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There's no doubt
you found out
the many affairs I hid
in a slick way...
they are exposed
and can't be ignored
they surely hurt!
Ah! Platonic feelings do much harm,
they don't wake us up with an alarm;
sweet are the adventures we pursue,
we won't stop 'till reality makes us blue!
I can't stand jealous eyes
when they stare so angrily;
nothing I do can stop them now:
so sorry that my commitment failed,
so fake were the words I whispered!
I betrayed the one I adored madly,
nothing I say can change tomorrow,
I have to pay and go away!
Time is passing slowly,
I gave up on true love for folly,
joy is not real happiness,
it doesn't last an eternity;
it's not found in strangers arms:
it's an escape for cheating hearts!
Do you have a wish for yourself?
Do you long for devotion and honesty?
Then, give up all platonic feelings
that do much harm constantly;
how lonely is the one who stares
at your charming picture on the shelf!
in to the forever one finds the cure for the hurt , a plain of conscience , may be a dream , or the thought of the day , unlock it , or into the forever it will stay,
who is the i in me , does any one ever fathom this quaint reality , in a mirror do you see me i or you , will the answer be enough , may be no answer is enough, and so the truth tells lies , and the lies tell truths
in a dark place shadows will be your friends , in the light of day friends can fade away like the shadows of the night , separation will fuel the honor of friendships, keep the those shadows at bay, there is laughter in that honor, ah good times
one might wish in the dreams they have , nightmares might keep them there , the struggle is not to awaken the plight is which one suits you best , the show will end if the curtain falls , eyes open with applause
love and kindness is caring and wellness , its a matter of heart , its a matter of desire , love is platonic, love is romance , in the scheme of life poetic passion , will partner you , with one true other half
there is a quiet place , it lies inside ones mind , all emotions play there own games and that once quiet place is sullied by the loudness of these games , the battle with in , the solace with in , the enjoyment with in , the whispers of grandeur wins , a happy smile is the final check mate
FOREVER' IN LOVE
Our Love sometimes Factual:
Hold me tight, touch my face:
Come close closer to embrace.
Our eager lips to press.
Our Love sometimes Spiritual :
Pristine platonic but blind
Cherished in abyss of mind.
Solely two souls are entwined.
Our Love sometimes Whimsical :
Drifting in daydream and muse
to amuse or to refuse
and attempting to confuse.
Our Love sometimes Musical :
Ardent ardor starts prelude
Romance roams in interlude.
Drinking desires to conclude.
Our Love sometimes Virtual :
Maintain social distance
Never close even perchance.
Through video call have glance.
When Love sometimes Practical :
Sweetheart not to let apart
Longing lust for love to last
On marital bond, have trust.
Our Love flows forever
always in fervent fervour.
07/28/20
First Place
'Strand Completely New (14 )' Contest by Brian Strand
Re- edited on. 01/10/22
'Forever My Love Valentine'
Contest by BJ Legros Kelley
Respect the life
Respect the life, oh my life! Respect my life! Oh my platonic exlove!
You know, how I loved you. I became decadent and lost. You saw all
You don’t know, how I loved you. Satan is crying, lifted me off the ground
My life is demonic, I am a hell rider on Earth, without a life, alone in life
My love, you dropped my love, you trapped my love, but my heart beating
No owner of my heart, but he is not yours, you had enough time. Loved you
Please, respect a life. A life, that loved you. Please, don't put more poison…
… into my life of way…, … and way of life…
Emma, please. I ask you kindly and nicely. Please, please. Still loving you
Let me step out from your memory; my life wants to live his life. He loved you
Beautiful linguist, I needed to work for you. More than two years passed by you
My memory still feels you, he is a very big heavy burden, and he still lives in me
Everything is your mistake, your psychologists drove you. The result is yours. Eat it.
I needed just a normal life. A simple, but great life. A farm, a house, a family, children, and a wife.
Yes. This was my life object. Lifegoal. But nothing is realized in my life because you killed my life.
You and your psychologists' friends destroyed my life. Hmm. But I am still alive. Youth is my life.
Someone is coming
Goodbye
Show me a man, not engulfed in lust before love
Nor in the beginning craved her enchanting groove
Then I will show you a liar
As the burning wools, enliven the pride of a cooking stove
So inevitably depends on lust, your holy love
When your heart melt by her gracious sight
From his mantle a sweet seltzer you sip tonight
And both sirens screams with passion
In the end love is praised and lust, blamed
As with negativity, lust is framed
Oh! Dear lust, I shan't merry without you, nor ever love
Even a platonic desire can't undermine your fire
But if this puzzle be hard to solve
Remove lust and watch love dissolve.
Quasi Mote - Oh Ephemeral Transit Across Proto Zones!
