Long Regret Poems
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"If all the very rich experienced hunger. There may be no more hunger.
If all the greedy experienced their own slavery, there may be no more slaves."
~~ The Poet ~~
What a wonderful world it will be,
When we all can truly say we are free,
From hunger that effects even just one child..
No more wars targeted at the meek and mild
Disease and illness a thing of the past.
Harmony behind our front door with love to last.
Communities taking care of our land,
Nurturing flora and fauna as they understand,
Not poisoning our waterways or polluting the air.
Consideration and friendship everywhere.
All racial prejudices removed from our hearts.
Rejoicing in the differences is where it starts.
A cure for mental illness that so brutally attacks.
No violent crime , no need to watch our backs.
No more poverty under our heavenly sky.
The blind now able to watch the clouds going by.
The deaf able to hear a new born baby cry.
The crippled able to run through fields of flowers.
The mute able to speak and tell stories for hours.
All weapons replaced with the kindness of a deed.
Each human has enough of what they really need.
An end to hatred spitefulness, cruelty and greed.
His divine rule to love one another, we all will heed.
Oh it will be a wonderful world without one regret.
We have more work to do cause it hasn’t happed,
YET !!!
And I called your name...
You couldn't hear my voice.
I ran right behind you;
catching my breath.
I didn't stop; I wont.
Each step you took,
took you farther from me.
I am stubborn and I admit.
15 years is a half way book
whose ending is yet to be written.
I chose not to let you go;
I chose to call your name out loud
until I see you turn your head to my direction
and see me reaching for you...
but you didnt, yet....
And on a busy day on a busy street,
I called your name.
Without shame, without hesitation I ran to you.
Eyes of questions and stares of desperate,
I swallowed.
I sensed no tiredness from a body
who knows gym is not in its daily routine.
But I pushed myself because I realized
how different it would've been
coming home to an empty house.
I took it all for granted.
I took the behind my back hugs
and forehead kisses for granted.
I ungripped hands who kept my palms warm on winter.
I pushed away the sweetest and strongest heart
that held me tight on my weakest nights and days.
I took half the years of our lives together for granted.
I took you for granted, and you woke me up.
And so I called your name.
I called and I called.
I ran and I ran.
With hope in my heart and regret in my mind,
what have I lost?.
My world stopped when I saw the light turned red.
And I called a name whose owner finally heard the callers voice.
I cried as I walked closer to you.
I cried as I look into the eyes of a person I once loved.
I broke down to an embrace of forgiveness.
I felt pain as I wipe your tears away.
Through your kiss, I felt the love I once felt.
Dedicated to my Father, (R)Colonel US Army, 1931-1998, with endless love
Leaving for a year
for nightmares and fear
he came to say goodbye
or at least to try.
I did not speak,
didn’t open my eyes,
an unknown fear
had me paralyzed.
Daddy long stood in uniform
watching me tucked in warm.
My silence is memory that haunts -
there is a fulfillment I still want.
My pretend sleep,
him standing above.
we should have spoken,
held and shown love.
I only, barely, peaked
at my Daddy’s face.
This regret won’t leave,
I mourn that lost embrace.
Did he know, did he realize,
his nine-year-old was alert
behind closed eyes?
He had always known
when I was in possum mode.
We should have hugged,
shown each other our love.
Did Dad live with regret
over what I cannot forget?
You're too deep in, you can't get out
Of a river of emotions,
and you're drowning without a doubt,
holding on to love's devotions.
Tragic, when your whole world is black.
You're too deep in, you can't get out.
Memories hurt when they flashback.
Is this what heartache's all about?
Thirsting for love, but there's a drought.
Anguish is your gut reaction.
You're too deep in, you can't get out
and can't get no satisfaction.
You cry, "Look at me, I'm shattered!"
With anger and regret you shout,
"Love was everything that mattered!"
You're too deep in, you can't get out.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
You're too deep in, you can't get out ~ Rolling Stones * Emotional Rescue
When your whole world is black ~ Rolling Stones * Paint it Black
Can't get no satisfaction ~ Rolling Stones * Satisfaction
Look at me, I'm shattered ~ Rolling Stones * Shattered
My days aren't different from those
of an ordinary guy who dreams,
who is afraid to find out in minutes
how much it will cost him in tears
losing his freedom and discovering love;
how many others have the same fears?
I haven't fallen in love yet,
waiting for another beautiful sunset...
promising my lover Heavenly kisses,
and touching her eager lips
I'll be whispering the sweet words
she wanted to hear from other guys!
