Long Lovelife Poems
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I heard so long before, crying from fields where blow
it 'round the lonely stones, hair-waving gentleness.
Were it a poison o, still I would ride its breeze,
trailing so finely forgetting resentfulness.
How can it worry, when ne’r does it lack its ease
Winding and binding the waters and highest cloud?
Oh that I could have run past those unbending trees,
For to return to the land were my thoughts ring loud
when the breeze takes me away from this bleakest light.
Unto the storm! I go unto its lighten’d shroud!
Perverted science, our earth, oh our earth in plight.
Need them we never shall, for we shall never leave.
Stormy winds blow past our necks, and the gods, they know
When ones like we have found what they could never show.
Me, oh for me, thus myself low, in mourning. Such
men blame themselves, their lost love from whence hope arose.
Hope, it depends only on wishes ne’r conceiv’d
past what primordial dreams that men hold so close.
Fantastic imag’ry, happiness here receiv’d,
tells himself that which he wishes so much to hear.
How can a man so himself cover, so deceiv’d?
How did he think that this love, unthought, would appear?
How can he walk down this rail-thin road while so blind?
Whether he wonder’d if living or not, its here!
Sailing across the sea, riding waves, felt so kind.
Parted his life when his glass house did shatter, and
there in the fields, he lie on his back, pain’d so much.
Where was his love? Could it have been in fleeting touch?
Cried out he did when his life shatter’d ‘fore his eyes.
He wanted never to look back with morose face,
Only look forward to future loves, of this kind.
Laughter and joyous voice, sounded in man’s cold race,
touch’d by the countless works of dissilusion’d mind,
art from adversity, love from the artist’s heart,
pain’d from eternal grief, mark’d by eternal grind,
in love’s name, his one wish, from whence his hope would part.
Realiz’d that his heart will never see love again,
Turn’d to in desp’rate resistance against his heart,
winds, rays, and waters, his void fill’d with life again,
Were it a poison o, still he would ride the breeze.
Love loses meaning, emotion, no more he cries,
Only the sun, the stars and dark, cool ev’ning skies.
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Dactyllic Alexandrine
As time flies, so her emotion swiftly fries,
As life frowns to dust, so her affection swiftly drowns to lust,
As love turns to coal, so her smile swiftly runs to the cold,
As sunset sets away, so her truth swiftly upsets the root of likeness, and erects away the boldness of trust,
but her hate doesn't rate me to roasted rat, because her hate is wingless, and no other can make her sweat and melt to hashes like I do.
Damn! I’m damned, if I get soak in her socking beauty,
Damn! I’m damned, if I get stolen by her golden smile,
Damn! I’m damned, if I don’t bench her lioness sex drive, I’ll infinitely feel less, like a quenched man.
Damn! I’m damned, if I merge with her chameleon cries and battalion kisses.
If I give in fully, just for the sake of ‘be a real man’, not 'a steel man',
my life will end up like the life of a North American bug, which inflicts painful bite on love and life.
When I transparently decide to give into love, all I get is:
Vultures smoking cigarette in an uncultured manner,
Kangaroo's doing Michael Jackson’s moonwalk in a live show in Cameroon,
Monkeys ordering for coffee, while wooing female donkeys
Zebras playing golf, with liberal views,
Lizards rearing Afro and trying to reawaken Lazarus from the dead,
Dingo's wearing costly tuxedos in Mexico, and speaking Spanish fluently,
Frogs driving Rang-Rove jeeps, in a foggy weather
Snakes wearing condoms to nibble into snacks,
Female Goats, wearing sexy underpants, to enable them float in a sinking Titanic boat
Bareheaded demons and bears drinking chilled bears together in a beheaded mood and using chilly pepper, to chill down their temper,
Horses babysitting housewives
I trip endlessly!
lost in a confused mood and temper, for she false me, she false me not.
I limp endlessly!
