You, who are so perfect in my eyes, so beautiful- adorable, and I, so flawed, ugly, damaged and crawling with defects; why do you enjoy my company?
You, who are so sleek and slender, humming with a quiet intellect and a serenity about you, and I, so grossly overweight and pretentiously boastful and nervous; how can you abide my company?
You, who are a paragon of patience, so understanding and self-assured, and I, so insanely impulsive, so myopic and brimming with self-doubt; how do you stand my company?
You, who are so sweet, so considerably kind, so thoughtful and generous, and I, so bitter, so selfish, so self-absorbed; why do you choose my company?
You, who are so self-composed, full of self-control, so sound and stable, and I, so very neurotic, so completely compulsive and verily volatile; how can you tolerate my company?
You, who are so diligent, so driven and ambitious, so achieving, and I, so lackadaisically lazy, so uninspired, so complacent; why do you settle for my company?
You, who are ethical, so moral, so very virtuous, and I, so corrupt, so unprincipled, so wholly wicked; how can you endure my company?
You, who are so normal, so well-adjusted, so conventional, and I, so maniacal, so unbalanced and irrational; why do you condone my company?
You, who are bubbling with charm, who loves unconditionally and is absolutely accepting, and I, boiling with rage, fueled by misanthropy and incredibly intolerant; how can you welcome my company?
That you love and accept me for who and what I am, is a treasure beyond measure. I cherish your company, but why you cherish mine is something I cannot fathom. All I know is that I love you, my dear, beloved friend.
**This was written for two very dear friends: Karen and Tommy :)
***I also love palindromes ;)
*****FREE VERSE OLD AND NEW ENTRY
Paradise Leaving Not A Trace
I took the last picture off the wall
then my broken heart started to bawl
on the floor lay your broken vows
fat they lay like bloated cows
The love sworn by your sacred heart
flipped over like an apple cart
the corner lay three mismatched shoes
I sit here , lonely, cryin' da blues
I took that picture and held it tight
sad memories of our fightin' last night
you spat upon my deep, deep remorse
grieved as you beat on that dead horse
I saw dear hope entered my heart today
I saw a picture that reminded me of you
the pretty girl had your perfect eyes
sun shining so like you in her skies
Tell me just one more time how you care
lie to me even if it is an oath unfair
whisper gasps of our sex-filled nights
baby, please forget those recent fights
Lets hang the pictures back on the walls
lock the doors, not take any damn calls
undress as we rush into mad, mad embrace
stay in that paradise leaving not a trace
Robert J. Lindley, 06/21/1976
This was my last poem written to her before my first wife and I finally
divorced. I had my best friend deliver it. He said she threw it into the
garbage can and told him to tell me to go jump into a lake. Next morn I
knocked on the door there, her mother answered. I asked for my poem back
from the garbage can, she got it and gave it to me! I have it still with dried
food stains on the last stanza.
I keep it to remind me that too late is a damn terrible place to ever be!!! This
is the first time I have ever shared it with anybody since she never even read
I hope you may like it , for it shows that young fools
suffer too. And often rightly so...
AM I ENOUGH FOR YOU AM I YOUR ONE AND ONLY.
OR ARE YOU THE GOING TO BE LIKE THE REST.
WHO CARELESSLY PLAYS WITH MY HEART AND LEAVE A WHOLE IN MY CHEST.
AM I ENOUGH FOR YOU OR AM I JUST A TOY.
SOMETHING THAT YOU TAKE FOR GRANTED A SO- CALLED PRIDE AND JOY.
AM I ENOUGH FOR YOU OR IS THIS JUST SOMETHING TEMPORARY.
A LITTLE SOMETHING ON THE SIDE SOMETHING THAT YOU JUST WANT TO HIDE.
AM I JUST HOLDING ON TO NOTHING OR AM I HOLDING TO SOMETHING REAL.
AM I ENOUGH TO BE WIFE MATERIAL OR JUST A FLING.
AM ENOUGH TO BE SPORTING A DIAMOND RING.
