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If These Walls Could Talk
If these walls could talk, how dare you ask such a thing?
What do you think we do, and remember we see everything?
You come in here and bang the door the plaster looses its hold
Never think of what you’ve done, your actions loud and bold
I could tell your mum some tales, the boys you bring in here
And you never know I might- I even know about the beer…
Your thoughtless ways, you draw on me, and dig holes with a pen
Then you scream it’s your bedroom, and slam the door again
You want to be careful girl just because you abuse me and you kick
I may have stood for 8o years but you really make me sick
I was once proud and smooth and you have knocked great chunks out of me
But I will get my own back, just you wait and see
The next time you bring him in here and think that no one knows
I will show them what you are, all your sins I’ll put on show
One more bang will be your last that much I promise you
For when you bang the door and him, I am gonna drop down on you two.
© 09/09/2012
She's like bubble gum
I take her out of the wrapper
Put her in my mouth
Chomp down
It taste good at first
There's no denying that
The taste is wonderful
It's sugary and sweet
There's new touches of sweetness that I can savor
I swoosh it around in my mouth
I blow a big bubble
And I then hear her pop
There's no better sound
Than to hear that pop
It's a thrill
Then after awhile
The taste looses it's sweetness
It becomes a chore
I swoosh it around my mouth
It's seems rudimentary
Not complimentary
I blow a big bubble
It doesn't pop
It lost it's flavor
I then take the bubble gum
Look at it for the last time
Toss it out into the wind
And let someone else step on it
It's that easy
There's more bubble gum to unwrap
Baby out there is thinking what the heck
Is he talking about
She's right
She's still in the wrapper
Freshly minted
Gift wrapped
Waiting to arrive, I bet
Baby out there is thinking what the heck
Is he talking about
She's right
I'm just having fun,
dreaming
connie pachecho
1/14/17
The genuine of simplicity is the wishing will,
arouses the splendor in content of still.
The scattering stories are matter of a baggage,
becomes the chant proclaiming the stage in savage.
Those torn loose ends to know by the breathe,
finding pleasure in the cruelest advice beneath.
The act of harsh or sweet in shallow warm,
tormented insecurities latching to reform.
That trying again, and once again, to rise,
smoking, drinking, manipulation in disguise.
When moody blinded self-absorption is out on bail,
becoming the shadows trapped in a flapping sail.
By the antiquity to proof with intellectual sight,
every heartbeat trebled to change heavens might.
That most rare conception of all nothing,
and its consequences with its swinging sting.
The cry for righteous freedom in darkening eclipse,
the haunted space by nemesis in grips.
Bearing witness to the poor admitted heart,
in social convention is the holy phony art.
The delicate web of human trust,
emphatic rapture in airy fabrication and its dust.
The lying gambles played every day,
holding and keeping what is not have anyway.
The embodiment of all that despise,
the puppeteer and its disguise.
Pegasus flight thru the storm looses some feather,
mythology is the living breath altogether.
The visions beyond the enduring crisp of firmament,
wishes of ideal and escape into mental decadent.
Dreaming vacancies to the holy sane,
loving aspiration forever by gratitude of reign.
Childhoods play and magical thought wonderland,
where the impossible is the golden rule to understand.
Enchanted places and many self that only oneself really knows,
myriad of creatures in foreign worlds with all its bestows.
Wonder of heroic wealth by its absolute power trace,
image simulation molded and caught in transcendental space.
The dream weaver holds the levitating rotating globe at hand,
destinies favorite muse conducting with the magical wand.
The law of loves beauty in its own delicate retrospect,
never looses its enchanting wonder and surprise effect.
The castle of indomitable presence and sacred ground,
the worst of worst for recuperation found.
Shared stories sensing itself to the turning point of matter,
creating synchronized universes distinctive blue and flatter.
Seeing clearly know for all makes perfect sense,
the tincture of spheres colliding with residue of love immense.
Bleeding hearts of passion desire
Arrow of love sets my soul on fire
Tears of joy replace the inner sad
Sweet whispers fall and fill me glad
I’ll follow you forever as the clock looses time
Bonded from this day forward loves fate has made you mine
I walk on air with your bright smile
I pray for your return to stay a while
You know my thought before its born
Temptations of you prick me like a thorn
I’ll follow you forever as the clock looses time
Bonded from this day forward loves fate has made you mine
Embraced with your kiss I conqueror it all
Everlasting is our love and I cannot fall
Dreams of touches follow my shadow
Twinkle from you eye shows loves halo
I’ll follow you forever as the clock looses time
Bonded from this day forward loves fate has made you mine
People say they are tired of being lonely,
Days pass them by as out their eyes they
try to see
How and when something could be
People complain about commitment,
Yet when they finally truly feel alone
They seem to change the tone
Perfect coupling is never perfect
Except when chained together
with neither side letting go
But such as the story supposed,
The material world always convinces us
Its not the end. Just wash it away like soap
Until that too looses its luster
And becomes another grave without hope
No heart beating , just the stillness
Like a cut rope
Such are my thoughts..
