In this world of Uncertainties
I’m the man that you can trust
And in my words of sincerity
That my love would never last.
And if you could only feel, what i feel for you
You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth
Like our love that tightens the rope,
Like a light that would give us hope.
As you watch the dark skies
Let me grab the moon for you,
And as I catch the bright stars
That’s the way you can see me through
As this planet turns as it always will
And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel
Hold my hand for it will make us strong
Like a wind, we will carry on
The wind blow that sings a hymn for you
For they know what does love means for the two
Love is blind, and not deaf
So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet?
In this poem with full of rhymes,
A full of love, Babe can you be mine?
I don’t expect too much from you
Why should I? If you complete my whole.
“Till death do us part” that’s what they have said
But why do struggles crash them ahead?
Don’t ask me when my love will last,
To count all of our quarrels, is that a must?
Now and Forever is all that I promise
No day dreaming and without reminiscence
As the matter of time, as the time passes by
Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :)
pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless
Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana
I need a nurse, dressed in white
With all the lace and sexy trimmings
My heart is throbbing
In loveless pain
Without my nurse I will go insane
She may caress my woes away
When the rooms all quiet
I will whisper please stay
Hop on the bed and fill my dreams so pious
In the dresser there, you will find the whipped cream
As your uniform slowly drifts to the floor
I shall star at white lace and demand so much more
Mouth to mouth, yes save my soul
Kiss my hopes and make me full
Dreams of a nurse so naughty and pure
Surely shall make a man smile with delight
So kiss me now on the lips
Before you endeavor on your grand trip
Into my heart
Continuation for Tim
Wake up! wake up! WAKE up!!!, oh uhhhh hi Dan
Copyright © arthur vaso
Written 7 March 2014
Bruce and Jennie, both were 10,
Had been playmates all their lives.
One day, Bruce proclaimed,
“Jennie… most good men have wives.”
He professed his love for her.
Jennie said she loved him too.
They decided that getting married
Was ‘the right thing’ to do.
So, Bruce went to speak to her father,
Who was doing yard work at the time.
“May I speak to you, Mr. Johnson?”
“Sure, Bruce. What’s on your mind?”
“Sir, I love your Jennie;
And Jennie, she loves me;
But we need your permission
To be married… to be “We.”
Impressed by Bruce’s courage,
He knew this confrontation must be tough.
He smiled and asked, “Bruce, are you sure
You love my daughter enough?”
Bruce’s face became stern, he said,
“Mr. Johnson, let me tell you…
I love Jennie so much…and she loves me.
We’re both sure it’s the right thing to do.”
He was moved by Bruce’s ardor,
But permission was not his to give.
So, quick as flash, he responded,
“But Bruce…where will you live?”
“Sir, I measured her room;
Then I measured mine.
Hers is 40 percent bigger.
We’ll live there. We’ll be fine.
If we have extra stuff,
We’ll keep that in my room.
We’ll keep our places neat and tidy.
You won’t even need a broom.
And both our parents can save money
On babysitters too.
Even if you do things on the same night,
You’ll only need one sitter, not two.”
Mr. Johnson was impressed with his logic,
But this marriage idea was no longer funny.
He smiled and said, “That’s good thinking, Bruce;
But what are you gonna do for money?
“Why, Mr. Johnson, I get twelve-fifty a week allowance;
And let me remind you, Jennie also gets ten.
Throw in our birthdays and Christmas cash….
Why, we might even have money to lend.”
Desperate now, he thought,
“Next, I guess they’ll want a car.”
Then he asked, “But Bruce, what if you have kids?”
"Aawww," blushed Bruce... “We’ve been lucky so far.”
Copyright © Robert Candler
I was fishing with Dub “Stinky” Crank
down on Bayou Rumpawpaw.
We were in Dub’s old rusty boat;
it didn’t have any noticeable leaks,
so we deemed it to be seaworthy.
We weren’t having a good day of fishing,
caught a couple or three goggle-eye.
We were doing more drinking than fishing,
so we really didn’t care.
Then, to our surprise,
a mermaid appeared right there by the boat.
She said her name was Jewel,
could have been,
who knows when a mermaid’s lying.
