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I wanna meet a woman who
ain't about the games and b.s.
I wanna get to know a woman
who's life ain't filled with so much stress
I wanna meet a woman who ain't so selfish
I wanna get to know a woman who
hasn't been threw so much heartache she's chest less
I wanna talk to a woman who knows exactly what she wants
I wanna get to know a woman who's street smart
but at the same time ain't too siddity
now what I don't want is a hardcore/feminine
cuz for the record that shhh! kill me
I wanna meet a woman who ain't sick of love
I wanna meet a woman who mentality isn't men is dogs
I wanna meet a woman who ain't bisexual
I wanna meet a woman who knows being submissive
doesn't mean I'm a think less of you
I wanna meet a woman who wants to live holy
but also isn't afraid to ask her man "can you hold me"
I wanna meet a woman who's mind is right
ya know down to earth but still ain't addicted to the night life
I'm trying to meet a woman who's trying to pursue companionship
wants to get to know me as a friend
but in love with me is where she's trying to end
I don't like violent poetry,
It's just not the style for me.
Usually I don't finish reading it
So a comment , the writer won't see.
I've had my share of angry thoughts
So I know what they're getting at
But angry words leave me speechless
So I just leave it at that.
If a poem to me seems like venting
I just move on to something new
But I understand it's cathartic,
Expressing their point of view.
I try to limit my comments
To the ones that I truly enjoy.
So if I don't really like it
I'd rather ignore it, than annoy.
for HGarvey Daniel Esq. contest: Comments verses View
I drum my fingers dreaming of poetic notions as is my bent,
But for the life of me, I can think of nothing on which to vent!
I fervently hope my well of imagination will never run dry.
Surely some creative masterpiece will come to me by and by!
My thesaurus and dictionary stand by to give me a hand,
And the mystifying computer is at my fingertips on demand,
Each to provide ready aid if I can think of anything,
But its up to me to create a linguistic and poetic string.
Maybe I could write something about my inscrutable cat,
Yet come to think of it, I've already written about that.
Maybe a profound versification about the world situation,
But that needs lots of research and that causes some hesitation.
Of course there's always the topic of romance and love,
But I must admit I'm not too well versed on matters thereof.
God's Creation is always a timely theme on which to reflect,
Yet with all its wonders I doubt I could render it proper respect.
It seems to me as I daily stroll about the neighborhood,
That I could manage to come up with something good.
Lord, won't you smite me with a streak of inspiration,
And relieve me of my desperate plight and utter frustration?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
If you was mines only for tonight
I'd stare in ya eyes & tell you how beautiful you look
I'd thank you that you took the time
to get to know me and baby,
If I'm not holding you right I want to show me
I'd speak from my heart instead of thinking
of something slick to say and hopefully
when tonight is over I'll hear from you the next day.
If you was mines only for tonight
I'd take you a place you never been
we'd take a walk while by the sunset
and I'd tell you how me & you meeting was a blessing
I read you a poem that I hadn't waste yet
and If you was my woman we'd take
this journey of love step by step.
If you was mine for tonight
I'd show you exactly out of a relationship what you were missing
I'd look right in ya eyes & not just pretend like I'm listening
I'd sing for you even though I wasn't blessed wit a voice
and let you know even though I might not see you again
for tonight you brought me joy.
Who are you to judge me?
Who are you to condemn me for my life?
I may not think the way that you do
I may not worry about global issues
When I see a man starving on a street corner
I may not see the world through your eyes
Does that make me less than you?
Why does it bother you that I see a song in the petals of a flower?
My reality is my own
It doesn’t harm you in any way
Or does it make you question your own?
