New Poetry by Uma Jiji.blogspot.com

I will call you back in the morning Gave me so much hope I will see you in a bit Even more hope Later on? O you should learn to live. Life Dodge..

Dreams are made of these Some hardships and some cheese Boys are bound to grow Finding their girls and glow Serials, movies and TV shows Mother’s favorites, she knows! Dad will be glad he's home Watching, washing and some Life goes on as it does Panic button has no place Some may laugh and shine Some may complain and whine Make friends and be merry, it’s fine Stay together and be happy and dine!

Happiness I wear, As a cloak of colors You will find in me Plenty of colors, from indigo to blue From maroon to beige My shirt shines as I walk in the sun Meeting fine people at the event halls I look happy, Greet everyone with a spark in my eyes So is it my beautiful shirt That makes me happy, looking pretty Like icing on the cake, or topping with a cherry Lol, laughing out aloud, I hear someone with not a worry What happens when you pour some sauce or wine? With a chuckle they ask, do you fuss and whine? I knew, it would be so, glancing at  My beautiful sequin tunic shimmering  Is happiness in the shirt or is it in you? There is no one or no place where you could be happy all the while.. Most of the moments are like shimmering sequins Some may be like diamonds, some just so rusted.. I am happy, once I shed all my pretenses, Looking at the monarch butterflies, and flying dragonflies Birds of paradise or nightingale, even Robins or blue jays They just wish me luck and keep fly...

I was going to worry If I am ever good enough for you I am just an old song Sung too many times My odds are even worse than  Ever being worth a few dimes  Way back so many years ago I wasn’t  that little a girl Missed many opportunities  But then the spirit, I assume Was alive all along, counting One, two, three and Gong Dinner is served,  y’all  Better hurry and come along Night and day someone not lost yet  Is just figuring out as  They go on with their song If they are more like the cowboy’s way Keeping up with herds and hay Or is there a way out of This wild saddling, cinching That one of those square knots You go into the rabbit holes, Wait for a day that changes With warmth and colors, But alas the mountains Casting such shadows, big old Trees with darkness as it falls Under the stars and the rising storms.. Freezing all around Bone chilling bitter colds Biting into your elbows  With the cat in the cradle Horse in the saddle Dogs whinin...

Never got what I wished Does it matter, what I received May be much beyond anything ever.. I wished to stars, help me sing My voice could be melodious Even though notes never came out right… I wished to study well, But it was nevertheless a saga Of never-ending duties and sacrifices After all, what is it that life wants of me A life this dense is sure not a joy ride Well, despite all I am able to breath Walk, and do chores as I can.. May be the hurts have toughened My soul to withstand the tornadoes..

It’s that time  In your life You ain’t never  Gonna matter To anyone Anymore Anytime It’s that type Of a life Where it doesn’t matter  Where you been All day long Nor all night through You ought to love Yourself,  Just as your neighbor And spend your  Two cents in Making life just A little better Than what you've Seen Where you've been And make it A little more loving For one to dwell Not the same old same old  Dump of a day Every minute matters, If you take it into account Of what you give, Less trash and more matter, Then you have O yes, you have Of course you have  Always lived your life A little more sweeter A little more hotter Little more zestier, Than what your people Might know of you By trying a little more  Brighter, With laughter  And happiness Sans ignorance or  Annoyance, so You  May Just  Keep On  Being  You, Alive!

With mid Summer heat cooling a bit Weather forecast of future heat Dwindling now and bundling then My shadows, some in rain or shine I realize suddenly, that home coming Is not too far away..  Some friends gone and some lost in time My days within this home that I call me Will be only memories if not worth a dime I realize one other thing, that keeps me  Busy, day or night, of thoughts or plights That time will come.. When all is lost except hope, to survive To part knowledge, of love or art Before I depart, if not to all,  At least to one, That may matter Or none.. Yet in the back of my thoughts, Causing a nagging lingering pain,  Yet to be forgotten I realize, I do not recall you Nor your face, owing to the time spending Decades away, since I have seen May be fleetingly while waiting in a doctor’s office Or purchasing flowering plants at the nurseries Or at nearby Walmart doing groceries Or supplies for my kids projects That was done ages before, I forget how you l...