Best String Along Poems
Turquoise tears race on face
A broken heart empty hardened place
Like a black bird without a song
No decadent words to string along
Love is a blue bruise on battered brain
Memory of you driving me insane
Looking for a yellow happy place
Photograph ripped now I chase
The void with liquor candles and moon
Muse and I bicker that love was doomed
Sipping my soul like Earl Gray
Wishing to dispose of yesterday
Looking up at the ebony sky annoyed
To get through the night
Embrace the void
On life’s rebound mere months ago
caught head to toe in throes of woe
the youngest in my fam’ly crew
with insight to my rescue flew
she wrote me in, the caring mite
as member of a friendship site
From every place under the sun
new friends I gathered by the ton
the world itself got shrunk in size
merged lands and seas and mounts and skies
awed by the vast, new cyberspace
my throes of woe took second place
Good friends I raked in by tenfold
discarded some, if truth be told
a few I merely string along
the rest held dear in friendship strong
a wholesome blended potpourri
my cyber-spatial fam'ly tree
My best friend must remain unnamed
in his own world a man of fame
with ease he glided into mine
this angel of the human kind
who decades long has shared his life
with one he proudly calls “my wife”
Then Cyber-Cupid after drinks
with glint in eye played me a jinx
it hiccuped once, aimed arrow straight
I stepped aside but way too late
the arrow struck with practiced ease
pierced center-heart and bucked my knees
My cyber-love slid in my heart
distance despite, no inch apart
through emails sweet, fine poetry
we formed a bond unholy be
by gentle eyes, soft hazel-brown
turned inside-out and upside-down
The pastime which had woe replaced
ate hours at unwieldy pace
once-daily chats became our creed
though soon to two, then three increased
my loved one’s with me of like mind
(quite oft in chats we pen same lines)
My conscience pricks: he can’t be mine
though fine he’s loved by one as fine
in tri-love games there’s naught to gain
except but cause the good wife pain
in state of flux I chant my plight:
succumb or let my love take flight?
Many If's of Life and Dancing
If you think you can make yourself look so delicious and attractive
Yet at times frills and puffs can enhance your curly locks with delight;
If you entice you’re loving eyes: make your arms well defined and active
Then your tender delicate manners will not lose graces of your lovely sight;
If you practice dancing moves, like Fred Astaire dancing the mighty Ritz
Try playing and giving into a timely visual light up-beat song and hold,
Enjoy all that life has to offer with your friends and romancing into a fritz
Make friendliness your tender and inviting a firm grip of purest gold,
If you can speak and master the French, Irish and even speak Latin
And find out you have to acquire, a well-refined mind and not be so mien,
If you can feel the lavish scent of my long dress of silky satin
Can you not feel like calico as I dance the Ritz so I may reign?
If you play the piano and use your well-gloved hand and jam
Can you not hear the tempo of the beat and not have to pretend?
When you’re out and dancing in rhythm while you're out on a lamb
If we keep dancing neath the chandelier I know we're true friends,
Can you sing the tune" Fly me to the moon" as we dance beneath the stars
If you can play the piano bars and string along to a song as you must,
Then you'll be dancing with me under-Neath the glistening stars by far
While we keep feeling our earnest bodies dancing and loving as we just,
If sometimes you can hold me as tenderly as we dance in unison tempo
In this mighty gifted tranquil place as we're both putting on the Ritz,
While we're enraptured and enshrined like harmonies sweet kiss even though
If you place your soft hands in mine while they're playing our songs of hits,
And if we're still together as the stillness of the night lingers on
Till we both dance to our true love song till the early morning dawn.
Written: Aug. 17, 2015
Humming Bird
Unaided and jaded within a world I have created,
isolated and left alone I see my light travelling has faded.
I walked and ran to sit then stand and in my mind’s eye,
I figured my plan should be grand and decided to fly.
Lonesome in my shadow I free myself for my dignity,
although I live down below I see my darkened solitary.
Philosophical and redeeming I sense a tempting wonder,
catastrophic, dull and streaming I condense my infinite ponder.
A light travel in the distance can string along imagination,
while my sight loses resistance, and brings a wrong destination.
