Best On The Same Page Poems
The aunites gossip back home
About how you've grown
Out of your white cotton frocks
And into red silk saris
They talk about how you're ripe for marriage
About how quickly boys flock to you--
Your family's rich and you are beautiful.
Like a princess but with none of the excess.
Their perfect Indian girl is rather simple.
But, the real you they can never comprehend.
Those brown khol-rimmed eyes with
That understated nose ring confuses them.
They'd rather ignore your luscious red mouth.
Those soft lips were like velvet as they brushed across my lashes as you pretended to blow sand out of my eyes one drunken night on a Konkan beach.
Both too scared to be the first to say anything
We just sat there drunk and giggling
When the aunties speak of you
I can't help but imagine
Things that leave
Little to the imagination.
I am a woman
And you are a woman
We're on the same page.
The boys will wait.
Remember our High School classes?
Watched you fidget with your glasses.
Slender fingers twirled chestnut hair,
enough to make me stop and stare.
I caught that twinkle in your eye,
envisaged stroking supple thigh.
Then you flashed me your trademark smile,
made perseverance all worthwhile.
Recall when snuck into your house,
not wake your folks, a quiet mouse.
Left your spare key under a rock,
so in I'd come at twelve o'clock.
I'd savour watching you asleep,
green eyes squeezed shut whilst counting sheep.
Snuggled under cotton bedspread,
know you like left side of the bed.
It's been so long, the time is right,
our passion soars like doves in flight.
I just know we're on the same page,
let's move things on to the next stage.
From the rooftops I'll proudly shout,
for in the end, true love will out.
Hearts beat as one, we're meant to be,
what do you say, please marry me?
~ ~ ~
"What the hell, creep?! I scarce know you!
Twisted confessions make me spew!
Tainted by debased disorder,
can you spell 'restraining order'...?"
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8 syllables on every line - checked with howmanysyllables.
12 November 2017
I used a more simplistic approach than my usual style as I was trying to put myself into the mind of a stalker - what's going through his head and how would he try articulating that to the target of his obsession? Hope it worked. And now I need a shower... urgh!
For the "Stalker" contest, sponsored by Silent One.
(2nd Place)
FLIRTY EYES
“These eyes are made for looking
And that’s just what they’ll do,
One of these days these eyes,
Are going to look all over you”
Thanks Nancy for helping out,
I’ll take over from here!
Eyes whether black or brown,
Or green or blue,
Will seduce you whether
You want to, or had any clue,
For that is what women’s eyes do!
They stare at a man they like,
With a lustful come hither look,
Reservedly perhaps, over an open book,
Or over a glass of champagne or wine,
Giving the man to understand,
We are on the same page, even line!
They have a dreamy seductive gaze,
And their eyes look dreamy, they laze
Over you, that is secretive and exciting,
Suggesting a knowing that is inviting!
They have lashes that could tickle
All through the night,
And a cleavage they show, that is just right!
Such flirty eyes have a misty shine,
Please join me, I feel you are now mine!
Try to find good in each day
It helps me along my way
I look around
Trying to see where I'm bound
Hope one day I'll be found
Sometimes not so sure
Life's a blur
Anger in my heart
Won't let it tear me apart
I have to be better than that
Pulling a smile out of my hat
Concentrating not on what's bad
That makes me sad
Sometimes it is hard
Especially if my soul feels jarred
Lost in a world full of hate
Looking for a clean slate
When I'm down
I refuse to drown
Stuck in a thought
Hard fought
Your mind
I find
Is a rough place to get lost
Pain is usually the cost
Hard to separate
Love and hate
Fate
Fear leaves you stuck on the same page
Rage
Leads down an empty road
Doubles your load
Step away
Open the door to a new day
Try to smile
It will help after awhile
Make it your style.
You say we're on the same page
but I'm in another book
you say that you know me
come take a closer look
but no matter how close you get
the image remains the same
a touch without feeling
a face with no name
You see with your eyes but your heart is blind
your afraid to let go...afraid to unwind
what are you so afraid to lose
why are you so scared to choose
why are you afraid to cry
we are only human
with no wings to fly
Break down the titanium wall
please let me in
as long as we fight together
the battle we will always win.
This poem will be featured on the Home Page of Poetry Soup this week
Perfect for Father's day, It s a repost that many have yet to see.
Happy Father's Day
~A Gem of an Inheritance~ Reposr!
Leave your family with virtues
taught, that are Divine!
A major quality called integrity,
will keep their world ashine.
Teach them to never be a sheep,
But, in all relations to shepherd goodness!
A sparkling gem to share and keep.
Above all, to honor God and learn His
teachings.
To know fully He and Only He,
is the source of all Healings.
To not speak a word of evil against
another, a most egregious sin!
All the rage today, in this ungrateful
world we live in!
Above all to share with all others.
For, indeed we are all His sons
and daughters;hence all sisters
and brothers.
Teach them they are perfect as is,
There is zero reward in all our
worldly wins!
For winds come and then pass us
quickly like a bitter, winter wind.
These values are not in 401Ks
nor big banking accounts.
The values of The Spirit?
