Long Loves Poems
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Your love taints my body and runs thick through my skin
Sometimes your love hurts like growing pains that bloom into rose kisses in the end
A pain that hurts good like a delightful plate of sin
Your love comes in many different colors, designs, and scales for everyday of the week
I remember the first time we touched, reason being I was weak
I wanted to feel a new pain something loud but at the same time discrete
People judged our love asking what happens if the feeling isn’t the same when your seventy
Well at least I can say I experienced love lips ever so gently on me
Permanently wonderful every time they see you they see me
We get compliments pertaining to forever
I want your love all over me
A love story where the writer spilled the ink
Ink representing love replacing my blood
I can feel you penetrating my skin to get to my heart
And I let your love cover me forever without even stopping to think
p.s. your love was my favorite tattoo…
more than a lover
sumthang like a goddess
got me crawling on my knees
like I'm roamin thru the dessert
the heat don't bother me
cause the companies best
more than a lover
she's a goddess
feet don't fail me
when she call's my name
gotta be right on time
do what she say
do what she say
friends say
" you're ah henpeck brother"
trick don't love you anyway
she don't love you anyway
bu how do they know
see I, lovez this woman
how ya'll know, see she lovez her man
betcha didn't know
cause I din't tell ya
now you know cause I told ya
that my baby
and she all right with me
heard what I said
that's my lady
and she's all right with me
dude said I wassa bamma
I could've snatched his camera
tossed to the floor and walked away
but all the peoples love me
cause I gotta woman
They lovez me cause I her man
that's my woman
I say, that's my woman
here to let you know
I her man!
yes I am
I her man!
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do you......frenchie do you.
I do! I do! yes I do!
I loves you.
those peoples aint nothing to me
I loves you
really I do.
cause you my e'er thang
love
love
love
love!
Not gold or gem, but knowledge true,
A hidden spark, just waiting for you.
Through dusty pages, paths we pave,
Each step is a question, wisdom we crave.
Like buds unfurling, we take flight,
Learning's sun, a wondrous light.
Thoughts take shape, like sculptor's art,
Ignorance left, lost to the heart.
Old tales whisper wisdom sings,
Of heroes brave, and hidden things.
A torch against the darkest night,
Learning's flame, where dreams take flight.
Forget the sweets that melt away,
Learning's feast, a bounty to stay.
With wisdom's eye, we find our way,
Dreams take root, where purpose plays.
A wealth within, no fire can touch,
No thief can steal, it loves us much.
In every book, a treasure lies,
Each page is a path, to open skies.
So raise a smile, to learning's call,
Drink deep it well, and stand up tall.
In knowledge's arms, our spirits rise,
A love that blooms, beneath wise skies.
Most people who meet her, consider her charming
But she has ghoulish traits, they’d find quite alarming
With her gleaming blonde tresses and sparkling blue eyes
Her cherubic features are just a disguise
For although she emits a celestial aura,
Angelic pastimes, quite simply, abhor her
Where other girls play with their ‘Barbie’ dolls
She has mystic wars with her hideous Trolls
Her peers, read Enid Blyton in Bed
She takes Stephen King, with his tales of the dead
And, when it comes to the movies she’s seen
A Nightmare on Elm Street, Hallow’een,
Poltergiest, Psycho, The Thing, The Blob too
These are just to name but a few
There’s nothing she likes more than a good ‘chiller’
With ghosts, ghouls and monsters, or psychotic killers
She watches the Grand Prix, to watch the cars crash
She loves to see the players fouled at a soccer match,
Ice skaters, she wills to fall flat on their faces
And athletes, when running, to trip on their laces
Yet, despite her having such a sick and perverse mind
She’s loving and caring, gentle, sensitive, kind
Unselfish and thoughtful, advanced for her ten years
Who on watching Disney films, has been known to shed a tear
Although she won’t admit to it, it’s only herself, she fools
And I wouldn’t change one inch of her, my ‘angelic’ little ghoul.
© Janette Fisher – April 1995
This poem was written 15 years ago when my youngest was 10 - she hasn't changed a bit!!!!
Coward how does that word feel? Go ahead and try it on, wear it around for awhile and let it cast you in the light as the star
Go ahead and accept that reward, the one that you fought so hard for, the one that you cheated and betrayed to get because you don’t need me anymore
See you have no self-esteem, you’re not even a man, how can you look at yourself in the mirror? How do you live with the pain and stand?
You’re egotistical, that is what you are, you think that everyone loves you and you proudly wear those scars
The ones that are fake, that you use as a disguise, just to lure people in so that you can tell all your lies
See you’re a coward, one that has to creep in the night, because you’re not man enough to step out into the daylight, let alone try to make things right
You can’t just let go, you have to have your safety net in place, something to fall back on when everything blows up in your face
See I know all about you, I have seen the coward within, the one who cried to me because he couldn’t be with me ever again
Yes, I know that was all a load of lies that you just concocted for me, you were so happy that we were over all that you felt was relief
And you thought that no one would ever know the sordid secret that we share, well that just shows the coward that you are, because deep down inside you’re scared
Scared of losing everything, that supposedly matters to you, it didn’t seem to matter back then when you were telling me I Love You
So, I know that I am better off, I don’t need someone like you in my life, I am a strong person and I want to do what is right
So, go be the coward that you are and run away with your tail between your legs and hang your head down low, don’t worry your secrets not out, at least not yet, that is for another show.
