College daze and younger days with my girl who brings me a luxury of comfort and she goes good with anything like Adidas slides
Three stripes like the three rings, two promises leading up to the real thing
You, Lo, and me, our forever family, do the best things come in threes?
Adidas slides with the Nike shorts because we don’t care about what they have to say
His and Hers setting relationship goals our love feels unfair
Too good to be true every time you say I love you
We have a different type of vibe and I am always down to ride as long as it’s you I am dying for
I know I am selfish too much and get on your nerves more often than I should so please don’t hate me
Because life is a trip and sometimes feels like a slip, and slide because it’s hard to get a grip when life is overwhelming you
So, I’ll just keep looking at you because even when we fight something you do calms me down like my headphones are in, walking down the street, and you know what is on my feet
Are you walking next to me…?
Let’s go to the movies and not dress up this time
p.s. just our love, shorts, leggings, t-shirt, shades, and Adidas slides…
The catalyst of two faces, his and hers,
bookends with pleasure dais in between.
Faithfully compacted on canvas, concurs,
never turning ones back, remains clean.
Sharp brush of Chagall, floats lovers.
Their passion, a cloud in lala land, hovers.
Circus performer on ochre horse forbids
openness and honesty of their lofty eyelids.
Marc’s pallet red and black succinctly
paints an inseparable couple, for better;
worse, flower-veins glory and pain distinctly
shady, married-hair worn romantic with fetters.
Poet decides his circus lacks an idyllic affinity .
With pain, questions whether to smoke or abstain.
A satisfied artist, elongates his masculinity —
triad of instruments, hard lines against grain.
11/25/2020
*Image of Avengers: Infinity War Quotes That Will Make You Think Differently by Society19 UK.
It Happens
It sucks...
when your owie
remains disregarded
because your adhesive band-aid
decides to stuck itself
obstinately
mid tries,
It sucks...
when the lights to
your preferred restaurant
flicker's off when you all arrive
and its sign says open
daily twenty
three hours,
It sucks...
when our autos
license plates custom-made
said, "HIS" and "HERS" and after our
divorce, she then changed it
so now it reads,
"WAS HIS",
It sucks...
when I go to
the zoo to throw peanuts
to the elephants to feed them
but because of my size
they throw peanuts
at me,
It sucks...
when I was at
the airport to buy a
plane ticket for a noontime flight
she says, "Is that twelve noon?"
I said, "No, it's...
two noon?!?!?"
Ugh!
*Heptastich, a poem in 7 lines, syllabic, 2-4-6-8-6-4-2
2020 August 15
We finish each other’s sentences
And laugh at his and hers silly jokes
We anticipate one another’s needs
Taking for granted that it’s just so
I try to act surprised
When you throw out of the blue
Now and then throughout the day
Those sweet little I love you’s
We can keep no secrets
From each other
Above it all
We’re best of friends
You scratch my back
And I scratch yours
I love you so
And you love me
At the end of the day
There’s nowhere
We’d rather be
Than by each other’s side
Always it amazes me
How you can be more
Lovingly predictable
Than the sun above
A hug a nibble
A kiss goodnight
I’ll miss you and
See you in the morning
Read on air by invitation ~ May 5, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Originally posted on December 1, 2019
We been up and we been down, we been lost and we been found. At times have wanted to die yet death didn't take us down. Life pull us in speak faith deliver to eternal life. Physical life all guaranteed one death out. Let creation put something to our eyes and ears. Daily voices telling all about his and hers. Humanity walk among the living this don't mean this is how humanity should live. Sin is death & life is the righteous creator to grant & give. Life has the choice to live or die. Death dead the creator only knows the true reason why. Some might have escape jail free cards. But when hell flames is the balance where souls hang. Who can free any from the pain. Don't ask the majority, the few choose to have faith. Righteousness best B-4 evil; Individually the believers believe....
Enjoy!!!!
Yesterday, I felt her foundation
give way, nearly swept away
I began swimming in unfamiliar
territory, hurriedly, as emotions
tugged on me.
I gave in, falling into her viscosity,
felt my re-birth, & I asked the Lord
was this how worship felt?
She usurped my soul.
Heaven ensued
I felt the breaking of molecules
then euphoria,
my body couldn't move
Eyes unblinded,
finally realizing man's mandate
A whitewash of sorts
Love her as He loves a Trinity
Who wouldn't remain
in the matrix for a love like this?
Could miracles be separated
that simply?