Couplet with internal rhyme
Travel Light Contest
Kai Michael Neumann
January 15, 2017
if but and also
all ran down a street
whose cousin’s mother’s sister
legalized love’s distant dream
with in on and beyond
following closely after
a key hole of time’s future now
spooked bejesus out of bounds
when shoes string along
black wholes green with envy turn
worms come out of closets
knots know not to sing a song
who’s to tell this from that
when clocks ring hollow
and all gods feel sorry
for four score is no more
the measure of all that entails
enshrined within without’s about
debts delinquent devout doubt
morrow’s mourning mewing moss
cons an injunction positively plain
predating position’s posture to fame
signing is a song’s sad dismay
crossing is a road without delay
as gold to ash dust turneth brown
merely’s mostly mitigating moves
shakes the earth’s shivering please
bordering boundless broken bones
if the sun’s heart skips a beat
then your turn will ours become
and if water cries life’s complete
put it down thou will be done
tomorrow is a stranger’s rising night
yesterday’s rose incites my light
love plays dangerous games
whose rules bend time and blesses names
the quill of now rests in peace
also how never more then ever
is not who is once was was
trolls never words were whether
Fashioning the favourable foul,
Cutting the caustic cordial,
Rearing a rabid recall.
Pardon the potion
When blind and blundering
We fathom the favourable foul.
String along the slug
When casually and crazed
We concede the caustic cordial.
Split the sauce
When tardily and turbulently
We receive the rabid recall.
Behold the botheration of the booze!
Jilt the jitters of the jug,
Surrender the stress of the spirits.
Do this in the name
Of the bright, the blue
And the holy camera eye.
Amen.
© 2016 Margo Cami [www.margocami.com]
Sometime, someone somewhere was so passionate about someone!!!!
They met- it was fortune!
They liked- it was fantasy!
They loved- it was destiny!
They separated- it was tragedy!
How could she let him go?
How could she say him no?
His magic was mesmerizing,
His voice was mellowing,
His soul was serene,
His heart was clean,
His words were mollifying
His mind was classifying,
His love was very intense,
But he could never commence,
He never shared his heart out,
So for her it was beyond doubt,
That someone thinks of her madly
Which she would have accepted gladly,
But she kept waiting for quite long,
That one day they would string along,
He did not say out of his shyness,
He used to address her as highness,
The time passed,
Days! Months! Years!
But still same story prevailed,
He had as yet not unveiled,
She could not carry the precious but unspecified relation forward
So spoke to him about it very straight forward,
The response was expected,
She knew she was selected,
But his nervousness in committing,
Compelled her actually for quitting,
Both weren’t ready to be apart,
Weren’t even prepared for a fresh start,
But
Life doesn’t always give a second chance,
One needs to be clear in advance,
This is what it turned out to be,
One who was at fault was – he,
Their relation is still a mystery,
He can’t forget her in his life history
Still someone is longing for someone somewhere!
My eyes are leaking more,
my throat is kind of sore,
my nose is runny
like a captured and released, single witness
that knows of the buildup.
I can’t take it anymore.
From me breathing hard
to this sneezing, sinus war.
I only had the hiccups, HICCUP.
Now I got to pick up
prescriptions for my prescription,
in my Nissan, violet pick-up
while strung on frequent violent, HICCUPs.
Next time I’ll read the fine print
before the theatre violin blends to…string along with my,
HICCUP, HICCUP, HICCUPs.
Oh boy, HICCUP.
2/04/18 “Shoulda read the fine print – 2” contest
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You led me by the nose, trailing
just behind you
Through shadow, with my heart
aflame
I tried to shake a sense of inner
dread
But I kept up with you just the
same
We string along, gaze to the ground
You knowingly show the way
There's safety in numbers, the kids are all told
You're never safe as a stray
You wound around to spin my
head
Hoping I would lose my way
You'd think I found the obvious
I only found today
(Chorus)
You walk around to draw us in
To draw your blade across our
throats
You lead us on, you know the
way
To our doom, you Judas Goat
Huddling up, view to the sky
Are we finally here?
Something is wrong, terribly long
A chute to the slaughter
Anyways, this fella an’ me, we were on a rhyme-spree.
“Bob, ” I asked, “to what now do you aspire?”
To which he replied, in a drawl slow as a wet week,
”A spire? A place no man can dwell”.
This was going to be a long ride, I could tell.
“No, Bob,” said I, wanting to make myself quite clear,
“what I mean to say is: where do you go from here? And
Not just in the geographical sense,
Though in that I have an interest as well.”
To which he replied most cryptically
“Interest compounds! Fate confounds!”
- a pronouncement with which I could not argue.
Not understanding its import in the least,
I just nodded as if to concur with this profundity
and once again ventured to elicit
an intelligible response to my enquiry, to wit:
what it was indeed that drove him onwards.
