Long Hopeme Poems
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YOU AND I
You say that your bored and need someone to talk to
I say I miss you and dream of us holding hands, me and you.
You say that I miss you too and you want to see me soon
I write my novel, my songs, riffs and poems like "My Swoon"
You play your guitar and claim you can't play very good
I listen and say that joining a band is what you should
You watch the count down for the concert next week
and I bought tickets so I'll be there and we can meet...
THE DAMNED AND DEAD
(musical break)
You dyed your hair the color that makes me weep
You text me in the night when I can't sleep
My couplet talent can't compare
to the smell of you in the air yeah
but I
can't leave
and I
can't sleep
but I
can't leave
You behind
'cause even the dead and the damned
within the life we demand
I can't go on without...
I won't be in the world
this time we go and this time we hurl
Explaining won't do
I can't just say I'm in love with you
Hope is something I had now
even with it I can't just allow
Kisses won't help just cover it up
I'm sorry but this is nothing much
But I
can't leave
and I
can't sleep
but I
can't leave
without my mind
and do you want to be with me
we can travel sea to sea
to Paris and Boston together
have the world to our selfs
I wish this would true
'cause I want to be with you...
HELL WANTS YOU TOO
I can't do it
I can't do it
I can't do it
but I know you can
I'm your biggest fan
don't worry I'm not alone
Because Hell wants you too
But your too great for that place
and you and I laugh in it's face
but you too perfect for heaven
and your to great for hell
God or Satan themself wouldn't have made you up
'cause they must have worked as one together
(musical break)
HOURS AND HOURS
I've been siting here forever
but it's only been hours
It's worth the time
to pull out of my mind
and I Google your name
and It's the same
Facebook, Myspace
I look at your pictures
and feel like a creep
I get enthralled
and I fall
with my free-verse
or my couplet
or my hours and hours
that I sent on poems
but on this last note
I say "if you won the war stand up"
and nobody can keep up
but heut ist mein tag
and that's about it
take you time
and kill your mind
and you can spend
your time with me!
To my dearest dear…
Waited! Waited! And Waited!
Long-time yet no reply
How are you? Where are you?
Since November you didn’t called back.
Writing for you once again
Just with that hope you will answer me back.
All these days here without you
Seemed so far and so alone,
I just retrieved those memorable days
Those days of unitedly all agone.
I just retrieved those happy days
Long back yet so clear,
I just retrieved those academic days
My friend! Day by day we became closer.
I recollected those blended moments
Spring with smiles and cheers,
I thumped my heart for you
When you shared me with your tears.
Your endured sob life
Bespoken for return your gleeful time,
Your eyes made me clear
Mewling for a friend whom you can rely forever.
I was always there and I will be there
Even if I die my flirted jokes will make you happier.
I will leave for you all that you need
Even if you forget me, I promise you
I will still win a corner of your mind.
I painted those comely sketches
Colored with rainbow shades,
An outing at the multiplex
Escaped closely an eye of your fellow’s suspiciousness.
I played those Soft verses
Rhymed by joyful airs,
Acquainted by a boozy night
I heard your voice, your confined tears.
You fell upon and I was so ashamed
Where I promised you once
As long as I live, I’ll not let you dispirited.
Since then till November
Time elapsed and I haven’t seen you thereafter,
How are you? Where are you?
I will be waiting for your answer.
My Friend! Don’t ever think that am no-where
Even if you avoid me for any reason
Always think of those days we spend together.
I promise you I will be there for you
Forever and ever…
Even though how much I miss you.
It’s time for me to end it here
Otherwise this letter will bleed with tears.
Just before I stop….
I would like to say you goodbye
All those memories that you gave me
Could you write me when you reply?
With love…from your longed amigo.
[please note: this poem is dedicated to one of my closest friend Avani Khandelwal]
A Billion Soul Mates
By Rick Rucker
I don’t think that there’s one “soul mate,”
No more than there is a “perfect” date.
In searching for a match,
I easily found a glorious catch!
To say I love her, makes me a liar,
She simply set my Heart afire!
When I saw her, I felt Doom,
There she was, across the room,
I knew my Heart would not long last,
It would burn up very fast.
I saw her first, then she smiled,
Suddenly, my Heart went wild!
Her face was like a Vermeer painting,
Now, I was afraid of fainting!
I knew that I would fall in Love,
And said a prayer to those Above.
I was struck so hard by her beauty,
I forgot to do my “duty.”
In my hand, I held a rose,
But I was frozen, head to toes!
In front of me, the Love I seek,
Why can’t I get my tongue to speak?
Finally, with an effort heroic,
I tried to appear quite stoic,
And not drool all over her,
That we ate is still a blur,
The first thing that I recall,
When escaping from my thrall,
We were standing near her car,
The best date I’d had, by far.
As I watched her car leave,
‘Twas then that I began to grieve.
I knew I’d made the date a mess,
What she thought, I could only guess.
Driving home, I thought it through,
And decided what I’d do,
I’d not call her, in that way,
I wouldn’t have to hear her say,
That she’d not see me more,
Which would drop me to the floor!
