Long Naive Poems
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You told me that you loved me
You’d never let me slip away
That our love was true and forever
We’d get married one fine day
Making love for hours on a bed of silk and lace
I should have been more wary
It was never round at your place
Looking back this sounds so contrary
I gave myself to you I gave you my trust
To me you were perfect; you were ‘the one’
But you weren’t in love with me it was only lust
I was just so naive, now sadly you have gone
I sit alone and reminisce of our first kiss
Dreaming of your bedroom eyes
Our lips came together, oh what bliss
I should have known it was all just lies
I’m ready to move on with my life
I hope a new love comes my way
Put behind me my hurt and strife
Tomorrow will be a better day
Jan Allison
17th September 2014
Ever touched a cactus?
When your grandma said, don't touch it
And your curious heart just couldn't listen
Then, your lil rosy hands set their fingers
On that green plant,
For a second, nothing happened
And your racing heart relaxed
But then it skipped a beat
And you realise how itchy it is
And you scream coz your palm is burning
And even after applying all the home-made pastes
The pain doesn't go away
And you cry and blame your heart for
Stepping into everything without thinking
Just to satisfy the need of giving you tachycardia
Same is with love
The heart plays violin without asking
And it all smells lavender
The dahlias are growing around
And you start craving for that vanilla relationship
That one second when nothing happened is like
Those days when you write letters
And feel that this is it
But oh you, naive you
Your eyes fail to see
Your ears fail to hear
Your mind fails to sense
That it was all an illusion and that you should've listened to your gut that said "Don't touch it"
" Don't touch this plant, you will get hurt"
Now your hair are a mess and eyes swollen
Tears have dried but heart still broken
"Maybe, maybe, if, I would have, I could have
But I didn't " that's all you can think
Advices and sympathy are like that paste, healing but that suffering just doesn't go away.
Shakespeare and Elizabeth
They all lied
Love is no paradise
If anything it is, it feels like hell
Swimming in the lake of fire
Feeling cold and dead
You wouldn't take it all back, if offered
Because your heart of gold
Has fallen in love
That’s all I wanna ask through whatever I am writing today
Is this love? Is this what they call angelic, magical, noble and pure?
I wish to lose myself in that delicate and gentle light,
in a fragile morning that dissolves into nothingness,
to be pure madness and silent peace like a dream,
completely forgotten, impossible yet desired.
I wish to collapse into the grass untouched by steps,
with eyes fixed on the infinite and insatiable sky,
to immerse myself in the scents of summer flowers,
and to love endlessly all that is alive and vibrant.
I wish to see the ripple and flow of the blue river,
among the curly bushes embracing the banks,
to absorb with my skin the warm glow of the sun,
and to jump into the water like in childhood, without a care.
I wish a naive and sweet melody to fill my soul,
to inhale the air like ripe, juicy fruits,
so my soul may fly wild, without reason,
and my heart may race, dizzy with freedom.
I wish to meet what I have lost,
even for a moment to dive into that distant past...
But for all that has passed, the price has been paid,
and now remains only the reward of a secret farewell.
So young myself, I was naive'
Without a doubt, I did believe
the babe, then latched, inside my womb
would cling to me eternally
Latched on, was he, as he was fed
Then later on, our hands instead
Not tall enough to open gates
I'd reach the latch for his escape
In time he grew to need more space
The bond we had, would stretch in place
and strain the threads that bound him home
He reached up high to join the wind
Yet ties remained, still ever strong
Years would pass, too soon, a man
Old ties would change, yet carry on
Love came along, as it should be
My eyes, if wise, must let it be
This union blessed, was good to see
Her love for you, the world could see
It didn't mean my son was gone
Songs are sung when lovers part
But no song for a mother's heart
When new adventures come one day
Those new roads take him far away
The man he is, has been set free
To be the man he wants to be
The child he was is never gone
She's letting go, yet holding on
If once, one wish were mine to choose
So many do my thoughts pursue
But one within my heart still yearns
If just one day, the clocks would turn
Together you and I would be
Sitting here among the trees
I would hold you close, upon my knees
then turn you loose, to join the leaves...
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First Poem Submitted To Poetry Soup
Written not long after the weddings of all three of my children
who were all married within 1-1/2 years of each other!
I must have been feeling the empty nest blues and all the changes that came along ! :)
She, in the land of confusion, so fruitfully penned.
Never for a second sensing the animosity with which
her words were read.
Far from being a duncette, she was so naive to express
her beliefs and hopes in her heart and head,
Alas! She knew something was wrong.
Behind that papal sentimental use of God, so overused
in poetry.
The air so smoldering with the total absence of humility.
Worse,those poets so overjoyed to destroy other countries
And to rebuke other leadeers as evil and wrong!
Such parochiality and endemic immorality.
Weak, seedy keyboard poetic plurality.
She dreamt of a sane place to pen,
Not in dread, but she knew not where nor when.
Hence fell a hot tear fell and into a wintry sunset, she
stared.
Whom could she trust?
To whom, could she her tender soul bare?