The dissolution of his and hers
forming a new compound
of a two lettered word
spending time - In God We trust
adding an L and T to that word of us
Working backwards from infinity
Today, I saw Jesus moonwalking
towards my revelation as subatomic
activity began dismantling
what every man should be pursuing
On your mark, get set, praise
I remain unashamed
The unlit corner in the back of the room,
The crowd had gone their way,
She strummed the urgency oozing from him,
With a dance and a swing and a play,
Which grew to a song of euphoria,
Something all hidden and dark,
It grew to him gripping with both his hands,
Leaving his tag, his mark,
And she shared her secret with nobody else,
Her addiction was theirs alone,
These rendezvous, filled with fury,
Was his and hers to own,
His lust, her desire, their secluded romance,
His spellbinding grip on her hair,
Is real for both these forbidden night lovers,
In their fantastically fierce affair.
mom's trousseau
embroidered pillowcases
his and hers
posted on June 18, 2018
FACETIME DEGREE
the graduate, with legs of his wife —
an army man,
in cap and gown.
he smiles big from the ipad screen.
his ears ring, with whistles and applause.
his beloved holds diplomas
...his and hers
5/14/2018
Southern New Hampshire University
5000 miles apart
He’s in Hawaii
You play with my beard while I play with your hair
You look so cute in my hat
The little things make my world so much bigger with you
And I just want to travel until I know the deepest thoughts and wishes of your mind
What are you thinking when you look into my eyes but words don’t come out
What troubles you when oceans leak from your eyes
Why do you smile
Let me take care of you and let’s live life like nothing else matters
She loves my beard and I love her derriere, she wears my hats so well
I wear your hair ties on my wrist
And you keep my jacket even when it’s not cold
p.s. a little bit of her always made his better…
Somebody recently asked me
"how are you?"
GOOD question:
I don't have a satisfactory short answer.
I think I am ok
Its a strange thing,(this elephant in the room)
my past is never really far enough away;
a bit like leaves in the autumn wind,
it settles
till the next gust comes along.
Should I just lie,?
and say ok thanks ?,
I am caught-up
between the two worlds of his and hers
what support structure that is available in the UK,
you must find for yourself
takes years to get help and advice
from official sources
till then, you are left to swim,
against the tide,on your own.
Only the strongest survive.
Elizabeth alexander 18/1/2016
HIS and HERS - limericks
HERS
SWEET MOLLY SHE SET OUT THE BAIT
ORDERED A DRINK FOR THE WAIT
LIFTED HER SKIRT
FANNED SCENTED FLIRT
WHILE WATCHING THEIR EGOS INFLATE
HIS
Young Buster was full of himself
a bruiser devoid of all stealth
he measured his worth
by its length and its girth
had it bronzed and put on a shelf
John G. Lawless
7/17/2015
Ultimate Unrequitedness
________________________________________
Before we met in the flesh
We waltzed with words on a website for dating,
A mating dance for a modern world
We clicked online and off
Profiles made for blending
Amending our previous life errors
For two forty-something's
Fortunate to find old fashioned love
Above anything they'd experienced 'til now
We found common ground
In our un-common past
At last, for two, the one.
Optimistic for our coupling
A future uncertain yet sure
His and hers' mature gift.
She died on a Thursday
Slain by an off springs hand, who emptied
The sand of her life's timer.
Our non-existent plans shattered
By a sick boys' mind
Find it hard to blame the illness, not the child.
What becomes of loves' chemistry
when one element is no more,
Torn from the noble bond.
Surviving this trauma
Does the partner left as one
Become the ultimate unrequited lover.
Dwelling on the promise
Unfulfilled, of a future
Sure to have contained joy at last.
No, the love between two
Lives in the stolen moment
Remembered in peace.
I feel disconnected from reality, she's to blame
She enchanted me; I was diagnosed with feelings that will never fade
Love was the prescription that carried a lot of weight
I surprise my peers and myself with my use of words, hold on..........just wait
Apologies for coming too strong, my heart has its own pace
Loving you is a start, so I wish we could simultaneously finish this race
A noble lady that sees humor in my awkward verbal abilities
Pure purification in her selection of words, that's just one of her qualities
Skin my hands should rest on but forced to travel due to silkiness
Lips inviting mine for an intimate conversation, language of smoothness
I feel disconnected from my world into hers
My mind is penetrating the future, already buying into "his and hers"
I am your love transplant should you ever need one
I don't need any other; I have found the "one"
In the silence lies a mortal wound
a voiceless arrow has struck
dumbly it thunders
identifying
final innocence crushed
Exquisite is the torture of a silent stare
holding every vanquished embittered care
Somewhere beyond an emotional peek
where tears find a language to speak
The silence of utter failure
the throws between a life and it's death
the hush of a dream at once impoverished
as you witness it's final breath
Sound buried in the void of explanation
mute the muse of words
suspended only notwithstanding
owned hope of his and hers
An endless pause hangs in between
as your grip slips knowing what it means
Words so deafening only silence can bear them
when the strong have no defiance left to live
in the soundless silence already condemning
the living who can't endure it again
In this silence so inaudibly hearable
so cruel so brutal it's sound
the pitch of which is so unbearable
the deaf cry... Turn it down!
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