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I try to tell you what an amazing man I think you are
The best I’ve ever had in my life by far
I do what I can to show
Though sometimes I know
You don’t always think it’s true
Since that every first day I spent with you
Something deep within me just knew
And for you there’s nothing I wouldn’t do
I do what I can to make you smile
You make me feel better than I have in a while
When I’m with you
My skies aren’t anything but blue
In my little world the sun always shines bright
You have become both my day and night
When you’re not around you’re all I can think about
And when we go out
I always have the best time
Can’t believe I’m lucky enough to call you mine
But with you I’m sure everything happens for a reason
And when you walked into my life this season
Everything has begun to change for the better
Even find myself hiding you a love letter
Being with you kind of makes me feel like a kid again
All these feelings I never want to end
I want what we have to last forever
Never wanting the bond, we share to sever
Cuz I really think you and me
Were brought together cuz we are meant to be
This isn’t the first time I’ve thought I was in love
But I’ve been given signs from above
Maybe not my first, but I want you to be my last
Ready and willing to leave everything else in the past
Cuz from her on out
There’s no shadow of a doubt
I want you and only you
Just hope you see that in all the things I say and do
Whenever you’re away
On you is where my mind goes to stay
Reading messages, going thru pictures, thinking about your arms around me
After all that is by far my favorite place to be
All these things I just can’t deny
From you no things I hide, no reason to lie
You are more than just my boyfriend
Baby you are my lover and my best friend
And all this I mean with every beat of my heart
Finally feel as if I can get a fresh start
And I couldn’t be luckier to have that start with you
What an amazing start of something new
Hope you know these words of mine are true
Baby what I’m trying to say is…I Love You
Once I thought that two-year olds’
were the luckiest in the land
To not know that ahead of them
their future would demand
But realized I had had that chance
and still my future come
That maybe just the two-year olds
weren’t quite as lucky as some
Now then, I thought, the elderly
are luckier still than I
To reminisce about their past
as in their beds they lie
And yet to be a part of it,
not simply thinking back
Would probably be preferable
to never doing jack
And so, thought I, just where I am,
simply at eighteen
Not at the start, nor at the end
merely in between
Must be the spot, the pinnacle
of life on which to stand
So that, you see, I’ll truly be
the luckiest in the land
Perhaps it's my theory; or is it my unwritten hypothesis? It's not a proven fact, but just a personal observation.
There are some people who geniunely need other people. At least in their minds, they cannot live without other people.
And I must say that I'm not speaking of co-dependency. There are people who geniunely do not need other people.
At least in their mind, their lives are better without other people. And I must say that I'm not speaking of anti-social behaviors.
There are lyrics in a popular song that seem to address this topic: "People who need people are the luckiest people in the world".
For the longest time, I did not understand the meaning of the song. It's nothing that I really talked much about, but I think I really get it now.
I once had an overseer and friend whom I considered to be a 'social animal'. In other words, It seems he had an addiction for people beyond normality.
I'm not sure if he felt pulled to them for their better well being, or wealther there were wounds in his own soul that required unusual social connections.
Anyway, perhaps the song is right; people who need people are luckier. Some are less social, but human nature seems to compel us towards each other.
12072017 PS Contest, People. 4P
When I was a kid, my granny adopted an orphan girl;
I felt insecure upon knowing she would snatch her attention
One time I told that lady to step out of our house
I didn't know that granny heard what I said
She hugged me saying, "You should not treat her like that,
you are luckier and more pampered than her,
if we will not love her, who else would?
Besides, homeless like her deserves
to be taken care of "
I felt contentment after hearing those words,
But one day, as I talked to that lady
I found out that she was receiving more money
than what granny used to give me for school allowance
Asked granny about it and again hugged me, " You are luckier than her".
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3 May 2021
For "Footprints" Old or New for a Prize Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
3rd place
Put upon a pedestal thin as a razor blade
where you must balance precariously
for the higher it’s raised the longer the fall
It’s simpler to say and do nothing at all
It’s far too risky to care
to put yourself out there
You slipped once before
perhaps you were pushed
It left a nasty scar
which is quite a coincidence
You’ve never been the same since
as when a child’s innocence
has been stolen away
Wisdom is won by such wounds
but much can be lost too
We are all simply people who
eat, drink, piss, sh*t and screw
until we come to our inevitable end
A few are fortunate and do it
in penthouses, mansions
fancy flats in exclusive sections of cities
sleeping on satin sheets
while some must settle for a single room
a shack or the streets
At least in one respect they’re luckier than you
The world doesn’t give a damn what they do
Luck of the stare of sugar, luck of the share of shade
Seemly, a heat in the sin, we will know
Suppose and or fail, a shared water in my jade
Suck if a written smile, ever has a smile we should ask if it can sew?
