Long Attract Poems
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Is it or not, that is a luring question?
Is it nobler to remain silent or seek further aggression?
I choose to remain silent and stare at my four walls.
No need to get blind sided by a couple of meatballs.
There is pasta all around, drizzled with a buttery spread.
Finished off quite nicely with a slice of monkey bread.
Garlic baked in to attract all of the sniffers.
But the monkey sits alone, the bread it sure differs.
A lovely ensemble they make quite a pair.
Meatballs and a little pasta, maybe an angel hair.
They should stay on the table and off of the floor.
I’d hate to see these meatballs roll straight out the door.
Two peas in a pod
Two peas in a pod, we are like a family.
Two peas in a pod, the better half of me.
Two peas in a pod, she gets the best of me,
Like nobody else ever did, has, could, or would, do you see?
We are like two separate halves and three dimensional.
Like two fast cars, we need our petrol.
Like two shooting stars, she is my place to go.
Like water getting cold, she is my lovely snow.
Like a bull and matador, we are a rodeo show
And there are no clown cars in sight, only hope and sorrow.
Opposites attract, but we are identical.
We share the same sign, it’s astrological.
It’s written in our stars, our love is monumental
And who am I to complain; I’m unconditional.
A rose and a Rosé, liquid state of mind.
A red and a white, sleepy and party time.
Vodka and coke, it’s nearly closing time, sigh,
So I will have to be her aspirin, come morning light.
The bandage to her sore, I need to be her cure.
The key to her door, I want to be inside the head of mi amor.
The curtain has finally been called.
Here comes the final line, it is the only way to say,
I never said we were one and the same.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Sending the tending to an unfriended ending,
yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending.
Logotype monotype linotype,
overripe stereotype,
teletyped an unripe heliotype.
Guttersnipe snipe,
stipe snipe ripe,
a wipe type a tripe,
unleash a withering hype.
Dip snip,
nip lip,
slip skip,
rip the apple pip
over a battleship Chip.
Clip,
airstrip,
blip,
scrip,
gyp,
flip,
dip.
Unsip, blue clip,
A warship, weathering stick.
To miche an itch,
to stitch a witch.
Rich a quitch,
Hitch a flitch.
Gabrilowitsch,
the grand son of a *****!
Pitched a ditch to flitch a niche.
Made a rich hitch lich.
The Thia tie thy tried to untie an unshy,
Spied a sny sty,
He ascribed a bribe tribe,
to dib drib, lib and sib.
A death pale,
dwaled and engrailed,
enjailed and bewailed.
The cocktale turned into a,
ginger ale stale.
A hobnail.
A pale kale.
The whale waled
a veil of wail.
The stale air,
railed the quailing sale.
Dipped the snip,
to pip the tip,
and baled the avail,
to the flailed snail.
Attract extract reenact,
saddle backed and subtracted,
the tact the pact
an unmistakable fact.
Swag the unsage,
the wage of the tutelage.
A coffee break
a bit of a cornflake
cupcaked the cake of the devil's flake.
Draked the fake fruitcake,
and hake the jake on the mellow lake.
Mistake the overtake.
A pancake sheik,
cried spake of a toothache.
Ack Ack!
Back, Bootblack Jack.
Pack the Pontiac rack,
sack the Hackensack,
hijack the leatherback.
Offtrack the outback,
rack the sack,
smack the stack,
stickleback the tictack track,
to the umiak Union Jack.
Twack the whack yak sack,
A mystical one eyed zodiac.
Bready a speedy,
deedy the weedy,
Reedy to leedy.
Unheedy indeedy.
Leda, Vida, Theda.
Sketched an etch,
itched a hatch.
So speechless,
breathless,
toothless.
The socialist,
the communist,
the theorist
the terrorist.
Bedded the bedding
in a dreadful beheading.
Weeded the weed,
leading the lead,
tended the teed.
The ready read,
the reedy reeded.
