John Loving Iii Poet Couplet

A Promise of a Rose

everybody knows a dead beat dad
someone full of promises things yet to be had
everybody has a loser for a lover
what you see in them we have yet to discover
everybodys been put up and suddenly let down
and still you hold on to that imaginary clown
everybody feels what you felt and left
and you defend that dead beat unto the last breath
always believing the promise of the rose
is not just believing but knowing one knows
to some the promise of the rose is better than the rose

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Debbie Duncan January 18, 2013 at 10:18 AM great write you got here. Yes it's true,, some believe the promise to be better then the rose. Have a great day John ;}

Phyllis Babcock April 5, 2012 at 12:52 PM This is so true and we all know of dead beats in this world. Promises given but never followed thru. Like this one John. love phyl

Laura Breidenthal March 12, 2012 at 6:16 PM How true. Very well written poem. I enjoyed reading it! Always, Laura

James Marshall Goff February 11, 2012 at 5:36 AM and so it goes! how true and insightful John! very nice! jimbo

Daver Austin February 9, 2012 at 2:50 PM Very well thought out, dear John. I'd never thought about it, but you are right. I guess it is the anticipation. Enjoyed mucho. Love, daver

Sara Kendrick February 9, 2012 at 12:24 PM Good one, John, maybe they are just smooth talkers who can get a blind man to buy some reading glasses..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..Thanks for stopping by, reading, and commenting on my work about the chocolate..I bought me a one dollar box of chocolate for my Valentines treat..It was so good..My blood glucose has been way off since..Sara

Charlotte Puddifoot February 8, 2012 at 4:50 PM this reminds me of that song "I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey, the more I get of you the stranger it feels" (you can say that again) your english rose has something for you...

Lisa Cooper February 8, 2012 at 4:45 PM wow love this poem John!

Carolyn Devonshire February 8, 2012 at 4:29 PM Very insightful poem, John. I especially like the last line. Promises reflect our dreams and hopes. They are far better than reality. Yes, we've all experienced lost loves, but we have to free ourselves of these "imaginary clowns" and find a way to overcome obstacles. Excellent poem!! Love, Carolyn

Linda-Marie Sweetheart February 8, 2012 at 1:14 PM an exciting write John and a lovely analogy as to life and luv .. so true .. we have all had experience in your lines so profound luv.. excellent rhyme.. always ignites my creativity ...

John Rhinem February 8, 2012 at 10:21 AM Smile ˜ In Re Unto Your Question John? ˜ This Answer I Do Not Know Although At The Same Time Tis Not Much Of A Concern Of Mine To Know Either. ˜ But Amid Little I Do Know; All That I Need Know For Now; There Seems To Be A Constant Need For Drama In This Flesh, Life & Place; A Continuum That Carries Yet, Tis Not This Need Within The Spirit Of Those Whom Have Been Forevermore Loosed From These Chains In Vain Things ˜ I Hope That Brought A Bit Of Clarity Into The Mix * Thanks For Passing By, Love, John!:) ˜

Carol Eastman February 8, 2012 at 9:11 AM So true... Great write! Especially that last line...It made the poem.

The Situation February 7, 2012 at 11:56 AM yes i can see chama's wisdom shining throught this piece very well. T. S.

Charmaine Chircop February 7, 2012 at 5:31 AM yES the promise can fulfill one's heart more than a rose itself cos a promise of a rose carries no thorns... So beautifully penned John..Charma

Andrea Dietrich February 6, 2012 at 9:07 PM And why CAN't you think of a ridiculous self exaggeration. I think you could paint a really fun picture for us!!

Andrea Dietrich February 6, 2012 at 9:06 PM gosh, john, what is THIS all about? February 7, 2012 at 2:37 AM Its about a lot. Many excuses, many lies, some withnothing at all. And some with enough cold blooded disreguard to keep making promises