Best Strangers Poems
the holes in the walls are all patched
and the plaster is dry
the broken glass is swept away
or turned to sand
I only want that when I see you,
you not quickly turn away…
to be forgiven--not to start over,
we know how that ends
not to be friends, we’ve tried that, too--
but, that you include my wretched
name in your whispered prayers for
all humanity...
I hoped maybe we'd be
strangers and just
...smile
January 15, 2019
Free Verse Old or New Poetry Contest
Joseph May, Sponsor
Come into my house,
Sit anywhere you like.
No, not at my table,
No, not on my chair.
Come into my house,
Sit anywhere.
I invited you,
I opened up my home.
Oh, I changed my mind,
It is a vaulted tome.
Sit anywhere.
Come into my house,
You really are not welcome.
You are a phantom guest,
And a sadly, unwanted pest,
Yet still...
Sit anywhere.
It is a perfect place,
You should have been more proud,
Just to be invited,
And permitted, in the crowd.
Sit anywhere.
With rules and hidden spaces.
And a common thought out plan,
You do not fit, so do not sit,
“Sit anywhere”.
TWO STRANGERS IN LOVE AGAIN
Two strangers learned to fall in love again
Amidst long distance tumultuous air
It buds, blooming regardless distant strains
Healing hearts that before been slaved by vain
Standing from despair their constant prayer
Two strangers learned to fall in love again
Wrap tight to gazes, drawing bigger gains
Sweet romance: the crayons to us, new pair
It buds, blooming regardless distant strains
Liberty rouse chemistry dropping sane
Their sparkling eyes mirrors pure love and care
Two strangers learned to fall in love again
To hugs and holds, seduced minds are life-chained
Devoted hearts protect: keeping their stare
It buds, blooming regardless distant strains
When sincerity of love is sustained,
everything in space and time we can share.
Two strangers learned to fall in love again
It buds, blooming regardless distant strains.
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6:47pm , January 31, 2016
Dedicated to my Huge One... :)
This is dedicated
To this girl
Her eyes told a mysterious story that exposed her danger
But my sixth sense was overpowered by the hearts need to love
a stranger
The perfect dime to my ninety which completes me entirely
This. . .
Girl
Was a gift from the universe, filled with distorted energy
Which then combined with mine, and I confused with synergy
From the start, gave her my hand
Invited her to my world,
Then gave her my heart
A heart that considered her a good habit
Which caused it only to beat in the presence of her love
and like a dove
I was then pictured as a symbol of peace and flew away in the skies
I was peace. We were peace.
Our light moving towards cloud nine, but past that to cloud infinity
Our future together was clear, close my eyes and I could see it vividly
we were like Siamese twins, take us apart and death is a possibility
I was here to stay,
my love was here to stay . . .
I thought you were here to stay so
you could NOT. GET. RID OF ME...
or could you?
I closed my eyes and I heard steps
And like a ninja, out of my life you crept
And this thief...
This thief came through the darkness of the night and snatched you
Grabbed you up
Dazed you
Flashed you
''I could do better than him'' through his false aura he screamed
Funny thing is, you believed.
I was deceived
Received with open arms
But later on replaced.
Thought of as the man of your dreams
But later on erased
Running from reality, when in reality I had to chase it
Love was a crutch to me, but I had to face it
You were the lost soul
That was seduced by the bandit
Now my heart considers you a cigarette
In other words a bad habit
Granted
I don't need you
All I need is mental stability
Acceptance of reality
This notebook
And my pen
So then...
Me and you can just become
Strangers, again.
When I was young, an urban lass, and not gregarious,
I’d never dream of speaking to a stranger on a bus.
I’d sit, demure, my eyes downcast, and hope quite desperately
That none of those weird passengers would try accosting me.
But, now I’m “fair and forty” (ish!) I’m bolder, and what’s more,
I’ve lived so long in Somerset I’d clean forgot mum’s law …
Until I went to London town to see my student daughter;
She lectured me for doing what I really didn’t oughta!
“You shouldn’t, mum! It isn’t safe!” she cried, in some alarm.
“Some folk round here are really strange. you might have come to harm!”
I’m sorry I upset her, but I carried on regardless.
I found most folks in London are quite friendly … even harmless.
Oh! I do love London Transport, and its camaraderie!
I had such fun, and lots of laughs and all completely free (!)
But now I’m home, I realise …
That weirdo, then,
Was me!!
Surely,
I had met those eyes before—
They had permeated passion with no pause,
No effort, no time in between
They had gazed upon what they knew was theirs—
Every kiss ended with another
I have known your soul in this sorry world,
And yet here you are—a stranger!
A magic indefinite
My senses expand,
As I remember when I was yours
Purely yours, as far as hearts pour
As easy as a glance
An astral romance
There, there!
That stare!
That stellar look of want and wonder,
Crossing your open lips,
A fair curve and a twist
A twinkling, and then I marvel
At the possibilities
Of the lives
The souls
The hearts
The Love
All ours!
What is this magic?
How far have you been through these galaxies?
Surely you have seen all the world by now
And worlds I have yet to know or remember…
But in these own eyes,
These own eyes of mine
What do you see?
I sob inside,
At the thought of your hollowed reality
For I feel you have no clue
Who I am
Who we were
After all these years,
These eons,
These worlds,
All those kisses
Embraces and wishes
I pictured this present moment
In yours
STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT
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two strangers in the night met
no names were exchanged
no histories were unveiled,
only shared glances
wind sighed through gaunt tree branches
in each other’s eyes
a shared moment, communion
of sacred journeys
I once met a very old man, his name it does not matter.
