Long Real life Poems
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The faces of Dream
The honest guy never could hide
His inherent chains
Pure before proof
Trouble your money
The laborer and the end-crowd who transfer the 5a.m train
They live for the night and the others wait for the write
What is the dream of love when truth abandons belief
no fantasy game
But when real life hated
When purpose triumphed duty
Lady seen her future
She gave you a page to read
It marked the end
But claimed another beginning
How can you make this cartoon feel so extreme
He missed curtain call over and over again
He didn't want to be under pressure or without
He was a victim of under and over
He saw the violence in his dreams
Where did this begin
The ending such a desolate bite and was mean feeling much of dream
There you know you can't command either
I go where pain delivers me from destitute
I go where my brain doth be that train
Health delivers the truth as much as the ones who pave our dreams with heroine and cheap red wine
Thank you the night life which breaks the morning's chains and offers of caffeine's dis-ambiguous content.
Life without Real Life Partner :(Poem)
Living without your real life partner ,its not the proper way of living.
Give love to someone, take love from someone.
In this whole world, this is the most loveliest thing.
Have dreams of someone in your eyes
There must be Your loved one in Your arms
Make someone your real life partner in your life journey.
Although this life is a punishment
But if you have some true soulmate with you,
Then your life becomes easier.
Earth is saying something to the sky
Waves are also saying something to sea
Moonlight is also saying something to moon
Everyone is saying something to someone
You should also tell your true love feelings, there is nothing wrong in saying
What kind of fear reside in your decent personality?
Donot you believe in real love and real married life?
Is this life is fake
Are all individuals who got married or engaged are fake.
Not you ,your heart knows when the search is over.
When God created two hearts for meant to be together,
No matter how long it takes,
No matter how far they go,
No matter how tough it seems,
Love will bring them together to share their real love life forever.
Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.
At last you can imagine your save journey with your real life partner
And confidently told your soulmate
You are my life,my inspiration,my strength and my soulmate.
Life can change,if you have power to change your destiny
By your positive thoughts and positive deeds
Only you have to hold some one hand,
And believe in you and your own choice.
You are blessed
What ever blessings God will shower to you.
Always and forever.
A neighbor of ours died recently…unloved, old and all alone.
She was found, by a person walking his dog, in the doorway of her home.
She was a little bit crazy which made her angry, abusive, and mean
with no-one to say goodbye or mourn her…it was the saddest ending I’ve ever seen.
But the world is filled with sad endings isn’t it?
People dying of starvation, disease, abuse, natural disasters, the bullets and bombs of war…
Some children die who aren’t even old enough to understand what they are dying for!
And when it comes to our partners, our family, our children, our grandchildren…our friends…
It will always be difficult to find happiness when life comes to and end.
In a way we are programed for happy endings aren’t we?
In our Fairy Tales, our books, our movies, our stories on TV.
I wonder…knowing in real life…every ending will have its share of sorrow
will be accompanied by it’s share of tears…
If that’s the reason we love experiencing happy endings
as we grow older through the years.
When you think about it…when we find love and love find us..
for the duration it’s like a cloud we’re floating on…
and how can we not be sad…when the person sharing our cloud…is gone?
It’s inevitable when we love our partners, our children our grandchildren
our friends, our pets our Mom’s and Dad’s
that the same love that fills our hearts with so much happiness…
when there is an ending…makes us sad.
We will feel heartbroken, lonely, depressed, and we will always feel sad
after losing a person who helped make our dreams come true…
even dreams we never knew we had.
It’s ironic isn’t it…how love can be so wonderful while at the same time so heartrending…
that the happier a life we share with someone…the sadder is the ending.
I hope that everyone who dies…from the youngest to the oldest…
while they are alive will find love and happiness…and home…
So no one else will ever have to die again…unloved…and all alone.
If you havn't read my other Orange Crush pieces, please start at the beginning. If you like them consider reading on.
Ricky jumped off the footstool holding me tightly in his little hand. I could feel his imagination coming to life. Within his mind the clear water had turned a brilliant orange and as he drank from me he could feel the bubbles tickling his throat. I felt alive with the possibilities this imagination of his would bring to light.
The rest of the evening consisted of eating and watching images flashing on a square box. It rather bored me because they were in black and white, I much preferred looking out the picture window at people doing their thing and cars driving by. Real life was much clearer and had a lot more colors. As it got darker out, the color all seemed to fade away. I think I prefer day time. Ricky's mom said it was time for the kids to brush their teeth and go to bed. They all rushed up the stairs and I was left on the coffee table.
