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I met him on a cruise ship
he was not what I expected
or was looking for
or wanted
until I got to know him
we talked from ten-thirty at night
until four-thirty in the morning
his answers were unexpected
it is as if he had opened my brain
and took out my own ideas
this cannot be real, I told myself
I slept a few hours that day
Thinking I had dreamed him.
He was in the dining hall that night
assigned to our table again.
He later told me that he had
bribed someone to put him there.
I was shocked; he was real.
my prince charming.
and I met him on the love boat.
We discovered that we both live in Manhattan
only a few blocks apart.
It was kismet.
When it comes to being anxious I know I'm not alone.
Heart beat speed increases, as time starts to slow.
Sweat collects on your forehead, then drips off the nose.
Palms are slippery when wet, while regret rapidly grows.
This particular moment significantly altered my life,
my reality met fantasy the first time I got high.
Dinner's at five, the weed bloodshot my eyes,
my parents heard every excuse I've ran out of lies.
"Why the hell are you late!" my dad immediately screamed.
"I fell off my bike and scraped half my knee".
"You are completely red and you smell just like weed."
"I just went swimming at my friends, the pool had to much chlorine"
At this point m heart stopped I could barely even breathe.
Unable to escape my mistake I was grounded from a week.
HAVE YOU MET LOVE, DO YOU KNOW HIM?
HOW DOES HE LOOK, IS LOVE HANDSOME?
DOES NOT LOVE LOOK LIKE A VIRUS, GROWING IN HUMANS, TODAY ON THIS ONE, TOMORROW ON THOSE TWO?
TO SOME LOVE IS LIKE A SUNSHINE, RISES UP EVERY MORNING NEXT TO THEM ON THEIR BEDS.
TO SOME, LOVE DOES NOT EXIST, TO SOME HE LIVES IN PEOPLES' HEARTS.
HAVE YOU MET LOVE?
I HEAR HE WAS LOST FROM A YOUNGER AGE, WHILE HE WAS PLAYING SOMEONE PUSHED HIM AND FELL THROUGH A HOLE FROM HEAVENS.
DOES HE HAVE PARENTS?
OR IS HE AN ORPHAN?
HAVE YOU MET LOVE?
HAVE YOU HELD HIM BY THE NECK AND STARRED IN HIS EYES?
SOME HAD DIED BECAUSE OF HIM.
AND 'BY THIS WE HAVE COME TO KNOW LOVE'.
THAT HE GO AROUND CAMPING IN PEOPLES' HEARTS, ON THIS FOR A YEAR, THAT ONE A FEW MONTHS, TO SOME FOR A NIGHT, YET TO SOME FOR A LIFETIME.
CAN LOVE DIE?
IS HE A MURDERER OR,
IS LOVE ALSO A LOVER?
IN CASE WE NEVER MET OR MET AND NEVER KNEW, THIS POEM IS WRITTEN FOR YOU.
YOUR ARE MY BEAUTIFUL, REALISTIC, BUT SLIM POSSIBILITY
A STRANGER PLACED SOMEWHER IN THE WORLD, WHERE I CAN ONLY IMAGINE THE FEATURES OF YOUR FACE, THE TEXTURE OF YOUR HAIR, AND THE COMPLEXION OF YOUR SKIN-
A BEAUTIFUL PERSON I IMAGINE ON THE OUTSIDE AS WELL AS WITHIN
YOU ARE A JOY I MAY NEVER HAVE, A LOVE I MAY NEVER KNOW, I CAN ONLY IMAGINE THE PLACES TOGETHER WE MAY NEVER GO
I SOMETIMES WONDER, ARE YOUR THOUGHTS LIKE MINE-
COULD YOU BE THINKING THE SAME THINGS I'M THINKING LIKE WHERE AM I
YOUR ARE MY "SUPPOSED TO" BUT MAY NEVER BE
WHERE MY FOOTSTEPS MAY NEVER LEAD
YOU ARE MY BEATIFUL, REALISTIC, BUT SLIM POSSIBILITY
I hear you in the music that once was
noted with affection, like a flower linger
that once was;
Close to my remote that song clung to destiny
fate and other things, half strewn
along the way;
Come what may
I will always remember
the song that was playing
the day you danced me in
I hear you in the sound of the waves,
as they crash against the shore and are no more
close to my heart you will always be, my love
fortune played its role, sadness took its tole
but despite the distance,
I will always remember the song they were playing
the day I met you,
the day you danced me in.
Vienna Bombardieri aka Mystic Rose
March 18, 2019
You turned my whole world upside down
When we met in a bar in my home town
I’m full of smiles, I don’t get down
Since I met you
Did destiny bring you my way
I’m feeling full of joy today
Fear forsaken, my world's not dull and grey
Since I met you
I’m breathless like I’ve run a race
My emotions are all over the place
I cannot wipe the smile off my face
Since I met you
My heart is no longer full of strife
You proposed, now I’m to be your wife
I’m having the best time of my life
Since I met you
Inspired by Rhythm and Rhyme Contest
It now doesn't fit the amended contest requirements
4/30/18
Suns fading across this sky while the clouds weep to noone passin by,
And still I think of the days we made out of dignity, grace, and pain,
and it never seems to speak the same.
So tell me why the tears don't come easy even when the heart is ripped apart,
Yeah, its hard workin' in the end of days of a romance and love gone dry,
But the blood remains on the hand and in the eyes, cuz who else knows we're buyin
empty time.
