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Ever so much more than friend
Wearing scars of love's lullaby
I can still see you at the end
Our song often left wounds to mend
Each time we'd return; blood barely dry
Ever so much more than friend
To the depths of spite we'd descend
But against hatred's grip we'd ally
I can still see you at the end
Betrayed by hope left alone to fend
Holding on; clasped hands cracked & dry
Ever so much more than friend
Cuts slowly heal, the burn lessened
The allure to give up we'd deny
I can still see you at the end
We stand frayed on a path we didn't intend
My hand in yours I walk with closed eyes
Ever so much more than friend
I can still see you at the end
12/05/2017
In the heart of the night, with Chopin as the ally of silence,
Looking towards the sky, I wonder, who shall listen,
Knowing illusions fade, but you are eternity,
I'd summon you to me, through some conjuration, maybe.
I taste your kiss, a memory and reality,
I shiver and am clothed both by cold and passion, starkly,
I'd sleep, but the dream that you might disappear tries me,
The thought of you being taken by a lofty wave frightens me, dearly.
Tomorrow, where will you be, in this vast world?
I fear a capricious and cruel fate might be unfurled,
For perhaps you'll be caught in a web, with no escape,
In the boundless heights of the celestial vaults, an astral wraith.
My love is like a war, a mystery pure,
Nothing can take me away from your consuming flame, for sure,
I wouldn't give up this passion, mystical and pure,
For a quiet destiny, in an eternity devoid of allure.
My hand that knew your softness,
If it were to be taken and thrown into darkness,
I'd find you, rebel angel, at every crossroad, wide,
Or I would crash down, a victim of love unfulfilled, inside.
Eternal existence might be a blessing or a burden to bear,
But I'd offer this eternity to all, even to the worst, I swear,
Just to live beside you, a moment, a second, an hour fair,
And then to crash down, like a lost star in a heavenless sky, rare.
We look at each other, and in this gaze, we lose and find our realm,
Time seems to slow, yet slips away in a tireless overwhelm,
I rebuild myself with every dawn, in every chant, every hymn,
Knowing you, perhaps, believe that my love is a fatal blade's helm.
The streets are our prisons, each with its own fate to attest,
I head east, you to the west, in contrast, we are pressed,
A mystical discord, like a fierce wind, keeps us apart, unblessed,
Rewriting the same old story, an unending dance, an eternal quest.
The distance between us is greater than any galaxy's span,
In the theater of our life, the final act nears its plan,
Shadows of past love follow us, with melancholy as they began,
And the tragic play of destiny continues, every card on the table ran.
A single glance embraces an eternity of farewell,
So many emotions in a simple touch, they swell,
Embrace your memories, time will betray you, I know,
I love you in every detail, in nothing and in everything, a constant flow.
I am glad you want me
Ally
To be your friend
Maybe forever
I will be fine with it
I don't want you to think
That I am a hopeless case
I am trying my best
Taking care of me
Because there is nobody
Else who will take care of me
And I am quite able to do it
Also I am now in my senior years
And I just love to live in my
Senior
I had lost some of my hearing
That is why
I need to use my hearing aid
I already got used to it
I already have some cataract
On my left eye
Also I need glasses for reading
Because I can't read without glasses
Also I am still able to walk
Very far
And I do go for walks every single day
I stir, accusing the moving toward sunlight.
A day loaded up with musings on the gunfight.
It's been a day brimming with unconventionality.
I sustain on hammering against things in my memory.
As yet lying, endeavoring courageously to feel at peace.
I'm frightened to exist in a condition of entreats.
Indeed, even depression can't communicate the sensation.
Or where pride is by all accounts going in the proper position.
My giggling is an impression of my dread.
Somewhere inside, my eyes motivate mend.
It passes on a troubling feeling of melancholy.
I put on a glowing face to conceal my anxiety.
Euphoria is startling in my universe.
I'm a tree in the ocean or even worse.
Written: October 1st, 2021
Before All Men Were Poor
The Sixteen Women..... Why do he think he'll be able to marry her?
All we need to do is introduce her to someone who'll do exact ally what she wants. She wants someone she can brag about and complain about in one sentence. This is so people can understand her disposition. She be a sage amongst those who believe in her truth. Sac rate to those who are in the same circumstance. Her children will stand with her, since they'll be born to believe that what she has taught them in brainwashing.
The Sixteen Men....invoking emotion to merely divide/ Those who believe there is no such thing as love might agree to live with something that has been negotiated through historical references. Capping one's ability to rebound often is meet with resistance. Causing mean spirted conversations and aggressive or retorted conversation. Which is conflicted should have resolution prior to the implementation.
The narrator...depending on the duration of the real area: then where guidance is needed to explain the do's and don'ts within the area(the rules and laws) because they meet when both were single, and continued there relationships throughout there marriages: some would speculate these people taught from the positions of there experiences, giving advice without explaining the circumstance, and laws that govern friendship, marriage, divorce, and money. Since the song needs structure it is wise to. Explain the laws which govern these areas of topic. Why the people are engaged in the conversation anyway. And what gives the people the reason to think that seperating two people is either kind or fair.
