writing

we capture moments....

Millennium,  for centuries, for years
World spins in endless journey.
Love,  friendship, wars, forgotten peace..
As poets, we capture moments. ..wy7stgy

And I can say for sure
My best poems I made up
Looking at his face and thinking about him.
Between us, pretty face you know,
Nature unique fascinating wild charm...

One day we will meet.
I will wear my best dress,
Before that I have to go gym for a while to fit in it.
I will do my hair nice, put few high lights, a bit of make up, I don't put much.
I like make up, face creams a lot, look at it, try, touch.
New parfum, shiny red lipstick, matching nail polish and black mascara and I am ready.
I will stop and wait.
Say: Hi, Oh my God!
Shake hand, give a hug.
Ask formal how are you?
Then ask my own: smile, everything is good?
Tell you look very good!
Touch, say wow, oh my God again .
Normal date, right.
I know few stories, few jokes, will try make you to laugh all the time.
May we have like in movies a cake.
Talk about something,
What gift would you like?

How do you know when you are in love.

How do you know?

Looking at her or him makes you smile,

I am not going be specific, just talking.

Thinking makes you happy all day,

It's twenty four hours by the way.

And you have this look on your face

When people ask to begin with something

What happened, 

Are you in love!

When you say without a doubt: yes...

Songs playing on the radio all day and night,

Singers, writers getting word awards.

I here, once again in a small cafe right on the beach of Caribbean Sea.

Writing for a while, a long while.

Hotel band is playing reggae, boy who cleans tables is reading my notes and laughing.

Three words on my page.

"I love you".

Nice note book do.

Will I get any award for it?

Oscar, Grammy?

I know I didn't make up these words,

I was the first who said it,

That's all my poem, only three words.

Close to midnight,  small cafe on the beach,

Caribean Sea, Atlantic Ocean on one side, Pacific Ocean,

Thunder lights,  loud music playing.

And all she see and hear is him.

She got stuck in the dark in Jamaican mountain,

Turist bus driving on the edge of hills,

Begging boys at Bob Marley home village got all her money,

Strange man sold weed instead of cookies. 

Now she knows what it is.

She doesn't care, really,

All she see and hear is him.

No Internet, no phone number,

She is going to eat this huge bun with butter, dinner, lunch, stay all day under the hot sun,

All she see and hear is him.

Inner voice is sleeping:

Leave her alone please,

All she thinks about, see and hear is him...

In the loud playing of the music, dance,

You are the best, you are the best.

I hear every word, I feel every move,

Don't stop here. I wish looking forever.

Grant me my wish.

I wish you to be happy. 

I said you are very talented.

Remember my words....