He taught me many important things like, "Listen, do not chatter".
I once met a colorful clown, who made everyone always smile.
But inside his heart was very sad, he begged "please, just sit a while".
I once met a homeless boy, who had traveled far and wide.
He was searching for some answers, but how he thieved and lied.
I once met a rising star, her magical voice would soar.
She sang so well from heart and soul, you could feel it to the core.
I once met a rich old lady, she had not a dime to her name.
But she had something we all want, not the diamonds nor the fame.
I once met a lone stray dog, who couldn't find his way.
I gave him food and shelter, so he decided he would stay.
Strangers we pass in our busy days, have a story we may never know.
Listen with your heart, and feel with your soul, only then will you really grow.
-Mary Waldeck
Brought my daughter to physical therapy appointment
She is filling out three long pages of paper work – front and back
I am listening to other people’s conversations
Learning about strangers keeps me in writing material
My ears are as high as an alert rabbit as I listen to others
I keep my head down, pretending I am not writing down their words.
Like candy for strangers
on Halloween night
she ties up her sweet words
in wrappers of light
Expressions of happiness
laced with a thought
of poignant remembrance
of childhood she caught
from reading your life
as you wrote it all out
in peppermint sparkles
and chocolate doubt.
holding her apron,
she captures the fall
of every confection
and rewraps them all
in yummy new sprinkles
with strawberry swirls,
she flavors the taste
for the rest of the world.
Dear Stranger,
I am not sure what you see in her
But she seems to have taken your breath away
Captivated all your senses
And robbed you of your self healing at the same time
She has become your focus, clouding your vision
I am just a fleeting thought, no longer enticing
And with no inclination to respond
Just like that...
We were strangers
love is pulling a puppy into your lap
love is being beaten, and giving your opponent a clap
love is going to Christmas dinner even though you are tired
love is telling someone that they are whom you have always admired
love is sharing your car with your cousin who is not reliable
love is trusting a friend to color your hair that is barely dye-able.
love is allowing someone enough freedom to make their own way
love is feeling great in your heart at the end of each day
love is smiling at strangers, and giving a compliment to someone new
love is giving people a second chance, and sometimes more than one or two
love is expecting the best, and being enthusiastic about others
love is treating the world like your father, mother, sister and brothers
We started as strangers, just passing by
No need to stop, no connection
Then we talked like kindred souls
Sharing our days, dreams, and goals with each other
There were times we would just cry for no reason
There were times we would laugh for hours
In good times and bad, you were there for me
We shared secrets and memories; we trusted each other with everything
We built a bond so strong
I thought nothing could come between us
But then I moved away
And slowly that bond felt like a burden
And our lives took different turns
We drifted apart like the leaves in the wind
Our once-strong bond, now starting to bend
I tried holding on, but it was too late
Our friendship fading like the sun fades at night
An unfamiliar feeling that I don't understand
The bond we had now has a different name
Our journey that was there is now gone
My soul urns for justice and it’s own freedom why is this sh** keep me awake and everything else continuously makes me break I am demonstrating my fake famous traits amazingly entertaining everyone around me they praise me by keeping my life and my name above importance’s and responsibilities. “Wow”, that’s great THANKS for your thoughts of me and about me I guess this will become a memory some day you’ll repeat this to one of your homies. I guess this is some kind of way you are showing some enemy love. Your always talking sh** about someone you don’t even know personally judge me I guess that’s all you even see or heard from some douche bag you met briefly surprised by my drama you rather be Popperazii then even worry about what’s really going on. On the local hometown news station. And really besides that I guess I keep you up at night or maybe it’s your choice in drug use???? Beats me just stay away from me please. I was board today and decided to write this just for all to see. Desperate and cold cruel is what the world turns and shows our lord what he created all of us to be why or how did you even choose this for me? I’m blessed in many ways but what is with my ex you see he’s a never ending STD which I say this cause he gave me twice. And you see he said he has never cheated on me? I know I haven’t ever had time to even pay attention to another man or woman I was always alone and waiting for him to get off work he made good money got paid every week 300 I began to find out this from his family I don’t understand why we are homeless after 8 mouths I told myself it’s time to move on I’m dumb if I stay and waste my big opportunities. He’s cheated on me and still he lied I know better cause I have proof I know I’m not perfect I have had some mistakes too but I can admit mine I’ve told him in the passed that I’ve cheated but you know he didn’t even believe me. He says I’m not a cheater! He’s right I’m not that’s why I had told him before I acted on my actions He’s a back stabber I regret being his ex and friend....
SOOTHING STRANGERS
Two sweet old ladies serve to strangers - strays.
Carafe of wine and conversation soothes.
No need for pillows soft. They do not stay.
The old maids learned their craft in Summer’s youth.
A visit from a newly married man —
Their nephew’s scared for them, alone and frail.
His daft and anxious mood akin to clan.
His aunts, they mutter, that he’s very pale.
Their brother charges down the stairs. He thinks
He is the presidential “teddy bear.”
He’s digging locks to bury all who drink.
Of all the callers seen not one they spare.
A kindly threat from wry and wrinkled face.
Delicious choice — this arsenic and lace.
7/22/2018
Your Finest Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Massey
*Arsenic and Old Lace was a dark comedy starring Cary Grant.