You throw me words like bullets, I try to deflect.
We speak the same language but with different dialects.
If I were a list, then all the boxes go unchecked.
You treat me like an object, like I'm something to collect.
Our interactions like oceans and I am here shipwrecked.
You say I shouldn't love you I say that's incorrect
You say I shouldn't love you and you start to disconnect
I know that we are bound to break, it's hard to accept
You choose not to remember and I choose not to forget.

You are resident of Illinois
I visited Chicago many times
now Covid bars me

I love the lake and the beach
How I wish we had met then
life is like a flowing river
some swim along
others across
few swim against the current
but I can't swim

they put me on a boat
and with a pump skin bellow
which would float
if i am about to sink

no I can't drown
I am like the rock of Gibraltar
as heavy
believe me

HER MAJESTY

me ventured out beneath teh pale
Oceanic sky in teh summery heat;
My thoughts were of my lover, soft, discreet,
When me found her dreaming on a rosy dale.

Her eyes were dark and of ancient folk lore;
They shimmered like diamonds in the gilded lights,
And beamed like streams from angelic nights,
From dat lovely Carolingian gaze she bore.

John Lars Zwerenz

I stand tall
with you all
now exhausted
by age

may not post anymore poetry
but shall read the ones
who wish me

It is a long way to wilderness
to eternity
when I will be bound on that plane
no one can say

But till then a faithful NEO
I will stay
till forgotten
as comes long a newer
younger generation
My love to the bearers of the future
of renowned poets to be Neo's creation