during the times of my birth season;
The cold
I fell, I fall;
I’ve fallen into fall;
Cool brisk warm autumn;
Windblown leaves to the ground-bottom;
A time when the leaves ;
On the tree leave;
Colorists’ red, yellow’s brown’s orange;
I alas do, fall into fall again;
I rise up and gather with my eyes;
Those beautiful arrangement spies…
As I envision the prize;
So colorful the skies;
Every leaf looses its green;
Except the pine, the wintergreen;
And I look a top the trees;
And I see the rainbow leaves;
I leave the rake in tow…
I don’t know I’d rather view than hoe…
I fell, I fall;
I’ve fallen into fall;
The autumn winds calls;
So I guess I’ll fall as I fell;
I fell as I fall into fall Oh! Man…
9/12/19
Fall Into Fall Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Onto hope is necessity
If waiting would not profit
Growth rate of yeasty bids
Boldly into anticipating yields
For anointed oil to fill pot to its brim
Hope hurts hasty head,
Healing heart's hindrance hurting...
Higher honor's host.
Onto chance is doubt
If shaky wait looses grip
Of expected time of being
Beyond what caution's seat
Can tame to ease such tension
Waiting weighs wit's will,
Wether with weight, work wows well,
Wad weary wall's war.
Onto anxiety is probability
If due luck isn't forthcoming
Gradually brighter to dying eyes
For long viewing afar its due arrival
Building capacity to hastily bear its cross
Anxiety ace acts,
Awaiting apt adjustments...
Alive abounding.
Onto peace is accord
If faith assumes rightly
Tightening Word's interval
Which drowning sea can't sink
Timing unfulfilled drift beforehand
Faith fights for future,
Featuring failure fearing...
Fulfilling fortunes.
Onto belief is assurance
If rest solely on its scope
Trying time's ton ultimately
Search endlessly not too early
Yet assessment bids via grace
Resting relieve risks,
Racing refined regret's reign...
Rapture reserved raw.
Sometimes love makes no wink a prompter
That steers nothing in proverb
Just as accusation bets to cluster
To course lie a divest herb
Sometimes love fears the acclaimed politician
In whom assurance is reach an Everest
Forfeiting the maimed academician
Which arouses hope but to shatter it
Sometimes love is cruel
To affirm its case off benefits
Bursted out of the duel
Wary of trust on high twists
Sometimes lust is loss
That looses heart's crown
For servant chances toast's roses
Rolling to set sighs off laughter fun
Sometimes love consumes
It costs aging kindness be thrust
To foster blindly for homes
And key the heart's distrust
Sometimes love fume to entomb
That gladden craze; fists doom pleasant
The untold fair treatment costume
Never ceased to coil craze just
Before that comes to being
One must have neglected many a warning
That signals letting go as bravery
Which would have been savory
Watch the doubler tongue
Foaming adaptively to stung
Alas I fear, we part again.
Time won’t still, for you my friend.
Tender thoughts, refuse to help.
Scars we bare, in dreams are felt.
Time does pass, how long or when?
To meet, to see, to hold you then.
Distance is a hateful fact.
Cruel enough, to force this act.
But do not weep, for when I leave,
Our next encounter bittersweet.
Lonely feelings hold no use,
Cast aside its awful truths.
To miss, to grieve, your company pass.
Clog’s the soul, a dirty task.
Happy hope our best disguise,
Relinquish when I next arrive.
I’ll seek you out, unconscious mind.
Hold you there, a treasured find.
My biggest demon, shows no care,
Your absence long, I have to bear.
Hunger deepens, Starts to gnaw.
Forbidden touch, wanting more…
The holes you leave, your presence gone,
Kills emotions one by one.
Come to me, remove this loss,
Misguided will, to big a cost.
It dissipates in single touch,
Kiss me now, it hurts too much.
The darkness thick, it’s moving in…
It seeps down deep, on frosty skin.
Time is lost, no measure left.
Come to me in my bereft.
Sleepy movements, tough to see,
Next one leaves, an arm on me.
Mewling noises, I am robbed,
Rouse me into wakeful sob’s.
Strong arms grip, their hold is tight.
Sheltered from my sudden plight.
Lover’s whispers, soothing touch.
Understanding starts to rush…
Never had, you left my side,
But in slumber, soul still cries.
My love for you, is so intense,
My mind revolts and looses sense.
I fear it will, forever more.
Imbedded deep, my centre core.
Cope I can, in times like these,
If when I wake, it’s you it sees.
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