

Did not bother
to wait for the green light

I learned a lesson
for overspeeding

The blind curve sign
that I keep ignoring

And when the cop
hand me the ticket

I realized
there’s always a limit

So I park a while
and learn to accept it

That Love is best
when it’s a two way street.

 

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Typical

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Sun shines
rain drops

Blue clouds
on summertime

Flowers bloom
despite the gloom

Is it typical
or magical

When sun sets
with golden hues

Reminding you
tomorrow’s news

Will be
in a treasured chest

Of memories
you won’t forget.

And when he said
he’s leaving now

You realized
it’s typical

For sunrise
to say hello

and say goodbye
with purple glow.

 

 

Daily Prompt: Typical

 

 

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Restart, The Write Way To Right A Resignation Letter

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“Where do I begin,” (that famous line from a familiar song) to tell a story where I’ve been. Been somewhere, anywhere, nope, truthfully nowhere.

Now I don’t know how to start. They say time heals all wounds, and if missing something is a wound, and starting all over again is a form of healing then let me have a thousand scars for although I’m not a masochist, I welcome the pain of waiting. And if somehow one can’t understand what I’m conveying, it’s okay not to be understood once in a while. Why would I expect others to understand if I, myself don’t understand where I’ve been, eventhough I always claimed I know where I’m heading.

Subject verb agreement, punctuation errors and a lot of grammatical lapses. I am not an English writer and it does not pain me when I tender my resignation letter and realized that he’s not reading my letter. Yes, he is not hearing me, he is looking at my letter telling me how in the world can I write a resignation letter with misspelled words and grammatical lapses. That deceitful feeling of finally getting even by giving him a hard time deciphering what I meant when I said I’m leaving. Or is it just the real me when I blabber with incongruent statements because truthfully I am a weird eccentric person who is not good in saying goodbye.

So I closed the door and walked away…. But in no time I’m back in his arms,  restartng what could have been, what might have been, what should have been and all those in betweens.

Been There.  Done That.  How I wish I could truthfully say that. 🙂

 

 

Daily Prompt:  Restart

 

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