SONNET 'Granddaddy' by Trinity

My soul is weary ‘cause my heart does mourn

for granddaddy, my most dearly beloved.

I feel as if it’s been ripped out and torn

because he lies still like he never was.

I will lay his heart right next to mine

so that where his leads mine will follow.

I hate the fact that we ran out of time

for now my soul is a friend of sorrow.

My heart once beat from the love he had shown

unconditionally, no strings attached.

But now my heart has been left so alone

because no one compares, there is no match.

More days shall pass when my heart beats sadly

‘Cause my heart will beat, but not granddaddy's. 

POETRY: 'Poker Face' by The Trinity

The sight of a

new woman

impairs the heart,

but one cleans

obsessively to erase

the tracks of all

tears, making

sure there is

no way to detect

the broken heart.

The main objective is to

deceive the opponent.

Cry silently but

bluff aloud.

 Don’t be foolish

enough to throw

all cards on the

table, for that

mistake was made

before and everything

that was once

possessed was taken

away. Though one

may hurt, the m.o.

must be kept in place.

POETRY: 'Photo' by The Trinity

The past caught in a frame.

A moment frozen still,

never to be thawed

again.

One’s history in a square.

A monument that never

crumbles.

Former times dwelling

in the latter days.

A resurrection of memories

on what used to be.

A reminder of who once

was.

The one thing that can

make time stand still,

a necessity, since time

is what takes away the

dearly beloved.