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If I had you my angel ..
I would speak
For as long as there is a breath in my lungs
I would use
As many words as humans have ever created
I would imagine
All kinds of descriptions anyone can think of
But I wouldn’t even come close
To describing the way I feel
When I think of my angel
When I listen to my angel
When I look at my angel
*******
Her thought would shift me away..
To another world .. another reality
One where im better
Where everything is alright
And nothing can ever go wrong
No worries .. no sadness
No burden carried along
********
Her voice would make me fly..
To a higher place
Where all is worthless
so sweet to my ears
That it’ll make
my complex mind go in harmony
With my beating heart
And the only thing that would matter is her
My heart would dance in love
My thoughts would fly in happiness
*******
And her look..
As painted by my brain
Oh god what a look !!
Notice how you shiver
From a powerful human gaze
Now imagine how I’de shiver
If an angel gives that gaze
She can hold my soul among her eyes
Between a wink and another I’de die
My world will shut closed
When her look at me is paused
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If I had you I’de only think :..
Im so lucky .. I envy me
My guardian angel is watching me
My god I love that girl so much
I have her in the world
I lived a life with a lifeless goal
And walked the earth without my soul
Until the day I saw her face
At first I felt I am so small
So tiny so unconfident
How can I ever reach up
To the angel of beauty itself
Then she came and blessed my life
And since that day on I know my goal
I also know that shes my soul
I love you would be nothing
Not in my dictionary
I adore you wont be even close
To express how I feel about my angel
I told you before
And I tell you again
********
If I had you
I would speak
For as long as there is a breath in my lungs
I would use
As many words as humans have ever created
I would imagine
All kinds of descriptions anyone can think of
But I wouldn’t even come close
To describing the way I feel
When I think of my angel
When I listen to my angel
When I look at my angel
Form:
How many have ever heard the song "Somewhere in Time?"
It's a song with only music and with no words or rhyme.
"Fantasie Impromtu" is another one written by Chopin?
Also a song of rare beauty without words thrown in.
These two songs along with "Moonlight Sonata" were played by my son.
He's an acomplished pianist who can play most any run.
He played these songs at my funeral last week.
Don't be shocked all you people keep on sitting in your seat.
You Poetry Soup poets who are sitting there reading this write.
Yes you! Don't turn around and look behind you or look to the right!
Do you feel that erie feeling in your tummy right now?
Well! It's because of me! I'm hovering over you somehow!
No don't look! You won't see me.
My spirit is floating above your right shoulder freely.
I'm watching you read your poems. Did you get some good comments today?
Yes I saw where you wrote that beautiful verse, and that nice display!
You deserve that nice comment. How about your soupmail? Are there very many?
Did someone tell you a secret? Remember! I won't tell and I know a plenty!
I've been watching you on Poetry Soup for hours writing your poems that rhyme.
You're writing about love and mysteries, about cat tails, building spaceships and rhyme
time!
You're writing of happy new year, time warps, romantic longings and betrayals and how do
you do it,
One of you says your poems are like children to you, one writes of beautiful women
with wit
And one of you even wrote of hanging berries! And all of these wonderful poems I've read.
I have hovered over many of you and you never even knew I was dead,
Such wonderful talented writers we have on Poetry Soup.
Everyone writes his own style that belongs to this group.
So take heed when you sit down to write a new rhyme.
And know that someone's watching you write all this time.
And when you feel that erie feeling in your tummy right now.
Well! It's because of me! I'm hovering over you somehow!
Strap ya helmet on and while you at it pass the keys,
we'll ride and eat on words for dinner, homie pass
the peas,
I don't do this on purpose, it's the way things have to
be, I'll smack these kids without a daddy, little
b@st@rds please.
Expand your mind a bit and you can comprehend the
flow, there's no amor for garden tools cause we
don't love them h03s,
let William foot the Bill that Matt can wipe his feet on
quick, my homie Rich concurs the other Richard's
just a D1ck.
These words can read like any book, don't be afraid
to look, goodfellas root for guys in movies living life
like shnooks,
you'll never freeze in coal that people use to feed the
heat, I spank on my filet mignon therefore I beat my
meat.
Go 'head and make a pizza out of $100 notes, cause
all you need is sauce and cheese with lots of
flattened dough,
your car breaks down in traffic? Lose your shoes
and get a tow, and while you wait get stoned with
lots of dro that rock ya dome.
They call me Mr. Heinz cause you're in back and
can't catch up, you'll get the FICA treatment when I
tax you thas whasup,
and that's no homosexual, I'm happy cause I'm gay,
my pounds are like my methods so it's 2-8-0 my
weigh.
