Best Although Poems
Love is false to those like I
Whimsical enough to dip their feet in such dangerous waters
Confiding our faith in one presumed to hold our heart
Overlooking our indecisive nature
Intoxicated with, but oblivious to the ignorance
Of the concept of forever, with them
Holding close-fistedly onto the hand that only knocked you down
The desire for them painfully develops from craving into a longing urgency
A misguided belief gone amiss
Mutualism for the other nonexistent in their intangible eyes
Spiraling in a mutilated defeat seems fit the exclusive option
Once brought to consciousness of your now brutal reality
You were doubtless in your supposition
For a second you were conclusively unequivocal
That you were close enough to possess and proclaim…their Love
Although its October
I'll wish you a Happy Thanksgiving
Although it October
I'll wish you a Merry Christmas
Although it October
I'll wish you a Happy New Year
Although it October
I'll wish you a Happy Valentine's Day
Although it October
I'll wish you a Happy St. Patrick's Day
Although its October
I'll wish you a Happy April Fool's Day
Although its October
I'll wish you a Happy Cinco De Mayo
Although its October
I'll wish you a Happy Mother's Day
Although its October
I'll wish you Happy Father's Day
Although its October
I'll wish you a Happy Independence Day
Although its October
I wish you'd grant me one wish.
I wished them all to you,
And i ask for only one
Stay with me from October to October
Stay with me From November to November
Stay with me from December to December
From January to January
From February to February
From March to March
From April to April
From May to May
From June To June
From August to August
From September to September
Although its October
And My birthday's so far away
Although its October
Please, Won't you stay?
Sijo 9
although a drizzling shower/hitting the garden-stepping-stones
it’s very difficult to say/if spring is here or not
because of the chilling air/makes me shiver with the cold
Although fertile were the fields, I plowed
That self-same earth lies barren now;
Barren evermore.
Still I shall not fear the wrath of God or Anyman
For my seeds were sown in the wild and unsullied season
Albeit the earth which absorbed the substance of my labors
Yields neither fruit nor flower.
Still what remains behind us after we have passed u nto nothing
Is it the perception of ourselves by others
Or the small and humble things that are the substance of my struggle?
Although tertile were the fields I plowed
That self-same earth lies batrren now;
Barren evermore.
Still I shall not fear the wrath of God or Anyman
For my seedswere sown in the wild and unsullied season
Albeit the earth which absorbed the substance of my loabors
Yields neither fruit nor flower.
Never one to embrace his or her secular world's, philosophies ¿
Having lived long enough viewing their mostly, end results: puddle of mud's
Everythings so blurry and everyones so fake and everybody's empty and everything
Is so messed up yet as in Aida; no, not all ? Skipping past the round about: California Chrome....
Baby's owner stood amid a heart's passion sonadoras; dreaming in Cinderella's colours got to love them
These mystic lullabies; choking on their rainbow skies; open up your eager eyes; destiny is calling you ? I too
Believe, in that these night stand visits, Mister Brightside: Less we forget as his King Herod once upon a time did
Giving praise as glory where they absolutely belong; "Our Holy Loving Heavenly, Father." There is no doubt amid my mind
Here at her vertigo this paradox twain their flesh and blood: Divinity, stepped up to intervene set aside what may have been ? Baby's, glass slipper.
it is the smallest thing on earth
smaller than an ant or a louse,
smaller than a fungus,
so small that when it passes by you can't see it,
you can't feel it, because it's the tiniest thing on earth hiding sometimes in a tear, othertimes in an outstretched hand,
sigh,
cry,
we want her for us, but she's always by our side,
with the mastery of the philosopher, it leads us by the nose to where considers,
lures us like a gravedigger disguised in a goddess,
it does not fall on your lap, not even in your mouth like a riped pear,
because it is the most ordinary thing on earth hidden in your warmth,
we all run after her like after a bridal veil blown by the wind
I was on a boat
made of my cherished memory
drifting along the river named ‘Time’
called your name; my dear, my darling
why don’t you answer my call? is it because
you cannot hear me or are you just ignoring me?
it hurts me most, I’m pierced with sadness,
because I wanted you so bad;
though, you are a heartless-man,
I waited sat by a waterfront all the night sleepless
are you lost on the way home? I felt so sad
I thought I saw a lonely shadow pass by
beckoning, and now it dwells in my heart wordless…
I kept thinking the shadow is you
and that’s why I see a wingless bird
soar in dark sky from the other side of the river bank
Although I've Gotten a Bit Wiser
There is of course the ruin of the old,
when the dead pass through them
like dreams or shadows, darkly
and without purpose-
drinking wine and prune juice they
forget the dead in a hideous chair
outside the GS supermarket.
How do I forget the dead?
How do I forget myself?
... and then, as if by magic,
reason prevails...
although, I've gotten a Budweiser.