After an agonizing week,
I called her, and in a voice quite meek,
And asked on another date,
“Yes,” her answer, I can relate!
A dozen more have we had since then,
We’re planning on what happens when,
We’ve become more than each other’s friend,
And we will be together ‘til The End!
And so, I’m trying to let you see,
That if a common guy, like me
Can find his Love, with this few dates,
There must be a billion “soul mates”
For each one of us,
A dozen on the next bus!
If you’ve not found her, don’t despair,
She’s just around that corner, there!
I feel like I am a fly that lives for no purpose
Doing anything for no reason
Death to me is seven days away!
How long will this torment in my soul last?
There is a longing in me;
Big as the oceans:
Stretching beyond the shores of my solitary confinement.
And my soul lies bleeding;
Bleeding from the wounds of afflictions.
Bitterness poisons my thoughts;
Creating a huge dark cloud;
covering the diamond stars that glitter in my mind.
A drought of grace and love dwells in my heart;
And resentment has grown in me as a cactus in a desert.
Shadows of death and doubt breathe upon me,
Like vultures waiting on me as if I was a dying prey.
Destruction is taking a step closer to me every hour.
And I’m folded as a cabbage,
Squeezed on a corner,
Trembling and crying out:
“My LORD, My FATHER,
Why do you forsake me?
Clearly as the clean air; I am nothing without YOU.
Rise up my LORD!
Rise up as the sun rises up at the break of dawn wiping out the darkness,
Let YOUR light shine upon my life and put a song in the bird's heart.
Let me rejoice at the beauty of YOUR sunrise
Let me rejoice at the first ray of light that shines a beam of gold
Let YOUR light dry the tears of anguish and loneliness caused by darkness.
Restore back peace and love in my life.
Kill the torment in my soul
And in its place rise a sweet essence.
Pour rains of grace and love in my dry heart
And bring back to life the sweet fragrant flowers of spring.
Blow away the bitter clouds of thought,
And leave my mind stretched as the universe;
beautified by billions of stars glittering as eternity.
Chase away the dark shadows that breath upon me,
And let the doves bring to me the twigs of salvation.
For in my inner depths breathes hope and faith in YOU.
Let YOUR deliverance and providence shine upon me as the cloudless noon day sun;
And FATHER;
Let not the light of YOUR eyes set away from me,
Lest I become proud in YOUR eyes.”
Form:
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as daylight flows on floors of meadows’ weave
like tiny fingers silent in silk of sailing traces
this landscape travels on her fragile, hushed heave
and when full morn speaks in syllables of pink laces,
i climb her flights of smiles to touch those tender graces
just a glance of champagne cheeks through her secret seat
makes hours sink in seconds breathing psalms of time’s aces
then i’d go deep for a pageant of your tulips upon my feet
as i hide snuffed sighs claiming eyes that await my reply
of a love as pure dawn giving wings to flowers’ poised paces,
the treasures in my chest are not tiaras or diamonds sold high
this, my rimless devotion will plant years gold with praises
your comfort in blaze of thunder, i’ll gladly give raw braces
a lifetime of caress to guide our lanes pastoral and wild we’d greet,
savoring flute, butterflies and giggling shells on winds’ embraces
then i’d swoon for a pageant of your tulips upon my feet
have i grown weeds in yarns of time, answer not yet said?
a flick of hope blows on this my airborne soul for returned praises
oh, my waters entice me as potpourri of my lady’s rhymes are fed,
when she stalls, then crawls on wanderings of night’s mazes
her quiet flush textured with pleas of patience on moon’s faces,
this silence has many altars adorned by veils of her sun and sleet
still, i stay with serenades to dust her feathers too shy for chases
then i’d swoon for a pageant of your tulips upon my feet
the absence of her eloquence jail me in chapels’ clumped vases
till she, lady of my velvet dreams, lit my passion’s fond heat
our hands shall wander unto rhapsody of faraway places
then i’d swoon for a pageant of your tulips upon my feet!
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the perfect guy will be standing 6 ft tall there to catch me if i fall walking with me
hand and hand holding me while we sit beside the beach
the perfect guy will know what the color of my tooth brush
the perfect guy would know my favorite color
the perfect guy will sit and listen to me the perfect guy will laugh at my jokes even
though there not funny
the perfect guy will have my dinner already made for me for wen i get home
the perfect guy will buy me roses just cuz its friday
the perfect guy would wake up to me and go to sleep with me and never get tired of it
the perfect guy will lend me his sweeter wen im cold
the perfect guy will let me share his pillow
the perfect guy will write songs for me and sing them
the perfect guy will let me lay in his lap while he scrapes my hair behind my ear
the perfect guy will give me that tingly feeling at the bottom of my stomach when i kiss him
the perfect guy will make me laugh at any thing he does
the perfect guy should notice wen i have a new hair cut
the perfect guy should notice when i have a new shade of lip gloss
the perfect guy would lie to me when i ask if this outfit makes my but look big jus so i
wont take another min changing
the perfect guy would know down to a t what my bra size is or what size clothes and shoes
i wear
the perfect guy will be the one to stick up for me when it gets to rough
the perfect guy will stick through whatever whenever
the perfect guy will know the color of my eyes without lookin
the perfect guy will open and hold the door just for me
the perfect guy will have eyes only for me but i geuss i wish to much
Form:
Just Maybe
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
What he did to me….
