Let’s give it one more go—
Don’t let a good thing die so fast.
Don’t let one moment bring us down;
Together, we can beat the past.
Let’s try again—maybe we’ll make it.
But if we don’t,
I promise you this:
I won’t try to fake it.
If you leave me now,
I won’t last another hour.
I can’t go on living
If your sweet love turns sour.
Together we will stand—
Apart, I will fall.
Together we can run—
Alone, I’ll only crawl.
So—
Let’s give it one more go.
Don’t let a good thing die so fast.
Don’t let one moment bring us down.
Together, we will beat the past.
Together we will stand—
Apart, I will fall.
You crawl under my skin
Again, uninvited this time
Drinking my sorrow
Your tail whips around my heart
Drawn in by the cold
Darkness you know so well
To look but not to touch
A sad spectacle to visit
But visit is all
Soak up vulnerability
Bathe in the grief
Wash off, walk home
Leave me with the well
Where undrinkable water lives
Crumbs to decorate it
Furtive missives of absolution
Dig and scrape to pry you
Draw you out from under skin
Let you down so slowly
To silently await your return
I wish I could do a pub crawl
go out and go real mad
I wish I could do a pub crawl
But it would really make me bad.
Just one sugar laden pint of ale
Would make me go a whiter shade of pale.
I wish I could do a pub crawl
It really makes me sad.
but if I do a pub crawl
it would really make me bad.
I would love to do a pub crawl
maybe for one final time
But I dare not rave, I've reached that age
Where I'm fast asleep by nine.
I wish I could do a pub crawl
it would really blow my mind.
But my sugar count is pandamount
to definately make me go blind.
I wish I could do a pub crawl
Have a laugh with all of you
I wish I could do a pub crawl
give my liver some work to do
But I cant get wired
I'm always tired
its just not a thing that I should do
I wish I could do a pub crawl
You know I really do.
but I dare not be so bold.
Ive gotten too old.
I dare not get far from my loo.
so I can't do a pub crawl
It something that I cant fix
no I cant do a pub crawl.
I guess its time to watch Netflix
CLICK!
I often wonder
are you even slightly aware
of what you're doing to me?
How you're reaching inside me,
touching me, and where?
Your words inflame me and then
Sometimes they're not enough
I want more, need you in me
like a battering ram inside
sometimes these feelings
are impossible to hide.
I often wonder
how your lips would feel
pressed against mine
would our tongues intertwine?
or could I even breathe
with you so very near
or would I just cease to exist
and die from this tryst?
Can't you see how my soul
gets lost in your eyes,
your smile, the very thought
of you holding me down
or pulling me near and
how the fantasy moves me
to tears.
I often wonder
If you enjoy those times
when you are making me feel
this way, If I begged for more
A plea whispered in the dark,
what would you even say?
I write this poetry from my soul.
Deliver it at a crawl to you
does it thrill you all I have
to say or tell me am I slowly
pushing you away??
©SamHarty
Often.
Sometimes.
I retract.
I crawl.
Like the snail
softly back within
Those circuitous silent depths
of my hollow shell.
Sometimes
The light be too bright.
life is full of experiences, something that you need to learn..
but there is no experience without practicals..
and no practicals without a man..
We hit the rock so hard sometimes..
We create beautiful episodes sometimes..
Each of these are different experiences..
Experiences that we must be ready to learn.
But when you fail to learn from them..
They will come again and again
Each taking different shapes..
Make you staunted and even crawl...
Until you learn to tackle and overcome.
infant squirms ardently;
fortune funds of observant;
fond swells with harshness;
4/14/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Many people like poems written with ordinary words.
Some that jestfully tell about life in ordinary ways,
even though life is far from ordinary,
They want poems that lighten their days.
Enough with the highfalutin language, they say.
Start writing words common folks understand.
Bring back the use of everyday words.
Oh, you want idioms (words that are canned).
I love the feel of the silken poetic words,
that tickle the ears and whisper to the soul.
they wrap your thoughts in gossamer silk,
both pleasant and bitter their goal.
Writing poetry is a road strewn with boulders.
Life wrings itself out upon our pages.
Where there's beauty, we're often drawn to the dark
found hiding behind it on various stages.
