Long Ls Poems
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The Ls are all mixed in together. You love. You lose. And you learn. Like the stages of grief, they intertwine and flow together. But you will always go through them all. While you learn who your partner is and what they like you slowly fall in love. You find out that they love comics and anime. You don’t really like either of those things but you try, try because you want to be able to talk to them about something they enjoy so much. But you end up losing a little because they don’t do the same. However, that doesn’t matter, they’re happy and because you’re the one making them happy that’s okay. You find that you love how their eyes light up when they talk about their latest interest. The little things they don’t notice they do makes you fall in love. Or even the things they don’t have control over. Like the way they eat as without their teeth touching the fork or spoon. You love and you learn.
But then you stop learning. At least you stop learning and loving. You learn that their kisses just don't feel the same. You learn that the conversation isn’t as flowing as it once was. That comfortable quiet isn’t so comfortable. You learn how cold their touch feels compared to before. You learn how much it hurts when you go to kiss them goodbye and they turn their head the other way. You learn you’re slowly starting to lose them.
Now at first it hurts. It hurts so much you can’t even look at them. Then a few weeks go by and the hate really starts to set it. You picture them hurting the way you hurt. But it doesn’t make you feel any better. Then a few more weeks go by and the sight of them doesn’t make your heart hurt anymore. But you still kinda want to punch them in the face with a car. But then another month goes by and you realize you don’t remember the last time you thought about them. You realize that after months of thinking you were over them, you finally ARE over them. The thought of them doesn’t bring homicidal thoughts.
You see her with someone else and just wish he treats her the way you would have.
I wish them everything that we are never going to be. I hope he never stops learning.
Your love is lost
Your word descended from the pits of starvation
Emotionally, for a month I resided in your arms like an orphan
Stayed by your side
Rested under your feet
Nana instead of using my spine as a stepping stool
You walked all over me.
Your footprints left a burning mark on my skin, the least of my worries were,
Will you ever catch a grenade in a war for us?
I was hit by an atomic bomb when I stretched my arms reaching,
For a piece of paper to write
A century for the new age
Our time as one flesh being a mechanism to count the years life was found upon,
Nana the forever part in the text was dry
I blew the ink off the surface with all my breath
Just a little longer…, I would have died,
I would have died for what to you was only a page that I found on top of your desk,
Died for what to me was a book found in the middle of incredible happenings.
The ink was dry …
The font was final, I should have landed your hand
Hold it tight and slowly write Ls and Os’ .., Vs and E’s till the last page
Just the way they do it in grade R
Lost lover
My tears are no longer in the scope of being dry,
They have out lived the agony and colonized a pond in Ficksburg,
The fluid is rich with what will sustain an ecosystem
An ever Lange of melting Ice cubes
Filling up oceans, refusing to reflect but rather give in to the rays of the over Seeing Eye God has called the sun,
A tragedy of humankind but a step closer to cleansing the planet
They say for a virus to parish, the host must be put down
In simple terms
You no longer qualify to be called a lost lover
Our planet died a long time ago
You no longer host this love
The missing part of the story no longer exist
I have found you to be perfectly fit to stand with other stones
Pave a way for a new
Lost lover
The title has left its purpose for thee
I wish you can see what happens inside of me when thee wakes up every morning
There’s this sudden rush to end this poem
And get back to bed.
Nothing is found, except
it is hidden,
Nothing is hidden, except
it is a secret;
Nothing is a secret except
it is a treasure.
Beloved,
you are a secret treasure
hidden to be found.
Indeed,
you are a goddess of
beauty.
When l behold your eyes l
see love,
l see us in you.
When l weighed your
mind, l found courage,
when you smile my heart
smiles.
When you speak the
burdens of my heart are
lifted up.
In my dreams is you that l
see,
ln my nostrils is you that l
breath,
ln my heart is you that
braves me,
ln my visions is you that l
picture,
ls you that l capture.
When l first saw you,
l met a stranger.
As l talked with you,
l discovered a divine
embodiment with
character and charisma.
As l thought of you,
l discovered my friend.
As l came closer,
l discovered my missing
rib.
As l walked with you,
l found my wife.
When l gazed at your
beauty,
a spell of love gripped me.
I felt a sigh of relief in my
heart.
You have l loved and you
will l love.
Loving you means so
much to me,
beholding your
immaculate beauty
beautifies the glory of
our future.
My tears and fears is to
lose you.
I am perfected in your
love,
you are the tender spirit
of my heart,
the one that softens my
heart;
your love have stolen my
heart away.
I've never been so much
in love,
not until l met you.
