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Limerence

His confession:
He used to have an obsession...
He saw her as a shining superstar,
and believed she was good, not bad;
The infatuation he had
nearly drove him mad.
When he opened his eyes and looked inside
He found it wasn't as beautiful as the outside,
Once he discovered who she truly was
she didn't seem the same to him anymore.
Admittedly, he was quite naïve
to have fallen for an attractive face.
From now on, he will retain
his eyes in their proper place,
And he will pause and think
before looking and giving a wink.
He is now alert and wide awake,
he learned a lesson from his mistake.

Potential

my potential, an entity I've put on a pedestal

I spend my days climbing her ridiculously high ladder with gift-wrapped handmade blades; only leaving when her skin is ripped & her dreams for me fade, little by little 

The cruelty of my actions is but merely protection from rejection

I need her to let me go,but she craves; she lusts over the idea of intertwining our abilities, without my blades of insecurity 

"What if this is all that I am?" a question too hard to answer, even for her

Admittedly, there are times, when I allow her powers to flow through me, but I almost always end up killing her 

Like a dead, dried flower placed in water; her trust in me is actually just suicide disguised as hope.

Divinely Flawed

I don’t need thunder
to feel the rumble,
nor lightning
to sense storm’s flash

nor icons to tear
nor statues to bleed
to realize within all
creation, God’s sacred 
omnipotent cache -- 

Yet, while in the smallest
unlimited vastness – 

and in the deepest fathomless 
depth --

admittedly, all by grace of Almighty
God,

little joy would remain for me 
in life I am certain, if denied

here and above

our simple
very flawed 
expressions of
human love….

Pollinator - May 12

A while ago,—you seemed a fantasy—
and like a fragmentary apparition
or a flutter flitting past my faint cognition
—to my buzzing thoughts: you the rose, I the bee. 

And though my hiving mind, admittedly,
swarmed all around a phony superstition,
(you—o’ flower), yet,—(and, malintution?
aside;)—you roused in me the gayest glee.

Now, you go as a prickle—as the sting
of a hard thorn, each every random while,
and seek to nib my nose, or pique my eye.—
Well, since convention bars my asking “why?”,
I’ll try to win another petal’s smile;
—though, must you be the blossom of my spring?

The Devil I Know - Trump

Trump, 
he's not perfect, admittedly so, but who of us is?
He can be crass, he is brash, and he'll even talk some trash.
He's not hiding who he is. I much prefer knowing who I am 
dealing with, than the last joker we got screwed with!

Biden was an unscrupulous thief, selling out our country
for financial gain, with his bagman son! 
His administration and the cabal of despicable bureaucrats,
who were actually pulling the strings, while covering up Biden's
obvious mental decline! At least I know who's running the country now.

Yes, sure there are things I don't care for, regarding how Trump
conducts himself, but what I do know about him is this, that he wants
America to be Great, for me, for you, for us all, and since this is the
country I live in, I want that too! 
So, in the meantime, I'll put up with a few character flaws!

A Few More Miles Ahead of Time

I often wonder if it’s worth the effort 
with a keyboard or paper and pen
to pour out my thoughts, heart, mind and soul
from the ocean and rivers within   

The marrow in my bones 
hidden deep within these veins
“This universe is a miracle,” 
I’ve heard Einstein once proclaimed

Though admittedly, I’m not near his kind
(far beyond my likes, by stars)
I merely try to follow those 
I think know where they are 

A few more miles ahead of time
“Out yonder,” my dad would say
where I can only dream of writing 
a splendorous sonnet someday

Or perchance a valediction poem
a goodbye to the past 
or my rendition of a benediction
thanking Hymn for all the love that lasts

And open a few doors with some metaphors
enjambment or anapest
find inspiration from alliteration 
while striving towards my best   

Thus, here I rest in the morning air 
inhaling hope, exhaling despair 
as birds fly bye and gentle winds blow     
and pray more thoughts of beauty will flow  
        

© Terrell Martin, 02/25/2025

Who Made Whom?

Lean closer, dear friend, my secret to hear.
Speak softly, Mr. Know-it-all is near. 
I am unsettled by his depiction - 
a poetic character of fiction. 
It is I who created that sad man, 
not so believable, but I did try.
Admittedly, he's poorly drawn, that guy.
When he cares, he acts like he doesn't. 
If he says his heart's in it, it wasn't.  
You'll soon forget him.  He will disappear.
So depend on me.  I'll always be here.

My Majestic Silhouette

My majestic silhouette is indicornis,
often missed by those who don’t believe;
The idea that I exist they tend to dismiss,
I have just a few tricks up my sleeve;

Longing to be a feline ink trotter 
and become less inter-dimensional;
This goal has captivated a plotter,
admittedly ingenious is phenomenal;

I never claimed to be too innocent,
neither does a single mischievous cat;
Lured into such a treacherous scent,
how could I possibly resist that? 