We find ourselves writing about love that threatens,
or long ago left, storming out the door, kicking aside
hope like pebbles. Or, crawling out with a whimper and
a fearful glance, then running: words we cannot hide...
ordinary words.
The glass was half empty until he smashed it on the room divider
Tequila Sunrise on the wall
Shattered the pieces lay on the ground when he walked on his shards
Barefoot floored surrender
A bitter taste of guilt as he wretched his way to the bathroom sink
Unplugged mosaic of pain
The lipstick kiss lingered on the mirror but her toothbrush was gone
Message from a bottle
Staggered in defeat he stumbled on slurred words of another promise
Twisted spluttered echoes
As he rinsed his tongue with mouthwash more lies mourned his loss
Prolonged rapid suicide
It was the kindest thing she would ever do for the wasted drunkard
Tough unrequited love
17th February 2020
THEY SPEAK HIM AS UNLIKELY
THEY WISH HIS ACCOMPLISHMENTS
WERE SOILED, AND HIM BRUISED
SO THAT THEY COULD CLAIM
HIS WORKS AS THEIR OWN
REALMS OF FRIENDS
SPEAK THEM AS YOUR ENEMY
THAT THEY MIGHT FRIGHT
AND FEAR THE POSSIBILITIES
THEN THEY SHALL CRAWL AND BEG
THE BREADS OF THEIR LABOR
SHALL BE LOAVES
UPON MY TABLE
THAT I MIGHT OFFER THEM
WHAT THEY HAVE CHORED TO CREATE.
THE GRIM OF THE BODY'S
SHALL BE SOILS FOR SEEDS OF DOUBT
THERE LABORS SHALL BE WORKS
OF MORTALS
THAT THEY MIGHT SEE ME AS GOD
WITH WORKS
THEY SHALL WONDER HOW WERE DONE
We can either be walled in or walled out
or walled within or walled without. Which
wall will you want? Regardless if short or
tall each wall will fall even if on wall your
name you scrawl. Do you want to take
credit for causing the wall to fall even if
after a long haul or for a while you did stall?
God will be waiting there to receive your call,
And on one day Christ could actually crawl.
Jim Horn
Waiting for the day love floats my way
Hoping for one that is here to play
So many gone by in the past
The further it seems I have to cast
Looking for love that won't surpass
One that can fly without having to crash
Giving it my all
Really wanting to hear the right call
Taking my time being sure not to fall
tearing down this massive wall
That has things coming to a crawl
I'm in it for the long haul
Breaking through this windfall
Plunging forward wanting to recall
A love that stands ten feet tall
One that leads straight for fun
That won't make us feel under the gun
Something beautiful that feels like we have won
Our eyes wide open
Making sure I am scoping
All the opportunities that I have awoken
Hoping the next lady can see
How much my love flows free
That will help us define
A love that will fall right in time
One that I can keep as all mine
A woman who is kind that wants to find
That thrill that makes time stand still
Making us both feel like this is the real deal
Love that brings stars to our eyes
That looks like a beautiful sunrise
My cat Shark has a flat butt crawl
that I call the cat crawl.
When he flattens his back haunch
down and starts crawling I
know he's got a bird or a mole
in his sights
He only does the cat crawl
when he's in full-blown
hunt mode.
In seconds I see him make
a through the air pounce that
would give a professional
long jumper a run for his
money.
I keep saying I'm going to
put a bell on him, but I do
not because it's truly his
favorite sport, and the
only exercise he gets.
He would weigh three
hundred pounds without
this little dab of exercise.
L-augh to see a pudding crawl,
A-s you are easily amused;
L-et your both eyes glow,
A-fter seeing the views.
M-orning sunrise above
I-s truly entertaining;
R-ays that start to ascend
A-re warm and amazing.
N-ew dawn has broken,
D-o smile while you're standing tall;
O-n the twenty-seventh of July, laugh to see a pudding crawl.
Check out Darwin Barney's abbreviated slide and crawl into third
It's on YouTube, even Darwin laughed at himself, how absurd
For all the Blue Jays fans
Got them off their hands
Worth the admission, a fun spot in a dismal year for the birds
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