No book of rules guidelines incomplete
Love tastes bitter and yet so sweet
Tender strong caressing and kind
Love them and leave them far behind
Emotions devotions words from the heart
Symbols of love always the start
But tears and promises accrue in a mass
Broken and tallied the list grows so vast
Haters they hate lovers they love
Beaters they beat barehanded or gloved
Broken bones heal broken hearts grow
Scars will remain above and below
Categories:
barehanded, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Between .. between
From a collection of poems called (I'm the first responsible for my sadness)
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Always ..
I run to catch the two rabbits
- Once , combined togather –
always come back Alone I
showed to myself I am
In - between .. between -
Bewildered ..
Barehanded ..
Categories:
barehanded, world,
Form: ABC
'Found-old ring'
Someone out there is lost without a ring...
That to another one meant everything
Didn't it match? didn't it fit?
It is gone-did it ever exist?
The jewels that lay scattered over the floor
The barehanded people cannot endure...
The anguish
Of reducing such sentiment
To the lever of littered pavement
Where eyes casting downward must look to see
The intimation deserted lately
Each symbol makes further testimony
In the trial of what was meant to be...
Who found it?
Let me meet the one who knew its meaning
Because I suspect the recovering
Was not fortune-nor coincidence
Nor the just act of Providence
But that one who possesses it in fact
Was the one who I gave to and took it back...
The hope that it meant anything has left
With the article stolen in the theft
But I can't stop searching again...
Anymore,
Than I can believe it never happened
The emotion rests now with conviction
A life sentence of that consecration....
Romeo Della Valle-RDV
Categories:
barehanded, romance,
Form: Light Verse
Oh God there he is again,
back room, is he waiting?
Did he know I was coming
or something?
He's tryin too hard, too hard to be cool
as he drawls how are you?
I just say fine and you?
Wish he'd talk without the drool.
His buddy's lookin like
she don't look like
your girl you described.
Yeah dude, you're right.
Never should've danced with him that night...
If I could spit out words I really meant
I'd spit like tobacco juice and never regret.
Throw full armed insults and slams
I'd never take back.
I'd say it right.
I'd say it like:
I hate your squinty eyes,
your tall skinny body
and your sweaty hands.
Should've never went out with the girls that night.
He asks me
do I ever hang with his groupie?
Well duh dude,
I said you tell me.
I'm trying so hard
not to rip you apart
barehanded,
Lord knows I can.
I decide to let you be,
leave you intact
if you don't bother me
or even react.
This time when I leave
your eyes better not follow me...
Categories:
barehanded, slam
Form: Ballade