The seedy seeded.
The end is Ending.
Mum said "birds of a feather flock together"
so I searched for a man who liked similar weather
until Dad stressed "opposites attract"
and I tried to determine just what I lacked
"Small packages", Mum said, "held the best things"
so I looked for a humble guy with diamond rings
until Dad said I should find a real go-getter
because it's a fact "the bigger the better"
When I fancied a guy from amongst the herds
Mum said "action speaks louder than words"
but Dad said this advice should be ignored
because "the pen is mightier than the sword"
Mum believed men should be kept closely entwined
because of the saying "out of sight out of mind"
Dad urged I give them space and make them ponder
because "absence makes the heart grow fonder"
I worried how I'd react to being charmed
Mum emphasized "forewarned is forearmed"
The male perspective gave my ego a hit –
Dad said "cross that bridge if you come to it"
When I found love the saying Mum liked to push
was "one in the hand's worth two in the bush"
Dad said "there's always time to be the faithful wife"
and persuaded me "variety was the spice of life"
I struggled at courting and was getting old
but "you're never too old to learn" I was told
However my confidence was hit for a six
when Dad said "you can't teach an old dog new tricks"
"If first you don't succeed try, try again"
this was Mum's attitude toward courting men
Dad's radically differed of course –
he told me not to "flog a dead horse"
My parent's advice couldn't have been sounder
for I found a genuine all rounder
but I hope he can live with the reality
I now have a split personality.
From David's unpublished book entitled 'Poems for Wedding Receptions & Poems Definitely NOT for Wedding Receptions
Love is found when least expected. … by poet
Rudolph was strolling along a winding countryside lane,
humming a love tune. The clear sky shone bright, and merrily
bright birds were twittering as they flew from tree to tree,
whilst a brook was bubbling as it wended its way
to a river that flowed nearby. Still Rudolph was dejected.
Love, alas, had passed him by. Nature failed to attract him.
Despite his meanderings around the surrounding countryside,
he had not found his soul mate to make his life complete.
He was particular in his requirements, seeking perfection.
Suddenly, he took a different path towards the wide river.
There sitting under a willow tree, strumming a guitar
Rudolph saw the most beautiful woman of his life
Her eyes were closed, but Rudolph instinctively knew
they would be verdant like the grass she was squatting on.
Her golden tresses fell in gentle curls, her red lips inviting.
Could he have found his angel on earth?
Placed 1
Every time I come closer
Away farther it gets
Without understanding
Whispered by a seeker
The More calm
The more insights attained
Insight gateway for success
Successful light worker
Illuminating the dark
Wisdom must be applied
Timid is the mind
Those addicts of pleasures
Relying on uncertainty
Can't find way to navigate
Through life
Find someone to blame
Rather than taking
Responsibility of mistakes
Acting all
Forgetting
time
always
comes
Around
Clock
Tick
Karma
Visit
Think, think
Never live
In your head
Thoughts
Emotions
Feelings
Mind what
You digest
Heart
ACT according to your potentials.
You can't buy it twice
Forget about it
First lovely
Awakened
Awareness
Lights
Everywhere
Security
Alerts
Behind
The bars
LIVE
Sentence
Decide
Consequences
Faced
Alone
Never seen a mad man with friend
Neither and
Never seen
A broke
Man
With friends
Winds of change
Blows
Away
All
A season – Ages ago
Ages ago, many a seed had been planted.
Their blossoming brings, being taken for granted,
never seen, acknowledged or appreciated.
As gardeners, sowers of, we are fated
to pay an intolerable, unbearable price
for all, all we experience that is not nice
for a parent to see, to feel, believe to be,
that has come to be a part of you and me.
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I – like the south pole of, a magnet pushes - away ?
I – like a distant planet without gravity – ejects ?
Is it that I repel ?, instead of attract.
Is reality ?, for me, anything beyond abstract
and truly above contact ?, - such a pity
to get down and dirty, get to the nitty-gritty.