So very illusive even in plain view,
shadows in the Sun allow them to hide;
It could be fun to try something new,
I want you to see me feel my stride;

It’s just no fun to remain invisible,
without an audience why shine? 
Stripes can be less than agreeable,
still that’s the style I want to be mine;

El Tigre en waters full of chara,
instead of a unicorn in a glittery lake;
Perhaps if I grovel before Ishvara,
I’ll be granted claws for my horn to take.

Be Angry With No Man

Be angry with no man
And you will increase your life span.
Anger works against your conscience
And is a public relations hindrance.

Find out the good in everyone
For it' is in all under the sun.
Admittedly, some do dastardly things,
Often born of their yearnings.

Infect all around you with love,
Thereby building wealth up above.
You'll furthermore win people's hearts;
Yes, a niche in their inward parts!

You sure will suffer mistreatments
But if you bear up under disappointments
You are accepting your business losses
And are on track for reaping grosses!

Voice of a Silent Crib: New Poetic Form - Tearassonancenet

My Fair Lady Lidja--disquiet--sigh
Limit thine opinions, my Lord Miltrose,
Thy intent fails midst tardily shadows
Albeit findeth tis aid satisfy
Ahh! My Lord Sir Gilroy, tis nice surprise
Twill thine fair milieu idle pitched moist lips
Delivery thrills with a smile post scripts
Admittedly the id did simplify
A lady said the incident eclipse
Ships neither sink nor swim in tranquil Springs
Flights robins and whipper-o-willow wings'
Claims to an anointing gift rectify
Blessings of an innocent child ... heartstrings
Mildly midst millennium ... a voice sings ...

    “My Lord’s-in-waiting, beseech thy favor 
      an ear and harken of woven words will
      of a lifetime breathes I, here and now,
      True Lord in Waiting in time and place 
      for us to be … somewhere, someplace,
                                        … for all time."

Hawaii's Night Sky 1973

I was driving to my grannies country home after the end of a dinner invite with friends in town, about 40 miles away.

There was news of the oddity prior to my first visual contact, that entertained my youthful glassless eyes for the near full length of this drive and that thing be an unobstructed view.

I'm talking about Comet Kohoutek, of 1973. Admittedly, the spectacle looked like a toy when the tail drops a bit then ups a bit.

The comet appeared blunted, like some dream, or like a string on a kite but cut severely short.

On the opposite end, being my left-side drivers window, directly is the moon over the ocean, and the comet more left of my driver's window, heading towards town that I had just left.

The moon fronts my drivers window, the comet in my rear window, wondered with that comet out there--where is everybody?

Ah, that's the answer, it's driving out to the country, with the length of a beach one side, the moon in front, comet rear, and that is why nobody's here.

 ... and not because it's two in the morning.

Admittedly

Admittedly I have never had enough talent nor teamwork.
Admittedly I have never truly belonged nor been unique.
Admittedly I have never been truly me nor mean.

Actor, Singer: Rick Nelson

He was renowned for his good looks
when I met this young man,
--at work, admittedly, gadzooks!
'Twas about four a.m.

He was one with lots on his mind
arms on the desk, leaning,
offered water, but he declined,
now face to face, smiling.

His thorn, a Hollywood idol,
a while will be a pain
hand fanned me close, his truth was told
till he boarded a plane.

Soon nineteen-eighty will then square
I know what's coming next ...
suite keys for this one-song wonder
plus for his replaced ex.

His family are known figures,
both his mom and his dad,
and his older brother, and him
too! Pointless 'Want Ad'.

Our Garden

Seated at my desk
looking out into our garden 
branches spread, giving dappled shade
a beautiful tree stands sentinel
a tree that we planted as a sapling
along with a few others
saplings one and all
many years ago
also planted 
were lawn, bushes and shrubs
flowers, vines, creepers, seeds and bulbs
which we watered, loved and nurtured 
some, admittedly
did not make it
but those that have 
embrace us and give freely 
of their colour, scent and shade
of their flowers, fruit and berries
but above all
of their love and companionship
that forges within us 
a deeply grounded sense of belonging
of being home with old and trusted friends
friends who care
friends who matter
looking out at that tree
I know that it is looking back at me
and it knows
as I know
that we see each other
that we have a few tales to tell
of our time together 
in this beautiful, friend-filled garden 
I also know
that that majestic tree
is smiling at me
because I am sitting here
filled with peace and gratitude
as happy as a clam
as content as a kitten
looking back at it
grinning like a loon.

Eye Smile

It's been so long
I've not been so right

I've been thinking about,
not so less but a million times

Runs in my mind
it's been a fairly small a long stretch of time

My fingers trace the keys and eyes scan the screen
it's such a calming and a blissful scene

The sparkle in your eyes, it does play a game,
played so well, it even puts a glistening diamond to shame

My heart is a void, it stares into space
it's secretly sentimental, running laps at a wonderful pace.

I wonder how do I satiate admittedly hypothetical heart of mine
how do I meet that sweetheart of mine.

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