It is through words, pictures and song
That people like me use to make the world better
The next time you hear a song
Think of me and my vision of the world
And as you sing along or tap your feet
Then judge me
Condemn me
As long as you sing and tap you foot
That is all I can ask
As evil as my life is to you
At least you hear my words and enjoy them
No matter what you say about me
You respect my words, my music
And that is all I can ask
Give me strength Lord I feel like I'm bout to brake
help me to stay in your word for Christ names sake
I feel as though I need you now than ever before
you know the desires of my heart but I need you even more
give me the strength you gave Daniel when he was in the lions den
help me to rebuke Satan like Christ did time and time again
I know my flesh is weak but my spirit is willing
I need you to ease all of this pain that I'm feeling
strengthen me to pass every test from day till night
let your light shine on me help me to stand upright
I need you Lord to redeem me of my worldly sins
forgive me for the wrong I did I just wanna be born again
I need your strength because mines is empty
threw everything I'm facing I need your spirit to stay with me
I thank you Lord for puttin up with all my mess
when I think about me following Christ
how could I not say yes
Before I started writing poems
I was experiencing some heart brake
the relationship wit my 1st love failed
so I started going on blind dates
I'm sorry to say but the scar
my ex left on me is still eternally bleeding
and it's only by the grace of God
that I'm still emotional breathing
this wound hurts I just wanna
forget about her and lay back
but I need true love from a woman
so I'm searching for it like a needle in a hay stack
I'm trying to get to the person I once was
hoping wit the next woman I meet
helps me to fall back in love
It's a hurting feeling thinking ya family don't love you
maybe because since birth
your worldly father really didn't want you
so I figure my life was based on being accepted
and not to dwell on life's tragic emotional lessons
it hurts being played whether by ya girl or one of ya friends
I guess I thought my homies
would stay true to the end
but when it boils down to it
they can't save me from sin
and since my family ain't much
my Christian brothers & sisters are my closes to kin
I been emotionally wounded by this devilish world
you can see it in how I sleep how I'm all wrapped up & curled
when I look at what Christ suffered for me how can I complain
so I'm looking foward to the sunshine
But 1st I gotta deal wit
this emotional rain
When I close my eyes and I look in this mirror
I see you in me, I see me with you
and what I feel for you just can't be transparent
real recognize real, I got the seal of God
on my forehead so maybe thats why
you're feeling everything I've said so far
and right now your looking from afar
and if what I'm feeling is real
than I know I'm your shooting star
I'm the one who could grab hold
of your heart, and put it right next to mines
so if you ever gave me the chance
to show you what I'm talkin is real
then till the end of time is how deep
my love would go for you
I see it in your eyes, and you showed up
in my dreams I had visionz of me holding you
and as far as the type of woman I been
searching for, I know its you
so I open my eyes take a deep breath
and thank God for this moment
you see thats what I live for
you've been chasing love for too long,
but now its came to you in the flesh form
and its me right at your front door
As the sun fades into nothingness
The moonlight creeps through the curtains
The clock on my bedroom stand says it is midnight
My eyes look for the familiar surroundings I know
Straining for one last minute of awareness
That also fades and I enter another world
My consciousness deserts me
Cold unconsciousness envelops my mind and body
Making me aware of everything I should never see
Dragons with large black scales fly by
Their wings blow a dry breeze across my face
I know what they are
I can see in their eyes what their purpose is
They are my thoughts, my muses
I watch them fly between a thousand butterflies
Around moss covered cypress trees teeming with life
Through dark clouds with bright silver edges
Black mists follow as the rise and dive
Wing tips skimming pools of stagnant waters
They fly widening circles as they scream
Piercing screams that rip the air
They have a message hidden in the voices
When they perch their eyes meet mine
I look at them as they look at me
I see what they want me to see
Their minds share words with me a thousand years old
My mind wavers for just a minute
Forming the right words, the right sounds
I sit in the blackness and write a poem unlike any other
And when the last word is written the dragons are at rest
At least for the moment
One word
A gathering of letters and sounds
Keeping me from saying what I want to say
I knew the word
It came to me in a dream
Along with a hundred others
Traveling through my unconscious
Another reality
Not connected to my own
I should have written it down
Kept it next to my bed
It was perfect
Just the right tone and rhythm
Why didn’t I open my eyes?
The pen was next to the bed
I’ve used it a hundred times before
I couldn’t, wouldn’t interrupt that word
I knew it wasn’t mine to own
But, I wanted to watch it
See where it wanted to go
What it wanted to say
I never wanted it to leave
I wanted to hold it forever
But, it flew away
Into the stars with a million other words
Thousands of unfinished poems
A billion lost thoughts
Until it comes back
If it ever comes back
The poem will sit unfinished
The story will never be…