It was love at first sight for old Dub,
but then again, he was drunk.
Copyright © Jerry Stevenson
So, as we say in Greece
That’s where I’ll End my story
For the things that happen next
Weren’t made for song of glory
So many Tails, throughout the ages
Have spoke of love and loss
Of passions and betrayals
The triumphs and the cost
But never was one told
That meant as much to me
To launch a thousand ships
And survived through history
And with every great Greek story
There’s a lesson to be learn
So, I’ll leave you with this message
Now the last page, has been turned
The moral still stands true
Throughout all time, which passes
Don’t steal a person’s love away
And beware Greeks bare-ing asses
THEE END Authored By Jerry T Curtis
The Year of The Horse
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis
Why does the ape dance?
Because he has a hot date
with a chimpanzee.
Copyright © Jerry Stevenson
Just A Couplet od Lovers by JTCurtis Oct 8, 2014
As I hop upon my Metaphor
I hope I still have Rhyme
I need to make the last Quatrain
Which leaves at ten 'til nine
My Haiku's waiting for me
I Lyric her so much
That I, bought a mixed bouquet for her
Of Triolets and such
A gift wrapped Box of Canzone
I know she'll like to eat
Those Blitz', Choka, Clerihew's
Are Villanelle sweet
One day I hope to buy her
A huge Diamante ring
And List forever, in a world
That's Free Verse-ever-ing
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis
dancing for joy
Sitting on an open shelf
This beautiful maiden
Strolls into the shop
As my eyes whistled
She picked me up
Holding me in her hands
Smiling down at me
Oh I love
Words had trembling effect
with this cheese
Taking me home
You took a little bite
A little taste
Out of me
Lips softly grin
bursts in flavour
Opening a door
You placed me
on top shelf
Felt like royalty
Lights out wow
The last face
Ever so beautiful
out of date
Left in the dark
A smell started
in fungus hair
Awaiting you in dreams
You open the door
in the fridge
All I done
was shout cheese
Thrown in a bag
with the rubbish
That's me done
It was so sad
The green hairy
As you will not like
To see the ugly side
Of the green
Copyright © liam mcdaid
I can tell you love my
from the bottom of my
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan
Your love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and i'm
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried
by the dove of someone I use to know.
Copyright © Sam Ruby
I do not know?
so, the frenzied hunt is on,
for that perfect gift,
that unique something,
for that special someone.
diverse species of stuffed animals,
gold and silver anklets,
carefully trimmed bouquets,
painstakingly worded cards,
gift vouchers, moonlit dinners,
cruises, picnics, breakfasts in bed.
Gosh, I’ve got to run,
I’ve just thought of exactly,
exactly what my cat will love…
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses
Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained.
So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign.
The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore.
So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door.
Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more.
I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head.
But before I knew it, I’d knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead.
When he finally put the fire extinguisher away…
I got up and got some of the kids’ apple tarts I had made.
He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn’t hungry and the pain would fade.
Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades.
And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide.
At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH HHWell…
But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell…
I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled.
So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell.
He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs.
I guess I wouldn’t have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well.
But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells…
He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he’s made of the right stuff.
Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough.
He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough.
He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such.
He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night.
But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite.
So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed.
I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?
Copyright © Carol Eastman
chocolate hearts and candies in boxes
play their part in having me nauseous
passion a project for the masses
roses in package, romance the passage
red, white and pink, fed right in the link
bed time in sync, just what you think
that one day out of three sixty five
your partner should get recognized
consumption used to fortify
love thatll last the rest of our lives
trickier than lovers that are porcupines
a sort of lie, could put a hole in your heart
bigger than a quarters size
beyond the balloons, heart strings in the loom
the only thoughts i consume,
is i need a sun with my moon
Copyright © Davin Payne
I once used to be ‘hot’ for old What’s-Her-Name,
That girl that set my first fire aflame.
Just being near her would make my blood sizzle,
Then suddenly she was gone without even a fizzle.
I sadly regretted that old What’s-Her-Name,
And wondered what went wrong, who was to blame?
