Long Glove Poems
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While working in my flower bed,
a bird flew and buzzed my head.
I very quickly started to flail
thinking it must have been a quail.
I dove in a motion of herky jerky,
wondering if it was a wild turkey.
I looked at my cat with whiskers he was licken',
my thought it may have been a chicken.
I did not see not even a smidgen.
could it have been a very young pigeon?
Perhaps with any kind of goofy luck,
it could have been a Mallard Duck.
As it went by a feather came loose,
i noticed it didn't come from a goose.
It flew as fast as a speeding bullet,
no way could it have been a small pullet.
I stood up and removed my glove,
thinking it must have been a dove.
When I looked up it flew as an arrow.
To my dismay it was only a sparrow.
love is death do you part,it is with me i'm stuck to its heart, it talks to me promised it will
never depart, it brings kindness even to the darkest of all art, for the eye to even willed its
love, pure nature must shine from the brightest star above, i am love the absence of hate,
the absence of pain that one man could not regulate, love is when greed is obliterated from
your mind, and the path of rightness is in front and not behind, i am love darkness have no
power over my light, i sore higher then the longest string on the highest kite,i am born of my
own womb, i am love traped in it's deepest tomb, release me so i can consume...,the hearts
that's traped in the other room, these things i do for i am love, you should pray to god he
sent me to cathch you i am a glove,i am love that can't wait for the day to be for toll, only to
see the pureness of loves soul. i as love say charish your mate, if you with her love has set
your fate, i am so powerful they named a day after me, one that we all can see, this is my
loves way, I call this valentine's day, Remaember and unlike teeth your love will never decay.
THANK YOU!!
KEVIN CARTER
Form:
A mind not filled up is just empty space
I'll decorate mine to stay in life's race
With silly string so I'm not too stoic
And badge of courage to help be heroic
A rainbow of colors when I'm feeling just blue
For my wife, some thick paste to stay stuck on you
A bright red heart to remember to love
Wrapped up in mercy that fits like a glove
A Labrador puppy will teach me affection
A compass implanted to show me direction
Scents that are common so I don't be a fool
And measuring stick to follow the rules
Some mathematical facts to say what is true
A river of patience when I don't have a clue
A funny face clown for acting a ham
And people who love me just as I am
So fill up your mind with whatever your taste
A brain not decorated is such a big waste
While tending to her pumpkin patch,
Chariot the dragon came across two folk in the midst of a kiss.
"Please mind your movements as my eggs will hatch,
You need to be cautious within your bliss."
Anna paused from her brief romance,
Embarrassed as to how she engaged.
"I'm sorry as this is not France,
It's just that I've been lonely for many days."
"I'm Hellboy and I respect the law,
Dear dragon you intruded my love!"
With that the skirmish turned into a brawl,
And the Right Hand of Doom punched like a glove!!!
It seems like everyone had a lot to say,
With dances of various fashions all within one day!
17-August-2021
The Beheading of Thomas
Let the clowns play on heathens dirt floors
With the rabble and unwashed masses
The Squires shall reside above
With men at arms and knights of superior glove
Allegiances to kings and royal courts
Let the bishops sort out the cohorts
Be deceived not by those with no letters
Saying they are poets for the better
They worship their own idol minds
While the wise ones seek out their own kind
Seekers who only find battle
Silent ones who preach with loud voices
Forewarning to the masses
You have better choices, forget their pretentious classes
Walk among the islands grazing sheep
Contemplation rewards the humble and meek
Trumps Rubies may shine today
Under rubble I assure you
They shall be one day
i must hide it) lost in it(s mind..
and try not to offend those..
whom are so much... more smarter..
and so very deep..as I sleep...
and running..off.. forever lost....
back into the deepest part of the woods..
and this her forest..she shows me..
and she is pleased...that I trust her..
and I am only happy that she is happy....
and walking around her forest...I find her..
home where she lives...and knocking....
she opens her door too him....and she..
recognizing his genius....
and being now his woods.....then..
looks down at his mismatched socks...
and knowing thus as she does..
she slips him in to hers...
and it fits like a glove the
universe...spiraling out word....
becomes a little bit milky.. because of it..
