Darren Watson Poet Verse

Memories

I don't mix with Barons , Princes or Earls
I don't desire diamonds, Rubies or pearls 
I envy no one be they poor or rich 
but tell me you love me and I am bewitched.

Those are not words that should be used to deceive
For when you are lonely, You want to believe 
You long to hear someone utter those words
So casually uttered but so truthfully heard.

So often you told me, So often you lied
Bitter revelation and a part of me died
My heart was broken , Broken in two 
My mind was tormented with memories of you.

So pleased I learned the hard lessons of youth 
Protected myself by speaking the truth 
Soon I grew stronger because I knew I must 
I know there is someone out there in whom I can trust.

I regret nothing because my love was true 
I have wonderful memories of things we would do
but one twisted thought just won't leave my head
So I delight in telling you , You were rubbish in bed.

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Karam Misra March 25, 2016 at 10:32 AM Just loved your poem. Thank you.

Charmaine Chircop March 13, 2014 at 9:08 AM : )..I love the witty and funny ending to.this memorial romance...It put a smile on my face..though somehow I can feel the pain transmitted through your inner voice. Darren Watson March 13, 2014 at 2:04 PM I do hide behind humour sometimes Charmaine but I regret nothing really , Love is such a beautiful thing . No one can take those memories or feelings away from me .

Dr.Ram Mehta February 5, 2014 at 12:25 AM IT impressed me too and congrats on the win, darren Darren Watson February 5, 2014 at 6:35 AM Thank you Dr There are some truly magnificent poets on here and I am very humbled to warrant a mention from one of them and to be congratulated by another.

Kathryn Collins February 2, 2014 at 1:37 PM You are too funny Mr. Watson. I like that in a person and in poetry. Usually, I'm wallowing in sadness and angst. In really life it's a whole other thing. love your writing and point of view. A little sad in this one and then a kicker. Great. Kathy Darren Watson February 3, 2014 at 6:39 AM Behind every clowns face there are tears but laughter can help heal, If we let it . I have heard the people on the shop floor call me Mr Grumpy . Lol

Debra Squyres February 1, 2014 at 7:17 AM I had to chuckle at the last line, thought I enjoyed the reading of the poem as well and found it relatable to my own life. Well told with good rhythm of verse. Darren Watson February 1, 2014 at 7:41 AM Up to now I've found I recover quickly from the knocks life tends to throw our way and my sense of humour soon returns but every once in a while I allow myself to have a pop . lol Delighted you got a chuckle .

Cherl Dunn January 31, 2014 at 4:48 PM Wow great story loved it's ending you told that person what is what and I'm glad to read that your haaling with time, Really i did enjoy this write it was written with an honesty that touches the emotions. By the way the plane ride to Gilbartar might be a good idea. lol cheri Darren Watson February 1, 2014 at 12:33 AM Thank you ma'am I know men are supposed to be gentlemen at all times but sometimes its enjoyable to be a little bitchy. Whenever I've been to Gibraltar I've landed in mainland Spain and driven over but I just might follow your advice next time . I don't want anyone grabbing me by the ghoulies . lol