I got over her, then another, and another,
Then I found the one that I chose out from all others
I sometimes still think about old What’s-Her-Name—
Just passing thoughts without regrets or shame.
But if I dwelled on her, I would be most ungrateful
For the one that I love who’s always been faithful.
I found online my old What’s-Her-Name,
Though she was listed by his other name.
Maybe someday I’ll just send her an email,
To say I’m happy for her and to wish her well.
(Chorus) We meet new people and change as we grow.
She whom I love now, back then I didn’t know.
Like waves crashing on a weathered seashore,
That which once was is now never more.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday
I’m a hopeless romantic
Now please cut me some slack
Yes, there’s more to this life
Than love’s beaten track
I just can’t write about fish
And I can’t write of the farm
I can’t write about frogs
For me that holds not a charm
I can’t write about wars
And I can’t write about keys
I can’t write of history
Go easy on me, please!
Yes, I guess I’m limited
Stuck in mediocrity
I’m trying to be diverse
It falls flat, can’t you see?
So I write tales of love
And I write about passion
Can’t write about trends
Or the latest fashion
I write about suicide
And I write of addiction
I write about my life
Not some sort of fiction
I write about my daughter
And I write about hubby
I write how much I suffer
To be thin and not chubby
I write about God
And I write about heaven
But can’t write about 9
Much less about seven
So please hear what I say
What you all write is grand
It’s just not my way
I’m stuck in love’s brand
I’m cheesy, I’m sappy,
Dripping with goo and such
But this hopeless romantic
Loves your poems so much!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Copyright © Eileen Manassian
Folks who know me are aware that I seldom write romantic mush.
Such saccharine verse is alien to me and causes me to blush!
But just this once I'll paraphrase some verse upon which you may muse.
Perhaps it'll arouse your curiosity, but as to its source I'll provide no clues!
"Ah! How beautiful you are, my darling, there is no flaw in you!
My heart begins to pound for you - my head is drenched with dew!
Your breasts are like two fawns - like the twin fawns of a gazelle!
How beautiful you are with your delights that I know so very well!"
"You are as fair as the moon and stars, your smile brightens the dawn!
Your temples are like pomegranate halves my precious sprightly fawn!
Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of a craftsman's hands!
Thy lilting voice is as melodic as a legion of celestial bands!"
"Your lips are like a lovely ribbon and so lovely is your mouth!
Thy arms that embrace me are like a gentle zephyr from the south!
You have stolen my heart with but one glance from thy limpid eyes!
You are as graceful as the majestic eagle as it soars through pristine skies!"
"You lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my precious bride!
How I long to have you forever more walking at my side!"
'Tis beyond this mortal to write such mush or any like it thereof!
Check out Solomon's Song of Songs for more such lurid tales of love!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw
Thoughts displaced by rolling palpitations,
From left to right grow these numbing sensations,
A face which spirals down, drooping from smile to frown.
Time hibernates in this moment protracted,
Legs bow and shake to our drama just acted,
Senses into overdrive, does pain show you’re still alive?
Oxygen masks, Coxes’ rowing commands,
Heart beat machines is what love demands,
“You need time to relax”, prescriptions from Quacks,
Is love just a commonplace heart attack?
Copyright © Dan Keir
How many poetry books = 1 Nissan Pathfinder exhaust system.
How many bluebirds? Money is how we thank people for what makes
How we express our love and gratitude.
Weight and moods, up and down, with weather and outcome of
I am so sick of humanity, people. Wouldn't I prefer chickadees?
Then I get home, that is the comfortable tree hole I've been longing for.
Aaron pitches and plays piano. Zach likes lacrosse and math.
The mound was soft, sand, with a hole big enough for an urn or to hide a
But Aaron pitched carefully anyway, slow strikes and the opposing team
What would God's work be? Meaningless question. Today's schedule:
Write fund raising letters, conserve small farms. Local food, local jobs.
Don't transport food coast to coast. Save fuel, less CO2.
In my opinion the dislocations resulting from climate change and global
warming will be within man's adaptive capacity. On the other hand.
Also, green industry will open a vast employment market, a job for every
The good life, unsustainable, we're poisoning our children although my
children are not so poisoned. They're bald. Unusually bald. Good
looking bald. Future of man bald. Happy bald.