No matter how we try to put souls together to make our love bright and wealthy like the brightened face of Paris and the fat pocket of Las Vegas,
We always end up creating a poverty of love.
I have relentlessly tried praying forcefully for our love,
but I end up noticing that people, who aggressively pray the most for love, end up marrying angry praying-mantis.
I will just have to remain light-footed in love, and let her featherweight affections for me, turn to true feelings, or get carried away, because she false me, she false me not.
How can I be so aware of where I am yet feel so lost
Your not here, therefore I’ve lost my direction
I’ve lost the light and I can’t find the sun
I’ve searched for days but I’m still coming up short.
Im loosing hope
Wishing on stars that will never shine
And I know I can’t be found when you’re not looking
Are you even real?
Or are you just a dream I’ve made up
A dream I dreamed but blinked and woke up
And the color drained from my eyes
They widen searching for a hint of color
But they too are in the dark.
Colored blind
Only viewing black and white dancing to grays
Oh to see through your eyes
What it must be like
Everything so vibrant and alive.
This acquired taste
The salty sea taste
With an over whelming flavor
That won’t soon leave my lips.
My throat dry and voice raspy
Dead without a day of song.
My lungs, they serve no purpose in a world without air
But still they burn begging for what’s not there.
I drop to the ground
Feeling around
Searching desperately for something
Anything with life
But my finger tips only bleed for the dead rose’s thorns.
But then, a change, a transformation
The rose burst into life right in my hand
But that is not the only change
There is something else
Something good
Full of life
You.
My eyes go unfocused for a second
In a world without color you stand out
Strewn in vibrant colors that make my eyes water at the sight
They refocus
I can see you clearly now
Beauty and brilliancy
I do not dare blink!
I can’t take my eyes off you
Because there’s nothing else to see
And I know im wishing for too much but I’d wish you’d look at me
I know im hardly noticeable
Being so invisible
But I only wish you could see me.
The salty taste turns to sugar on my tongue
And my lungs are revived
So don’t leave
Please don’t leave
If you do the color will wash away with you
My eyes bloodshot still not well adjusted to such a sight
A sight I’ve never seen except in the most impossible of dreams
And there you stand
Im afraid that if I move or blink or even breathe
You’ll disappear
So I’ll stay frozen
It’s not like its difficult
My burning eyes are locked and there’s nothing I can do
These eyes will always burn for you.
Do I see the bright?
Again, yes of course I do ~
When I gaze, ponder and peer, deeply
Beyond the surface of all life....
Do I see my own imperfections?
Never have they escaped me, these humbling truths
A thousand regrets, upon the very first page!
Yet what is my contribution, and or purpose
I have often considered for many years?!
Shall I live for myself, and myself alone?
There is an empty reward I believe
Within the wraps and the ointments, perhaps of this
Treading these waters of light so to speak....
But, do I have the answers unto it all, this life?
Not within this place, nor within this state!
And shall I impose my will, and or condemn another, contrary unto it?
No, this is not my intent, truly, nor is it my place
For whom can hold such reasonings, conclusions, within the end of all things?....
Although, as I have afore mentioned above
Perfection is not to be held within these human hands!
Wherein truths, are but a shifting kaleidoscope of perceptions, for most
Sometimes dark, sometimes light, yet again, within its very best
A misted and fog laced glass, amid an abysmal mirror, of reflections
Towards these truths, within all that there is-the answers and the why's!?
So what are the conclusions to be found, as I believe and or see?
I guess within the end, wrapped within one golden rule
"Love," beyond measures, prejudices and condemnations
For the hearts, and the souls, and the eyes, of all of life ~
These, that are held within Heavens hands, and Heavens hands alone!
So, within this continuum of consciousness' ever searching journey
May all of your hopes, dreams and wishes, forever and always, come true
Amid the gifts beneath the trees, of unconditional and everlasting love
"The Golden Rule"....
