A Toast: To Triangles with Jam

This poem is the work of myself and a fellow poet, who is the most random friend I have in many ways. Thanks for helping to write this one, B! #Respect

Our world is filled
with plans and schedules
We are all-consumed
with that inexplicable restlessness,
longing and sadness.
Hectic paces keep us
tired and stressed,
pulling us away
from everything that really matters

Everyone has a calendar
that religiously they follow.
But no one has the time
to jump in a rain puddle again,
the way they did
when childhood beckoned.

Whatever happened to blowing bubbles
just for the sheer joy of it?
For happiness, for bliss.
For sanity!
Why don't we ever shout
'I love you!' from a rooftop?

When was the last time
you walked aimlessly?
How long has it been since you
experienced a 'spur of the moment' moment?

We are great planners,
amazing schedulers.
There are countless apps
to control our lives.

Did your phone tell you
to hug a stranger ever?
Was that tri-tone alert
instructing you to sing just for the love of music?

I'd love to know
what happened to random and spontaneous…?
When did 'impulsive'
leave our world?

I propose a toast
'To the bride, to the groom'
'The business deals'
But more importantly,
TO TRIANGLES!!

Don’t ask me why,
just listen.

We run, we jog
from meeting to meeting.
And yet we completely missed
the gorgeous autumn colors.

Our suits are power,
the ties match perfectly.
The crease in our pants
lead down to our designer shoes.

Ever thought of trying
unmatched socks?
Or better yet...
clashing colors?

Are you smiling now?
Are you kissing a love one after too long?

Be bold! Be daring!
Your comfort zone
is hindering the true experience
of a life stress free.

Yes, it's a toast I propose
With butter and jam.
Here's to you and me
As random as can be.
Forever.

Written by:
Rod E. Kok
Boshika Gupta

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September 27, 2012

Don't tell the person who's paying my OT, but I am writing this during working hours. My role here is pretty much nothing...I only work if something breaks. And the chance of something breaking is slim. Now that I said that, it's gonna turn all bad. Now, the important stuff. Poetry. Writing. Yes I have been working on it. Not as much as I would like, but it's coming along. Keep tabs on my website, follow me on Twitter (@fifafan1969) and on my Facebook page. Thanks.
FF

Dear Moon

I gaze out my bedroom window

the night is dark.

God's creation is asleep...

well, except for a select few.

The moon is awake over here

gently lighting our world.

The moth strives for its heights

mankind has been there, done that.

Silence! The wind rustles the

dying leaves of autumn.

Aye, darkness prevails

aside from the pale shimmer.

And that light...the moon

grins down on me through

my bedroom window.

What does it know? The future?

Is tomorrow the day I go beyond

to Heaven? Does the moon know

that I will be higher

someday?

No, the barren gray rock

reflects light not of knowledge

but only of safety.

Shine on, dear moon. My path

is lit in the darkest hour.

Goodnight, dear moon. And thank you

for your time tonight.

September 23, 2012

In what seemed to be the blink of an eye, the weekend is over and I am about to head into my sleep. I knew it would go fast, because I suspected how much fun I would have. And time flies when your having fun. And so it's over. And I would do it again in a heartbeat. Golfing in the mountains, having some time with my family, going to Church, listening to some music and doing some writing. I can't imagine what would be more fun. And all of it, in pieces and in whole, serves as inspiration. And I think that most of it shows in the poem I started writing tonight. I am excited by this one...I believe it has some real potential. Hopefully tomorrow I can do some work on it. But for now, I must sleep. Monday beckons with a crooked finger and a sideways grin. I sure hope I have fun...that will bring me to Tuesday so much quicker.
FF

September 19, 2012

Not much happening around here lately and it is kind of disappointing. I wrote a poem the other day, felt really good about it (still do), but I haven't written anything since. It is mostly due to laziness. And the pressure that I put on myself to come with 'epic' every time. I need to learn to relax and let the words flow naturally. And after a conversation with an author today, I decided that I should find a balance between writing poetry and writing stories (Thanks Lori). I don't want to burn out one and forget the other. What does this mean? It means that Lionel is coming out of the closet. Oh, um...NOT THAT CLOSET! No, he is coming back into my writing world. Good grief, I haven't seen Lionel for a while. I wonder how he's been. Stick around...I'll let you know.
FF