WHO AM I TO YOU AM I MORE THAN WHAT YOU SAY OR AM I A SHADOW THAT YOU WANT TO JUST KEEP
WHO I AM TO YOU MORE THAN A VOLUMPTOUS WOMAN WITH BREASTS AND A BEHIND.
IS MY BEAUTY ALL THAT YOU CAN SEE OR IS IT MY INNER SPIRIT THAT GLOWS.
WHAT AM I TO YOU SOMEONE TO CARE FOR AND TO HOLD.
OR SOMEONE THAT IS HERE FOR YOU TO MOLD.
AM I ENOUGH FOR A PARTNERSHIP, A RELATIONSHIP AND COMPANIONSHIP.
OR WILL IT BE NOTHING MORE THAN A INSIDE THING OR LIKE THEY SAY IN THE STREETS
ON THE DOWN LOW.
WELL ONLY TIME WILL TELL WHAT THIS WILL BE
BETWEEN YOU AND ME.
"Your first poem was an
excellent poem....you are
skat on my first poem.
"Wonderful and deep
poem....you are welcome
to poetry soup..." That
was Poet Destroyer.
"Wow you have touched
my heart in a special way
with your poem.....your
new friend Leonora
Galinta" said Galinta.
"Well penned" said
kithinji and so many
Hearty words from these
unique poets spurred me
to write better poems.
Which they appreciate.
Poetry soup is safe haven
where feelings and
emotions are expressed
in tangible forms.
An educational enclave
where different forms of
exchanged like two
hands washing eachother.
Am most humbled to
meet these dazzling
gems radiating warmth
like the sun-a privilege it
is connect to parts of the
I believe we all will meet
someday,not in the after
Leonora Galinta is an
angel to meet,whom I
admire amongst others.
Love to set my eyes on
her delicate and graceful
nature. See her graceful
carriage, feel her gentle
hands and smiles as she
exudes sweetness. I pray
hand of time will
backwards when that
day appears as we walk
in the woods leading to
silent deep blue sea with
whispering...... A prolific
writer as well.
PD will I meet
amiable nature,full of
grace and charm. A
Skat is lovely with her
immeasurable words of
Kithinji will I love to
behold,to learn from him.
Have drink with Robin,
Alian, shake akinyemi,
stroll with Joe, hv a hike
Sibanda, dine with Ralph
Saying hi and hugs to
Meeting the soupers is
making a happy family.
Am gliding like the
eagle,soaring higher as
the day pass by.
you soupers are my
(Baron Of Ebullion)
Such explosions of love ecstatic
from fumbling youths and naive romantics.
In wedded bliss when passions flowed
two people alone in honeymoon glow
Flammable pleasure, ignitable moments to treasure,
we did love, we did fight, You and I.
Like awaited episodes of a reality show,
responsibilities began to gnaw as they grow.
The candle of love flickered with breath abated
claiming its due from fires deflated.
Though loving was tender still quick to temper
we did love, we did fight, You and I.
The children gone and the house deserted
alone again with our quality time protected.
A simple touch, a gentle nudge then smiling,
at such an age one mistake saw patience flying.
Eyes bleary, hard or hearing but recalling clearly,
we did love, we did fight, You and I.
The rocking chair now sways to silent music
only in the eyes can one realise, such beauty.
Smoldering fires of love and reined in emotions,
memorising every tryst with pledges of devotions.
Blessed with so much given and oceans of raw passion
in abundance we lived as God promised, His love unrationed.
still we hated, we had to fight, but we did love You and I.
Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad.
Sometime I sing, sometimes I stammer
Sometimes I dance on the music of my soul, Sometimes I dance on the fingers of
one single person
Sometimes I expect so much from others; sometime I myself can’t meet my own
Sometime I make fun of others and feel bad later, sometimes life makes fun of me
and I smile
Sometime I win and sometimes I lose, sometimes I don’t even understand whether I
won or lost.