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~ Happy Holidays, Everyone! ~
Note: Never again from this day forth, shall I ever remove another comment,
That I have made unto another priceless life and soul! Nor, shall I ever again,
Close myself off unto anyone, whoms lives are far more precious, than any-
Thing I could ever be, or even know! Please, forgive me for my, imperfections!
"Shine Bright Bright Lights!"~Sincerely, John!
Form:
Random Chance
by Rick Rucker
Should your love life be selected by Randon Chance?
Is that any way to find True Romance?
Doesn't it mean so much more,
Than casually changing your home's decor?
Tell everyone, that you are looking,
That, for one, only, you are cooking!
In the search, enlist all your friends,
Tell them what you hope for, when the search ends,
Try all of the venues, even electronic,
Sign up for the dating sites, some quite iconic.
I personally favor this method, you see,
Because it is how my True Love found Me!
I signed up, and posted an ad,
I wrote it, and checked it, thought it not bad.
I more or less expected five to ten replies,
When I got more than two hundred, imagine my surprise!
Why did I get more than ten?
Why write to me, not other men?
Now I had a problem , what could I do?
I cancelled the service, now forlorn, and blue!
Two hundred dates, more than twenty eight a day,
Seemed a more dangerous game, than I wanted to play!
I started to try to cut down the list,
Anyone that wrote an answer whose meaning I missed,
I would quickly toss in the trash,
I would do it with feeling, even quite rash!
Finally, at the end of the quest,
I had done all I could, had done my level best!
I still had twenty five that were left,
At least, with that number, a pile of letters I could heft!
I set a goal, looking back, quite naive,
To find someone, who would, my loneliness, relieve!
That might not sound that hard to do,
But I was looking for My Love Most True!
I wasn't looking for a Date,
But rather, my next Life Long Mate!
With half the applicants remaining there,
I chanced upon My Lady Fair!
Not just a feast for my eyes,
She stole my Heart, a rude surprise!
I had decided to be quite objective,
I guess my Heart didn't get that directive!
An understaterment, to say I was Smitten!
Quite Fatally, by The Love Bug, bitten!
For some time, we have been going out,
When she can't see me, I still jump and shout!
I never thought I'd be again,
The Very Happiest of Men!
Now there is but one thing to do,
To make the Fairy Tale come true.
The Hawaiian Wedding Song, Andy Williams will sing,
If I can but convince her to accept my Ring!
Lil Wayne
Yung moola baby
J.R
I'm at War
Chorus
I'm at war
Fighting for the one that I love and the one that I truly need
I'm at war
Shawty I take a bullet for you girl
cause you mean the world to me
I'm at war
Sean Kingston
Me love you girl, you loving me
So don't fight together cause it was meant to be
Me feel like, I'm in the army
Cause to be with you, that's where my heart wanna be
It's like I'm about to die just to get with you
Feel like you're putting me through World War II
Got my soldier suit and my Timberland boots
Girl I'm down for whatever cause my love is true
So I tell her I'm at war with the love of my life
Sweat from my brows running down to my eyes
Everything you are's what I need in my life my life my life
Chorus
I'm at war
Fighting for the one that I love and the one that I truly need
I'm at war
Shawty I take a bullet for you girl
cause you mean the world to me
I'm at war
At war, at war, at war, at war, at war.