The cold sky over us
has nothing but stormy clouds,
many wonderful thoughts
get buried under doubts!
I haven't fallen in love yet,
it'll take a miracle to get me out
of this prison thinking that being free
is the best thing for this lonely me!
Spring invites lovers to dream,
to explore each feeling as they get closer;
I am dreaming and imagining you near,
while desire rises in my bloodstream!
I haven't fallen in love yet,
touched Heaven and felt true joy;
will I miss another chance and be
be broken down by regret?
Splintered gold carpets the ground at her naked
feet. Stars spat from skies above crashing
down to carve out craters in the earth, barren.
She crunches memories once perfect between
her toes - the past squelching-squashing
in meadows bogged with rain and night-time tears.
His ashes, once held in an urn, float
now over a field, let out to pasture. The vase
cracked by her own hand, a widowed hand
grieving. It is said she walks under the moon
searching for those broken pieces. Grasping at
grass. Anything to meld his mosaic back together,
her palms the kiln moulding him into a frame,
a skeleton of pottery.
Escape
Do you ever just need an escape?
An escape from reality?
Your past?
Your present?
The thoughts inside your head?
The overthinking of every little thing?
Every mistake?
Every miss spoken word ?
Everything unsaid?
Every regret?
Every small thing you could’ve done better?
No matter how big or small
Each moment replays in your head,
Wondering
what could I have said different?
What could I have done different?
What could I have done better?
But you gotta escape from those thoughts
Find a way to block them out
Do anything but face them.
But it all ends the same
You just keep thinking and thinking,
Until it eats you alive ,
Then you’ll realize
You gotta face it
And eventually,
You will
Pain is not a garment changed with whims of a fashion style
Its heavy, razor edges are both permanent and vile
A torture made of illness, loss, of injury, regret
That churns and burns and rips the flesh til bloody, sticky, wet.
The greatest fighters find the strength to see beyond distress
With twisted frames they stagger on, weak battle cries of "yes"
When all their body wants to say is "Quit! Give Up! Give in!"
But heroes answer back and use the strength that lies within.
Shadows cannot appear unless there is a source of light.
Victories only come when we have made it through the fight.
Sometimes the winner doesn't wear a laurel on his head,
The greatest warriors show strength by climbing out of bed.
To win the race with perfect legs is naught of exception
But just to vie at a crawl deserves a knight's reception.
Poured a wee dram for my friend Farmer Fred.
He just kept on shaking his head.
What’s with the head I inquired of Fred?
Sit down laddie for ya might just swoon,
When I tell ya what happened to me this very afternoon.
Whilst selling my wares down at the fair,
A lovely young lass with a head of red hair,
Wandered up and gives the wares a stare.
I greeted her in my customary way.
Good afternoon lassie you look lovely today,
Might I help you in some particular way?
Now she looks up and gives me a scowl.
I judged her humor t’was a bit fowl.
I thought I might brighten her day
With a grand compliment paid.
Lassie your hair is both beautiful and grand.
Then her scowl scrammed, and she began to howl.
Called me all manner of beast and pariah.
Her face turned red as if it were on fire.
Minutes passed before her tirade did expire.
Made me regret the cordial things I had said.
I sincerely hope that lassie is never wed.
Ill tempered heifers should never be bred!
She sought the bright lights of the city and left love behind
She’s lost in a haze of self pity that’s making her blind
The money she’d stolen had carved her a path to her dreams
But the nightmares took over and laughter was smothered by screams
The handsome young face of a stranger with a girl on each arm
Belied all the darkness he harboured by the depth of his charm
Had left her there beaten and broken in the depths of despair
Now hungry she finds him again for her soul to lay bare
She waits every night at the doorway she now calls her home
Dulled is her fear and regret like a tear cast in stone
Lecherous eyes fall upon her ‘til night turns to day
Lost in the games of the lonely reluctant to play
The money she makes at her tade earns her clothes and a bed
Her savings are kept by the lover she’s promised to wed
Though some go to brighten or quicken the night-times demise
As night comes ‘round once again and she dons her disguise
Tomorrow’ll be better she Knows, Tommy loves her the best
“Those other girls don’t look like you” he says, changing his vest
“Baby you know you’re the one” as he feeds her her pills“
We just need a little more time, for our house on the hill”
Time passed her by, now only the memories survived
Dreams lie unravelled as the threads of her innocence died
All ties lay severed as yesterday fades out of reach
No hopeful tomorrows, she chambers a round in the breech