Sated, the smell of better treatise, irate
Point made, liberty, and we save the tenderness of the night
Ink, spoils, shrewdness, and if a reason has a person
Simplify a kindly means, pretty has a moment alone of fright
Shallow to know you, a creed of decision
And the swallow of something, this way something comes
Happy to meant you, hairy to lent intuition
Seduce me with your eyes, an integrity of a sunny bloom...
Wow, a color of desperation without a friend...
Stir the urge, stare at the worth
Another patience in the shade, silence, a have of amends
Let's bare with me, ambivalence, a deed and a heed is ours certain?
Ding!
And the fight begins, in this corner a master of sweat
And in the other, a preaching muscle with no charge or swing
Salty old dog, in the more of a bruising to end all but the instinct of lead
Godling!
Paradise has seen us, a treasure of misery to come
Lips of steel, a chance with imaginations heel, a precise thing
To notice a shine incomplete, ready to live for any who would a bomb?
Wings!
Hallowed be thy name, let thy kingdom come...
Spit and wax, spite and wane; a poison letter with a reach, mystique
Care for me, suddenness, sullen words in the now to shame me; luckier women?
Long was the run to live
On a May day;
Running in the corners of the living world.
A Female antelope,
Led it's way to a stream nearby
To wet it's broken feet to safety.
Just now had a fight with the mighty.
Running to a safe sojourn.
Grass so red returned with in vain.
Unable to see the future of life.
There ends all nightmares to a ground.
Today is luckier in having been saved,
Not like her mates just caught by the mightiest.
Speeding with elbow wind there came a trap,
Made by human's unknown.
To lead its way to a sanctuary.
To be named, to be tamed and to be cared.
Innocent children who turn wise with pets.
Vets who save the wounded legs
Never was the day without amusement.
Of few hundreds of crowd.
At the sight of the beautiful creature.
To live longer, to eat more fresh grass.
Man becomes God to save her.
To live like a clay.
Which man can resist
the charm of the prittiest lady?
The magical moments
spark romance and make one
feel luckier than a king
and love that woman madly;
which man isn't weak
when a lovely woman speaks softly?
Her charming looks
made me fall in love intensely,
her sweet smile changed me completely;
I still adore all she says
to me like no other can...
all my swetheart wants is a faithful man!
Which man can refuse her longing,
her invitation and miss
intense nights of loving...
when time seems eternal
in the caress of warm winds
that delights us and our happy hearts?
Her gentleness of woman
can soften even the hardest heart,
her passion is the hottest fire
that burns and can't be put out;
give her everything you can,
time can't return where it began!
A Poet’s Thoughts
I am luckier than most
I have a special place to write
A small room
No larger than a bathroom
It is neither a palace nor a ghetto
It is just a place where I can be alone with my thoughts
I know it has been used by artists before
An old pinewood table bears the name Picasso
Etched into the top so deep and so many years ago
Canvases and papers cover the walls
Unfinished pieces from a dozen generations of creativity
I wonder why they were never finished
It is a thought I could never answer
I know the words come to me
My pen scribes them to sheets of yellowing paper
They may never sell
No one may ever have the chance to read them
I may never include them in a book
But they are my words, my thoughts and my yellowing paper
No one can ever take that away from me
It is just me alone in my room and that is how I want it
I should think I do not need to dream anymore
For all my boyish dreaming has borne nothing,
I cannot carry out my motivating visions, so
I should quit having those fruitless hallucinations.
Once I dreamed that I would be a barrister
Someday after my troubled academic progress,
But I’m aging and still fighting flaws of character
That prevent my being anyone of note in this life.
Maybe I should live each godsend day as it comes
And peacefully forsake the folly of dreams that pay little,
To live like one without any definite dreams or terms
Till perhaps I get chocked by some delicious stuff someday.
I strictly will not dream of being anything in future
For I simply want to do cheap things that make me happy,
I forever want to be young and I just do not want to mature,
So that I can savor the thrills that entertain a juvenile heart.
Let the luckier breed continue to dream of a big brighter future,
I’ll only write sad poems and savor every passing moment’s pleasure.