I'm at war
(repeat)
Lil Wayne
Salute to all the veterans
And girl your love's like a nuclear weapon
I'm a five star purple hearter purple sparker camouflage
Follow my every command and order
You can just call me Captain Carter
So let the missiles rain on your parade
Cause my love is a soldier
and my heart is a grenade, kabloom
I'll bomb any platoon, just call me World War II
Chorus
I'm at war
Fighting for the one that I love and the one that I truly need
I'm at war
Shawty I take a bullet for you girl
Cause you mean the world to me
I'm at war
Sean Kingston
Your mother said, don't talk to me
But it went through those ears girl, as I can see
So make me know whats your fantasies
Cause baby girl I think that stands to me
I'm on the front line and Im risking my life
I'll make a sacrifice just to have you by my side
You're the one I love, you're the one I trust
I'll hurt someone that come between us
So I tell her I'm at war with the love of my life
Sweat from my brows running down to my eyes
Everything you are is what I need in my life my life my life
Chorus
I'm at war
Fighting for the one that I love and the one that I truly need
I'm at war
Shawty I take a bullet for you girl
cause you mean the world to me
I'm at war
What is Love? Love is the thing that missing, when it’s not there it takes away our joyful
fillings! Love is a second away, and when that second comes we never want that second too
be taken away! Love is sweet and good for the soul, I told you before it could never be
bought or sold. Love is something that could never change, even when the worse of things
happen it always stays the same! Love is a working change in progress, with true love
you’ll always have success. Love is sweet and gentle to the touch, you don’t have to add
any special ingredients it already has enough! Love is time, now that’s a blessing, I pray
that you read in between the lines and learned a valuable lesson. Love is good now ain’t
that the truth, so this is the love that I’ll be given too you! Love is a secret, and now
you know it, it’s so good but not everyone will show it! Love is in the form of your word,
and shown by your actions, so through away lust and quit acting! Love is a gift that was
given too me and you, I gave my love now what will you do? Love is happy and happy is
love, so I am happy too have finally found my true love. Love is good words spoke into
your ears, but love is always blocked out and stupidity is all that we hear! Love is a
filling that will never hold you back, and if its true love then it will always watch your
back! Love is a spirit that likes to come near, but for some odd reason love is the thing
that people always fear! Love is like Christmas joy, but people are so confused, they
think it’s about money or the biggest of toys! Love is the only thing that can set you
free, it’s the only thing that can change you from what you are, from what you used too
be! Love is something that protects you from every bad action, so I’ll pray for you just
to see what happens. Love is life as it begins, God sent Jesus out of love to die for our
sins! Love is God and God is perfect, so any life He gives His Love too is perfect! I used
too think my life didn’t have a purpose. Jesus Christ saves lives of those who think that
life is worthless. Look at me, I was born into this world and I’m far from perfect, so
don’t sit there and tell me my Gods Love isn’t worth it! In Jesus name I pray Amen & Amen!!
Doctors (particularly biomedical engineers)...
really trolley train hard to keep track of patients
Eye tell ya we (spuds)
pulled up stakes after four yar
and zero scores ago living in Bryn Mawr
salutary heart and lungs figurative
storied Main Line Health medical network
latter part of June tooth thousand seventeen
approximately July first
same year bidding au revoir
bid good riddance account
to slumlord - hood did spat and spar
moved to Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
unsafe to ride bicycle without handlebar
economical, geographical, practical...
subjected by Grosse and Quade tyrannical czar
dom low income facilities housing
nattering nabobs of nihilism whose intellect subpar
candidates vetted by Jaclyn Geiger registrar
courtesy nepotism unexceptional manager
thanks be to her papa, she drives fancy car
unlike this pauper and the missus
limited to schlep near and not far
afforded by rattletrap motorcar,
no driving prohibitive number of miles,
crossing sketchy territory warning signs
picturing dangerous avatar,
(especially during inclement whee thar)
determining risk to forego
top manic kin Michelin
money grubbing cannibalistic
surgeon's earning equivalent silver star,
or comparable civilian rating touting specialists
while bonafide topnotch indivisible tailors swifty
stitch ink, viz tattoo back parlor shop whar
exemplary Patients Matter Always
buzzfeeding, inoculating, kickstarting...
healthy medical network,
hobnob, kibitz, schmooze...
drown lackluster lovelife at the bar
parting paramour with such sweet sorrows par
for the course during pouring rain how bizarre
necessitated our lucky find locating physicians
supreme nsync with Google high reviews
receiving, scoring, nabbing,
incorporating... truevalue re: vector and scalar,
we veteran trooper seasoned renters
luckily blessed chance
cost us pennies on the dinar
general bang for buck amazingly
found yours truly strumming his air guitar
pleasantly situated among picturesque poplar
resort within Skippack Village, a tourist
mecca for devout or
secular gourmandizing, earning
catering and acquiescing savoir
ole mighty faire Benjamin
legally tendering expensive bazaar.
