Best Wallow In Poems
To my terra of roots
my allegiance I vow
I wallow in your fruits
and to your flag I bow.
Dream not till wake of dawn
beaming sun light I wait
burst of glee of no bourn
the feels of the soul, sate.
Awe chills into my spine
as your Hymn in pride sung
for Home in peace I pine
and love never be swung.
How could my pen, you turn
in a fine rhyming word
as my quill longs to learn
inking with grace and verve.
Like you ...
I dream of drifting away on a sunny day
high above the cottony stuffed clouds
I'll glide erasing all the hurtful feeling inside
a season of fear will somehow disappear
and I'll be free ...like you... you see
Crazy you say ...
My dream with Prince Charming happy endings
filling out candy corn fields of sugary substance
not slowing down to lick the wounds of old
I'm told too bold to wallow in the worries
that others have laid down at the foot of empty
Like you...
Love dances off the lashes longing to look
past the surface wiped down with yesterday's
cloth soaked in the tears of disgust crying out
to be held at bay where the footprints have
walked into the kiss of tomorrow's setting sun
She hides a jar of dread
Underneath the bed
With other bottled pains
Until her feelings rust,
Collecting tears and dust
And cobwebs of old shame.
But when the night arrives,
She's just a name on a stone,
And a box of cold bones
That yearn to be alive.
She hides another lover
Under satin covers
To wallow in warm lies
Until she can forget
The folds of deep regret
That drape her weary guise.
But when the night arrives,
She's just a name on a stone,
And a box of cold bones
That yearn to be alive.
Yes, when the night arrives,
She yearns to be alive.
awoken yet still dreamy
i float towards the window
by which i wait
by which i dream
peering through the fog of reality
i think of you
how I love you
face to face
peer through those incredible eyes
you expose only to me
completely transparent
deep as you are;
gifted,
singularly unique
the sound of your voice
more intriguing
wind - tiptoes the dense forest greens
the flutter of the one butterfly’s wings
caressing the jade blue of the morning sky
my name flying from you
like angels playing their golden harps
crave Destiny’s Child
“Say my name, say my name”
their music bouncing around in my head
as i wallow in the true of you
i love you face to face
your fresh
out of the shower
complexion
my eyes are yours
surely all of nature embodies you
and i must be made of steel
you the magnet draws the beat of my heart
breaking through my ribs
to sync with yours
face to face
enrobed in your thick locks
my fingers mapping every strand
bury myself in its scent
found in the meld of us
i love you face to face
It is not fair, it is not just,
That you have things that I don't!
Do I suffer with envy and jealousy,
Coiling like a noose in my chest?
Or do I strive to improve myself?
Or do I accept you as you are,
Or love me for who I am?
Should I detest our differing destinies,
Or must I strive to enhance my stance?
Should I seek your praise or scorn,
Or must I be happy and calm?
I think I am the master of my fate,
Loving myself for who I am...?
But who am I, but a reflection of you,
A mirror of your virtues and flaws?
Admire or abhor?
Accept you, as you are,
Or love myself for who I am?
Wait—what makes you luckier?
When life's a gamble of cards and chance?
Should I grieve your destiny or mine,
Or must I strive to move my groove?
You are the image of my soul,
Reflecting light and dark.
Should I admire your charm or… loathe your faults,
Or must I cherish you as you are?
I should be the master of my fate,
Loving myself for who I am.
Should I seek your praise or scorn,
Or must I be happy and calm?
Your world stretches like a sun-drenched meadow,
While mine feels like a cramped, dimly lit room.
While I grasp a mere crumb,
Scales teetering, balance trembling.
Do I wallow in spite and self-pity?
Do I envy you, my perceived foe?
Blame the hand I'm dealt,
Crave your approval, loathe your scorn?
You have the sun, I have the moon,
This disparity throws me into a state of…
Despair threatening to swallow me whole,
Pulling me into its icy depths.
Envy you as a formidable adversary?
Chase your allure of glory or scandalous shame,
Curse your lot or perhaps my name,
Crave your radiant smile or icy chill frown?
What makes you luckier than me?
Life's a gamble of destiny and decree,
Drown in green-eyed sorrow?
I Should, I SHould, I SHOULD… I Must, I MUst, I MUST…
…Perhaps…
Just Do!
Navigate my inner world,
Chart my own course, set sail,
Embrace my authentic self.
Today, I choose to cherish us both for who we are.
Towards a future yet unwritten.
Why do you love me...
she asks with purple pause on her breath
and lips anxious for that all consuming kiss of truth...