Well maybe, just maybe
I didn’t want to relive the pain and misery….
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
How he held me down….
Well maybe, just maybe
I didn’t want to remember the feeling of the cold hard ground…..
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
How he put his hands on my breast…
Well maybe, just maybe
I didn’t want to remember that feeling of helplessness….
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
How he violated my soul….
Well maybe, just maybe
I didn’t want to remember how he forcefully took control….
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
How he kicked me aside….
Well maybe, just maybe
I felt like I wanted to run away and hide…..
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
Why my heart felt black and cold…
Well maybe, just maybe
I was afraid of what would happen if I ever told
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
So others won’t feel the same….
Well maybe, just maybe
I didn’t want to relive the horror and feel that unbearable shame…
You asked why I didn’t tell anyone
And why I didn’t say a word…..
Well maybe, just maybe
I did, but nobody heard…..
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
That I need help to get through the horrible pain….
Well maybe, just maybe
The scars were too deep and still remain…..
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
You ask why I didn’t tell anyone
Well maybe, just maybe
Well maybe, just maybe
Well maybe, just maybe
I will………..
Please find the strength to tell.
You are not alone.
National Sexual Assault Hotline
1.800.656.HOPE (4673)
Form:
( story 03/14/11)
I saw a man coming down the road
Head held high, eyes were strong.
He stopped and asked of me
If he could have a bite to eat.
His clothes were all torn and tattered
I asked him what was the matter.
He looked at me and his eyes turned down
His face changed from a smile to a frown.
Hard times I have come across
I was let go by my boss
He said the times was making him downsize
And he had to let go of people to survive.
Everyone was doing the same
People losing their jobs was quite a shame.
Being a farmer who had hard times too
I knew exactly what he was going thru.
So I invited him inside to sit for a spell
For traveling these roads could really be hell.
He was given some soup to take
the chill out of his bones
And was told by the farmer that he wasn’t alone.
He was then given some dinner to eat
To this man it was quite a treat.
The farmer told him he could bathe and
stay the night - and if he wanted to leave
He could leave at first light.
He laid out some pajamas for him to wear
Even gave him some clean underwear.
The bed in the spare room was “ oh so nice”
And he slept peacefully throughout the night.
When he awoke there was breakfast on the table
Coffee, ham and eggs, and cream cheese on a bagel.
After having breakfast he felt like a new man
He looked for the farmer to shake his hand.
He thanked the farmer and asked him his name
He pointed to a wooden nameplate which said:
J. CHRISTHISSON- but some call me J.C.
I ‘m stuck here were sometimes the sun never shines and my only relief is a drop of
rain from time to time, I fear someone may step on me and crush me into the
ground…my pedals tremble as people pass me by. I return every year around the
same time every year, only to witness man’s inhumanity to his fellow man. Yet I hear
them proclaim he is my brother and then the next day spread his brains across the
concrete and stones with a single shot from a single handgun. As mother leaned over
his lifeless body with tears of dreams that now are deferred falling down her face,
her once lovely smile replace the face of a man whom had been lost for nearly fifteen
if not longer. It was her last time to say good bye to her only son. But for some
reason she just started looking at me…her eyes all glazed and empty. As the police
pulled her off her son put him in the ambulance… as she scream at the fireman and
the cops who held her back from being able to get one last farewell or a single last
embrace. I didn’t cry, but a single drop of water did fall off my pedal as they covered
his face. This place that I’m in, I once heard someone say, “This is ghetto you better
get use to this place.” how can people live in this place? I then fell a tug at the base
of my stem…as his mother pluck me and later place me on his grave. As she laid me
there on his casket and said, “A lily for my baby, a sign of continued life in uncertain
place.”
He then told him he put a fresh set of clothes
On his backpack, turned around and didn’t look back.
So he put on his new clothes and out the door he went
Thinking that this man was heaven sent.
As he walked a mile down the road
He felt guilty that he didn’t thank him properly
For being so kind to a man in need.
He ran back to the farm house and knocked at the door
To be greeted by someone he had never saw.
“I am looking for the farmer who owns this place!”
That would be me ! What can I do for you?
He said : no ! that can not be ! It was a younger
Man, not as elderly with a beard and shoulder length hair.
He gave me dinner and invited me in, let me bathe
And to have a good nights sleep, then gave
Me these clothes and breakfast to eat.
I don’t see how here you could have stayed
When my wife and I were in another county far away.
But there has been stories going around
About someone helping people when their luck was down.
As he said that - the strangers back pack fell
to the ground ,and he heard a clatter.
The man looked at him and asked what was the matter.
He opened his backpack and a wooden name plate fell to the ground
And broke in three- when he looked he could not believe what he saw.
The three parts said : J.CHRIST-HIS-SON
And a cross and rosary laid alongside with a note with one word.
HOPE
Now who could this man have been ?