Not to be used to make decisions; being informative and useful. These are not mentioned to be used as a substitute for legal advice.
Although I seethe with fingers clenched
to silence this mad virus in my marrow,
the sight of favored quality time for siblings
gnaws this band of jealousy, untamed.
Being second or third best, rage is my ally,
igniting a fury hidden inside this chest
an expanding tremor ready to pounce back...
do you smell the pain when I reach for you?
Stop the excuse that we are many kids... liars!
As a middle child, hand-me downs are gifts;
the eldest wears silk; young Randy...leather
while I sit far off in a theater like a pile of rags.
Faking a deathly nightmare in the grim of nightfall,
Mom and Dad rush to feed my thirst for attention
and while I whisper slowly about this, my revenge;
the jaundiced ghost of abandonment is unleashed...
and they brush my hair through new moon's tint
oh full of concern...without the need to speak.
Shadow Hamilton's Contest
Through Their Eyes #2 Posted 9/9/2015
Resubmitted 8/16/2016
A girl, known, as an immaculate infant, never cried,
Grew up, like wildflowers, to assume her rights never tried;
Turned out to be the best gymnast at the age of thirteen,
Paralyzed due to sabotage, yet, in truth, a gym queen...!
Vanessa Eichholz, Ilsa, faces all ally forces,
Seemingly emotionless, Ilsa fights all hard courses;
As strong as iron and brave as a lioness, she rose,
An entire army, as lifeless glazier boulders she froze...!
As the German Occult Bureau shines in a Nazi role,
With Project Ragna Rok, Ilsa attains her idol goal;
Gets attacked by the Hellboy who bursts through the castle roof,
Ilsa enters the magic Iron Maiden; lives shellproof...!
08 March 2023
The Women of Hellboy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Rhymes Checked At: Rhymes Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Aesthetically speaking, letters can find
Subtle intents within words where they hide
Muscles nor scissors can peel them away
Wednesdays without them would be just a day
Give grace to these letters who've committed no crimes
Fifth is the plea of all letters sometimes
Assign them no fault for shying from fame
Honor their honest request to remain
Socially distant at business events
Hallelujahs replacing their unseen laments
Knitting our language like sewing machines
Half of their work remains largely unseen
Mnemonics, chemistry, music and math
Solemnly force them to do more than they’ve asked
Enough is enough, give them all time to breathe
Psalmists and poets can offer reprieve
Lacquer gives rest to a “q” overworked
February, though? That “r” is a jerk!
Islands are places for “s” to lie back
Ballet in castles, where “t” can relax
Laughter, where “u” can escape from our ears
Voila! Magically “v” sometimes disappears
Wrongly accused are the letters unheard
Faux pas to speak them aloud in a word
Rhythmless would language feel without these
Rendezvous with the letters that walk silently
8/6/2026
Not a classic abcedarian poem where the first letter of each line is a consecutive letter of the alphabet, however, the first word of each line contains a silent letter as the lines proceed from A-Z.
For fun, some lines have multiple instances.
For more details see comment.
Tonight, as I Bid Goodnight
And switch off the Light
I get a vision of your Sight
The night is so Bright
With the twinkling Starlight
I enjoy the wind on my Face
It feels as good as Lace
Silently, I remove my Clothes
And walk out to the Mangroves
There, where we used to Burn
My tears fill up the Urn
The hard way is the way I Learn
That my Fate is to Yearn
Till the time is Right
For us to be so Tight
Rolling with all our Might
On your bed, my darling Knight!
Was Adam and Eve in the Wrong?
Is it a sacriledge to sing a Song?
A song of Admiration,
For your Companion
The trees smell Crudely
Of your perfume so Manly
The flowers cry along with Me
Without you I am so Lonely!
I can't even hear the Wolf
It howls usually, so Ferociously,
Yet, tonight it is Aloof
Just like my Symphony!
Shall the night End
Without you showing me that you do Tend
To care for my Stand?
My tears are Dry,
Even if I have no Ally
I will Hope,
And I will try to Cope
To live by your Scope!
Alamandas are green,
Violets are purple,
Holly-hocks are pink,
Mari-golds are yellow,
Sun flowers,yellow too,
all in beautiful colours of nature.
There goes the wasp out to suck up the nectar.
The caterpillar clench on beneath,in its cocoon,
in a bid to mature.
Ranging hovering flies perch on to suck up juice.
The social insects, termites eat up the stems as lunch.
Sly fox walk by with its razor sharp teeth,
bite out the petals.
Billy goat bleats for joy seeing the mari-golds,
as its dinner is sure.
And the badly labelled of all creatures,man,
in awe at the sight of the sumptuous red rose.
He uproots but tends in a garden.
He plucks but dishes out as a show of love.