I love you because my heart can only speak your name
my mouth can't move without your sensual song,
in my mind you are the Mistress of romantic secrets
on my body I feel the marks of your dominance,
in my dreams I see the ageless Goddess you are to me
that girl of limitless promise,
in you I see the best beauty of my Mother
her perseverance and protection of love,
I love you steadfastly
because your I.Q. stands for Incomparable Queen,
I love you religiously
because you are my ideal woman
wild...demanding...giving...punishing
you won't allow me to wallow in false satisfaction,
refusing to let me stray into helpless heartbeats,
I know that I love you because I cannot say Goodbye...
I ask you with grateful pride,
Why do you love me...
with pleasure poised on an open smile you say...
I love you because you have the touch of an angel...
J.A.B.
The life you are living does not need to be the only life you have.
We tend to dwell on the past.
Leave it buried because then you can have the final laugh.
Everything exists to end in a photograph.
Hold that picture dear, and let the demons be.
Don't wallow in your own pain and misery.
Self pity is often too afraid in accomplishing any goals.
Crawl on out of that wormhole.
It's ok to be a little fish in a giant fish bowl.
Because of one downfall, don't mean you lost your soul.
The devil deceives us with that lie.
I hate to see tears in your eye.
Spread your wings and be free like a butterfly.
Playing With Fire
Afraid for your miscreant soul
While the Devils licking tongues of flame at your heel
With oh so dirty thoughts
Afraid for the flesh
As you are lead to the pits
All the torture there in of your imagination conceives
Be pleased, to afflict on someone else
Swallow your morals
Like a sanctity pill
A Eucharist aspirin swilled down on holy water
Fear the flesh you stalwart middle class
While the upper-class
Enjoy what you cannot
As you wallow in the resistance of sin
And narrow your life to acquiescence
Puerile in such judgements
Of fickle moralities pleasure
Live a life unlived
And all its pleasure turn to guilt and reprieve
Salvation will come
When it ends
Ascend then, the Jacobs Ladder to heaven
Never knowing what it meant
To kiss with abandon
But rather, suckle to demon lips
All those desires in their fetish of flesh
One last look at the skin you left
Untested
Resist my swarthy middle mass citizens
And ply the trade
Of your own oppression
Condemn me, I dare you, to some raging inferno
Where the appeasing of your righteousness
Knows no bounds
In another climactic prayer for torture
I will play with the bonfire
Rather than mess with poor dripping candles
I will stand proud and defiant
And declare that I
Am Human
for Christie
Written: June 26, 2023
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In this vast realm of treacheries untamed,
Where existing accessories are named,
No spry remedies to heal the soul's plight.
We're left to wander through the darkest night.
But what's passed speaks through memories so true,
A reflection of the things we once knew,
Recall them as we dearth, with a twist.
Inserting our frame of mind, we insist.
Such as a kaleidoscope, time spins and turns.
Revealing the colors of all that we've learned,
Each moment is a fragment, a piece of the whole.
A tapestry woven within our souls.
The past is a canvas for us to explore.
A treasure-trove of emotions galore,
But what lens shall we exert to view it unfold?
Which perspective will we screen to behold?
Shall we adjust the lens with a gentle touch?
To focus on joy, the moments we cherish much?
Or twist it with force to magnify pain.
And wallow in sorrow again and again?
Perhaps we'll skew the lens to create a haze.
And blur the memories that our hearts cannot face.
The kaleidoscope of time holds the key.
To shape our past as we wish it to be.
So let us embrace this power we hold.
To mold our history and to be bold.
In the kaleidoscope of time,
We control the narrative and the rhyme.
Let us paint a picture of love and delight.
Of triumph and courage, shining so bright.
With each twist and turn, we can redefine
The tapestry of our lives is so divine.
Sitting in a house . . . a home
Across from a husband and a wife
I look at her
Saddens fills the orbs of her dark eyes
Her breathing short . . . shallow inhalations
Panic and fear waiting to pounce
My heart pleads for her . . . be strong
I look at him
His eyes bright . . . projecting confidence, love
Strapped into his wheelchair
This once mighty man
Is trapped in a body that betrayed him
I close my computer
Finished . . . dreams shared
Hope and desires expressed
A way forward captured
Time for me to go . . .
But the questions remain
Life . . . Death . . . Why?
Why him?
His family?
Why?
I hear strokes on a keyboard
A mechanical voice vibrates from small speakers
“May I pray?”