A fresh scent of dew fallen from the sky
A passage of unique fragrance as time passes by
In ardent pastures throughout time
As willows stretch forth its ellaborate decayed formation
In words expressed through stagnant claim
From words which arose unnoticed clear
Through a shaded window leaves in trace viable spectrum
In solemn timber warm embrace
Although a tear drop should fall
Through silence one can softly hear the voice of God
One must act upon what they have initially received
Although a tear drop should fall out of place
A moment of pleasure can bring on a life time with pain
The times that are living in will soon fade & pass
In dire need of worthless angelic leap to grasp
A spotted owl looms overhead wrought in with anticipation
Within solace we can safely anticipate peace
In sought after excursion to appease its untimely benefit
Although, frantic through its vested silver
A rush to deliver
The timeless appease with notable shoulder to cry
With warm regards to deliver yet now a sigh
A shot in the dark would light the inner spark
First the peace then silence to thwart its part
Some if not many rush about to & fro
Others simply digress to inflate their ego
Through hot pavement avoidance of passing road kill
Some may advance in common good
Others have been etched in its prolific sense should
By far many excell to some vain agenda
A lot of people in life just like to be heard
A shot in the dark without any discouraging word.
Although you’re not here
I can feel you
I can feel you
Although you're not here
I can see “you” in your written words
I can see “you” in your written words
Although you're not here
When I hear your voice it's like you're
wrapping your arms around me
When I hear your voice it's like you’re
wrapping your arms around me
Although you're not here
The tone of voice says I love
The tone of voice says I love
4-1-17
Alexis Y.
Still Around Although Departed.
Although out of reach and out of touch
Although they are no longer seen by eye
Losing someone you love dear
Doesn’t mean they completely gone or die
For like a gentle warm summer breeze
That whispers and caresses cherished memories
kept in the album of out hearts
Of precious moments
Of which our loved ones
Live again and are apart
For they are still around us
And never really left our side
But are at last free to fly
And settle on our hearts
Like a colourful painted butterfly
Every time I see a perky robin
Our a red poppy in a field of gold
A horse with a new born foal
Read a verse from the great book
The greatest story ever told
A silver ribboned flowing stream
A rugged mountain
Or landscape of vibrant green
A steady stroll through a forest
Joyful birdsong a squirrel on the ground
An abundant place of stillness
And true treasures are found
The diamonds that shine and sparkle bright at night
Within a dark velvet sky
A rainbow after the rain
A pleasant tranquil ambling country lane
A heartfelt smile from a new born baby
So precocious and so warm
The dawn chorus
And the majestic sunrise at dawn
An allotment where you used to sew
And after labour you’d watch them grow
All these things remind me of you
And the things you used to love and do
Someday soon we will meet again
In a beautiful place far from here
Where pain and suffering will be gone
And love peace and harmony will reign
With no war hate or fear
Then I'll hold you in my arms again
Looking happier and so healthy than before
A place we’ll wander
Through the lush flowered gardens
Hand in hand
And ride horses toward the sun
On a wave kissed beach of golden sand
Play like children and sing with joy and praise
From out hearts
And live for eternity
And will never again
Be apart.
Peter Dome©2019.
I held my tears, confronting you
You were trying to soothe my heart
I tried to say a word to you
But you continued telling me, How to Lighten up My Heart.
Every time you encouraged, I tried to say my word
It was just that, you didn't stop!
I know you were showing your sympathy
I know you understood my pain
You tried every aspect to stop me
From getting myself hurt again.
You asked me several questions
Without giving me time to think
And then you tried all the locutions
Might my pain get shrink.
But, I know my questions, I know my answers,
I know how to stop my bleed
I wanted someone to just listen
And just listen and do me a deed.
Presuming that, I need some time think,
You lift your air and went
I was trying to say something…
You just didn't understand!
Although
Although you’re not that little baby
I once gently held in my arms
And although you’re not that tiny one
To whom I stared at all its charms
Although your fingers have really grown
I still like them wrapped around my thumb
And although your legs are twice as long
I still enjoy them when they run
Although your cries are ever few
They still bring me on a dime
And although your kisses are even fewer
They still melt me every time
Although you no longer sleep on my chest
I still cuddle with you in bed
And although you like your space
On my arm you rest your head
Although your favorite sleeper no longer fits
It still hangs in your room
And although we should pass it on
That won’t happen none too soon
Although rattles have been replaced with toys
And a 4 in 1 stroller to a bike
And although I can’t slow you down
It’s something that I like
Although these memories are of the past
They stay imbedded in my mind
And although time has moved on
They are never hard to find
10.03.2021
Although He's spiritually
Among us and not physically
He's out
There on a scout
Looking at all cost to host
Only those who are lost
Because He's passionate
He forgives without any condition
(Sung slowly)
Away away my Carolyn
away away with thee
I wanted you in my paradise
but it will never be
Away away my Carolyn
away away with me
for you have been my secret love
ere sence I first saw thee
Away away my Carolyn
away away with thee
with you, you take my happiness
forever gone with thee
Away away my Carolyn
away away with me
my poor heart is breaking
for you take my dreams with thee
Away away my Carolyn
away away with me
away to my lonliness
and emptiness you leave
Away away my valintine
away away with thee
as long as time is ticking
your memory will always be
Away away my Carolyn
away away with me
you'll allways be my truest love
as long as you shall be
(Sorry soupers Carolyn Devonshire is out of town but in the intrest of keeping things moving
I took the liberty of creating this piece. I think she'll be so surprised. and all you love lorn
soupers out there. this does'nt mean that there is any thing going on between us were just
friends. mean while who do I pass this too. Vince Suzadail Jr. and Sandra Hudson should be
ready for the chalenge. GO!)