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My dogs look at me and I know what they say
Go away, shut up so we can play
They look at me with those adoring eyes
And know how to get their prize
They know how to manipulate my soul
Have me under their full control
They will bark at me if they want something
Will bully me until I start succumbing
They dare me to challenge them
No shouting or condemn
They will answer me with attitude
Expecting me to show gratitude
They are so damn cute
And an absolute hoot
They are the rulers of my world
Without them I would be twirled
They keep me going everyday
They are kind and gentle, not when they play
They can communicate
And can educated
Into their way of thinking
Without over thinking
They are my fur babies
All cute as daisies
Friends let's talk! You see at one time in my life
I thought I knew all that love and life would bring.
At one time the path of life was clear and new
One time I knew everything Oh at that time I was ten
And from ten to twenty years My laughter was loud
Even when I was told to shut my mouth
I could not know how. Now the time has passed seemly so fast and
the memories I have had yes great expectations created words
to express
my laughter my love and my joy have remained in my songs in the
struggle or in the efforts of life. You could hear my voice my tones! All day long! Many battles were fought no doubt. Many lessons were taught
I learned the hard way when to shut my mouth
So now what, where do I go from here
I'm wandering around feeling a bit weird
People that I know don't know how to act
Thinking my spirits has finally cracked
Not so, I welcome this new change of scene
I'm drinking more coffee, it's becoming routine
It's similar to finally stopping to smoke
After forty long years for fear that I'll croak
Well wish me luck, I need your support
Hope I don't go weird and begin to cavort
Wearing lots of makeup and leather that rocks
Playing air guitar with long flowing locks
If that starts to happen, I'll revert to the funnies
Hopping around like a pregnant bunny
Hang on a minute, I think that was funning
Well sneaky old me, how utterly cunning
© Jack Ellison 2015
Tell me you love me too
Never thought...I could feel,
I could ever feel alive,
Now, you're here...by my side
Thought that I was running out
of time...of time.
I don't know...how you feel,
but, it's love I can't deny
I'm so scared... of the truth,
will you tell me yes, or say goodbye?
All I know is that I have
to try...to try
Chorus
Do you love me too?
Do you, do you love me too?
Do you want me too?
Do you, do you want me too?
I can't wait no more
I can't...I can't wait no more
Tell me...tell me
Tell me you love me too!
I was lost...now I'm found
Now, my feet don't touch the ground
Flying high...touch the sky
I see rainbows piercing through
dark clouds...dark clouds
I want to say I love you right out loud!
Chorus
Do you love me too?
Do you, do you love me too?
Do you want me too?
Do you, do you want me too?
I can't wait no more
I can't...I can't wait no more
Tell me...tell me
Tell me you love me too!
Bridge
Illusions are not free
They take their toll on me
I don't know what to do
I can't wait any more
Tell me you love me too!
Chorus
Do you love me too?
Do you, do you love me too?
Do you want me too?
Do you, do you want me too?
I can't wait no more
I can't...I can't wait no more
Tell me...tell me
Tell me you love me too!
Never thought...
I could feel,
I could ever...
feel...
alive.
John Derek Hamilton
May 13,2018
6x6
6 x 6 on my way
to 6 feet down...
I live in a tent on the sidewalk,
near main and 7th.
Just down the street there are courthouses.
That is where they dispense the law.
They tell people what is right and what is wrong,
and how to follow along.
Yet the story does not end
but bends around and twists back.
The summer of love gone wrong.
It is an old song, sung by trolls,
that live in high towers,
and eat well.
None can spell or even read,
but they do know how to feed.
Votes for better times,
eaten up by slimes,
that live in the garden
turned to a desert,
but not a dessert for any.
Just a penny,
in the can to buy beans
again.
