“Be the Queen of My Heart.”
What a pointless thing to say.
Rather than promising forever,
You may prove it; simply stay.
Month: January 2018
Please
Please is such a funny word.
Its ambiguity is quite absurd.
Are you making a polite inquire?
Saying what manners simply require?
Or are you begging on your knees?
Crying as you beg them: “Please”?
Lady
What does it mean today to be a lady?
Is it a question of being well-mannered and refined?
Sure, I suppose that politeness matters,
But for me, it’s a question of being genuinely kind.
Value
Ask the dying man the value of a year,
For he is the one who’ll know.
A year will buy him time to make amends,
To make friends of all his foes.
And for the value of an hour, you need only ask,
The boy who took a chance.
He went to the girl he loved and told her so,
Began their future romance.
The value of a second is easily seen,
When you watch the woman who barely missed,
The falling object that would have struck her dead,
She avoided her name on Death’s long list.
For the value of time is ever-changing indeed.
The time most valuable; is the time you need.
Greedy
Suzy is a greedy girl,
Who always wants some more.
Forever a new toy, never the old,
The old is such a bore.
Tommy is getting quite so big,
He never did say no.
Cake and sweets and apple pies,
In his mouth; they go.
Anna is a greedy kid,
Who always gets so cross.
When she isn’t the one in charge,
For Anna is the boss.
Mary has a thousand books,
All so pretty on her shelf.
And she has read every single one,
Even the ones she wrote herself.
And in the end, don’t we all?
Have wants we can’t ignore?
For we humans are a greedy bunch,
It makes us strive for more.
Sherlock Holmes
“It’s elementary, my dear Watson,” he says with a grin,
Though elementary it most certainly is not.
But I suppose that’s just how Sherlock Holmes, he is;
Brilliant beyond measure, and equally smug.
Minute
They say that a minute
In a lover’s embrace
Passes like a second
A heartbeat might outpace.
They say that a minute,
With your finger to the flame
Is like days and hours passing
As you’re only feeling pain.
I say now that a minute
Feels like many years combined
When on the phone you hear a voice
Saying you’re next in line.
Home and Away
If I’m home in my town, I’ll grow bored,
Seeing the same bloody thing every day.
So I go out in the world and I see what it offers,
And for a while, all is okay.
Then I’ll miss the things, the friends, I left behind,
And I’ll fly home again with the next plane.
And there I’ll be, so very content,
Till I grow bored and restless again.
Maria Sjöstrand 