Long Love seat Poems
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This Space for You...
Darling, my darling, how I long to see you so,
Such a long week of papers, pencils and meetings galore,
Prepare yourself for such a surprise as you surmise an unseen row,
Thusly have I, justly I espy this space for you rose petals and a sweetness which
lies for you tersely in store,
A love seat owned which contains no love,
A meal for two but one undone this gustatory banquet an unaccompanied
contamination,
The tenebrous night a pauper's precarious glove,
An untimely immersion the dawn's perversion hope's demise this unmitigated
annihilation,
No skies for this fledging, a floundering fish without a sea,
A body with no heart, a gaze devoid of a glance,
A rhythm with no dancer, a toll with no fee,
Flavors bereft of any taste, a trust flailing askance,
My ring for no finger, the path that never ends,
Even a sound of silence unspoken, toiling bells that do not ring,
A card for no Valentine, words of adoration equivocate and descend,
This heartbeat lacking a beat, the stinger without a sting,
My gold with no luster, a ruby with no shine, closeness yet never being close,
A cheer for no victory, the desire lacking passion,
This vapid illusion broken by your repudiation an asphyxiation my final rose,
This space for you a tender touch I never knew the gift returned bleeding my soul to
her an inconsequential reaction.
My frail fragility falling before my frivolous failure,
Void this emptiness spaces yet lie sown these trivial ties,
A baneful blessing the babe inside upon sorrow's deeps I the sailor,
Underhanded by life's whim still remaining this space for you my harrowed brow
words untrue despondency your treacherous disguise.
Shelah is an autumn fairy who loves pumpkins, squash, and maize.
She lives in the best oak tree in Semi-Forgotten Forest.
Old lady down the road makes quilts, so she snags material for free.
So many fat quarters at Ethel's, she rarely misses these small pieces.
Shelah's digs are amazing! She loves color, patterns, textures.
Pink polka dotted curtains, orange striped throws, couch with red dogs.
Double love seat in neon green paisley which took a little more material.
Ethel has tons, she will not live long enough to use it all anyway.
Shelah’s hobbies are simple - quilting, painting, and poetry.
She had no computer, her mother says it would corrupt her
TVs are out. She has an energy that kills them instantly.
Her electrical field goes counterclockwise, she is an empath.
She teaches young fairies to quilt. They are all making bedspreads.
Luckily Ethyl has a lot of material, I mean scads of it.
Shelah is presently teaching eighteen teenage faeries quilting
Boy faeries too? Damn right! They are faeries right?
If you want to join Forgotten Forest Chamber of Commerce
Here is the application form. Please fill it out legibly.
Are you fast? Can you fly in and out of windows carrying material?
Have you made some narrow escapes? Did you like it?
Shelah is the head of every committee; she will explain your initiation.
Due to her being bright, wise, intelligent and bossy, she is Queen here.
We other faeries are in awe of her and of her beautiful quilts.
One last question. Can you carry slippery stuff like silk and satin?
I woke up thinking where am I and how did I get here.
There was no trace of what happened last night.
But all I know is that something happened that was recall bad.
Because I felt empty. Lost.
I ran out the door of the room noticing I was at my neighbors house.
He was sitting up in his love seat in the living room.
I noticed right then and there why I was here.
Recalling the things he has mentioned to me in the past.
How he wanted me to stay the night at his house so he wouldn't be "lonely"
Oh, did I hate the thought of me ever sleeping with him or even next to him
Gave me the goosebumbs all over the place.
I walked into the living room and looked at his face. Hoping to recall what happened.
But all he could do was smile at me and so my clothes are in the master bathroom.
Why were they there and not in the guest bathroom?
It was odd something I couldn't place my finger on
I gracefully walk to the bathroom wringing my hands together, hoping nothing more will
happen.
My clothes were there like he said they were, but something wasn't right.
I lifted the seat of the toilet to urinate.
I looked down at my underwear and noticed blood. Wait a minute that shouldn't have
happened.
I had been raped.
Lost my virginity to a man i don't even know.
Thats all I could remember.
My alarm clock blaring in my right ear.
All I wanted to remember was I had a dream. Thats all.
This poem goes out to all the rape victims like me and to bring those men/women to
justice.....
Form:
Bridal Party- what horses have when they get new saddles
al dente' vegetables- vegetables hard enough to dent your teeth
Oregano- the Italian section of a northwestern state
John Doe- a hooved animal that frequents prostitute deer
Civil Defense- fighting off an aggressor politely
Plaster of Paris- an extremely strong French cognac
Macaroni and Sneeze- a person allergic to pasta
Mushrooms- rooms for people to sit in and feel sorry for themselves
Shock and Awe- someone who says "Awe, shucks!" when they watch you stick
your finger in an electric socket
Love Seat- a person's fondness for sitting down.
"Quality Time"- an expensive Rolex
"Strip Mall"- a shopping mall for nudists
Console Organ- trying to make your sorrowful electric organ feel better
Poison Ivy- giving strychnine to your hen-pecking wife Ivy
"Justifiable Homicide"- killing "Billy Mays" of TV commercial infamy
"Shipping and Handling"- mysterious outrageous charges for "free" stuff
"Foster Child"- an adolescent drinking Australian Foster Lager beer
"Law Practice"- Why are they still practicing? When will they get to know it?
"Trick or Treat"- whether you are the "Hooker" or the "John"
Remember- sometimes I add more to these, so check back every once in awhile.
Anyone is welcome to add their's....we are "family", after all. tom
As I walked along an old dirt path thickened and over-grown with greenery, Unfamiliar with the territory...
I approach a small opening of short bright green grass
I couldn't help but notice that in between two ripened apple trees, was an old half-rotted love seat swing made from vines and thick branches
Staring at it, watching it swing slowly with the wind...