Sometimes I laugh as if whole world is with me,
Sometimes I cry as if I am alone wandering in a strange land
Sometimes I give up so easily
Sometimes I work so hard that no one can stop me to achieve what I want
Sometimes I am dynamic person, who wants to change the world,
And sometimes I am a kid who expects anyone to embrace him tightly.
Sometimes I feel happy about the achievement of my enemy
Sometime I feel dejected with my own success.
Sometimes I help others and show them the right path
Sometimes I feel totally helpless and don’t know where to go
Sometimes I ask god to please give my past back
Sometimes I pray to show me the way forward
Life is composed of SOMETIMES and I just flow with that.
U admit or not but you are also sailing on the same boat.
So join me and enjoy it EVERYTIME as SOMETIMES life is very short!
Unfulfilled dreams and wasted time,
Found out the hard way that you were never mine.
Moonlit nights must have made me loca,
Stupid me, next time I’ll definitely be smarter.
How could I ever think I was your love?
My mistake - I was a blind judge.
Took me a while to see through your silly, fake smile;
Took me a while to see through your practiced guile.
A masterful seducer, bet you think you are so cool,
Yes, I feel like such a damn fool.
Weaving a web of deliberate lies and deceit,
Your best subject is “How to Cheat, Cheat, Cheat!”
Don Juan has nothing over you,
Your middle name is “Master of the Game Two.”
But never mind, Lothario, revenge is a dish served cold,
And you're nothing to me now that I've broken through the mold.
Blowing your cover,
It’s your loss, lover.
‘Cause I will certainly recover
- Faster than you think,
- Faster than you can blink,
- Faster than a shipwreck, you’re the one who will sink.
But forget you, fool, I AM MOVING ON!
I’m outta here – GONE!
We can all sit back and review the past
Of relationships that sadly didn’t last
We ask ourselves just what went wrong
And our songbird sings a sad blues song
Time to move on and get on with our life
Deal with all our old worries and strife
We can only learn from past a mistake
Hope for better days with less heartache
We cannot predict what the future will bring
But I hope in time your heart does sing
And you find the one that you’ll adore
Restoring happiness to your life once more
24th August 2014
Friends with stipulation,
Friends with stipulations is another way of saying your heart could be under
rejection with termination and deportation.
This is a friend that picks his or her situations for their own manipulation.
I sit here in darkness with strings of loneliness pulling at my heart.
The pain of seclusion is pulling me apart.
I am not a person of solitude nor can I handle fortitude.
I feel I am a person of desuetude.
This is from the so called friends that have made a choice from a conclusion
and put me in a cage exclusion.
I am just wondering were is that friend with validation,
that friend that stands with you in any situation.
That friend that holds your hand and guides you
through the end of any devastation.
This is the friend with no stipulation.
Another rainy stormy night,
nothing will ever feel the same.
Thunder makes me fear with fright,
Theirs no way to call your name.
To be alone is no delight,
here I am alone with shame.
It runs trough me like day and night,
lonesome here for playing my game.
I wish you where here to hold me real tight.
Forgive me for I am the only one to blame.
A darken rainy stormy night!
Here I whither away in the BLACK RAIN!
In that selfish moment I did not realize,
all I was doing was causing myself pain.
You took and shook me with a big surprise!
And, showed me that my cheating had nothing to gain.
With you in distance I lose my self,
sitting all alone in the BLACK RAIN.
BLACK RAIN, BLACK RAIN!
Please stop the pain, its my love I want to gain.
Tears from me you wouldn't take.
It was my fault to take the fall.
It does not mean my love to you was fake.
Without you I feel real small.
The hurt runs deep~Deeper than a lake!
The hurt runs high~Higher than the tallest wall!
The hurt is heavy~something you can't shake!
The hurt is like a mystery~you can't solve at all!
How these cloud posses my days,
I have no one to blame
If I knew exactly what to say,
I would not be feeling all this pain.
is here to stay!
I have lost what took long to gain.
BLACK RAIN, BLACK RAIN,
please go away!
I want my lover to come back my way.
inspired by: Rain Rain Go Away.... :)