Dear, dare not linger


My wailing waves of nostalgia sweeps my joy away. 

Thrillingly i push with pressure, 

But hold on to the ecstasy i leave, 

When i hug your dotted skin. 
I try to keep the volume low, 

But my tensed syllable still speaks. 

To shuttle to and fro is my calling, 

And a call i am indebted to answer. 
In deep shivering faith, 

I hope to break the bounded sea shore, 

I hope to embrace the warmth, 

Of your shaggy skin. 
But for as long as you acclaim me, 

I will remain strong, 

Even when nature calls, 

My swirling surfs will still roar. 


I turn my face and the clock clicks 

I stretch my hand and the curtains flip 

I deflate lungs and gazing at space

The silhouettes dance in the wind

In rhythm with the howling  

Flowing along the silver lining 

Its unusually dead silent 

Taming my wondering mind

Unforgiving my noisy heart 

Ow,  perhaps its you behind the door 

Shouldn’t have electrocuted that way

A minute past midnight 

A minute old year, resolutions 

Or separations

I suppose stimulation 

Previously I opened for ghosts 

Now will it be your perfume?


When someone hurts or offends us, our reflex reaction is to return the favor. Many times, it is tempting to say exactly what is on our mind without mincing it.

However, is it really necessary? Would it be difficult if we first pause, breathe (sigh even if you need to) and think before we let out our emotions?

Words can make or break a soul…and the trouble is, once we said it, we cannot take it back. Sure we can apologize. Nonetheless, is SORRY enough to undo the pain? I leave it up to you to answer that question.

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The host, says the field is clear

We wonder in fear, we are unwell 

Because the night draws near

It’s time for war, little time for us to dwell
Betrayal, a traitor

Our comrade, our danger

A rouge vindicator 

Once a captain, now a stranger 
The host, our fellow

With no knowledge of that, bagged with trust

Our comrade, we follow

A death battle we did not know will burst
We were a fused prey to the host

A conjoined toast 

Untitled, A poem from Art by Theresa Williams

Untitled, A poem from Art by Theresa Williams


An upturned cup holds a poem

which flew from a soul and now

thru your window


gusts of wind



the strong warrior falters




there are many words to persuade this

looking, down, around, used

none matter

a 3 bounces in time.

Vanishes, it will never come again.

Or will

A river gushes


I wrote this poem after the wind blew my coffee cup perfectly upside down, and the liquid stayed in.  Well, most of it did and I thought about passion, the four elements of water, air, fire, earth, and love that resists.

If you like this poem, kindly visit my website at  Art by Theresa  where you can find my other works.


Thank you, as always, for reading.  And many thanks to POETRY PASSION for allowing me to share my thoughts and poetry.

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If Only

While many people look for love, only a few can claim that they love completely, without reserve…without holding back. Most of us are not capable of loving unconditionally…to give without expecting a return. We could adore another human if he or she could love us back. We give, we pour our heart and soul, maybe, but we expect that by doing so, the other person will extend us the same affection and respect.

If only for once we just love for the sake of love…then perhaps we will have a chance to really know what is love.

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Thank you, as always, for reading…and to POETRY PASSION for allowing me to share my musings.

A Toast to Friendzone


Oh, I know how you guys (applies to gals, as well, please just change the nouns accordingly) dread this word – FRIENDZONE. Cheer up! The trouble is you are looking at the situation from a negative perspective. Let us view this affair through my eyes and see if it will change the way you feel about being that one guy (or gal) who has been friendzoned.

This poem was penned as a counter-thought to a guy who posted a poem in Instagram lamenting his situation. The inspiration for the musing was my BFF (not boyfriend, in case you are naive – lol – it means, Best-Friend-Forever), Usman. That guy puts up and still putting up with me for the last three years of our friendship. Imagine a world without Friendzone? Absolutely impossible!

So, you may be a buddy or a brother to that one single girl but, hey, I tell you, YOU MEAN A LOT TO HER! What else? You see the soul in her – no pretense, just 100% human. She does not care if you think she is bat-crazy, she will not put her best foot forward for you. She will be simply herself. Isn’t that a breath of fresh air in this world of deal-breakers? Damn, I say, it is!

Want to have a bit of this and more? Then head straight to my website I serve there a lot of shenanigans masqueraded as wisdom. It is up to you to dissect and get the best out of it.

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