Strictly speculation from this mind,
who contemplates stripped down version
bajillion eons ago
cosmic bit sized dots
pinwheeled thru spatial void
repulsed and/or attracted
colluding (putin on the Ritz)
infinitesimal show stopper
devoid of prior rehearsal
since previous cosmic contraction
absent remembrance
tabula rasa, viz consciousness
if rebooted, reincarnated,
repurposed, et cetera,
asper knowing nothing
perchance if previous rendition
courtesy big bang phenomena
commissioned swirling pretty
little invisible thangs
dust mote size
universe created, vis a vis
most violent explosion
blasting subatomic tidbits
bestowing, endowing, issuing, et cetera
propensity, allowing,
enabling, and providing
spontaneous quixotic, narcotic,
and kinetic (kit) impulse
gifted, kindled plenti
tinder vittle loving care,
(albeit on quark hilly
weigh small scale),
each unique data packet of life
transiently questing organic matter
linkedin within uber
webbed wide world
thrust by motive forces distilled
since primordial ooze
painstakingly agglomerated
electron's micro gravitational tug
incrementally configured
viable combinations
propelled to fraternize, collide, amass
with other distinct minuscule entities
democratic, platonic, and symbiotic
tete a tete kickstarting avast
differentiation, golong
engendering hulu costs indeed
pensively trumpeting,
deploying, and fracking
the art of the Stormy Daniels deal
eventually across great swaths of time
inaugurating edifice of complex systems
(again unimaginatively teeny tiny
timid uber pinhead size zealots)
livingsocial hoity toity groupon outlook
accruing quicken fancy feast
to concatenate, generate, and get linkedin
with hotmail to discover
visa vis whatsapp
penning with Molly Q. Wells!
I saw her in a meadow high
Where red flowers touch the sky
Her eyes were mournful, so much inside
I looked within, skepticism died
(chorus)
I'm in love with a big blue cow
And a big blue cow loves me
She don't have a job, but she survives
Without that college degree
She don't take drugs, and she don't drink
We agree about politics, I think.
I used to date a gal, who talked a storm
But I felt cold, I had to feel warm
I wanted a date who understood me
This cow is electric, I touched the fence, and I see.
Now its the wrong species, my parents would plea
But species is what I say it must be
In Kindergarten, they indoctrinated me
with a gender book, for kids aged three
At this point, you might say I'm moronic
But true love is always platonic
over 28 percent of young women say they are gay
I think that society made them that way
So don't laugh at me when I avow
eternal affection for my big blue cow
I'll go to the meadow, and gaze in her eyes
where bees buzz, and the condor cries
You may say I believe what I want to believe
But who doesn't, and love can't deceive.
I am a son of the verse and the word,
the spoken and written word...
I am the fruit of platonic love
between carnation and rose...
in truth I am made
of meat and flowers,
bones and dreams,
muscle, blood and truth,
and mostly I'm made
of poetic immateriality
that is poetry...!
Today Lady Luck has made me smile for a change...
I tried all the tricks to lure you and lying about everything,
I saw that worry in each smile turning into fear:
you weren't willing to please me and lose someone dear!
I am alive again, and as a madman I'm screaming,
" How can you blame me for finding some happiness,
and not wait for a call to ease this loneliness?
But finding you is harder than searching for a diamond in the sand!
Too sorry to say darling, " Even those platonic thoughts have ended...
I couldn't wait forever and cling to an empty feeling! "
The few words that we whispered without tenderness
have vanished into the clouds of another sunset,
and without a last kiss...what else is left?
Even those platonic thoughts have ended...
making me realize that true happiness
isn't found in someone who's already committed.
Entered in Just That Archaic Poet's contest,
" Sing To Me "
Inspired by Judy Holliday's rendition of Irving Berlin's song,
" What'll I do? "
Written by Andrew Crisci
She was to be the one; we'd made serious plans.
She'd get her teaching degree; mine would be in biology.
Then we'd marry and live as happily as we could.
She'd take me to her beloved Wales.
To visit her people and her precious birthland.
To roam the land of red dragons and castles.
Where great clans engaged in passion and battle.
We'd stroll along the ocean and vast emerald hills.
Taste mysteries of life from the salty breeze and gull's shrill.
First, there was so much to do.
I went off to a 4-year school.
Time and distance have a way of crumbling relations.
Creeping up and down the dark side of imagination and temptation.
On spring break, I went home to visit my future bride-to-be.
Forgetting all about my bright red little pinkie,
(the victim of a few drinks and the dare of a tart).
My Welsh love took one look at the bright red toe.
Suddenly her love and faith in me had a little less glow.
Though I assured her the paint job was purely platonic.
That little red pinkie was the beginning of a relationship rotting.
Strange how our lives can pivot so violently.
On a drunken dare and a little red pinkie.
That cost me the sextant of my destiny,
The Atlantic Ocean and a castle by the sea.
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