If I must handcuff your hands
Or tie you to the bed
I would gladly do it
You're not going anywhere
For you are stuck with me endlessly
You will always be my man
And no other woman can take you away from me
Because;
We
B
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G
Together
So look deep into my eyes
As I feel your heart beating next to mine
Now tell me
Am I not the woman
You want in your life
Tell me
Am I not the woman
Who treat you like a king
Tell me
Am I not the woman
Who completes you full
Plus give you
Unconditional love
You never knew existed
The two of us had our share of bad times
Yet still
We're tenacious as;
R
O
C
K
S
If I must climb the highest mountain
Just to be with you
I would do it with every breath I take
For me, without you makes no sense
Therefore, you are all mine
And I'm truly yours
F
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The source of love
The vulnerability of hate
The agreeable organ
The organ of fierce debate
The freedom to choose
The Handcuff of Fate
The Lost
The Found
The Forward
The Turned Around
The All
The Nothing
The First Class
The Second Rate
The generous mate
The selfish ingrate.
(The heart is strong
and the heart is weak
the heart is brazen
and the heart is meek --
needy enough, fond nature
enough, to take a baseless
chance on love in advance)
world’s smallest handcuff
chained heart never to part love
wedding ring sparkles
I found me when I lost you
Can’t explain why I feel free
Never was unwilling or untrue
I just feel that sky is freeing
And believing myself to be spiritually
Free as a red herring how
Could I ever be caged willingly
I eagerly embrace a loveless cage
One where no handcuff wedding ring is placed
On my finger to linger and cement my place
Oh how could I make this mistake
I’m a bachelorette in satin dress
Happy to be pursued unwilling to be glued
To another’s idea of who
I am supposed to be for him for me
I’m a bird who hates the cage of matrimony
The flashlight shines upon my face as I hand the cop my
driver license.
police cars blocking the road, Singles cop behind the wheel
let me through
not who they are looking for
I wave and drive on
not knowing why or even what was going on
and now my window won't roll up
technology
A few miles into the darken night
my headlights show the image of an hitchhiker thumbing
for a ride
I speed up and pass him by
not tonight on this road
a few more miles and slam brakes
road block again by a fallen tree
huge tree not just blocking but crumbling old road
bad night for a dead phone battery
Back up and turn around down the road on the side police cars
with lights flashing, cops handcuff hitchhiker
I slow and drive by and our eyes meet
the suspect and me
If I gave you a ride freedom was blocked by a big tree
his eyes told me were he wanted me to go
stopped and waved, told cop about fallen tree
Looks like I have to go the long way now
Try the window again still stuck
and it begins to rain.
There was a big party for smiling groom
Ceremonial before his wedding at noon
The men celebrate
The smallest handcuff made
Is the wedding ring he will wear will soon
the judge was angered
at the repeating drunkard
now he is tuckered
for he heard enough
of his lies and made-up stuff
cause of the handcuff
claimed he was not drunk
blamed the other guy that punk
~meaning the tree trunk
defendant will rise
looking at the evidence
he's telling the truth
that's ridiculous
he's innocent and the guilt
~falls on the tree trunk
proved himself sober
at the masquerade party
~tree trunk who got drunk
If the years have granted some wisdom,
Then thankfully, I'm old enough.
Old enough to recall colorful details,
When black & white TV's, weren't enough.
Old enough to remember a full head of hair,
When my main concern was dandruff.
Yet old enough to know the difference,
Between all the important stuff.
I've become old enough to think critically,
Hopefully avoiding any fisticuffs.
While being old enough to avoid the scandalous,
Since I'm not fond of any handcuff.
Through it all, I've tried to be tactful, & not so very tough.
So that whenever I'm asked my age or how old I am ...
I simply respond, I'm old enough.
Handcuffs for Chief Craig who snuffs!
No longer seems one who bluffs,
Empty his third boxed up Snuff;
I could not help “An Enough!”
The act capturing as duff,
Performer to nostrils rough…
Pity had I for Craig’s nose
Brownish Powder hoped to close:
Bad Air spreads each time it blows,
East/West: wherever it goes…
Craig’s fights with snuff getting tough,
Off Craig should his thick skin slough;
Keep I shall for him voice gruff
But for a Chief not him cuff.
the many things we forget
that we didn't know...
it was still summer for us,
the assassins were far away
with his envelopes and phone calls.
you're tired of saying no,
while I stumbled
in every shadow that swallowed us alive.
the universe shouldn't be that big
if we can't handcuff
the stars to our destiny,
because we suffer in layers
and the levels of anguish
work like a spiral
that descendant goes to hell,
where pain and torture build
our weakness and iniquity.
lovelessness also obeys this rule
and the only talent we have left
is the dissimulation,
that can be judged on how we resist
to everything that tramples and crushes us,
while we falsely bloom
like an old and tired tree,
whose branches no longer have flowers and fruits
to offer or see.
The eye is the window to the soul.
Proverbs 30:17
Your eyes tell me
you don't think our love is enough,
life is no longer carefree,
love has become a handcuff
that keeps you unfree
and stagnant.
Your eyes tell me
freedom has become a magnet,
forcing you to flee
all of love's entanglement.
You are blind to my heart's plea,
And so, just go!
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November 17, 2021
Has anyone ever wondered why that bridge was chosen
Just like a mammoth in the tundra, life blown now frozen
Being on this railing of life knowing that once you've lived
But like the meteorite, once hit, lived lives easily sieved
Me I've sat on said railing ever since I was a little boy
I've even thought where I'd sit for the thought I'd enjoy
But what would I do when I'd sit there, looking all around
Asking why am I here, wasting footsteps on the ground
What would I do now if that opportunity was ever to arise
I'd put clingfilm over my face for that would ease my cries
To cater for sudden panic when realised it's not to be
Behind my back I'd handcuff my hands, me, I'm finally free.
You know, my name,
you know, what you did.
You think it's a joke,
it's nothing, to then kid.
I just lost my life,
the life, I once had.
You, had to then prove,
as a cop, how your bad.
By dissecting , what I had to say,
all I said, you then used , or ignore.
Then you then used your power,
to force me away, until I'm not no more.
You choose not to remember,
you make believe, I didn't exist.
But eventually, the world will then shout,
because the truth, be known, I didn't resist.
Away with it, you will not,
for all, will see, what was done.
Everything that then is declared,
by what was seen ,will show, you're the one.
The opposite, you will then become,
handcuff with wrists and hands, behind back.
Now you forever be punished, behind bars,
with me known as the one, kill cause, I'm black.
The essence of Rondeau is rhyme
as space is circumcised by time,
yet rhyme alone is nor enough
for line and meter can’t be rough
to craft your poem line by line.
The second stanza helps refine
the heart of your poem sublime
and make your lover gasp “hot stuff!”
The essence of Rondeau.
At last to sestet, do we climb
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press on your scoffers to rebuff.
Now for your opus, bells will chime.
The essence of Rondeau.
Love is a sunrise
Love is a rose
Love is the tingle
That starts in the toes
Love is an autumn leaf
That floats on the breeze
Love comes alive
When love flutters free
Love is a car
That is always in drive
Love is a city street
That is lit up at night
Love always has
The softest of hands
And always gives into
Love's high demand
Love is a whisper
That is spoken out loud
Love's when you kiss her
In a tumultuous crowd
Love is the brightness
On a sunny day
Love is a shower
In the middle of May
Love conquers all
When love is set free
Love is a handcuff
That binds you and me
Love is an ocean
You can lose yourself in
And once you've dove in
Don't want to come back again
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