Best Conditional Poems
Grammar Series
SECOND CONDITIONAL
If I were a gambling man as my sin;
(I confess an occasional flutter)
Then if I had an acceptable win,
I would buy myself some new schmutter *
Note: it would make my verse more refined
If instead of "if I..." I wrote "we're I" and "had I"
Then perhaps The Immortal Bard would not mind
And Jane Austin would give me the glad eye
While I may forgive modern language’s slur
Wanting that which is sadly defunct, if
We avoid "if I was", rather say: "if I were"
Mindful that we are using subjunctive
Now the First Conditional suits admonishment
By uncles from Amsterdam, Delft or Utrecht **
While the Third is rueful and penitent
For sins of commission or those of neglect
But the Second tops my panoply
And it always has me beguiled
Inspiring creativity, phantasy
And imagination run wild
E.G.
Had I the combined wit of Wodehouse, and Wilde
I would put my pen to write such a tale
That would make the face of God crack a smile
And the heavens to burst in a giggling gale
You
Only I am unconditional
Love
Lord
This profound mode of being.
The restrictive, limited, modified reasoning.
His appeal to please me, his want to teach me,
His need to simply need me;
Diminishes more with every sunset,
He loves me no longer and seemingly without regret.
His love is conditional.
Not unconditional- like a mothers love for her child.
Why am i so riled?
Because i can see it pass through his whole being,
The coolness of his breath,
The ice in his stare.
This ache in my chest, I confess-
has me lost between love and love-less.
“Un conditional”
To know this love of ages sung I make my true admission
To seek and find such beauty rare a love without condition.
Born within the souls of men a longing to acquire
A love so pure and selfless deep fulfilled beyond desire
No thought of self I’m wholly yours I need you to believe
Therein the mystery, love perplexed how strangely I receive
This wondrous place of joy and grace that takers cannot know
Enter only you my lover true surrendered hearts will show
How can one know this wonder, how ever can one feel?
One must become the giver to makes ones heart this real.
APOM
Lawrence Schrank
You say you love me
Like a ticket to get what you want
You use your lips like a key
To enter me and get all that you please
Then leave me
And don’t return till you feel it’s necessary
I am you gas station
You seem to think I am cheap gas
But I am wroth so much more then that
But my insecurities kept me from moving on
They kept me from finding someone new
Because I wanted your false love
It didn’t matter to me that you only came when you were in need
You called me you girl just to keep me slightly happy
And it was working
I believed in your games and lies
I ignored all the signs
Hoping one day
My body might make you truly love me
Truly want me
But it didn’t work
I was always just your lost puppy
Looking for scraps you were willing to give me
I gave 100%
While you only gave 20
But I didn’t care
All I wanted was to hear the words
You so easily said
I let you play with my emotions
I let my heart get broken
And I stood there in pain waiting for the day you could finally say you loved me
I mean truly love me
Was that too much to ask for?
I just wanted you to give me half of what I offered you
And yet you were incapable of doing that
I died inside
But that was the only way I could break free
From the prison you trapped me in
I no longer what you hand-me downs
Relationships are a give and take process
But you took so much it was no longer even a relationship
I was your store
And you got everything for free
But I’m taking it all back
I was foolish for ever loving you
For ever thinking you cared
But now you have to find another store to steal from
Another gas station
Because mine are closed down
I’m through
With loving someone who refuses to love me back
Because they’re to busy loving others
I’m through with you
And you conditional love
To let raven fly
On gaoler's sharp axe I'll lie
If, you'll be my crown
Looming large is the languid condition,
combing my psche with arid plots,
Tombing is the state like vortex,
Dooming it looks to dawn on me eternally,
That is my inability to make sinews in
indigent life!
Loyalty brings even the fortified few to falter somnambulantly in succession
As if tranced to commit, their convictions are true yet skewed
The blind emotional outburst of bigotry and cynicism conveyed
Is but a microcosm of what pain these individuals likely feel
Something of an atrocity to be used and told when to kneel
Although the accused has seen duress they gladly contride the thoughts of madness itself
I feel that you deny me reproof yet I will not pity that which cannot choose
As sad as it seems to me I see I've held on to honesty gleaning
Were supposedly a friend you said having talks breaking bread
But now that I see that your truth is my lie I know time will determine the test that was cheated
The sad part I'll say and to my dismay is that there wasn't discussion, just conceded
Hope it's enjoyed, misconception eroded have the seat that keeps you yearning and teeted....