She left him there ruined, to drink and to brood
For three years thereafter he held the same mood
Trapped was the artist in a cubicle office space
Torture for his feverish mind and heart now laid to waste
Alcohol was life though he would never call it so
But the bonds were too strong he still could not let her go
Sorrow turned to anger, then to bitterness and hurt
Many nights did he wind up crying face down in the dirt
It was not long before his lifestyle took its toll
And his vices had threatened to swallow him whole
His liver long battered his kidneys near their end
The doctor admitted he had but a year of life to spend
Broken down and scared, the penniless loser fled
Away from all his comforts for the country instead
“There”, he had argued, “no one will have to see
All the pain and all the suffering of the ugly end of me”
Not far from the city Lyla Dawson did dwell
With a successful career and a fiancée Johnny Bell
They lived in the suburbs in a colonial on a hill
With a view of the lake for which most would kill
Yet her thoughts often turned on her old college friend
Of his current whereabouts and the time they’d spend
Talking endlessly in the library and watching the rains of the spring
And how she could always rely on him for everything
These thoughts crossed her mind on a hot summer day
When the heavens tore open and turned the clouds black and gray
A storm front lashed out savagely upon the world below
A driver was fishtailing, but Lyla Dawson didn’t know
With a sickening crunch the cars collided hard
The accident was gruesome, with the driver barely scarred
But Lyla and her boyfriend were less fortunate than he
Johnny was in a coma, Lyla bleeding heavily
As they were rushed to the hospital and I received the news
I decided to call Ryan Adams, who was swimming in his booze
The call disturbed him greatly and he said he would come soon
Yet I saw no sign of the man that entire afternoon
The story goes, a neighbor said, sickly Ryan dusted off his paints
To muster one more masterpiece of his lover with the saints
At last they were together, in that lovely afterlife
Having waited for eternity to finally make her his wife
Love is here, then and now;
often hidden, and hard to define.
I have won, and lost, and how
i long again to win your heart for mine.
if i gave up everything i had,
and stand alone in a place forbidden;
still my life wouldn't be so bad;
if i can hold within a hope unbidden.
For you.
i hope and pray, and pine away;
remembering moments gone, and treasured still.
there is no place my heart can run and play,
except around the thought of you, until
With you
in the past, i only knew that you were by my side.
but looking forward, to face our life together,
i missed moments of "your" life; now, wondering if "then", you cried.
while my life was easy, the world light and airy as a feather.
when "we" were one, yet i was "me"
tears wonder now, my love, who were "you"
maybe, it's to late, for selfishness was my reality
but today, love, i want to say, anew:
"i was never a "me", never a "we", never could been, or be
never the man, so self assured and confident, so free
never the me that i once was, never so worthy, never so happy
never what i value, never who i loved, never, ever,
could see;
myself, without looking through both our eyes, or through our peers;
and though back then you didn't cry; there were seldom any tears.
now, i wonder, when i think of you, as my vision clears,
thinking back, to that moment in time, the lonely and dismal; cheers
i once looked at you (and told you so),
with love, and gratitude. i was overwhelmed by you.
laying next to me, in my bed and life, a moment quiet and slow.
i felt, deeper, higher, better, my spirit near heaven flew,
with love for you
i never can, never enough, or earnest and sincerely enow;
thank you enough, love you enough, to express my heart.
there is no human "how".
though i'll try again, and here's a start:
for what it's worth,
from "me"
you mean more, than the whole earth
and myself, in the past, that "he"
who didn't often enough look to the side,
and took for granted Gods gift.
if i had it to do over again, you'd have been my bride.
i love you,
loved you;
never again will i be,
as happy.
as when "i" was "we"