Long Compatibility Poems
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As I sat remembering, a pure white feather
Came twirling on the breeze and landed at my feet.
Its softness caressed my toe, gently, softly,
Swirling, until the breeze carried it away again - gone. .
Like you - gone: taken suddenly, roughly, painfully,
Torn away from life: soul transported to another realm.
We had spoken that day, laughing, reminiscing, arranging
To ‘catch up’ soon, but ‘soon‘ will never come because you’re gone.
I loved you, but you never knew how much.
I loved you and was melted by your sensual touch,
The sensuous movement of your fingers, the gentle
Lilt of your voice, ‘hello you’, you used to say.
I miss you, but you’ll never know how much.
Even though we rarely met these days, you were always
There: at the end of a phone, at the end of a road,
But now you’re gone, and I mourn your loss.
I’m sorry we left it too late: the words, the contact, the
‘Catch up’, the match of minds, the compatibility of touch.
I just want you to know that I am grieving for you:
I feel your loss and all the more because we missed our moment.
Time passes, yet ticking remains the same,
progression becomes wistful dream
Broken clocks, this pattern is pain
This Pattern is heartbreak and pensive screams
Repetition drains me , the gaining and losing
Has stripped me bare
Perseverance is all I can offer you, tho to this pattern I’ve become aware
Of the temporary “forever loves” of the short lived peace
That after you hold me close like clockwork you will release
Release me back into plaintive truth
Release me back to where I was before you
Release me into the dark room to cry
Release me into internal doom to die
adolescence leaves, Yet ticking remains the same
Desire dries up, and love falls short
Tho I can’t figure out if I am to blame
Or if these broken clocks simply distort
My mind.
Into following these patterns, into not allowing me peace
Into only loving temporary
The lack of commonality or compatibility
Is it these broken clocks?. or it it me?
Tho like clockwork i will realize that there is no love only a desire that will eventually fade
A desire to be caressed a desire to be held
We’ll realize that infatuation tricked us, we fell subject to its lies and that we’ll both need help
Like clockwork our day will soon end For it is only 1 and yet infatuation prevails
And Like broken clocks the pattern of acknowledging our “love” is only hope will
Leave us frail
Tho for now we’ll watch the ticking clocks well study their patterns and hope for something
New
Tho we both know there’s consistency within the ticking we both know this is clockwork
We both know this is the truth
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Ya'll no the one. A man meets a Woman, they began talking and take steps toward being friends and becoming more and more friendly. This doesn't jive with her life style, as she has selected to be a person who values female friendship over the priorities of being a woman in a one man, one woman relationship, with furthering that foster marriage and supports the union through all the aspects of caring. He has never had a relationship that was noteworthy and could be used to compare, might one would do so to show comparison and compatibility He buy's her a necklace and the woman cites him as trying to manipulate her and cites possible grooming tactics: but he is sincere and gifts her from kindness. They speak of enjoying a concert, she again speaks this to her friends, and they speak ill of such doings as they find the whole event unyielding and not worthy of conversation.
.This then isolates her from potential partnering; with him where quality time could be shared and enjoyed.
Than separating him and her where it is visible seen and frustrating to those involved. Her relationship with her family then becomes strained. Needing money her fiends then speaks of the gentlemen as a support system, still not as someone worthy enough to be loved. oThen the friends began to separate the two from one another as they appear happy again.. Blurring the lines and frustrating there togetherness, they separate her from her support systems from her support systems which is a tactic often used by traffickers and abusers to gain control and increase dependency. Thus she decided to abandon the guy and collaborate in full reversal of what had been established before creating conversations that could began frustrated things in conversation.
-------Written By:--------Publius Ovidius Naso-------------------Al-Hakawati:------------------------------------------------------Respectivly-----------------------
Puzzle Man
Sex is sex with connections
According to “them”, chemistry plays a part
There are a lot of ins and outs, ups and downs with coitus
It has been suggested certain parts are needed for functionality
Utilization of external & internal parts might be required
Facts of life in accordance with birds and bees philosophy
“They” say it’s all about relations, (perhaps aided by vibrators or vibrations)
There are 3 kinds of sex;
1.) Playing by oneself with one self
2.) Sex between 2 persons
3.) Orgies? Or morgies? Or mortgages? (ménage a trios might fit this
category)
I’m confused about mortgages and it does not sound like fun
Then there’s sex with animals but that’s just wrong
Commitment plays another part, free will with honor, monogamy
Other people pay for it. (Don’t get lost. Stay focused. We’re talking sex.)