12/14/2020
It's a week ago tomorrow since
I ventured to our nearest major city
What a contrast from my home refuge
full of trees a creek, my land exudes tranquility
Am I the one that that's mad
the one who' is quite unstable??
I am seated at a cafe a juice is in my hand
I spot an ordering QR code stuck on a nearby dining table
Am I the one naive
mortified by this crazy world?
I shake my head in horror
at what technology has unfurled
I used to think that television
was the worst invention ever
But no This mobile phone it's streets ahead
at achieving a mind control endeavour
I look around see all these "families" sitting all together but separated
EACH and EVERY ONE the eyes and mind are focused on their individual mobile screen
Conversation ?? What's that? Then some "food" arrives. Shoved inside the mouth
Do they know what"s been delivered? Has this "food" even been seen?
So I walk to my intended destination, so many pedestrians
only one arm swinging, only one hand free
The other hand enclosed around a mobile phone this instrument that handcuffs the mind
I suspect it's probably glued there , Tarzans Grip ??? Forever! Permanently!
Now what about this Nodder?? This upright creature is it a foraging bird?
NOOOOO!!! It's a weird head bobbing pedestrian, bows intermittently
to watch this thing glued inside the hand
This crazy odd society , it is really so absurd
WHEW!!!!! FINALLY!!! I"m Back home Absorb the peace the solitude the glory of nature
Pray that there are many days before I need to return to that crazy insane city
The adrenalin rush. it finally has subsided, the nerves have settled down
Feeling safe, feeling blessed I'm back in a haven of tranquility
Footnote: I do not own or carry a mobile mind handcuff. It may seem strange but I had never seen a QR ordering code until that day. My wife advised me what it was
I guess there is a possibility maybe a probability that you've nodded your head to read this poem on a mobile phone
GOD MADE US ALL
He did not make you better than another!
But created you to honor one another.
Nearing my three years of poetry here,
I found comments about many others that
brought a hot, scalding, tear.
I was warned several months ago,but
did not believe this?
But the viciousness I saw had the most
malicious twists.
I wanted to tell all those with written
lies about them in their backs.
Worry not, God sees all personal, hateful
attacks.
So naive, was I, to without question ttrust
all souls.
Some here, with souls, as dark as the the
blackest coal.
But, it made me value poets with clean
souls, all the more...
Those who will be entering, one day, God’s
most holy doors.
One poet warned me long ago, this was
happening to me.
I did not believe her, but am grateful to
her for warning me.
No, she is not one of my constant readers!
But to to me, she deserves a giant trophy
as a moral, humanistic leader.
Be a friend, not a foe, to every poet here.
Have the dignity to honor them, not one of
you is a a seer!
If you think you are superior in thought to
another,
Do tell them in soupmail!
They are-not grist, for inhumane, poetical
fodder!
With best wishes for a great Holiday
season.
Whether Jew or Christian, you were
put on this earth for a reason!
11/ 25/ 2021
-VANQUISHED-
Upcoming sun that must rise in the East
Vanquished in loss
abandoned,
flightless,
baby flamingos
a-traipsing down a barren road they go.
One stands before me but how can I know?
The problem is that we do not believe
Deception of millions-acting naive
Marching in columns our soldiers salute
While turning their sisters into child prostitutes
a friendly invitation in their millions they come
Issuing papers and visas and stamps
parcels of food and put them in camps
bureaucratic mess how to deal with all these
blankets and medicine to mass refugees
But then I go quiet when I see what I've got .
When asked to believe, how can I not?
The arms of my bed beckons me "come"
inviting my dreams into warm slumber land
Slowing us down- resigns us to rest
Prodigal sun goes down in the West
Across the Sprawl of wistful Fall
Through capricious Skies of broken Lies
Naive sweets leave tongues of the young
As the last leaf of summer dies
To Escape the Scrape of leather feathers
And Trim the Rim from fallow snows
Tomorrow's Flowers count the Hours
In the Bleak Mystique of departing crows
Where the cold unfolds Tracks of wolf Packs
The remains of rain Returns the Ferns
Despite the Spite of cynic's delight
The wheel of days tenaciously turns
When a green dream Soars through golden Doors
Each Sunset will Reset a pristine dawn
As Tender as April's fragile Splendor
Hope Stands as Grand as a fresh-eyed fawn.
11/15/20
In Rhymes Sublime contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Oh-oh-oh, never refuse to eat delicious ice cream,
oh-oh-oh, it's giving up on each wonderful dream;
has anyone offered you anything?
Grab your guitar and start to sing!
No-no--no, don't do foolish things;
it may seem nothing to even wrongs!
No-no-no, pay little attention to winks:
they don't mean you'll conquer hearts!
Oh-oh-oh, never refuse to eat delicious ice cream;
oh-oh-oh, it's not a candy bar with less sugar,
life must be sweetened with delightful kisses:
kiss the first you find, don't sound the alarm
too soon, or you'll lose the only chance to own her...
if emotions get stronger, control your moves!
No-no-no, never allow deep feelings shape your ideas,
no-no-no, they'll change before you taste lips of betrayal;
oh-oh-oh, they'll take advantage of your naive foolishness,
oh-oh-oh, clutter your silly head with thoughts of April's fool!