I hope y'all get the message how it's 'sposed to
come across, I clean my teeth with dollars so indeed
ya homie floss,
the doctor wants to rush and send the people to their
day, I guess it's safe to say he has no patience
either way.
My wordplay is a blessing like the other side of sin,
when makin love it's guaranteed I will arrive again,
so come and join the sideshow 'cept the magic isn't
blue, I wear my t-shirts circle necked when rollin with
my crew.
To read is fundamental but to not is dumb as h31l,
some people love stupidity, I wish those people well,
my word'll slide inside the spot and keep the tunnel
hot, it's verbal intercourse vernacully I touch the spot.
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" come fluttering words, come drifting words to me . . ."
Once upon a time in a vicinity, year 1895
A maiden's dwelling in an old-fashioned antique edifice
Lavishing her every second in an everlasting woe
Cursed by her yesterday's ordeal
An appalling juncture - Striking ...
Mind still delineate the affliction
Coercing herself to bury the reminiscence
Yet every single thing she sees is a replica
Reflects the montage of the man
Living alone in the rocking chair
Sited in a chamber beside the glass window
Overlooking outside " his " small world
Isolated...quarantined - declining with his incorrigible ailment
That aged man...around 90's - grey haired
Crease are seen - brought by the yesteryears suffrage
Eyes almost close - going to surrender everything
No words come out - voiceless
Yet words come fluttering and drifting to him
Through " his " heart's voice of love...
Retrospection stocked in nowhere in space...
Little by little ALZHEIMER'S DISEASE masticating his very last breath. . . . . . .
Now, residing solely - she's so sick
In this vintage, life-vacated home
Together with the last flowers
Given before " his " death
The only reason why she's still breathing for life
Petals are falling like raindrops as her tears do so
Almost ceasing her life too with the malaise
As the flower abandoned by its only glory
Wishing to go where her father go.
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*-* *-* jun-jun villanueva
*-* *-* " WHAT IS SHE THINKING " contest
*-* *-* July 15, 2011
*DRUNKEN POET*
There I see him sitting like a dummy.
Asking me for more shots of rummy
Talking about his detox days.
Talking about his poetic ways.
Rhyming my eyes comparing them to the moon.
Whispering lines saying he wants too spoon.
Next thing you know his words start getting deep.
Poeting out words revealing he's the family's black sheep.
His blood shot level was releasing his emotional word.
Dreaming that I was in a bath like a dirty bird.
Intoxicated with a breath so refreshing.
Designing me a thousand passionate ones in the meshing
Falling for his physical and mental temporary drunken state
His sense of intellectual things where hitting me real straight.
Swallowing his words like a forbidden love potion
I excessively indulged him with more alcohol to inspire his motion
Admitting to me that love was his downfall.
For me he fell from the stars and than began to crawl.
Proposing a toast for the sake of love
Rambling how I'm the only one he's dreaming of
Nourishing me with his ocean water of affection
Re-bonding his words for me to be his resurrection
Call me crazy for feeling the connection!
Allowing him to penetrate his poetry in me like an injection.
A character so loving above a 99% liquor proof test.
Romancing me with the disguise that he is the best.
Restraining myself from this drunken poet called my husband
Remembering that he is the one fool I can not stand
In his most charming rhyme he called me his rehab.
By that time I knew it was time to call him a cab.
Reminding him about his Alcoholic Anonymous class.
Now all of a sudden he starts acting like an a$$!
Putting his drunken sober poet mind to sleep.
Anyways tomorrow he will still be the same poetic romantic creep!
BY: P.D.
Oh,cruel poetess!
I am your everflowing writing pen,
never did you write a poem for me
though I longed for it again and again,
you write so many poems every day
and I shape them without any fail,
Oh,cruel poetess!
Why don't you write me a fairy tale?
Oh, heartless poetess!
Though I am with you since a long ago,
you never tried to listen to my heart
or even never sincerely cared to know,
the words that I wanted to write down
to create a heartfelt poem of my own,
Oh,heartless poetess!
Do you think I don't have any emotion?
Oh, mindless poetess!
When my mind was clouded with pain,
you didn't bother to write a joyful poem
showering through me an ecstasy of rain,
which mingled with my tears on their way
making my path slippery,hard to find,
Oh,mindless poetess!
Why don't you try to read my mind?
Oh,careless poetess!
When you scramble for words to write,
but they stop flowing into your mind
please don't put me in your mouth and bite,
for that is too much painful to me
instead just touch me with your lips,
Oh,careless poetess!
Why don't you give me occasional kiss?
Oh,my dear poetess!
from today please care me a little more,
and write for me that fairy tale poem
with all starry imagination of your,
please do it before it is too late
for old age is turning me weak and frail,
Oh,my dear poetess!