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A beam of energy, a wave of light, a speck of dust
in the vacuum cleaner bag of space, brought to light
within the vast womb of our universe, have I been.
My life’s impression being, being that speck of dust,
which, speck, upon speck, upon speck, upon speck
of dust gathers, accumulating upon my soul.
Dust to dust, atom to atom, gas to gas, a planet to create
until all is to heavy, I no longer am able to carry the weight.
The weight become so unbearable, these shoulders
begin to droop, drop off – back to dust, to atom, to energy,
to that vacuum cleaner bag, to the universes womb, there ,
once again to start it all over, back on the merry-go-round.
Maybe ?, a lighter load ?, a brighter road ?,
a much better story that could be told ?
What will carry us to the next time ?
What path will we walk next time ?
What journeys will be ours next time ?
Maybe ?, when it becomes next time,
and we gather, are carried into ?,
I might impart something of value,
a new start to help carry them through,
after they have been dropped off
- blown away by the winds of times passing –
to create their own planets, live their own lives,
their own experiences without influencing
the gardener with a world of negative forces,
what has seemed a lifetime of negative energy.
B. J. “A” 2
January 19th 2003
Your Pull
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
You were like sunshine and rain—
begetting rainbows,
full of contradictions, like the intervals
between light and shadow.
That within you which I most opposed
drew me closer still,
as a magnet exerts its unyielding pull
on insensate steel.
Originally published by The Lyric
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Be Encouraged
You may not need encouragement today,
But maybe one day you will;
You may not feel alone in the crowd
But may one day, even still,
You may not ever feel forgotten about,
just not how you feel...
Never can imagine the turn, your life might take;
hope you never will.
You may not ever have to hope;
and pray, that your body heal,
Hope to have a day free of pain,
I hope that pain you’ll never feel,
You may never hope, to ever be,
a bother or a pill,
Or to worry that you seem too extreme,
someone’s show, don’t want to steal.
You may never hope to feel a love,
that you’ve almost forgotten is real;
and never a time because of pain,
be so careful of a meal.
May never feel to encourage others,
perhaps with hope it may reveal,
that it is you who needs encouragement;
in time of suffering or a time you’re ill.
Just remember those ministering hope,
may have never thought they’d feel,
the need for hope, love and comfort,
or to know they matter still.
A smiling face, may be with great effort,
For a moment your heart to steal,
Not to attract the wrong attention,
a fight for a life, may be the deal.
Never judge or draw conclusions,
for what someone suffering may feel,
Just try to tolerate them for the time,
that they reach out to you at will.
You may be too busy, to stop and consider,
It is really Jesus you help or heal,
will be in glory a great reward,
when eternity begins and time is sealed.
“When you’ve done it to the least of my brethren,”
Jesus said, so you might feel;
and know Him in the afflictions of others,
that He is still with them still.
What does it cost to give a word,
bringing warmth instead of chill,
You may not for the moment feel cold today,
may love forever be your warmth and shield.
So be encouraged, I say to you today,
though today, you may appeal;
that one day you may need encouragement,
when discouragement may seem more real.
Copyright © Lovie Divine | Year Posted 2023
You threw me to the wolves
And I came back leading them
You stole my diamond ring and other things
But I had stopped needing them
You tried isolating me in a foreign city
But I attract more friends when I am alone
You locked me out of our bedroom not knowing
Your prison was never my home...
You lifted your hand on me to silence my opinion
It only made my voice as a woman louder
You felt proud for treating me like I was your property
But leaving you made me feel prouder
You tried turning me into your obedient slave
It only made my dominant side show
You made me do all the cooking alone
It made my reputation as hard working grow
You killed my joy by winning every battle
But by leaving you I won the war
You dumped all the housework on me not knowing
Being married to you was my only real chore
(The first stanza of this poem was written in 2016. The second and third stanzas were written in 2024.)