Losing you means loss of
countless memories to
me,
ln loving you have l
understood the worth of
true and genuine love.
My soul bleed for the
moment of our union as
one.
I long for the moment
when we shall cleave
together as birds in the
sky,
singing the songs of love
together as one,
shearing in an everlasting
happiness.
Then shall l tell you how
much you mean to me,
how effective your spell
of love have gripped me.
We're not only humanly
designed for each other,
we're divinely designed
from each other.
My love for you is forever
Just a normal looking laid back guy
No caution heard no Hazard signs
i'm just passing by
Our eyes meet
In that instant my heart skips a beat
The world around escapes, leaving us this framed exchange
Two people drawn in close, yet estranged
The magnitude behind that stare
Time has marked a place right here
ls this mutual ? a spark so passionate
Pulling us like a magnet
The Sheer force, a path for lust
a closer look a hunter’s thirst
More than the everyday juncture
I bargain with seduction, for a promise to deliver
the beauty in those eyes, step into me from afar
Pulling me in closer, close enough to declare
Real pleasure and pain
I catch the quick Connection, next stop obsession
I will not betray, feeding the momentum
An overwhelming assault like intoxication
A closer look, the impetuous invitation
No words Spoken here, all lie in surrender
The thrill of his skin, hot against mine
Skin on skin as bodies intertwine
A thousand nerves rushing to points hidden
Here I can not keep up with the surge that has risen
Again it climbs to a great height
And falls away with spite, claiming repetition
tight holds and harder kisses commit us to sensation
open to melt and mold for pure possession
No more beginnings, no more ends
Desire demands and will not bend
It pushes my pulse and sets my thoughts on fire
I am no longer in control the flames aspire
One more time ……
I want to Scream … one more time
Keep this moment holding me sublime
Look into my eyes, one last time
With a hunger and strength to carry
desire calls me, provoking the extraordinary
As a call in the wild leading me astray
gone free with a shooting star’s reentry
Our eyes turn away and no longer see
I’m just passing by incidentally
Just a normal looking laid back guy
Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
Got a plop in my fizz
And a tiger in my tank
Impossible is nothing
(That’s why Titanic sank)
Got milk? Just do it.
Wash your troubles down the drain
Tastes so good
Cats ask for it by name
Eat fresh. I’m lovin’ it.
It’s finger-lickin’ good
If you won’t eat it
We all know Mikey would
Once you pop you can’t stop
Make the most of now
“Eat Mor Chikin”
(Written by a rebel cow)
Every bubble’s passed its fizzical
Let’s get quizzical
Nothin’ says lovin’
Like something from the oven
Snap! Crackle! Pop!
They’re Gr-r-r-reat!
Just like a good neighbor
In good hands with Allstate
Look, Ma, no cavities!
Think outside the bun
Save money. Live better.
Consider IT done
Melts in your mouth
Not in your hands
(Life’s what happens
While you’re making other plans)
American by birth.
Rebel by choice.
Hello Moto
His masters voice
Maybe she’s born with it
Have it your way
A diamond is forever
Every kiss begins with Kay
You've come a long way baby
Be all that you can be
A Little dab'll do ya
With L.S./M.F.T.
Own a piece of the rock
Where do you want to go today?
We make money
The old-fashioned way…
When you care enough
To send the very best
Oh, what a feeling!
Come be our guest!
Live in your world.
Play in ours.
Get N or get out
For the love of cars
You can’t top the copper top
Easy as Dell
He keeps going and going…
Go further with Shell
When there is no tomorrow
Bo knows best
Think small. Make believe.
Makes quitting suck less
Stronger than dirt
How do you spell relief?
Success. It’s a mind game.
Defying all belief
Challenge everything
Share moments. Share life.
Because you’re worth it
Save a life. Love your wife.
for George
"You always said you had little invisible friends,"
He wrote in a Christmas card one year, and Yes,
funny he would remember that. I called them Shovel,
Hoe, and BicaBacaBoca, all of indeterminate gender,
like Arial in "A Midsummer Night's Dream," beautiful
like that, and mysterious. Like the Bard, I now
consign them to the page. Reborn again.
My Navy hero, he sent us letters in brown V-
Mail folders, wartime paper and postage efficient,
and in one for our pianist stepmom, the lyrics
and music to "Lili Marlene." As for pin-ups,
he never owned up to Betty Grable's fabled legs,
her teasing over-the-shoulder glance, aimed toward
GI's everywhere, though there was the obligatory
tattoo he could never erase after sailor days, bluing
like Popeye's down the inside of his right arm.