A business transaction, that comes with or without diseases
Trying not to be litigious
“They” also say other things regarding human beings and sex
Compatibility, social, economic, religious components weigh in
All is well with puzzle man….if he has a home, a job, a car
The car, as far as we know, always trumps a bike when dating
Competition is healthy in relations “they” say
Parties involved in coitus know
Sex doesn't happen on its own
One must be properly lubricated and maintained
Like an auto or chu chu train
I imagine it must be like a banana penetrating a donut
Not a savory sight
Again…. You need a home, or shopping cart, or car
Even up in a tree will do if you’re in the mood
To be accomplished
Reading books on what parts fit with other parts is desirable
They say the most important thing about such things is love
I wouldn't know about such things
It’s all a puzzle to a little man like me
I only have a bicycle you see so sex is out of the question
Also, I’m only 3
Mother is about to bathe me
She had better keep her hands to herself
I want to figure these things out alone and by myself
I failed the relationship?by being myself too accurately.
There was nothing dramatic about it.?No betrayal.?No fight worth remembering.?Just the slow discovery?that I was a compromise.
You didn’t leave suddenly.?You adjusted.?That was worse.
I watched you subtract effort?the way someone stops watering?a plant they’ve already replaced.
Same sex, same bed,?and still I felt like?the wrong answer?arriving confidently.
I needed more than you could give?because I had less than I pretended.
I asked questions?that only insecure people ask.?I noticed things?secure people ignore.
That was the problem.
I made my doubt your responsibility.?I turned love into maintenance.?I required proof.
Eventually you realized?being with me?felt like work?that never ended.
You didn’t say I wasn’t enough.?You didn’t have to.
The silence was efficient.
I understand now:?relationships don’t fail loudly?when the flaw is fundamental.
They just stop trying.
And if I’m honest—?this wasn’t about timing,?or compatibility,?or even love.
It was about me arriving?already behind,?and asking you?to slow down?so I could pretend?we were equal.
STRANGERS AS LOVERS
She became strange as a stranger in a lovers boat
As the wind puffs power and gets stronger
Their relationship gets weaker
She finds fault in everything he does
She picks quarrel at every slightest opening
Yet the wind marches on with a vigor
That mirrors the minds of the disturbed
They hardly speak to each other again
They now opt for strange smiles
Over mind-bugging issues
He saw it coming from above
He questioned and queried the strangeness
Still lost, wandering and pondering in his thoughts
It all ran fast like a hare
Faster then they could ever dream of
Alter solemnization promise this varnishes
Prophecies of unparallel compatibility
And perfect matching wanes.
Why will he wait for seven years before she let go?
Why now, two months to end her tutelage
Why did she throw her rectitude of years in murky water?
Why did she stab with impunity all they’ve lived for?
Alayande Stephen T.
3.56am
19th May, 2007
Dressed to the nines
Each and every time
Style and charm
Smile, oh sooo warm
Eyes of piercing blue
Old things made brand new
Inside how I melt
And I haven't even felt
The softness of her skin
Or kissed under her chin
But I've thought about it, yes
Yet in words I don't express
Except in poetry
Where I tell all of me
Where all my thoughts are there
With only her I share
My name is not my own
She knows though, her alone
She also knows thereof
That behind it all is love
And yet desire's real
Beyond just how I feel
I don't know what's in store
But I do know I want more
In every way I see
Compatibility
To love her with such ease
I want for her to please
I know I'd know just how
I wish the time was now
What Sara sings is true
In all things, I Choose You
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bleeding from the bricks of love
i am going in sane cause i can't see you everyday
you were my best friend who completed me so well
compatibility is floating in extinction now without you here
i'm being bullied by the heebie jeebies without you near
my most helpful medicine is now all gone
now my nerves are uncontrollable too long
i do not have much of a handle on myself
when you left you took with you part of my human wealth
i am finding hard to even simply stand and breathe
i have no sureness of myself when i cough and wheeze
you made me fee valued when you gave me your love with no judgment
now it seems that that period all but came and went
here i am bleeding from the bricks of love....
As a man, I'm attracted to her walk the way she moves
my flesh is pleased, naw this isn't lusting after her body
this is...admiring her beauty and this what some ppl base
their relationships or dating concept on...physical
features. I'm shallow on a massive level meaning if I'm
compatible with someone mentally emotionally &
spiritually its only right that I should be able to wake up to
this woman everyday after marriage. Ppl in general
always settle for less not much as physically but more so
emotionally & spiritually the areas that matter but try to
compensate for it by the way a person looks and thats
why so many ppl fall short, all levels of compatibility need
to be clicking (my opinion) for it to work and God has to
sign off and give his approval (alot of ppl don't like that
lol) so ask yourself especially my Christian brothers &
sisters...their walk might look so good to your eyes but
what "walk" means more to you... -J.U.D.A.H.
(JUST UNDERSTANDING DEVELOPS AN ANOINTED
HARVEST)