Tired of the walled-in cities cuz the tragedy echoes closer an the sins don't care who they kill,
And you in your diamond mansions with ivory and marble splendor throwin' your arrows,
Aimin' for the depths of my spirit, but u ain't good enough to burn these memories,
So do we wait for the flames or the war outside these walls to destroy us from within,
But i couldn't find the freedom of the skies from your tantelizing grip, so i learned to burn,
In the wild abandoned throes of what we thought we knew was real, but I played
the hand too hard, and I couldnt keep the demon quenched in the shadows and
before I knew it, I found myself fallin' from heavens throne to the wastelands I once
roamed.
Now im high on the hills of the north country, lookin' out from the mists of of a new morn,
And the birds singin' a new song as only he can cuz he already knows about the outside world.
Yeah babe, its been a long time rolling, but the tears of yesteryear are all the more
sweeter for the lesson learned for tomorrow.
well, I saw you some time ago on the edge town, where only the mystics go
speakin in a voice so soft and low that I could'nt run an I didn't try,
but my name wasn't in it, and on your arm was paul bunyan of the suburbanites
and a new life glowin from the sidelines had claimed you for its own,
but the ancient gaze you gave spoke all too clear, an my soul was too pained to cry,
but my walk and my heart are strong, so maybe we'll meet again
on the borderline of the city of lights where we first felt the angst and sweat of new
life and love alive and thrivin, where nothin ever really dies but sleeps.
Tell me mama, do you sleep?
Yeah.........I know.....
Neither do I.
©
Form:
If I hadn't met your gaze in that void of youth, when I mistook impulse for absolute truth,
When I believed carelessness was courage and threw words to the wind, not knowing they would wound deeply and painfully.
Perhaps my words would have died unspoken, they wouldn't have deserved your silence full of meaning and pain,
Now, when clarity comes accompanied by regret, I see you in absence, in the silence where you should have always been.
Each moment of silence bears your name, like a whisper of wind through the leaves of late autumn,
Each moment I failed to truly see you now stands vivid before my empty eyes.
You waited patiently, you stayed when others would have left, and I broke things I didn't understand,
You offered me trust, while I gave you only confusion, you were the calm, I was the devastating storm.
Time doesn't offer a second chance, it closes doors without warning, leaving behind only the echo of regrets,
And I, who see so clearly now, have no right to knock on the door of the past, to ask forgiveness for my mistakes.
You were right to leave, to feel all that I learned too late, when the wounds were already too deep,
If I hadn't met your eyes then, when I was still a stranger to myself, lost among the rocks.
Now, in the mirror of time, I see clearly how much I've lost, how blind I was to your beauty,
Each memory is an unwept tear, each thought of you is a sad melody sung by my heart.
In the silence of the night, your name is a painful echo, a reminder of all I had and foolishly lost,
And I, a poet of regret, write verses for you, hoping that somewhere, somehow, our love still lives.
(Revised with new homophone added in. Thanks for the catch, Becca!)
*Wants upon **uh thyme inn uh would, uh vary gneiss prints named Hairy
met inn the missed, hi awn the bow of uh tree- uh ferry named Tarry.
The ferry felt lo, fore he was week, and he was inn knead of sum meet.
He bald, “Whoa is me. Eye cant even stand hear awn my own too feat!
My pour hart is braking, and I’m inn pane. The last thyme that eye eight
was daze ago. Ewe sea, I’m inn uh hays and due naught feel sow grate.
Eye parish and long fore whine and ham. Even bettor wood bee lam!
Butt eye wood settle four uh peace of bred with sum suite bury jam!”
Prints Hairy new he had sum mince, sum Tick Tax that **whir inn the pear
of gnu read genes he war. He took them out and waived them inn the heir.
*“Lickerish to, eye halve write hear!” Prints Hairy tolled the ferry.
“Its naught much, butt pleas dew eat. Later awn, wheel dyne and make marry.”
Prints Hairy placed the ferry Tarry aun his pail ***wight hoarse.
Then aweigh the roil with the ferry hastened aun his homeward coarse.
Awl day long they road and road. ***Wen the ferry started to grown.
Suddenly, from the hoarse, both the man and ferry whir throne.
Hungrily they paste beneath the setting son and threw the knight.
They pressed awn until mourning. Hairy’s residents came inn cite!
Prints Hairy’s wife had supper ready, and she’d maid uh pi.
From udder happiness, the ferry thought that he mite dye!
She *heeded up they’re food four them. They both had groan sew pail!
She listened as the ferry Tarry tolled his tragic tail . . .
of how heed lost his weigh and, four food, had knot won crumb
until her deer spouse rescued hymn. At last, his prints had come!
Written April 10, 2015, using homophones from various lists.
Note: I did not use letters, for example, U for “you” ; they were not on the lists I found.
Neither was “hee” which I was going to use for “he.”
The main list used was The HOMOPHONES LIST of John F Troutman and Joy A Miller
* these are a few more homophones I found on Wikipedia’s list.
** these homophones appear on Homophones.com, perhaps the most comprehensive one.
*** These homophones, perhaps antiquated, are from Suber & Thorpe British English
Met by chance a coincidence
Met by chance a sudden whim by the side of a window isle , speedy montage , a train track
Never to fancy about a becoming, monsieur
Before then too t'was a maiden, a shrew, enjambment and a refrain, clerihew!
A gorgeously red wedding chant, a royal vow, know-how
pomegranate a hue, a blushing knew!
Today, the silky hue was a blackened clue, inconclusive
a garment and arose an eve, and a grievance whence Eden sank in grief!
Fancied about a wall, non , none, never, to belong
a myrtle a suntanned thistle thal home bound, a letter poem, enclosed envelope!
From hothat dekha an early composition
Hothat Dekha | | Voice : Rajib Mahata