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Friendly Love

There are a lot of things to say
Why do I feel so alive when you're around?
There’s so much to do today
But how do I get rid of the clouds – shadowy and gray
We're lying on the ground...
Looking at the stars overhead... 

You are my beloved friend – 
Our love won’t break or bend
I’ll love you until the very end…
I’ll love you endlessly…our happiness blends
Like coffee and cream– yum! 
I know…these rhymes are quite dumb…aren’t they? 

Our light will shine and burn out the night 
Maybe there’s a star in the sky that scorches with love 

You are my superb friend – 
Our love won’t wear off or wither away
I’ll love you until the day I die
I’ll love you every day…our delight will be
As sweet as pie – how appealing 
I know…these words are overused…aren’t they? 

Our flight will be as dazzling as the elegant eagle 
Trained to ascend for more than half his life – or we’ll be like the seagull!! 
We could fly there and catch it someday
Fly…fly..fly…with me! Shoot the bull’s eye!
Our love will never die…so don’t say otherwise
Or I’ll sink in dismay


Shhh

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  ¤ 
    
   

…shh
   bashit
 cashit
  dishit
 dashit
no tp
 bushit
hushit
  gashit
 hashit
lashit
 sashit
wishit
would
come
 now
pushit
 pushit
 some
more
lushit
 don’t
rushit
 you
might
 mashit
mushit
  don't
splashit!
 goshit,
too
late!
 ~ouch,
  fishit
rashit
 tushit
  gushit
washit
flush
  it..





         II




                  °°
          crashit
       blushit
    flashit
  freshit
   can't
 brushit
 can't
finishit
uhh
can't
  crushit
  this
slushit
cherishit
    Ooh
       ooh
          o
            ¤
              °
   
 

III
                                   sh
                               woo.sh
                             's         it 
                               vanishit
                            sheepish  
                                       it!                

** ok this one is still in the works...don't really want to force it





Writer’s babble: This has been in my intestines for a loong time now (years actually) but never figured out how to do it. Then *poopboom*! It all got digested and assimilated—the recent sample poem on on Cyndi’s blog, then Chris’ & Ruben’s concretes (Thank you for the inspiration :D!)

Ruben, here it is, finally. You did say, “Just do it”, glad I am able to doo it. I finally pooped out a concrete something O_o!!

I wouldn’t be surprised if somewhere out there, there’s a twin of this pooem.  I suppository so, I haven’t tried searching for any, but yeah this was fun for me. 
Ok this is still editable—feel free to share any –sh ending words and I might consider adding it :p

it’s just me, but eh, kinda iffy that it doesn’t tie too much—with the bushing it then flushing it. oh well. 

** thank you, Cyndi & Chris for the added words :D, I would have missed them otherwise --- I doo think this will get longer & longer! please stay tootooned for more evacuations ;)
Form: Concrete

Sonnetina -Uniquely Mine

Many eyes of different color
see images and give them meaning;
reality is the clearest perception,
which brings on its sweetness,
and often an unacceptable bitterness:
I have given these reflective eyes
a choice and a challenge:  to either
accept or refuse when they were observing,
to make conception uniquely mine...
being that courageous soul uneffected by lies!



Nothing that came out of these thoughts
was ever imagined by someone else;
everything that happened specified its reason,
and analyzing events...magnified the scope of its revelation:
all that this mind has poured out and revealed,
or even failed to discern is uniquely mine!  
How foolish I would have been, if I hadn't been
able to bring to completion what had already been decided by fate;
another tragedy, and even more disappointment,
to have stood by and watched others win!

 

Every parade has some happy music and gleeful faces,
and life glides along with the same rhythm and pace,
it's up to us to show all the colors of our true intentions,
and if we fail, we are pushed aside by a crowd 
which instills in its heart a zest that dignifies pride;
so no matter how weak our ego gets and trust dwindles,
we must make sure that hope is never is put by doubt...
otherwise it becomes a useless dream without a concept!
And deeply reflecting on this inevitable demise,
I let go of all my susceptibility and retain what is uniquely mine!



Numerous lives have been shattered by negligence and greed,
mine has withstood all tests and declared its own, indisputable victory;
and it wasn't won by avarice, but by deligence and ingenuity,
to make all wonder how I was never taken down by this heavy load!
What they needed was the strength to endure almost anything:
jealousy, envy, injustice, evil, unfairness ,controversy and misery;
I will not envision that famous figure being carved in marble, stone or brass,
being put on the higest pedetal soon after his mourned death;
if vanity were all I had pursued and fought for in my turbulent time,
I couldn't have achieved my goal:  to keep what is uniquely mine!    
     

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Premium Member SOULMATE LOVE

Finding love is our unsure heart’s goal as edged on by our confident souls. 

Some journey through life with love as their primary dream, only to give up 
after giving all to failures’ torturous theme.  They may wish their constant 
dream to unfold, but cannot befriend the lonely, dark hole that mocks the 
intentions of their soul.  For many, ‘tis when heart hopes completely dim that 
fate itself delivers the right her or him.  

When true love is meant to be, it shall appear and reward every lonely, fallen tear. 

When true love wraps you in its infinite folds, 
there is nowhere else you will need or wish to go.

When you truly love someone, you hold their dreams inside your prayers 
and lay steppingstones to assist them there.

Grateful for the long-awaited task, you let love toss every mask you ever faked 
for romance’s sake.  Each past pretense may now relax, disappear and never 
come back, for true love loves your truth and would never wish to see you 
subdued.  Real love wraps around the you that your life really grew.
 