Oh! How much more, they do count!
October 12, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios |
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Date: 6/21/2020 1:42:00 PM
Excellent pen! The Spirit of the Lord is Divine and we must implement that in our soul and other souls. God bless you! Love Chantelle hugs xx
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 6/21/2020 1:58:00 PM
Thank you for evading it and commenting, dear Chantelle. You are most accurate in your comments. I lived for years as an arrogant fool being better than God. I lost much for doing that. Nearly dying in the process. I had to be brought to Death's door to get the message.a miracle I am still Alive! Bunny hugs, Panagiota xx
Regina Riddle
Date: 10/12/2019 10:10:00 PM
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Yes. God above all. He is love and will get us through anything that comes. God bless you with so much love, Gina
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 10/12/2019 10:19:00 PM
Gina...we are on the same page..,,Panagiota. Hope you had a great day Panagiota
David McHattie
Date: 10/12/2019 5:37:00 PM
Well put my friend. Life is not as complicated as most people think. Have a great day.
Panagiota Romios
Date: 10/12/2019 6:15:00 PM
Greetings David. Always love to hear your input. Panagiota xx
My heart drops
at ankle bites
Aren’t we all a part of human-kind…
Kindle kindness
The human race…embrace
Poli-ticking bombs, , ,
b r e a t h e…
Play ping-pong
d i s c u s s
Don’t be a ding-dong,
shrieking bell
We aren’t all right,
or wrong.
Hate religion…okay,
but it is okay
that some are religious…
don’t a b u s e them
We a l l have beliefs.
Depending on where your heart is,
is where your issue is -
not nearly everyone
is on the same page,
but be
k i n d -
like a gentle wind
Don’t be
over-ripe -
don’t let your words ripple
like whips, tearing others apart.
Love thy neighbor
kiss their hands & feet, metaphorically;
kiss each cheek
"Lord what fools these mortals be!" Wm. Shakespeare
I hesitate to be on the same page,
with I the greatest poet of the ages,
but I believe his words to be true now,
fools gathering when it is not allowed.
The fools don't care who they put in danger,
be it a love one or perfect stranger,
they have no conscious when told to stay home,
as out in the streets they carelessly roam.
So, the only way to make them comply,
big fines, long jail time, government should try,
in order to flatten the virus curve,
and help all the caregivers who serve.
If I am wrong and callus so be it,
remember the curve top we have not hit.
Every Wednesday lunchtime
Lexie temporarily leaves
the deafening silence of the multi-storey library
to swim at the local pool.
The echo and splish-splash
of the mothers and the toddlers, lane swimmers
washes through her busy mind
whirring with words and stories,
whispers of change;
shhhhhhh.
Librarian Lexie undresses,
emerges poolside, transformation unveiled
drawing looks as a painted lady
she remains Incognito.
Incredible pictures of mermaids and flowers and elves,
illustrations of her many selves;
for by day Lexie tends to the library shelves -
books to be catalogued and listed.
For Lexi loves orders and systems
yet by night, stories take flight,
she's an author of fantasy fictions -
prophecies and predictions.
As Lexie swims
her pictures through the prism of the water shape shift
and her mind drifts to the publisher,
the man who entangled her heart with his way with words.
Avoiding alliteration amplified his love language,
promised her a future in literature,
in cursive script he bewitched her,
he was wanting to brand her.
But Lexie read between his lines,
she found him grasping and greedy,
a dance with a demon,
and she told him, “we're not on the same page”.
And enraged she drew him
between the devil and the deep blue sea
just above her right knee
illustrated as an apostrophe -
a reminder that he was just too possessive.
Sunset. Synergy is moving between chairs
that don't quite match, widening tight circles
of rovers. Muses Cafe, a small cove where
views internalize, so we heave heavy troubles
outside. Minstrel Mary Anne Epp shelters
songs about happenstance. When a server drops
a plate, she ad libs, Save cracks for later.
Heads nod to her witty vibes, bite-sized bops.
Inspiration strums as parlance sighs, Good grief,
my journal's at home. You say, All's fine.
but your purse offers only ONE loose leaf,
curiously room enough for TWO to lay lines.
Pens groove. Friend, you prove that poets can wage
self-determined verse while on the same page.
*For Kathryn
PLIGHTS FOUGHT TOMORROW KNOWN
WRITTEN FOR DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. HOLIDAY 2016 (Versified!)
As days transpires, better we focus.
As life transgress, better our voice.
A walk, a talk, a political aspect of religion and righteousness.
Via the Founding Fathers we separated church and state.
Socio-political and socio-religious are the floodgates.
As we remember, tears may drop,
Is it the strength we possess that ruminates us?
We overcame our struggles and we are abreast to our accomplishments.
We are the United States of North America.3
Analysis of our external environment let us know
that we are a strong workforce.
That we are no more separated by the color of our skin.
That our unity is our identity of different nations of human beings.
That our mien is our self-image of economy –
the” big picture” of demeanor.
When we falter, we recoup.
We do not assume we will fall from what others do.
We are the people of our regions that are vast and wide.
We are negotiators of our lives.2
As we celebrate today in our mind-sets,
we know what may overwhelm us.