I thank you....whom ever you are.
A kiss a day keeps the blues away
But a hug is even better
Cannot get enough of you
Don’t think things can get much better
Every time I think of you
Fluttering goes my heart
Giving me a feeling true
Holding hope we will never part.
In your arms I long to be
Just because we are apart
Keep me with in your dreams to see
Love that flows from heart to heart
My heart is yours it seems
No one can take it away
Oh my love I’ve sent letters in reams
Please never from us sway
Quote back to me my love for you
Read my letters of love
Stay with me our love renew
Take my hand as close as in glove
Under the stars we plight our troth
Venus is our guiding light
When the light does attach the moth
Xanthocomic covers the pillow tonight
Yin to my yang, you are my love, and our love will ever grow
Zoetic high we will be, and this the whole world show
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© ~GG~ 23/05/2013
Xanthocominc…. Yellow Hair
Zoetic……………Living/ Vital
The locked poem of my heart
When unbound by its chains
Will reveal it's frozen secrets
Thaw them out again
All that can be mustered
Of this broken and abused soul
If I bestow this gift
Please hold it with care
And please don't break me again...
Maybe I miss a place to call home
That wasn't broken and shattered
Now I search and continue to roam
For somewhere that truly matters
Maybe I miss chill weekends nights
We'll cook something special to desire
Or maybe we'll order out something just right
Your company is all that I require
Maybe I miss not being alone
Not being the only one to fend
Share somebody who I can call my own
With time I eagerly spend
Maybe I miss having people to love
Who know me inside and out
Relationships with them that fit like a glove
Never wanting to be without
Maybe I miss those special events
That my younger self took for granted
Oh the sights I saw, and places I went
And now months go by empty handed
But now I'm a vagabond upon this realm
A home I might never again find
The weight of this world just overwhelms
My fragile state of mind
But now what was once a waterfall
Has frozen up and sealed its magic
With love it may again dethaw
And heal what was traumatic
But now life is only survival
Not living, but just existing
Keeping from being suicidal
My battle that's forever persisting
Abused by a father
Unloved by a mother
Everything I gave
Is buried in the grave
Betrayed by friends
Again and again
Hanging over a ravine
Stuck in the in-between
The girl who emerged
Had drastically diverged
Survived the demons
To become one too
This is who I am now
Will you love me just the same?
Or perhaps..you never knew?
The girl who stood in her place
And maybe she's the one I miss...
Although love is known to be elusive,
every beating heart's hope is to find it.
For it's the reason that life's worth living,
and like a glove, it needs a perfect fit.
When it comes down to it, we all need love,
for it lets two hurting hearts get along.
And yet, it can still somehow elude you,
for it won't stay where it doesn't belong.
It offers pleasures beyond forever,
even though its pursuit may leave you blue.
But there is no reason for you to fret,
remember, it's also searching for you.
Love is hope; it is trust, and it is joy,
all the things that are important to you.
And it doesn't matter what you call it,
if it's real, any endearment will do.
Without love, there could be no happiness,
for that is what love is when it is true.
A feeling lovers willingly die for,
love's a bond exclusively shared by two.
Neon’s radioactive glow in a window,
offers the cheap promise of pleasure.
Like a hypnotic, fluorescent serpent,
It flashes, blinks and winks - “Welcome”
It fairly slithers on rain-slicked boulevards,
it warms like moonlight on cold unfriendly nights,
It signals cool, ready fun in the summertime.
We dress our vices in silky, pastel colors,
gamblers choices of Disney flavored whiskies.
It’s the soft, velvet glove that hides brass knuckles,
oh, you’ll feel those bruises in the morning.
The world’s a dark alleyway with an electric blush,
whose color flatters the lonely, desperate,
and makes sin look like something you could fall for.
Neon is perfume for the optical senses.
In that light, everything seems possible.
Isn’t that girl smiling at you? You see,
beauty is easier to trust than the truth.
Neon imperviously reflects off regrets,
and glitters brightest on broken dreams.
Of course daylight is harsh, but honest.
Didn’t we come in here to escape it?
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Songs for this:
The Ballad of Mac the Knife by Sting & Dominic Muldowney
Any Old Thing by Swing Republic