And with my mind and body in a motionless trance
"I Wonder" I ask myself
I wonder- who the last occupants were, who were the last to sit there together?
Must be at least a hundred years old; I think
Were they young teenagers in love?
Were they newlyweds, or long-time lovers- unmarried?
Maybe, they were old... like me
Hmm... Maybe, just maybe...it was where Adam & Eve sat while biting the apple?
While thinking these thoughts... the loves seat continued to swing more rapid
Suddenly,
The love seat stops swinging... but the mild wind still blows
It was like an invitation for me to have a seat. With chills running from the back of my neck, through my spine, and down to my toes... I sit
Closing my eyes gently. a chill-calming feeling warms my body and soul
The answer to the question will forever be a mystery
But now I know who the last two occupants were...
It was me... and the Lord
Out on the porch for a little recess
From life's daily chores, listen to raindrops
Pitter-patter, musical sounds request
From gentle breeze, which stirs windchimes non-stop
Nature's orchestra plays as in hammock relaxed lay
A novel to read or just nap away
Afternoon quietly, what more pleasure
Maybe do something risque
Meet with lover, love away rainy day
In deep caresses our love we'll measure
The flame will burn higher as our desire
Rises with each kiss and loving caress
As the rain's rhythm sets mood, love's red fire
Glows as love to each other we confess
Romancing to rain's music dance and sway
Raindrops, roses, love's desire only glows
Lover so glad you could be companion to
Maybe do something risque
As on the love seat, inflamed we repose
Not needing love potion our love to renew
Lover so glad that I met you today
Out on porch listening to rain's rhythm
Stirring music in my soul fears allay
Perfectly matched love's biorhythm
There are now no fears or life's dismay
Love come take me away to higher realm
Come, stay, don't just wait life's rainy day to
Maybe do something risque
Hold, caress, don't wait 'til life overwhelms
Love come stay please don't ever bid adieu
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Contest: An Ode To Small Comfort On a Rainy Afternoon
Bursts forth blissfulness, in tranquil stillness
Magnetic heat fills us from head to feet
Ineffable is our heart’s happiness
In resonance with the divine love beat
Our head melds with heart, conceding defeat
Silence continuum, ushers wellness
As Ohm vibration within does repeat
Bursts forth blissfulness, in tranquil stillness
Negating not, our mind-body this-ness
We rest egoic thought forms, that love deplete
Vibrant then becomes, in-form consciousness
Magnetic heat fills us from head to feet
We vaporise, as love does love throbs greet
Our aura transmutes to soft white brightness
As we imbibe soma elixir sweet
Ineffable is, our heart’s happiness
Wisdom downloads dispel our soul’s darkness
As of heart’s desire, we dance to love’s tweet
Is-ness of being-ness in joyfulness
In resonance with the divine love beat
Rapture’s unbound as polarities meet
Boundaries blur; we entwine with oneness
Heart takes pole position, at the love seat
God’s light in fullness, fills our emptiness
Bursts forth blissfulness
25-November-2021
Every evening I come home on time,
I hug you and say, " How was your day? "
No smile, no affection, no greeting from you: you seem the image of clay,
but a resentful feeling, fed by suspicion, is ready to explode inside!
Staring at me with doubt, you'll soon turn into a freak;
I go to the kitchen to get a beer to wash the poison down...
when I get back, my cell phone is gone!
There you are! Curved up into the love seat
checking out all my messages and a particular picture....
angrily you say, " Who's that silly blonde? Your new lover? "
I fight back by saying, " Darling, have you touched another drink?
What is the meaning of these fits of jealousy? "
And vicious than a tiger showing her sharp teeth,
you get up to start a demoniac fight revving up your stupidity.
Anything that lies on the coffee table you throw at me:
a pack of cigarettes, even an ashtray that misses me by an inch,
by luck, I duck feeling like a grindstone turned by a winch...
I yell, " Damn you and your jealousy! " I shut the door and flee.
Hello there, fragrance of boundless delight
Love touch vibrational, makes us complete
Joy such, from which may we never alight
Bubbling rapture renews each day and night
As love does love, in joyousness so greet
Hello there, fragrance of boundless delight
Our love grows byte by byte, to zenith height
Suffused we are, by bliss nectar replete
Joy such, from which may we never alight
Love enigmatic, hidden in plain sight
Each sensory flicker, elixir sweet
Hello there, fragrance of boundless delight
Twin flame souls entwine, radiating light
Soundless rhythm we feel is one heartbeat
Joy such, from which may we never alight
Our love transcendental makes all wrongs right
Together we occupy, one love seat
Hello there, fragrance of boundless delight
Joy such, from which may we never alight
09-September-2021
A Poem to your spouse on his-her birthday. Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Funom Makama
I awoke to the sound
Of the rooster crow
Red handed with green thumbs
Covered in dirt and soap in my eyes
I walk down the hall
Of this house that is now mine
Wander into the kitchen
Turn on the stove, I prepare the roast
There is a note stuck to the refrigerator
"John and Mary will be over later,
I'll be home around two."
I check on the garden
I visited last night
Only now, I harvest
I grab the shovel
That I forgot in the rain
And place it in the shed
I'll come back for it later
Next time the plants need to be fed
Now that the aroma
Of the freshly cooked meat
Has overridden the stench
I go into the dining area
And place my greasy knife
On the bench
"Honey! I'm home!"
Somebody cried
"Honey's not here"
I replied
Now blood is everywhere
I go fetch the shovel
I didn't think would be needed
So soon, it's only noon
I sit and I wait
On the love seat in the den
For the night to live
And the day to be dead
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