Pacific time brought reward, some misfortune:
a bout with tuberculosis in Bizarte, Tunisia:
a year of recovery in a Naval hospital at home,
painting by the numbers, waiting out the time.
But, there was a hero's commendation from his
commanding officer for "aid in evacuation
of the wounded, and bringing the vessel into
port after torpedoing."
The ship, LST-3, earned two battle stars
for World War II service. Decommissioned
and struck from the Naval Register, it was sold
for scrapping, 10 September, 1947 - the year
I graduated from high school.
He was not sold for scrap metal, nor sustained
any. He came home to his sweetheart, and his kid
sister -- you know the one. That's her in a middle
row of the Ritz movie house, the one crying
while "Anchors Aweigh" plays after the War Bonds
trailer to the image of a warship, plunging
valiantly on a faraway sea
The smell of wood smoke drifts through
The air with no presence of mind to settle anywhere
Except on the clothes of old men who struggle to
Open tin cans with the anticipation of a child with
An unopened gift.
Cardboard schemes and wooden things create
Shelter for the menagerie of characters who dwell within
Their sanctuaries of loneliness and pipe dreams...some
Have made little windows to view a world that is slightly
Askew to their likening.
Around a fire grumblers grumble, jokers joke about
Their predicaments of life and sing songs of Camelot
Where no knights slay dragons, no same ls in distress
To be rescued by this tortilla flat would be heroes...
A sense of normalcy exists here.
We count our blessings like we count our coins.
We count on our friends and we count on no one
To bring a shovel and dig us out of the sludge
Of life that we live beside this river in makeshift
Castles of trash.
Sundown and you smell pots of what's not cooking
And the nervous chatter of women holding Steinbeck
Children whose eyes long for wishes and dreams
That only reach out as far as they can see...I weep
For their innocence.
Darkness comes and the drunks are drunker...me,
Myself and I chase the dragon once more to escape
This reality of camp life whose existence is a foreboding
For society to take heed...don't they know they are one
Paycheck away from being me?
The smell of sleep surrounds the camp, some
Dreaming, some not, but all aware of tomorrow and
Thee morning's smokey haze of disillusionment and
Paranoia of leaving this secret seclusion...actors
Without a stage.
(The real Waddie Peacock, described only as “an old L.S. cowpuncher,” had the
distinction of being the first person buried in Logan, New Mexico’s first cemetery
in 1910.)
It seems a man rides restless when he’s alone on the rim—
No one to rein him in a bit, no one to bury him.
So Waddie Peacock sat astride his horse reassessin’—
Dreamin’ past those frozen plains, tryin’ to count each blessin’.
He’d been an ol’ L.S. cowpuncher since hard scrabble youth,
But with the years and creakin’ bowlegs, he now sought the truth.
He didn’t go out ridin’ much on that December trail—
He holed-up in an ol’ line shack till wit and nerve did fail.
But here he was on New Year’s Eve watchin’ those lone star skies,
Knowin’ that each man’s life is short, before he ups and dies.
Come fall he’ll head his hoss out to Logan, New Mexico—
Say goodbye to the L.S. boys and then he’ll have to go.
Some say there’s silver down Logan way - he’ll pack up his gun—
A brand new town and way of life – a brand new risin’ sun.
But now ol’ Waddie Peacock waits the start of this New Year.
He pats his faithful horse and knows with life there is no fear.
Somewhere a cowboy clangs a bell and shoots into the air—
The New Year comes like all the rest – ol’ Waddie just sits there.
Somehow he feels this year’s his last, and that he’ll be called home—
And Logan’s where he’ll soon now rest beneath the land and stone.
How was you feeling what was going through in your mind
Stepping onto that porch seeing those stars did you think what a beautiful night
I don't pretend to know what you felt that time
To scared to walk away yea I know life ls hard sometimes
An I don't pretend to know as you sat on that swing, did you feel alone incapable to feel a thing
And as that shot went off the whole world knew,As I sat there in my living room
I began to cry because of what this disease had put you thru.
No one really knows no one can understand till the step in the lives who suffer and just hold their hand,
It's a disease that can cripple even the strongest man, it can creep in take a hold
It can burry you
I face it every day yes I've walked in your shoes
If someone reached out and you reached within, would you have stayed inside went to bed just to see the sunrise again.
People judge us you don't need those pills nothing is wrong with you depression it's not real.
Taken your own life and not really knowing why. I've been their more than a few times GOD only knows how I survived
Your no longer with us but your life lives on with the songs you sang.
You battled your own live in the public eye
Being honest with yourself an those who you called fans.
A voice A message now a angel with 10,000 wings. you inspired me to write about this crippling disease