Why not you start today that fairy tale?
© kashinath karmakar
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Placement:None;(April 2011)
Contest:Beseech
Sponsor:Paula Swanson
By:kashinath karmakar (4th April 2011)
I woke up from my sleep to find
Someone chloroforming me with a napkin
I open my eyes again to find
My arms and legs broken
With my weak structure I lied simply on a pillow
To seek for light to find
A handsome creature standing
To speak with no words from a tightened tap
Just to get a simple reply
Where am I?
He savors in seeing me cry
As he wipes my uncountable tears with his cold hands
I opened my eyes, trying to see him as long as this lasts
People may come and take me he says
With sobering words he speaks
Of my organs and parts as price
We were alone in this passive darkness
With no other than one light
I was afraid I started to cry
With mournful cries asking why
He needed money he repeatedly states
But why me
All that I asked
For that he has no motive
As he left me alone
To sink in my tears
To dehydrate from fear
As hours past I slept them
With much force the unseen door opened
And two large men arrived
Holding me harshly to carry me
As I was unable to resist
They placed me on a white bored
Above it glowed a huge white
I could see their faces now
I could see him with the scissors and knife
As they left us
I tried to move but
Defeated bone deceived will
I screamed as mild dagger entered skin
I always knew my time would come
But not like this
I opened my eyes in shock
I was not dead
I looked around and saw
All that has been taken
A kidney that I used to possess
" Through My Words "
Hey, is that you?
Is that you looking at me?
I feel you sitting there.
Hey, I feel you,
I feel you looking at me,
reading my words as you stare.
I am a famous poet
have you read my works?
Do you know me?
I paint with words of art
making them come to life
just for you to see.
I reach out
Through My Words
so you will know me.
I can reach deeply
inside of you
and really touch your soul.
Causing a fondness
just for me
as our friendship will grow.
Come travel with me
we’ll be together
a brief journey of our life.
I will comfort you
and for a moment
I will ease your strife.
Through My Words
within your minds eye
a vision of your dreams.
A real life experience
written just for you
better than it seems.
For a brief moment
I get to share with you
would be really great.
Together if we will
erase this ugly thing
that we all call hate.
For a brief moment
together we both can
make a better place.
When we come back
you will feel
a smile on your face.
Sometimes when you read
you just might hear
my poet speaking voice.
Touching you softly
Through my Words
gives me total rejoice.
I am here
looking at you
while you are sitting there.
Through My Words
that you slowly read
as you sit and stare...
Penned By MPK
NOTE: This Poem Is Dedicated To All Of My Reading Fans...
it's dark in here
not a muscle moved
i've been warned
I focus on the walls
shadows passing by
sending out their calls
scared as a fish
i'm next on the list
lots have done wrong
cause that list is way long
the shadows create shapes
telling their stories
I listen because
my life could be at sake
a reason or a purpose
please! open all curtains
but I want to listen
to all words the rephrase
because they listen
to all words I say
to my self being
hopes aren't high
hope I stay alive
"don't be scared"
they whisper
"just listen to my story
and your life wouldn't be ending
listen to my story"
they whispered to my ear
the crack of dawn is when they reappear
"listen to my story
or i'll be back"
i'm warned once again
they're testing me
whispering and staring
at the edge of my bed
scared as a fish
i'm next on the list
lots have done wrong
cause that is way long
i listen evey night
shadow after shadow
keeps passing by
more sad the stories get
"listen to my story"
they whisper
they won't leave
until their story is told
they won't leave
until you get old
the words they say
widen my eyes
opens my heart
to an unseen life
I hope you understand
my story I whisper to you
if you have not yet realized
what i've said
I'll be sure to come back again
"listen to my story"
I whisper
I thought of it all day and well into the night
That for you a poem I would write.
What words can you use to describe a person
You’ve never seen.
Then a realization came into my mind
I’ve been writing them for a very long time.
Every time we write about GOD and his begotten son
The words flow freely and never left undone.
So it matters not if it is sight unseen
We write about everything- it’s a poets dream.
Poets go into worlds never traveled before
Seeking all that GOD has made
And come back with knowledge that they’ve gained.
Into the realms of mystery, love, excitement and fear
So that with you these words they could share.
They see the realities of today
The dreams of yesterdays
The future of tomorrows
And the pains and sorrows.
They are the time travelers of the mind
Their eyes are open - they are not blind.
So when you read what they write
It’s because of this time travelers insight.
So to my time traveling co-poets, this I must say
I am proud to have traveled this road with you
Into the minds of man , and writing
The stories that they all understand.