This could be how far we have come.
Or, it could be how far we will continue to go -
to climb the mountains that we must peak -
to deplete human suffering from the illness we perceive.
That is what is known and all the possibilities.
We have witnessed many tragedies from the
time of formation to present day.
But oh, we can find glory just as well in our beliefs,
creeds, and unity.1
Envois is this discourse.
Pro-activism edifice verbalized.
But to no idiom this loll.
We are all part of the same universe.
Each has his or her role to play.
All are formidable when the goal is stated.
May one be easier than the other?
May we strive to be a part of the same country?
Where we are awe-inspiring but together.
That is on the same page.
Where our lives are the similarity, and the same is our home front.
This is right outside our front door.4
The plight is fought and tomorrow is known!5
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Written January 16, 2016!
It all started on a summers day
but my world was dark and gray
It was about 4 months and two weeks ago
The sun was high but I was feeling low
We were just beginning to be friends
I didn't know how well this would end
PART 1
Anyway on that faithful day
My day of gray
You comforted me in my time of need
Please don't be sad,you started to plead
From that day forward
My days of gray
started to brighten up
In each and every way
I started to notice
The twinkle in your eyes
It would not let me despise
all the bad things you did
Slowly and rapidly
I began to fall in love with those eyes
But that's where I went wrong
For everything that falls
Breaks
My love for those eyes
Grew deeper and deeper
Everyday you would sit next to me
You would look at me with those eyes
Those eyes that twinkle in the sun
Things got a bit more serious
But I miss our late night chats
We used to talk to each other about everything
I remember when you revealed your love of cars
There was something in those eyes
That made it twinkle more than before
You were like a child not a care in the world
You took me to to the Halloween dance
Held me through that haunted house
And the day ended
with a hug
Then you started posting WCW pics
I started to ignore you
Hoping I'd be missed
And I was right
You tricked me into hugging you
At the moment
It seemed your heart was true
That memory had me smiling for days
I thought we were on the same page
Maybe I was misunderstood
Or mislead
By those eyes
Then the unthinkable happened
Your heart went to someone else
I'm happy for you
You finally decided
Now these days
No words are spoken
Only the memories
Replaying in our minds
But every time I look at you
I fall in love with those eyes all over again
If I could spin back time
I would go back to the day of gray
And fix my mistake
Of falling in love
with those eyes
It's an eternal arrangement
Every week or two I have promised to send him some chocolate
Nothing fancy-just a thought from me to him
Just to let him know that I am on board with our destiny
We will be forever friends
Chocolate has medicinal properties too you know
It melts your heart and keeps us on the same page
Best friends forever so more chocolate I will send!
It's sorta like storing up brownie points for the future you could say!
By the time I get to heaven I should have sent him one ton of chocolate
And a gym membership!
Gwendolen Rix
11-22-14
Hey, those friggin’ books you read
‘bout bein a metro dude
so into part-time love does not thrill
this awesome boo, no way!
Man, I am on act eight of flaps chillin’
about passion reborn with footnotes
kinda whack and sentimental;
while you dig outdated pgfs
googling for instant romance!
Seriously?
Well, if you can’t act real and be
the legend of our sweet stuff,
we’re not on the same page, aight?
Kewl, find more square books
and take a long hike ‘cuz I’m outta my way.
Fail!
Colloquialisms Contest, Laura Leiser
7/27/2015
Elegy To Love
Shy glances from o’er ones shoulder
Longer looks that become bolder
Grade school crushes, Painful blushes
Turn to longing… as one grows older
Strangers still (but not for long)…
Hanging out on mid-summer night
A game of tag, A touch so slight
A mad dash away, but not too fast
Mutual wishes… for the night to last
Total strangers? (Not anymore!)
Late Moonlit night,
Bedecked in magic mist
shared pilfered cigarette
First shared stolen kiss
Strangers no more (But not lovers yet)
Drive-in movies, cuddlin’? Yup!
Watchin’ each other, not the screen
Makin’ moves, feelin’ grown up
Only get one time to be a teen
Strange to be apart (bereft when we are)
Quick drive out of state
Taking vows before a justice of the peace
Quick decision, (cause she’s late)
Doin’ the right thing. That’s what they think at least
Strange to be an adult. (much less a parent to be)
Entry level job, minimum wage
Diapers and tantrums, daydreams and debt
Ofttimes seem not to be on the same page
Still feelin’ the glow…and yet
Strange to be middle-aged
Kids are of an age
Where their constant condition
Seems to be only of rage
In their time of transition
Stranger still (the going downhill)
Kids gone now
Ardour slowing
Seems somehow
Less affection showing
Strange changes (in trust and in faith)
Going separate ways
More often it seems
No longer sharing
Similar dreams
Stranger still, that coldness creeps in
That the love and the trust…
wither slowly away
Weather into dust as gently
As night… turns into day
Stranger by far
From strangers to lovers
Is the life circle we close
From lovers ‘neath covers
to “what God only knows?”
Strange indeed!
Is the course of one’s life
The path on which we wend
The curious way that husband and wife
Change and become
…strangers again...