born into a world of lies
under the condition that if one does not
abide,
they are dealt with much in the same way as a
banana is when placed in the blender &
the
“puree” button is
pressed—
swiftly,
the mechanism is placed within
the cop that resides within the head of
each of us
the panopticon built within the heart
where the vampires sucked out all the blood
instilling religions & governments
obligations, rules, strategies, status quos,
and most of all the belief that
if one works hard enough
unconditional love will come from
somewhere---
some seek it in the sky above
believing choice lies which come from the
pulpit
some seek it in the thought, word & deed of the
suits
who walk with the seemingly instinctive
disgustingly carnal
need to overcome as many as possible with
supposed power---
some pick & choose in the attempt to find
another of the same mold
running round the earth for millennia
trying, failing, trying, failing
swimming from the ship that has crashed
towards another already burning
wondering if there is someone to
save
because the thought is that in the saving
an obligation will arise on behalf of the
almost-drowned---
the conditional aspect of it all is that
unless the barrel of the gun is shoved in the mouth
unless that trigger is pulled
everything
else
is
suspect.
In the first year after we first met
There was something was there. That spark
In each other’s hearts. The value exchanged
During the time we spent together.
In all seasons and in all weather. Having you
Apart of my life’s everyday experience feel
Better. The love we said we had for each other
Was so inspiring and uplifting to me.
Of Course, there was a time in my life where I thought
I would not find anyone that I could tell them
I loved and cared for them and they tell me
The same whenever we talked over the phone
Or in person whenever they called my name.
But these days all I sense is that we disagree and
Blame instead of seeing the bigger picture the
The focus becomes on the structure of the frame.
All the prayers and pleads to keep our bond intact
Could not make up for all the conversations and mentality
of the fear of uncertainty and lack, we are supposed to heal &
Lift each other up rather than come together with glasses fractured
And half empty.
There are times when I feel like I have to recharge, so I come to you from a
Place of wholeness, however as years passed I felt your love for me fade like it was severed from a two-edged blade, all I wanted with you was a stable foundation where we are both on the same page. Whenever I open up to you about my experiences and the way I feel about what I am going or growing through. My words are taken as if you think I’m complaining which I am not.
Listen carefully at the love language of my heart; our love for each other is not supposed to be based on terms and conditions, there is no fine print you being with me and me being with you.
if i didnt have you
what will i do?
if i didnt have you
where will i be?
if i didnt have you
would i see the world differently?
im liking what i see
im liking what i feel
dont want this to go
if i didnt have this i wouldnt know what to do
i just want to say thank you
for this unconditional love
my family and friends the people who made me who i am today
Do not wish for love
It will not come
As you wish
Love wishes are not writing
On the spring butterfly wings
Do not count on hopes,
Love guidance,
Or a flood of chaotic sorrow
Assurance
Love has its own weather
Its own battlefield
It has a castle, knights, bishops
And its own popes
Bypass this ancient language writing in your lips
Bypass the ancient old scripts
Bypass your heart surgeries
And feeling attacks
Bypass your orphan poems
Bypass your fate
Hold your breath
Like holding the clock hands
And the town streets
Make a list of new colonies
To invade
Through up your shade
Be a simple titan
Without a tribe support
Be an indulged new shah
Take off the shell of being
A classical woman
A Bach symphony
Turned into night soft Harem.
You will agree to this I'm sure.
We can't control the weather
but we can the temperature.
All this last week....so hot.
As much the breeze
beneath my hugh oak trees
as in the paved parking lot.
The wind crispy in its flow
wounding facial expression.
Expounding true exaspiration
at every level of discomfort I show.
The one and only consolation,
not just wish or whimsical thought.
For reconcile of comfort sought
Go inside and soak up air condition.
You will agree to this I'm sure.
We can't control the weather
but we can the temperature.
The marigolds were blooming and Sunlight on it.
The spider was relaxing on top of it.
The love was either conditional or unconditional.
I did not understand but I was watching it rationally.
Spider was calm and flower was blooming.
I felt flower was attracting the spider king.
The spider arrived at the middle and stood calmly.
I was watching it closely and carefully.
I felt that their love was conditional or maybe not.
But it was fantastic to watch them.
I saw it before that spider mostly choose marigold to rest.
The joy was amazing and the moment was one of the best.