Bald eagle. Nesting, mating near Karen Sheldon's, a conservationist,
philanthropist, on the river, whose husband recently died. During
romantic dinner on a second honeymoon in Paris, so I've heard.
That's Jake's spirit come home as an eagle, Karen said. Isn't that
great, I said, and the she-eagle he's nesting with!
-I'm gonna kill that bitch.
Compare Captain Carpenter and In a Prominent Bar in Secaucus One
Day. In each case the hero's (heroine's) body declining
Under life's duress. Anything located in Secaucus, NJ could not be
considered prominent, could it?
In the end, clack clack takes all. Hard to end a poem better than that.
Clack clack the crow's beak, upper and lower mandibles meeting.
From hunger, or it just does. Crows clack clack to communicate.
Whitman's greatest poem is Out of the Cradle . . . also involving
communicating birds, in what is initially an embarrassingly emotional
display. All that italicized moaning and yearning. Get away.
Then, clack clack, he turns on you. Death lisping, straight into your eyes.
Suddenly you realize you should have taken him seriously, been
In the meantime, traffic, corn, new exhaust system, ask for money, save
farms, poor people, sun on garden, whole wide world, wars, stars.
I gave up long ago on a quiet world. Now going deaf. Then it will be
quiet, too quiet.
No more birding by ear. "No more fucking." I mean really . . . I was
moved as anyone by Hall's honest poem about Jane dying and I
guess fucking can be music to someone's melody, stand for living,
but not me.
No more birding would have had more meaning. I'd rather bird than
fuck. No more fucking, no more worry, no more war.
Which is why I'm gonna kill that bitch is so funny, such a life-affirming
At first I worried Karen really believed the eagle is her husband. Maybe
But that punch line makes her the kind of woman I want to know.
Copyright © Robert Ronnow
I do not know?
Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)
...Staggering, my vision cloudy,
I fall to the hard ground.
when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,
and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.
I see myself slipping,
down the abyss to where nothingness exists,
still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,
for my will to stay persists.
I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,
my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.
It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,
I summon the strength from deep within,
I rise, slowly, to face the day,
I refuse to sink,
to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,
for I am stronger now,
indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,
I stand, bruised and bloody,
I refuse, to sink, to drown,
for they can try, to punish me some more,
but I shall not allow them to grind me down…
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses
I'm a hostage and it's great
I'll gladly be your inmate
And put under lock and key
With no choice of getting free
You can take all the control
Of not giving me parole
A life sentence I will take
I promise to never break
Out of this cell I am in
Wanting my life to begin
Chained together now and always
As we walk down the long hallways
Of our hearts so full of care
I'm not going anywhere
I'll be jailed happily
Never wanting an attorney
To defend me from your love
I can never get enough
So book me without a chance
Of freedom from this romance
Charge me for eternity
With love in the first degree
Copyright © robin davis
It seems your face
in my mind. From
the first time I saw you,
of your face
in my mind 'til now.
or reboot my my mind
of your face. If my
and you a software,
no virus would
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi
I am a woven thread of red, white and yellow,
I make hundred emotions mellow,
I transcend your walk into a flight of swallow,
With chimes, I fulfill nature’s hollow.
I am a woven thread with possible decors,
You love the way I adore,
I see the world through your color,
I inhale the world through your odor.
I will be your solo anklet,
I will embellish your ankle,
I will cover your wrinkle,
I will make tiny bells jingle,
I will make chimes sprinkle,
I will spread happiness,
Being your anklet.
I have two beads and a bell,
I don’t make sonorous sounds real,
I have pop colors to make you feel well.
On your ankle, I dwell,
Like a precious threaded jewel.
I won’t let anything harm you,
I won’t let a scratch to attack you,
I will turn myself into a black thread,
I will add an evil eye bead,
I will protect you from every danger,
I will be the solo ranger,
On your left toe.
On your ankle, I will be red string of fate,
Keeping me, you will find your soulmate.
I will be sea green beads on your toe-ring,
I will be the silver drops that always shine,
I will make you smile,
When you touch me, remembering sunshine.
