for your problems, your dilemmas,
give yourself wings, read, write
live life in poetry....
If it doesn't heal, at least it comforts...
Put me gently down, on our great, confort-rose
petalled bed.
Brush your lips on mine, warm and cherry red!
The gentle clock of time, breathes ever so softly
into the Springtime night.
Of our beautifully choreographed lovers samba
of sensual might.
To create a child born of love’s grand, memorable
Arcadian continued history.
To bring into this world a magical offspring
To bless this world with tender, loving, mystery.
12/ 18/2021
My life I leave without a fight
Those vile creatures in their spite
Have taken hold of all I own
And dragged me back to where they roam
The forests of the night.
Their eyes aglow with bestial greed
They slither round at sickening speed
Their sympathy is no defence
Their clamouring but a mere pretence
It‘s my raw grief they need.
It’s me they crave but not my flesh
These weeping wounds that bleed afresh
But lubricate the coiling mesh
That tight encircles me.
They feast upon my fear and pain
And stoke the embers yet again
To full blown tragedy.
Yet still no tears have I let flow
The bleak despair I’ll never show
That they would have me cede
Should I find arms to confort me
So loving and strong they'd have to be
Seeking not to stem the bleed.
4/12/20
126 words
My eyes open as I remember my life as a Child, with open arms that wanted closeness.
A Hug that would last for ever, and smiles that confort me, a touch that I will remember.
My eyes open and I remember the great life I was given a special person who I can be.
A Hug that I can give a smile that I can show, not for decieving, but to show my heart.
My eyes open as I hold my own daughter for the first time, I can see who I become.
A Hug that was given, a smile that can be shown forever through my daughter.
My eyes open and my dream as a child came true as I recieved the same as her.
A Hug who made me and a smile that gave me hope, and now in return and it mirrors me.
POEM 16 OUR WOMAN
OUR WOMAN HASLF OF THE RACE
SHOULD ALWAYS WALK WITH GRACE.
WE ARE JUST AS GOOD & JUST AS BAD
AS ANY MAN MADE BY GOD'S HAND.
GOD MADE WOMAN AFTER MAN TO CONFORT
HIM & TO HOLD HIM UP.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR
I promise to you my heart
My honesty,my loyality,my realness
I promise you won't find it in
Anyone else.
I promise to you i will be there for you.
I will love and confort you,hold your
Hand.when times are rough
I promise to protect you provide for
You.
All these promises are real
And my words are true.i love you and
Always will.
Enough is just a word to end,
This inner pain that comes over and
agian.
Never releases as though i am not
heard.
These emotions are never
preferred.
As saddness is always so heavy,
Days as streangth becomes weary.
Slumber has seemed to become my
haven.
My tears are always what's been
given.
No confort as there is only the
knowlage,
That all in life hangs upon an edge.
How am I to raise aginst the weight,
Or am I to finally bend to my fate.
Tears could not wash away my pain,
Or the hurt thats carried through
my vains.
Loudly I've shouted "This is enough"
Another day I've cared not to Love.
Let me live life with saddness,
For I dreamt the Joke of Happiness.
le rêve lucide
ne peut pas revenir à
dormir
après un rêve si lucide
après vraiment croire que le monde que vous occupiez,
était en fait,
celui de droite ---
ne voulant pas quitter le confort de ce lieu
que vous nouvellement entré en
(bien qu'ayant aucune idée de comment),
où toutes les personnalités semblent agir de la sorte
que vous pensez qu'ils le feraient,
ce moment parfait créé par l'esprit
est une cruelle
cruel
blague.
Life:
To you, life may seem long and meaningless...
To me, life is the very glass that reflects our
past and fraigle future...
Family:
To you, its the most important and big part of your life...
To me, its the least important thing, full of secrets and lies...
Friends:
To you, they lend you a helping hand...
To me, they're a hasle and not really worth my time...
School:
To you, its the latest gossip...
To me, its a jungle Not worth exploring...
Money:
To you, its all about what you can get out of it...
To me, its the symbol of greed...
Homes:
To you, its the confort of being safe...
To me, its a traped cage...
Lovers:
To you, they acquire you're love...
To me, they're God's messed up way of toying with you...
Music:
To you, its just a reason to dance...
To me, its my very essence...
Animals:
To you, they're your toys to screw and spit out whenever...
To me, they're my very being, my reason for living...
Earth:
To you, its your personal trash can...
To me, its the beautiful foundation of my very existence...
Yeah, I definitly see the world threw passionet eyes like no other,do you love me now...
I sit by the phone waiting
I call time after time again
Counting each ring as they go unanswerd
Tonight there's no voice to confort me
No one to say "I love you".
My time is up, and I hang up
My heart aches, as my tears fall
I wanted to say "I miss you".
As I sit by the phone waiting
Lemon grass & ginger broth
mint lamb an sorrel
asparagus,soft egg sauce
strawberry sponge with
black pepper ice cream
confort food
Try!
I love the way your hair shines in the sun,
How I can look at you and forget to ever be sad,
Looking deep into your eyes and seeing a galaxy of dreams,
The texture of your shaggy hair,
Shaping of your hands,
Fraiming of your smile,
The same green jacket you always wore,
Caracter that held me close,
Each day that passes I long for you more.
Your voice brought me peace,
Your laughter brought me hope.
Hope to be with you and your love for the rest of my days.
Now distance has torn us apart,and with it ripped us to shreads of matter,
Fibers,
Strings.
Meening and vertue lost to the tide pulling and pushing us.
The meening of being lost yet again to the world
Blinded by the fog of distress that lingers in our hearts.
These dificulties of being apart.
Sleep only left to confort,
as it holds our fragile minds in an illusion of joy,
Untill a day where we don't have to rely on dreams any more.
Anguished
Lord, I feel a plethora full of pain.
My faith and my hope slowly begin to wain.
Where are you? Are you there?
I cry out to you, but; a whisper of a prayer.
Tired of giving up, I want to breathe my last breath.
To rest my weary life, pass on my soul on to the reaper of death.
My physical pain is almost too much to bear.
Leaving me emotionally drained to the point that I really don't care.
Why do I have to endure such anguishing agony?
So much pain physically and emotional tormenting?
Hear me...hold me..confort me..before it's too late..
Lord, I beseech you! Before; my worldly being decides its own fate.
The city is in chaos
these days that Love
has felt tired of walking
and has decided to take a nap
on its asphalt
The sidewalks are full of people
who came to see what is going on,
and since no one takes the risk
of stepping on so strange a visitor,
streets are not being crossed,
traffic has stopped existing
no car dares to move
or to pass through, the crowd
has become almost impossible.
No one can get anywhere.
So, a pact has been made
unanimous and silent:
thieves cannot run
so they don't steal,
sick people are being carried
by the nearest group of policemen,
we stop fires using buckets
we fill with water
and pass hand to hand.
We are helping our neighbors
because we know we need them strong,
we are working together
for food and confort
of this frontierless community
that has arisen.
As long as we don't get to our offices.
we don't get any money
and we are exchanging everything
Priorities by now have changed
and all the rest with them
Oh my God!
The city is in chaos
unrecognizable these days when
Love has lain down on its asphalt.
Patricia Evans
I know someone real special
Shows kindness and love from within,
Always there to confort me in time of need
Without a dought shes one true friend.
When my day isnt going so good
I know she is there for me,
Never puts me down a bit
But says by my side shell be.
We often would go for lunch
Shopping is always so much fun,
We stop for ice cream once in awhile
Course, its always secret from everyone.
But the best part of this friendship
Which still amazes one to see,
For it very rarely happens now
This poem's about my mother and me.
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