The desire to be loved? No
I have a desire to be the one loving
I dont care about how much i recieve
I want to give and give and give
Until the well runs dry but
Knowing me, I’ll find a way to give more
I wanna pry into your head and
Get into your brain and see what it stores
Although i only go in if you let me
I wont force my way in
I want you yourself to let me see you
The unfiltered you the real you
The side you don't show any others
Flaws and all i wanna see it all
Every last bit what you shown me so far
Has me looking for more of you
Because i have this need to see all of you
It exceeds the bounds of being a want
I’ll give you all the love in the world
Without expecting any back because i have a gift and a talent
The gift of being able to see the best in you yet it's a curse that it's all I see in you.
There are instances in nature that imitate the nature of some humans.
Tis sad but true that...
a mockingbird makes fun of another bird who sings more beautifully
a thorn pricks until it draws blood, but it never injures the rose
a moth thinks it has beautiful wings, until a butterfly emerges
a crow takes pleasure in taunting others until its feathers get ruffled
a bully intimidates but gets burned when the tables are turned
narcissists think they are in control until someone laughs at their arrogance
plagiarizers and AI users... nah. Their denial is a waste of time
certainties
obviously...
oblivious
obviates...
stan sand
I wonder if you think of me
The way I think of you
I wonder if you miss me
The way that you used to
I wonder if you still, you know
Two, the Spanish word
When once I was your troubadour
And you were my bluebird
Alright, someone erred
Stole a moment of glory
Occupied centre stage
Through means unethical
To which most took umbrage
This is a time for reflection
Do we hesitate to forgive
Instead condemning the soul
Who momentarily went astray
Is not love and light our goal
Let us mindfully gentle touch
In each and every situation
As we leap forward to embrace
Assisting those who faltered
Leaving of past wounds no trace
jockeying for position
requires a motive
which is a euphemism
for egocentric desire
yet if our heart
be playful and childlike
there is no bondage
for spontaneous spirit
save man
all life forms live
as such
in the now continuum
[Today, for reasons I neglected to ask, Annie asked
Me, ‘Who used to say “Meeces”?’
I responded, ‘You mean “I hate those meeces to pieces”?’
Well I couldn’t remember the ‘meeces’ names (Pixie and
Dixie) so I googled the phrase. What follows is absolutely,
100%, no exaggeration, no tweaking for effect, Gods honest
TRUTH. I Think the human race is done for!]
****
When you do a Google search for something or other
It offers other questions from the world and it’s brother
Other information that has been Googled before
Questions that have been asked of it once or twice or more
Well, education’s had it for the question that I found
Is “What kind of cat… is Huckleberry Hound?”
****
[Update… just googled it again but it didn’t produce that
same bonkers result. Shame!]
Literal poetry is my go to gal
Metaphorical poetry is impossible for me.
Metaphors do not come naturally
They are not only difficult
to understand but impossible
to write.
Literal poetry is concrete to me,
Metaphors are abstract.
The only abstracts I want
are in my artwork,
not in my poetry.
For they are not easy.
They are difficult
And I am all about easy.
I said I would…and I did
maybe I should have hid
Penned 4 April 2018
Contest …epigram…. Deborah Guenther Beachboard
Curiosity
A bulge or a pant wrinkle?
Longing for the truth
Ah fish tails. Surely an apex of thought on a circular run. Home spun then. Bandy bringing braking balls. Throw then. Whirl then. Spun like a wobbly flan. Candyfloss hair in a breeze. Bending like an octave. Adjusting to the musical state of skies. Hair is dominant so why wear a wig. And just like a bird lean to peck. Peck peck peck. How remarkable then that all seeds are then without mould,bugs, and other vermin. Domesticated dog. Cleans the pots and bakes a cake. Seeded baps merely protrude when looking at a giraffe in leather trousers. But giraffes can morph so mind the beaks. Oh dear. It is undergrowth expressed. Good. It is akin to a mile long fishing experience. No flake. No flay. And a beating boom box 3 2 1 3 21 and now a 2.2 as well. All into the box to explode in a rhythmic rhyme which spans the time in a tidal pattern. Hahahaha and some wild cards of seeds. Hahahaha and a big bike carrying an emu. Hahahaha dusty automobiles laughing in a queue. Hahahaha aerostatics' CSX z
The boidies is singing, the sun is up
Nothing but happiness fills my cup
Still hanging around
With mind quite sound
"Your opinion", I hear some young pup
Hey what happened,
I started this journey from no where or perhaps the stars.
There you were
We shared so much for strangers,
didn't realize that two people could have so much in common,
always felt misunderstood
until I met you.
We talked on the phone for hours
just like the kids we've raised,simply because,no special reason
other than well,it's natural.
I enjoy you and the time we spend
I don't know you yet I feel I do.
I look forward eagerly to see what tomorrow will bring.
Now I ask myself how this can be,
or is this perhaps what I deserve.
Not quite sure how I should feel,I mean is it to soon.
I think about you as though you were mine.
My head calls you baby but my voice out of respect,will not.
The fear of offending you stands high,will that be alright or should I wait.
I know that I enjoy you and time will tell which way to go.
I will be the man I am and and hope for you that would be enough.
I'll let god and nature take it's course and just be thankful for you.
HMMM
Hmmm “finger food!”
I can only guess at what that means
Surely, we don't actually eat human fingers
If that's the case, it would be cause enough
For me to become a vegetarian
Then I could devour a whole “head” of lettuce
Or a bunch of celery “hearts”
How about an “ear” of corn
Or a “hand” full of grape tomatoes
Wait a minute!!!
That's still sounding a bit cannibalistic to me
Think I'll just stick to grass and rain water
EEEUW! That don't sound too appetizing!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Hmmm, Interesting
To me, there never was any surprise
When it was I who finally would realize
That no matter how much I loved her so
Fought tooth and nail like we were a foe.
This is the start of poem I will now write
And even if I had held her real tight
Never grew or gave up and would giggle
As out of situations she often did wiggle.
For long time stood there all aghast
Wondering how long our love will last
Then there was an ice storm this winter
Which of my attention is now the center.
James Thomas Horn
Touched it up a little bit.
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