I will be your sunshine,
I will glisten in moonshine,
Because your body is my shrine;
I am the flower oblates on your feet,
I am the threaded anklet over your brood.
I might be a mere glass bead string,
I am your accessory ever dazzling.
I am the happiness, always raining.
I am your ankle-string, always roaming,
Copyright © Jayeeta Shamsul
All men want freedom
To dream with their eyes wide open
So they can reach the sun
With just one nail
And take the whole universe
In their palms
Well, all men need respect
They find it funny
To show any emotion
Public or private
Oh, who said they wouldn't like
To love or to be loved
To admit they're defeated
By the eyes of their beloved women
Looking at them as to gods
Copyright © Berinde Ovidiu-Claudiu
I’m not known as a romantic
I detest dreamy haikus
And love senryus
Sent to me with chocolates
And nervous smiles
It’s not easy,
to please me
Unsteady gazes and sweaty palms
Make me nauseous
Why I even said yes, in the first place
Is a mystery to me
Boy’s essences in Men’s bodies
What he’s capable of doing
Is greater than his understanding of my delicacy
Bouquets of reddest roses
“Why would somebody give somebody else a plant’s reproductive organs?”
Couldn’t he be, just a touch more, discreet?
Suggestive phrases and raunchy sentences
Make me dizzy with regret
Until the day Males of my age stop taking me on dates to places
That have a value menu meal
Finally realize that I am more than just a pretty face
And have more than good looks to seal the deal
I. Refuse. To. Date.
I probably had the worst date of my entire LIFE last friday. A disaster. This poem
pretty much caps how i feel right about now. blehh.
Copyright © Bella Cardenas
I do not know?
So I am asked to make a poem about turtles,
Then I how I think of how they met,
So let me tell you a little love story,
About these two named Charles and Levette
With their spotted necks and detailed shells,
They met at a river bank with flowers shaped just like bells
It was love at first sight,
Like we will all like to know,
But since they were turtles,
You can say their relationship moved kinda slow
Copyright © Ariel Tavaress
She was just being
When I asked her
About the weekend
And she said
Now I realize
She “was” being romantic
And what she said
Copyright © CJ Krieger
Saying Whatever, Why don't you care
Why should I have bothered with you
I tried so hard without thanks
Should have made Beans and Franks
I had slaved all day
In the Kitchen
now you get
Copyright © Kelly Ortega
She thinks she can decide when it’s off to bed we go
I didn’t reply to her text, she knows I read it though
You can play your games with other guys but not me
She’ll send a text along the lines of “you just lost me”
This is a new situation to her as she’s used to guys doing as she says
5 minutes after getting her number most men give her a call or text
She’s used to guys giving their all for sex
But with me she isn’t going to get a replay
I’m comfortable to show emotions other men are scared to show
And I’ll take you to places they were scared to go
But we’re swapping roles and doing this on my terms
Then we’ll see how this love affair will grow
You’re used to being in control but I’ll decide the places I take you
And when you’re ready to get naked I’ll wait too
Make you wait until you can’t take no more and you beg for it
Until you realise I’m the right guy and you get your heart in check and head sorted
Whi9le you try to tempt me by wearing revealing clothes, some see through
I’ll kiss on your neck and rub your inner thigh just to give you a preview
But that’s as far as I’ll go
Making you wish I decided to be the start of the show
I’ll ask you questions and make you say how you feel
For the first few dates you can pay for the meals
Go for a few drinks and have a little flirt too
Get to know each other but this is a role reversal
Copyright © Alex Duffy
Alone, she sat quite still,
her gaze full fixed ahead.
Enrapt by visions fed,
scarce breathing e’er she will
disturb perceptions’ fill,
quiescent as tho’ dead.
Into the room he crept,
his probing arm around
her body, no more bound,
so quickly was she swept.
As fingers so adept,
respiring without sound.
Too soon was reached his goal;
TV remote control.
16th August 2015
Copyright © Bill Lindsay
I do not know?
My wife told me to be more romantic
And to book a table for Valentines Day
When we arrived at the snooker hall
I can tell you there was all hell to pay
Copyright © Paul Curtis