Thirteen Paper Airplanes

 

Thirteen Paper Airplanes




Thirteen paper airplanes later
I realized that boredom can kill
And I rounded them all up
From their landings in high and low destinations
And crashed them all into the fireplace.


What is about the weekend
That makes you feel like
Life is passing you by
Like you're missing out on some great something
That can only happen on a Saturday?


Saturdays used to be a time
For cartoons and serials and cereals
In big bowls full of milk and sugar
And stained pajamas and sleepy mamas
And all was right with the world when the t.v. was on.


Not any more.....now,  I can't stand the t.v.
With it's death-o-matic never ending gore
It's sound effects so ear-catching
It makes you want to pummel someone
Just to see if you can re-create that sound.


Talking heads spewing tele-prompted script
Offering opinion and counsel, advice and contempt
Cruel humor and sanctimonious noddings
That put you to sleep
Until the pre-arranged melee breaks loose.


The radio is no better
You hear the same tweaked songs
Over and over until you know them by heart
And you sing along until you figure out
That they're all the same song, just a different tune.


Sex sells. Oh, yeah?
Well, who wants sex that can be bought
For crying out loud? Isn't that dirty sex
That makes both the seller and the buyer dirty
Even if it is just a pornographic song?


So, why am I ranting and raving
On this beautiful, sunny Saturday?
Why am I thinking of these things
That make me upset in a deeply shallow way?
You tell me.


I think it's because
I'm alone in a world full of lonely people
Trying to find meaning in a meaningless morass
Of news, blues and Blue-toothed crazy people
Talking to themselves as they walk through K-Mart.


Maybe I should go to K-Mart myself
And buy some pretty colored papers
Colors like reds and golds and greens
Bring them home, get out the design book
And make more glorious airplanes.


Yawn. God, I've got to get a life!
Got one nobody is using?
One that's already been used up to the full
And discarded because it was just too exciting?
I'll take it. Long as it didn't belong to Cleopatra.

I hate snakes.

©by Voo
May 23, 09
3:11 p.m.

AT LAST

 

At Last

Nestled in
Our solitude
Like baby birds in downy nest
We croon to one another's tune
And sing our solaced hearts to rest.

Too many nights on rain-hued streets
Too many days in sunless cloud
We crept alone like keyless thieves
And cried inside but not out loud.

Seeking for a silver lining
Searching for a bowl to fill
Looking for a life, untarnished
And love received, believed and real.

For in the dark woods of the memory
Was there we lost the taste of good
And wandered, lonely, like homeless gypsies
Begging love like it was food.

Until we stumbled
On one another
Until we fell in desperate grasp
In empty arms that bade us welcome
And made for us a home at last.

And there's no need for consolation
Regret, or time to mourn the lack
We lost our lives on haunted highways
And love has given our lives back.

And it is here
We'll dwell forever
To savor all the joy we've found
Like birds that sail on winds eternal
Our feet no more, to touch the ground.

©by Voo

Feb 23, 13

10:18 p.m.

Squeeze Me Like An Orange

Squeeze Me Like An Orange

Squeeze me like an orange

Kiss me like a peach

Touch me like a tropical breeze

On a moonlit white sand beach.

Play me like a violin

And a song you love so much

Write on me a symphony

With your prodigy's gold touch.

Dance me like a tango

On a polished marble floor

I'll throw you thornless roses

And I'll call you back for more.

Hear me like a lullaby

Calling from the deep

Pulling you to waking dream

From the twilight realm of sleep.

Love me like a hungry man

And a prisoner set free

I'll be your banquet, your muse, your dance

As you are, love, to me.

 

Tu Me Besas Muy Rico

.....song goes with poem.....

the world's sexiest song in my view

©by Voo

Jan 26, 2005 
11 p.m.

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