This broken man is not done
I close my eyes feeling the moisture leaking out
“Greet each day with a smile”
“Dance in the rain”
“Embrace love and rejoice”
“Be strong and fear not”
“There is victory over death”
“Life . . . Eternal life!”
This broken man with the unbroken spirit
Is ministering to me, to his family
Dying but still concerned for the living
What an incredible love, a powerful faith
Living and dying well
Listening to his typing, I realize . . .
I have no power over the eternal questions
Of life . . . of death . . .
But God does
This limitation of my humanity is NOT
So I can wallow in despair – NO!
But so I can hope in God!
Thank-you my dear friend
I will never forget you
Your words of hope and love
Your faith
Dancing in the rain.
Note: My friend died six months after this meeting.
David Meade
Love Generously
June 13, 2015
Sometimes in November
When the sun is sitting high
A warm Fall breeze will steal the leaves
And cause the trees to cry
Sometimes in November
A butterfly will appear
A cherished thought, a battle fought
For one you loved so dear
Sometimes in November
A daughter will pass away
You wallow in grief, seek relief
And then you learn to pray
Sometimes in November
An angel gets its wings
It's good and bad but always sad
Both joy and pain this brings
Sometimes in November
A family must say goodbye
As Heaven awaits to open its gates
To November's butterfly
In a devastating crash,your life comes rushing in,
The pain is all around,and you don't like where you live.
You see your all alone,least that's the way it seems,
your realities up-side down and you wake up in a scream.
Just turn your head,you'll see your friends all by your side.
Just look ahead,you'll find the peace that lives inside.
The road is long,keep pressing on,He'll make you strong.
Always by your side.
Sometimes the pain is deep,we just break down and cry,
we don't like what we see,and we have no strength to try,
to pull ourselves out,of holes we've fallen into,
we wallow in the doubt and we don't know what to do.
Just turn your head,you'll see your friends all by your side.
Just look ahead,you'll find the peace that lives inside.
The road is long,keep pressing on,He'll make you strong.
Always by your side.
Would you even miss if I were to die?
Or would it be only a showing of your pride?
What if I told you I contemplated suicide?
Would you duck your head and run away and hide?
If you were to notice how depressed I really am
would you reach over and show me a true friend?
The thought that you wouldn't eats me up inside,
my tears are overflowing the well has now run dry.
Friendship calls for sacrifice and not just on one side
I gave my all to you to take and toss aside.
It's sad to think I drop everything to run and do for you;
you do do things for me but expect payment from me too!
Reaching out to someone is very hard to do,
it makes it even harder when you know they won't come thru.
My door is open always and I never charged a toll,
but I seem to pay one when you cross my threshold.
Maybe I will stick around and wallow in self-pity,
or maybe this will be the last of me you'll see!!!
WHEN JUSTICE TOOK A HOLIDAY
Justice took a holiday today;
Peace fought back the tears.
The mourners came to knell and pray:
Guilt having choked the apathy of the years.
No eulogy can change the present or the past;
No commentary can ease the lingering pain.
What a mockery is made of “free at last”;
Only God has escaped the pointing blame.
Tomorrow will bring new tales to be told.
There’ll be no victory upon this cloudy scene;
Only memories of shades of gray of days of old:
Once again, humanity blinded to what was seen.
Yes, the more things change, the more they stay the same;
God forbid, we’re heirs to lives immune to festering shame.
So keep your eyes watching God while waiting for freedom to come;
The pursuit of happiness, life, liberty and justice, is still only for some.
But let us not whine and wallow in debilitating despair;
Let us not be like those who say they just don’t care;
With our audacious faith, there’s nothing we can’t bear.
So let us keep on keeping on with the last sweet breath that is left;
Let our cry be: “America! Give us liberty! We have given you our death!”
I was told rock bottom is a sad place,
a land full of misery and disgrace.
Rock bottom wasn’t bad at all,
I had quite a joyful ride taking that fall.
Lessons were learned in that enchanting city.
It taught me how to be grateful and not to wallow in self pity.
Everyone should visit Rock Bottom once or twice.
It is a great reminder of how amazing it is to be alive.
The most dazzling sight can be found at Rock Bottom’s pit,
just tilt your head up and you can see it.
A beacon of light that will sting your eyes,
rainbows that magically crystallize.
So, If you ever find yourself hitting Rock Bottom,
take heed that this is not an unfix-able problem.
Do not let yourself become distraught,
observe the lessons that will be taught.
Learn from them and let yourself grow,
to that beacon of light with the magnetic glow.