Love grants the finest gift, a present of loving arms embracing all of you, 
not despite, but because their heart knows all of you.  Freely and without 
hesitation, you give your body, heart, spirit, secrets and possessions, confident 
none will ever be used as emotional weapons.

No matter any day’s design, love soothes all away when at night you lay 
entwined.  True love is two who mutually fulfill emotional needs, heeds fears 
to see them eased and nurses hurts that may otherwise bleed. 

Even in silence, love’s communication and awareness are at its finest.  When 
alone, at home, such love is happily content for together time never ceases 
being time joyously spent.

When one is weak, one stays strong, for two in love alter leaning and being 
leaned on.

Each the other seeks to please for your love’s smile gives back pleasurable 
degrees.  When in love, such smiles become your heart’s feed.

After time spent apart, love seeks and finds its prize in the other’s loving eyes.
 
When love is of truth’s seed, 
two breaths become a single heartbeat, 
pulsing as one, dual, soul-deep feed.

Premium Member What's In a Namesake - Fv

All I know of my namesake
   is a photograph
   
   a young attractive 
   smiling woman
   with long red hair
   holding me

   beside it in my mother's handwriting 
   "...(called after) ten days old"

Grandma says otherwise
That I am named for her sister

   who had a twin
   who changed her name
   from Mavis to Sheila
   to not have two in her class

I looked up my name

   it is Gaelic in origin
   meaning gentle spirit beloved one
  
   to which I add
   denied 


I think I will be Mavis instead



3/11/19

What's In A Name Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues


Premium Member Cogito Ergo Sum

I'm not notable reader of the rich Latin language,
That treasures within its realm mountainous barns of knowledge…
Thoughts and philosophies, like symphony, around-the-clock,
To this ocean, like sea animals, for full refuge, flock...

Of all, like sediments, one who has settled in my mind,
And floats to the surface, like unfettered feather inter-twined;
Is Rene Descartes – French, who’d taught - cogito, ergo sum,
That altered my concepts, to rationalism, to succumb...

I think, therefore I exist; no existence otherwise?
Is this very concept, yet, as highest as the great skies?
Accessible knowledge; test of best methodical doubt,
Doubting the very existence; whether it's flood or drought...

Fond rebuilding; single-lined philosophy; so modern!
When I teach it to my students they seem problem-ridden;
To me, yet, this phrase and philosophy are august fun,
Like irrational thought battles lost early, are now won...


10 January 2022 
Latin Lessons Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Still a Teenager At Heart

Remembering the loving days of my youth
Love was on my mind 24/7
Every pretty girl that passed me by
Was more gorgeous that the one before
Guess what? It's still true today!
Age has no bearing
I am considered very old by most standards
But I still feel like a teenager at heart
It never leaves us, this attraction
The yearning for love, sweet love
When I was a young man
The thought of my parents making love
Was a totally foreign concept to me
It must have happened
Otherwise I wouldn't be writing this
But somehow it seems inconceivable
No! Mom and Dad? No!
Strange how we *****sapiens have evolved
The no holds barred topics of today
Can totally astound me
Topics that were never talked about ever back then
Topics that would have been considered pornographic
Are now talked about freely
In everyday conservation
Don't know about you guys
But I preferred it the way it was back then
age
Form: Rhyme

Anybody Can Be Racist

Anybody can be racist:
black, white, yellow, red, or brown;
if you think a her or him
can be defined by their skin,
then you’re a racist all the way down.

Anybody can be a racist,
forget this power/privilege crap,
if you judge folks on their flesh
then you’re just wasting your breath,
because you’re a bigot, and that’s a fact.

Anybody can be racist,
your tint doesn’t make you immune;
you may think it’s lots of fun
to demonize everyone,
but in truth, you’re just sealing your doom.

Anybody can be racist,
those who tell you otherwise lie;
yes, the best way to behave
is not to care about your shade,
and judge other folks one at a time.
Form: Rhyme

Coming Across As Wrong When Trying To Be Nice

Stopping short of saying nothing
at all and stopping what i am doing

I know not what else to do

As i thought or was under the 
impression to pay a compliment
all you had to do was say something
nice or positive

But obviously trying to be nice
is foreign to me and i am finding it
an enigma

Because if all i am trying or set
out to do is go in search of paying 
compliment and rather turns out offending instead

Then sincerely sorry i do apologise
please inform me and you will never hear from me again

For i do not ever nor wish to criticize
or offend be you that foe or friend

And if i have i havr only myself to
blame and am at fault if i made you
think i was in any way being 
disingenuous

Otherwise why or what would
be the point of taking the time 
to do it in the first place

Because this shows if nothing else
if the aim is to draw a response

People respond more to criticism
than compliment

Old Man In the Lake Sees God

the old man in the lake sees God

An lonely retired old man sits 
 in a simple boat 
In the middle of a lake 
in the middle of a storm

 a sudden onset of rain 
blasts of brilliant lightning 
and roaring thunder 
the boat is overwhelmed

the old man debates
 whether to give it up
head for shore
too late to resume fishing 

By a brilliant flash of lightening 
 he sees in the sky 
the snarling angry face of God
filling the sky with his visage

In a loud thunder clap 
He hears 
the snarling angry 
voice of God

Old man in the lake 
I have a message for you 
it is time for you
 to go home 

prepare to meet your maker
the end times are coming 
Armageddon is about to be unleashed
the final battle between good and evil

 your mission is to warn 
the world before it is too late 
repent and you will be saved 
otherwise you will die

 suddenly the storm stops
 the sky clears up 
the spring time nice day
returns filling the air with hope

the old man in the boat in the lake 
decides there was nothing 
more to do 
other than resume fishing
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

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