You look through the windows of my poetry
Deep into the bedroom of my heart
you watch me undress
button by button
It slowly slips down
You adjust the focus
of those binoculars on your screen
reading my poetry
seeing my naked soul
you watch
for free
at a distance
at a safe distance
You watch me dance
In your mesmerized trance
You watch me smile
and all the while
You watch
You see the tears
you see the shadow of fears
streaking my face
leaving a trace
you watch
day in
day out
night time
wondering if I'm alone
if anybody else is home
if my bed is warm
if you see another form
there with me
you NEED to see
I feel your eyes
looking in through my poetry window
Voyeur
you're just a voyeur
living my life vicariously
without touching me
it's your destiny
you look for safety
a distance you keep from me
I know you're there
I relish your stare
I know you want to
walk through that door
looking for something more
but your too afraid
of the inconvenience
of my moods
my happy swings
my sorrowful stings
You're a voyeur
You watch me for free
but one day
I'll close the shutters
blocking my words
withering your soul
as you wither mine
it's fine
Voyeurism is just...
just a waste of time
I want to flesh and blood with you
it's true
But voyeurism
is all you know how to do
One day
Your "watching days"
They will all be through
Another will watch AND caress
will help me undress
and kiss and will bless
all that and more
for the one
who walks through the door
and dances with me
and sets demons free
Voyeurism
doesn't cut it
with me!
Eileen
Easily are fires put out by tears and fears
There is a heaviness I feel in the darkness
It was once all lit up all around me—
I was so prideful, so immersed in it
I felt so safe and warm, and happy
Who was I really fooling?
I instead wander my miserable dreams
I write to you desperately
And can barely form the words
Just write it, write it,
I need to know the truth:
“What did I do wrong?”
I only tried to salvage us
In this futile vision
I tried to save this world
As the rest of life was crumbling
Who am I but this lost little girl,
Trapped by my own swallowed shame?
Who am I but this mess I made?
These words—these words I have formed
Have broken us
No—
Have broken me
The familiarity of awfulness pervades
I want to crawl into some form of purpose
Because all I can really do is crawl—
But where can any light be found?
Because I cannot face yours
I need one that cannot be put out
By these sobs of remorse
Whatever can I say,
To make this desolation go away?
Whatever can I do,
Whatever can I hope?
I heard in my dreams—
The hollowness,
I heard the word “empty” being repeated,
Being buried into my skin
Becoming a part of me
You say “live”
To fill myself with courage
And confidence that I lack
You say “face it”
While I am staring at what you left behind
All of my emptiness and nothing more
You say “nothing is stopping you”
But oh how you are wrong
Everything about this life is stopping me
My very mind is stopping me
How can you know how that feels?
How can I stand up and face another day?
Without even understanding why I even wake up?
I would much rather wander my dreams,
Waiting for your answer,
Facing the emptiness
That familiar tingle of despair
Than to face reality—
Your cruel silence
My soundless, soulless roar
May 1, 2018
In a field of clover and buttercup
A romantic picnic for two laid out
Eye on her watch as her heart swells with doubt
So worried he’ll work late and stand her up
Any time but not tonight would be forgivable
As she can barely contain herself should she explode
Hours of planning this escapade from their abode
The mounting anticipation is quite unbearable
And here he is, the darling, right on cue
Just in time for the rain to catch them by surprise
Who cares! When she gets to look into his eyes
And let him know how much she loves him
Getting drenched but nothing dilutes their joy
That newlywed feeling is overpowering
He reads her mind, she can’t hide a single thing
Life will change forever… the baby’s going to be a boy
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 24, 2018 for contest TELL ME A STORY sponsored by BRENDA CHIRI - RANKED 4TH
May I Dance With You
Ghouls and the Ghosts are throwing a hoe down.
The killer clowns are having a frightful good time
as frankenstein flits onto the dance floor.
The vampires are sat in the corner having a bite.
Beetlejuice the dj plays the monster mash.
The addams family start to sway
uncle fester's break dancing away.
and the things doing is funky thing.
Freddie Kruger cutting that rug up.
Draculas daughter dances round her handbag
as johhny popped his head in the door ,heres johhny.
They have even let riff raff loose
the monsters and ghouls know how to dance
as Galeo ds shakes their @@@
comp entry 11/10/2016
Family is not a place to argue
Family is where love is shared together
Family is not a fight for right or wrong
Nor it is a battlefield to be defeated
Family is not where you win or lose
It's a place for us to come back after being tired
A place of refuge being pressured on society out there
Family member should exert love to know how to express it
Must afraid of losing, must know how to keep the bond intact
Men who respect their family are most fortunate
It's always those who are successful and rich
Look at those husbands who eat alcohol
Drunk. Or the vulgar husbands
And all the husband who flirt with their girls
They are those husbands that can't get no success.