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Lessen not thy pain heal thy broken hearts.
Rejoice forth for a new love shall arrive.
Penance shall not ease it, with pain alive.
For fault of your ways, begin with new starts.
Fault of another, remember their parts.
Take it slow, not infatuations drive.
Let love come easy, for it to survive.
Feeling love survives, physical departs.
Substantial feelings last forever more.
Obsessions get lost, hurting our ways.
True love has no touch or act at the door.
Just be together, seals dearest displays.
My poetic words are wisdom to score.
Play your hand, live either joys or dismays.
So stirs the hearts of all, in great delight,
to raise a banner high, the march of fate;
to lead the way, where only dark of night,
might find a way to quench the thirst for hate;
Determined, each is blest to heed the call,
of self appointed leaders of the day,
the good, the bad, the dead, but butchers all,
one crowned in light, the others in decay!
To follow is the way, if wrong or right,
determined by the one who stands at last,
we glow in judgement as if Heaven might
just comprehend the end that binds us fast.
and when we see it come around once more,
all wonder is what leads us on to war?
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Dam girl when Im locked up you set me free/
When Im not myself you set me free/
Im behind the lock and you got the key/
Im blind with hate but you helpmy love see/
WhenIm lot and alone you take the lead/
Without you I could have never planted my seed/
I hate to say it but you make me better/
You know I love you even without this letter/
When Im cold with sadness you my comfort warm sweater/
I know I can be a bad boyfriend but Im going to be a better father/
I might have wanted a son, but it really didnt matter because now you having my daughter/
Im guess Im too stubborn girl with me why you even bother/
my heart gets heart gets colder but for you it only gets hotter........
Never again do I want to go through pain
Never ever again
Love, blessed word for the fools
Has been for me one of the most murderous tools
Love, bringing me to my knees
Hoping the heavy rain would cease
Love, never returned to my sorrowful heart
Never making of me the other sweetheart
Torn and bent
Drowned deep in torment
Love is now meant to be forsaken
For never again do I wish to be broken
Strength, strength do I need to live, only strength
Such does keep me alive with good breath!
It’s a dimly lit, darkly entombed spot
Here sits a lone black weeping willow tree
Night encroached leaving nothing you can see
Its cold, nothing about this place is hot
Not a ray of light surrounds to get caught
Evil basks within the nooks quite empty
She sits, there on a stump she sits flatly
Devoid of emotion, hope isn’t brought
Expressionless she stands with great power
The tree bows right to her beck and call
She stands mighty and tall like a tower
Grove seems to be protected by a wall
All who happen to see her would cower
All she sees is hate, her soul crushes all
* Left over Halloween poem, I forgot to post this, enjoy!
Love; over rated
Both paupers and kings
Razor-barbed brass rings
How strangely fated
For this I've waited?
My soul groans then sings
My heart soothes then stings
Alas, Love hated
What am I to do
Where am I to go
Beg a magic brew
Steel my heart to you
Peace my soul may know
Alone... Love I rue!
right and wrong are no longer clear as bell
the truth at times can be worse than a lie
God is in Heaven and Devil in Hell
all the truths we seek may be in the sky
here on the Earth there is more confusion
wars being fought as the poor being ignored
doesn’t matter Muslim Buddhist Christian
we all have a desire to move upward
it’s our hate and ignorance that hurt us
similarities not differences
we need open dialogue without fuss
we all need to unite without fences
let’s do like Lennon’s song Give Peace a Chance
then we all can enjoy French fries in France
Children with an illness,
Go through life,
They are looked down apon,
Because they are different,
When really they are not,
They are no different from you and me,
They have the same blood,
Running through their bodies,
Just as their hearts as well,
So, don't just look apon,
Their outer appearance,
And judge them,
For who they really are,
For a lot of them,
Are smarter and brighter,
Than you and I,
Could possibly be,
On our brightest day,
For they have the gifts,
From God up above,
So, always take the time,
To get to know their inner beauty,
For who they really are,
Cause they too need love,
Just as everyone else does,
If not even more.
Retaliation must I take to the brim
Like red hot squash dripping from my cold heart
The flashback fills my face with a cruel beam
Like a goatee man in an archaic art
Delirium state sequels squalid motives
My military bayonet plunge deep
A soldier on a foe battering his heads
A sudden freckle of satiation read
Vengeance must I take to relieve my hate
Like a close buddy on a long voyage
Successful must I land before I'm late
To use my bazooka before old age
Here I am hovering like a bat through land
Searching for my brother's murderer to end
(continueing the Monsieur L'Vampyre adventure)
THE DEATH OF MADAMOISELLE duPONT
Dear Stella, up the path, into the park,
deep shadows hide the trees along the Seine,
the quiet of the night accents the dark
and you can feel your breathing now and then.
The peaceful gloom, enveloped by a mist,
all black and gray and shades of morbid white,
accentuates the place your eyes have missed,
where someone waits, who's watched you every night.
This place, where gendarmes warn to be aware,
tonight is more foreboding than you've known,
and so you pause; you look; is someone there?
it's then you realize, you are alone.
The snapping of your heels you hear increase,
as if the hurry puts your mind at peace.
Engulfed, the path leads up and from the Seine,
and then you'll be out of this narrow pit,
but suddenly you feel the eyes again,
much closer than a glove too small to fit.
You struggle with your thinking, in a word,
to flee or just pretend no one is there,
and so you hum a tune you've never heard,
and place your safety in your mother's prayer.
Oh, Stella, Stella, in the spring you'll wed,
your sweet Gaston. Believe he's at your side,
and you will laugh at all this gloom and dread...
though courage might have found you, it has lied.
The shadows all are moving; you can hear
the groaning of someone who's all too near.
The quiet; crickets sounding no alarm,
but now a drizzle rain cools at your heat,
and tingles flowing down onto your arm
remind you of the friends you'll never meet;
quite suddenly, he's grabbed you from behind,
and muffles any sound you might have found,
you cannot scream, to hurt is in your mind,
but he's too quick, he's pinned you to the ground.
Who is this thing, your lover or your friend,
you might have pained...why does he want you dead?
or is this just someone who brings the end,
you've never known, with killing in his head?
You feel no teardrops, feel no blood nor fright,
there's only blinding, blinding, blinding light....
© ron Wilson aka Veebdosa the Doylestown poet