Meet the happy couple
That's Hilda all in white
Barney's there beside her
Loves her with all his might
They're an interracial couple
No problem nowadays
Frowned on not too long ago
But today it's a-okay
Met at the local horse saloon
Frequented by the equine crowd
She was a pretty show horse
He was boisterous and loud
Pretty soon, she tamed him
Settled him down just fine
Any filly would be proud to say
That stud over there is mine
Soon, a couple of months go by
Hilda's expecting a son
The happy couple race around
High hoof-ing everyone
Had a colt, called him Clyde
So proud of their little guy
Running through peaceful pastures
Then off to the clouds, they fly
You can see this happy trio at night
When you view the evening sky
The three stars south of Orion
Are Barney, Hilda and Clyde
"Absence makes the love grow"
Absence grows love?
grows love??
Okay but what is what is absence?
Fair enough
But surely, if
In love will grow
Does that mean that
The lover loves the lovee more when the lovee is not in e
eyeshot
and earshot
and noseshot
and mouthshot
and even tongueshot?
Surely not but hmmm
...then what?
Perhaps the statement's truth lies in the fact that
Pain brought about by wanting to
be even a foot closer to her
hear her gentle chuckle
be....there
Seems sweeter than the pain of her being in my life
Clearly making me sadistic but I know that this "sad" will
not "stic" around forever
Like a donkey being led on with a apple as time goes by ,
Your
desperate
desperate
desire to indulge in it's sweetness only seems to grow
However I desire not only the sweetness of the apple , I too don't mind experiencing the
Bitterness
Hardness
Sourness
I REALLY DONT CARE.
I JUST NEED MY APPLE.
So perhaps I should allow to do its thing
Guess my mind will continue to ironically...spiral mindlessly
Guess my fingers will have to wait for the day I see them to get shake uncontrollably
Guess my arms will continue to not be 'arm'ed with her warm embrace
Guess my smile will have to wait to conquer my face , even when her presence ismiles away
Guess my lips will remain dry, not being moistened by hers
And that's okay.
Because the of marks the end of the in my heart.
But theres only one way to find out,
Right?
Often we know what we want
but then again God knows better
His ways to us don't figure out
but we should learn from His letter
When God chastens us in His love
it's for our good He brings correction
learn to trust in the Lord your God
for you were always His selection
This is the story of God's love
never forget no matter His plans
God always, always wants the best
for you are tight in God's clan
God is your heavenly father
who does everything in love
always having that in His view
to have a relationship like a glove
God's children are His own possession
for the Lord counts them as His delight
nothing can take away the love of God
it lifts you up into your heavenly flight
(My son, do not despise the Lord's discipline
or be weary of his reproof,
for the Lord reproves him whom he loves,
as a father the son in whom he delights.)
Proverbs 3: 11,12 (ESV)
It’s dark, cold and still, the mist has fallen,
She lays beside you out of sight,
Plundering your heart from all that you are,
Just like a thief in the night,
And she takes all your moments, hides them away,
She pilfers and robs and steals,
And masks your sweet tender away in her mind,
So later she knows that she feels,
All of your love, all of your warmth,
All of your life with a care,
And she can kiss you alone, alone in her mind,
She kisses when you’re not aware,
Because she’s the thief in the night, she picks and escapes,
She loves in the cold black of dark,
She searches and steals every tender of you,
Because you’ve stolen her heart.
With heart divided between old and new
both loves so dear and warm and true;
'Cross continents covered with morning dew,
so fleet I ran to be with you.
Cloth marked, banner blazoned, dearly tried;
on I ran to be by your side.
Storm gathered, tide washed, a dear heart so true,
still on ran I, till I found you.
To your widespread arms and warm auburn eyes,
your red full lips and limb filled sighs;
Onward I wandered thus dreaming of you,
to touch your hand and kiss your eyes,
Her blason banner so stiff, bright and new,
hung on my right for all to view.
You saw her colors favor by my side.
Your tears welled, coals banked, heart torn pride.
You held a silken scarf in your wee hand,
turquoise token, woven with golden strand.
Your gaze so crestfallen slowly wavers,
Yet, reaching forth I accept your favor.
Placing your keepsake upon my left side,
to be my shield, to be my guide;
silken, soft symbol of my hearts delight,
to the battle I march on that dark night.
And, as the clash of weapons loud,
Immersed the days dawn in horrific sounds,
Of mortal pain, and death's story;
So fervent fought I to return to two.
Blessed by M'Ladies' Glory.