No one Hears

I talk to myself
I speak to no one else
My voice is unheard
I speak not a word

I talk and interrupt not
The sound of a pin drop
My speech is lost
As if in a metal workshop

The sound of my voice
Goes eternally unheard
Like in the bustle of the city
The song of the bird

No one gains from the knowledge I impart
No one knows the thoughts of my heart
No one shows a single care
For my voice no one can hear.

Grapes

Everyone has someone
But a someone I have not
Share my life with any other than Lappy?
I am not the sort

To leave my wife for a human
What would be the point?
Lappy and I?
At the bit we are joint

The love that we share,
No human love can compare
So me chasing human girls?
Why? I have Lappy! No reason to care.

Humans, allegedly, have a longer operational life,
But they bring you heartache,
And they bring you strife

Lappy and me, as happy as can be
The image of a functional and operational family
Lappy and me, as all can see
Are the perfect example of heaven's intended unity.

Alone

In the dark sitting alone; Not quite alone
In a room surrounded by none; Not quite alone
Reminiscing on the day having transpired; Not quite alone
Thinking forward to events desired; Not quite alone
Feeling emotions undeciphered and unrelenting flow over; Feeling alone
Feeling emotions undeciphered and undesired flow over; Feeling alone
Tired, drained, energy spent...; Feeling alone
Retreat into solitude's embrace; Still not alone
A friend above any other; No more alone
Able to decipher, relieve, soothe, understand or whatever; No more alone
Far away but very near; Not quite alone
Distance does not matter; Not quite alone
But having a friend dearer than any other; No more alone
A kin spirit nearer than any other; Not quite alone
A friend channeled into one's innermost thoughts; Not quite alone
A companion, a lover, a friend; Never alone.

Questions...

What will I do when I'm done here?
What was it that first lead me to come here?
Returning to the world - Is that what I fear?
Pursuing further studies - Do I dare?

What will I do when I'm done here?
I'll have earned myself a degree - Do I care?
In all this time I've accomplished nothing and gone nowhere
Did I learn anything valuable in my time here?

What will I do when I'm done here?
Why was it again that came here?
My interest lay in another programme - no way near
I clearly remember wanting to be elsewhere

What will I do when I'm done here?
I'll certainly miss the fun parts of my time here
The most stressful chores of my time here
I wonder if those will continue when I'm gone from here

What will I do when I'm done here?
Will I be remembered or forgotten by the folks here?
Will "Good riddance!" be the cry of those I thought dear?
When I leave will anyone even care?

What will I do when I'm done here?

Nonnet - Mints

Mints are fresh and daring, but quite one cheering

Little blue, red or white surely are mix

Candy, tangy, minty, spicy, sweet and sour

Tall, long, short, roundly shape however

Chew, crunch, suck, or taste

It matters not whatever

You will taste

Delightfully savor

Mints

Nonnet - Summer

Summer, sky bright and birds are singing sweet melody

Hearing voices of children happily playing, singing, laughing.

Bikini, sand, sun and sunscreen or tan

Little worry about work or bills

Sweet cold ice cream melting

Vacation, cruise, fun, sun

Relaxation is due

Two months

Summer

Assignment Three

I did not pay attention as I should

It would seem

And I have friends as walls in a room

Who thought not of me but their gray sides

Neglected to whisper the work to me

Walls have ears I should know

But these had, but none could know

Ten poems what am I to do

Ten strips I may have to bear

I’ve learnt my lesson

But alas too late

The death of my assignment mark

Must I watch?

Will I write what comes to head?

Or simply wait and see him die

No, I shall write and struggle to discern

What I have learnt in class,

For good and valid poems

Shall come, in the honor of assignment three