Ricky's mom was cleaning up and grabbed me and three Coke bottles that Dadio had emptied. She carried us to the kitchen and placed us in a segregated box beneath the sink. Just as she was about to close the door, little Ricky ran into the room and said "where's my bottle" mom responded "What do you want with a silly bottle?" he responded "I like it" His mom smiled, pulled me out of the case and handed me to Ricky. If I were able to smile I would have had a toothy grin of my own.
More adventures for "Soda Pop" if there is enough interest to carry on with the story.
For Timothy Lee
Eyes meet over sips of morning coffee;
warmth travels thru both my body and heart
while you couch-settle around and near me.
I value sharing a perfect day’s start.
I enjoy each fun, twosome adventure;
hands clutched in the dark, entering a park
where night skies speak no reproachful censor.
We swing, slide, laugh – our own romantic lark.
Home, a safe, private nest, our lives’ own stage,
is my best, favorite, real life place.
I relish all your couple, loving ways,
and my own happy, mirrored on your face.
Wrapping me secure within your warm skin
each night before giving way to our sleep
is a blessed delight with my spirit’s twin.
I cherish the close embrace your arms keep.
Pleasure is us, standing strong together,
growing blessings, beliefs and faith as one,
knowing we each make the other better
and our love will be until time is done.
The poet in me’s private and reserved for here and now
To express myself in normal life, I never quite knew how
The words I write are heartfelt and can cut straight to the bone
I write of thoughts and feelings that only I can own.
If ideas of that I dream could not find life in rhyme
The person that I could have been would just be lost in time
A life that’s kept on record in thinly picture painting meaning
All my raw emotions spilling out, with very little screening
I share my life with readers that will never truly know me
With words that open up a side, that real life will not see.
Is the poet that lives in others the same that lives in me?
Does he hide your true persona, leaving you anonymously free?
The poet in me’s cunning; some words not always true.
But what you see is all you get. The rest left up to you.
Remember me- not how I look,
not how I dress, or fix my hair;
not how I clean or how I cook-
those necessary things, I bear.
Remember me by what's unseen
but comes alive from in my heart-
my spirit of an artist's scene.
With brush and pen, I am a part.
For all these years- they lived in me-
impossible to set aside;
asleep at times, but there to be
awakened- and with love applied.
This part of me set up the rule
to close the door and open it,
providing that artistic fuel
as grains of time let me commit.
Remember me with brush and pen
I share my art and poetry-
and also, mostly, now and then-
embrace real life, most happily!
To be king in the land of princess
You must be dauntless.
When invited to tea you must comment on
Her appearance and dress
With open candidness.
Express
How glad and honored you are to be in the
Presence of the princess who will know you
Are playing out her childishness.
Bless
All invisible and tasteless
Food with a heart felt happiness.
You aren't just King you are also her Royal
Advisor so there must not be any awkwardness
Between you both while playing checkers
Or chess.
Use cleverness
When talking about her room being in a mess.
Be gentle when letting her know there will be
New people in her kingdom which will be
Powerless.
Don't let her suppress
Or have any anxiousness
Your invitations to tea or luncheons will be
Endless.
You will be helping your princess
To deal with real life issues instead of leaving
Her rudderless.
Thus guaranteeing hers and your success.
Why are some so quick to judge
Before they know all you've been thru?
They'd rather give a nasty nudge
Than take a stab at grasping you
And following assumptions, trudge
Upon the shining things you do.
There are so few who understand
That ALL of us are tending strife
And all that we had wished or planned
Is at the mercy of our "REAL" life
(I hope from that high place they stand
They don't fall down on their own knife).
* FOURTH PLACE in the "Judgemental People and Haters" Poetry Contest, Brenda Chiri, Sponsor, and in honor of my good friend Robert Lindley. *
If you are a bold person, then believe in solving the strife,
If heaven exists , bring it down to the earth in real life.
Sorrow exists temporarily, oppression also ends in a few days,
This gloomy day will pass like the clearing of the sky as the sun smiles.
If heaven exists , bring it down to the earth in real life,
You have received a new boon in the form of new life.
This gloomy day will pass like the clearing of the sky as the sun smiles.
Your achievements are now searching for new milestones.
You have received a new boon in the form of new life,
This outcast sky came riding in the chariot of flashes, in your life.
Your achievements are now searching for new milestones,
You come,we will step forward in inaccessible ways .
This outcast sky came riding in the chariot of flashes, in your life,
If volcanoes are developed deep inside the earth crust, in real life.
You come,we will step forward in inaccessible ways,
Then starvation can't go on under a fake freedom of trust, for infinite days.
If volcanoes are developed deep inside the earth crust, in real life.
We will surmount a mountain of problems,we will step forward in our stride,
Then starvation can't go on under a fake freedom of trust, for infinite days.
Removing the problem of starvation,we will control our minds.