“What I mean to ask, Bob,
What it is I am seeking
Is simply to know where it is
You’re intending to go from here?”
To which he replied quite stridently
“I ain’t goin’ anywheres that I know of,
But you are surely welcome to string along.”
At this point I could not but help from thinking
That he was thinking this was a song.
“That I would very much like to do, Bob,
“And try to be good company.”
Straightaway I regretted my presumption
That I could be a welcomed
traveling companion of his.
“There’s no good company anymore,” he opined,
Pressing hard down on the throttle,
“we passed the last one way back a-piece –
Now kindly do pass me that bottle.”
Whatever I do, it is never enough
Or it always ends up being much too rough.
There is never any satisfaction
It always ends up just a fraction.
What does it take for me to succeed?
What does it take to get what I need?
Is what I need and want so wrong?
Must I always have to string along?
They all "know" what everything is,
Except that when I pose that quiz
They never want to answer me,
They always want to lecture me.
Do they really know what is true?
Or just want me to think they do,
So they can go away happy
Leaving me feeling so crappy.
Halloween Night 8/25/12
Night is coming fast,
I really want this night to last,
Halloween...Halloween,
Ghost, ghouls, muppets, angels,
Little witches practicing their spells,
Halloween...Halloween,
Graveyards appear off roads,
Cobwebs string along lumpy toads,
Halloween, Halloween,
Fog comes from no where,
Frankenstein and Dracula want your blood,
What, are you scared?
It's Halloween, the dead emerge, runnnnnnnn
Amy Winehouse and Jack Daniels come hand in hand,
The show with Ray Charles with Zombie Winehouse in high demand,
Audience drinks mugs of tropical blood,
Werewolf from Paris flies in to make life undone,
Dario Argento takes notes for cool effects,
He sits away from the demons, of all, he knows them best.
For those stuck at home,
Pass out candy to a few drones,
Tinkerbell blesses you with glitter,
Mary Poppins has to mark this moment on twitter,
Jason would rather just cut your throat,
So be nice, give him the basket, try not to choke,
The Crazy 88s are Halloween neighborhood watch,
Looks like Andre the Giant just kicked one in the crotch,
It's midnight now, the carriage now a pumpkin,
Prince is mad, no kiss tonight, skins a lump again,
Concert was a success,
Candy is gone, no more stress,
Scared to sleep now, the best comes during rest....
So reader
Amaze me
With your interpretations of my soul
Those bleak enough to peel the onion dry
And gawk astonished at the
French-fried layers tasty and rubbed
With mesquite anger and lament
What worth do I carry
For your own contemplations
Pressed against my tapestry
Do you see as I
Do I see at all
Does the world pass by
As we engage in musings
I carve from unfettered whims
And marinated gatherings
I only wish that value
Which I string along with
Licorice and toothpaste
Clog the sweet stick parts you ignore
Infuse your ability to wage
A safe night through the course sublime
That course being me
And the end game filled with
Winner's bounty
Fit for a twisted yet enthusiastic brethren.
(10/26/07)
in order to have bliss i run the risk
on the high-flying disk there is no resistance
my dreams need no practical means to reason
now that i have been given into this musing
two magnets touched by two different polarities
round and round the Karma card
Venus and Jupiter dancing in a figure 8
now that you've made the sun flip
giving and receiving are not different actions
said Metatron and Kali to the sugar-coated tongue
tasting the sweetflag and sweet cinnamon
now pacing with me one foxtrot step at a time
dancing in the end zone cheers and jeers
abundance lies in the heart that allows
if one can't see through the door, why bother?
now that your pride goeth before destruction
direct hard truth flexible with too quick to act
stars shine on both sides
you deserve better when hope is restored
now that there is no you at the head of the table
sleight of mouth que voulez-vous faire?
the sun is not a balloon you can string along
the offing is a vertical horizon
now that you have reincarnated yourself
there is a light that never goes out
a song is a song, just a song
so come on along and sing the thing
bring out the voice that the song sings
hear a singsong sing along, string along
feel the music, the verse, the whole
ringing singing swinging thing
springing along
utterly feel, vibrant and strong
just bringin' the singing along
today's the day, for all lifelong
to open up, let out, and sing a song
work song, play song, siren song,
twangin' strummin' stringin' folk song
can't do no wrong when we're
singin' the cantabile* all day long
runnin' headlong along,
'cause today belongs -
to you, to me - a whole lifelong
we'll spend our time
singin' for a song
© Goode Guy 2013-04-19
* http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/cantabile