Look what I've found Mum!
It was waiting right here.
You won’t believe it!
I don’t feel any fear
It feels like a good fit.
I didn’t go looking Mum?
I promise I didn’t stray,
It was waiting for me,
It said it would stay,
It was right by our tree.
So what do you think Mum?
It would never do me harm,
Your warnings I still hear,
It stays so peaceful and calm,
I feel safe with it here.
Do you think I could keep it Mum?
It’s just the right height,
It’s just what I dreamt about,
It feels so perfectly right,
I really have no doubt.
Oh please, can I keep it, Mum?
I’ll be careful, you’ll see,
It’s gentle, and warm,
It belongs here with me,
I would be safe in a storm.
Oh Mum, please, can I keep it?
It’s just what I want in a man.
They tell me when things are done,
But it’s up to me — I’ll take my time;
This control makes me want to run,
It’s up to me — and that’s no crime.
They decide where I must go,
But it’s up to me — I choose my way;
I’ll show them now, I’m set to grow,
It’s up to me — I will not sway.
They say they know it all so well,
But it’s up to me — I can decide;
If I am wrong, I’ll take the fall,
It’s up to me — at least I tried.
They all say I must obey,
But it’s up to me — I will not cave;
No one can make me stay,
It’s up to me — I’m not their slave.
Ma’am, can you please dumb it down?’
‘No, sorry if you’re starting to drown.
Okay you don’t get it,
learn a word I’ll take credit.
I won’t make myself appear a clown. ‘
There is an end in sight.
Thought that is not so bright!
There is strife
That we must climb: both you & I!
Stand!
To be Grand
But just about
the Ground.
Run!
To be Gone
As long along
the Fog.
Fly!
To be High
Only to reach
the Sky...
There is no finish line.
Though this just finds me fine!
There is life
This is just right: for you & I.
‘Why can’t you say it in a different way?’
Your phrase is not me. It’s not who I am.
I don’t care if you don’t understand it,
an apology is not coming soon;
Your phrase is not me. It’s not who I am.
The honey you want’s not the buzz I give;
An apology is not coming soon;
Conversation is painting for a poet;
The honey you want’s not the buzz I give;
My voice my choice, it belongs to me;
Conversation is painting for a poet,
we are eloquent by definition;
My voice my choice, it belongs to me;
I speak and write with flamboyant words,
we are eloquent by definition;
Can you change your DNA’s make up?
I speak and write with flamboyant words;
I don’t care if you don’t understand it,
can you change your DNA’s make up?
Why can’t you say it in a different way?
Conversational Eyes
With a face weathered
from the sun his
Eyes telling a story
caught my curiosity
The mystery in them
drove me to ask him
I sat beside him as he
Spoke with verbosity
Opening my mouth
To speak, He said
“Got something to
Ask me girly?” Speak!
Rattled I said your
" Keyes cut into my tart"
I am a babbling fool
Sitting here beside you
May I start over? Sure,
He said as he laughed
Your eyes cut deep into my
heart. You have wise eyes!
What do you see in my
Old eyes, He Asked.
You were a lighthouse
For others upon the sea
Yet I see sorrow for what
You have not achieved
Regretting you never
Married is what I see
Your eyes shine with
Softness, he smiled at me
It is never too late to find
A wife at any age, with
Loving eyes he turned saying”
" Today tis you, I was glad to meet”
Eyes are the
Windows of the
Soul
Carole Cookie Arnold
I need to find better people
to talk to at work.
I feel like I am being corrupted.
Being a guy.
I never used to talk like this,
I never even thought about it
as much as I have.
They have different opinions on what a relationship is.
They do not know how to define love.
They only care about one thing.
Unfortunately it doesn't help me,
since I could never look at my
significant other as an object.
I hope I never get to that point,
that I do not come to the same
ill fated fate that so many have.
That my relationship may grow,
that I might love unconditionally,
and look at my lady with love.
That I may show her love,
and please her, not as an object,
but as the subject of my life.
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