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Premium Member Jaded Love

Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
Fool me time and time again – I am stupidly in love.

They say the sign of a crazy man
Is someone who does the same thing over and over again,
Expecting a different result each time.
I am a crazy man.

The first time you broke my heart,
I nearly ended my life.
When I finally resolved to live again
You came knocking on my door asking for forgiveness.
I welcomed you with open arms – falling hard once again.

The second time – I swore it would never happen again.
I lied.

Upon each return you swore you had learned your lesson –
I proved I had not learned mine.

You come back to me broke – I make you whole again.
You come back to me drunk – I sober you up again.
You come back to me abused – I nurse you to good health again.
You come back to me in need – I drop everything to comply.

You only love me when your life is at rock bottom.
Once I help you to your feet – you use them to walk out on me again;
And, I am left a broken man.

I would love to say, “Never again”, but I know I am too weak.
The spell you hold over me is one I cannot resist.

I have ended other, more healthy relationships, 
To once again jump on the carousel of your jaded love,
Only to have the ride come to an end and the fair leave town once again
With this little boy holding a handful of unused ride tickets:
No refunds – No rain dates – No sense at all.

I pray that you do not come back again.
The pain of you not being with me is less intense than the pain of you leaving again.
Please, allow me to suffer the lesser evil.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.


The Quality of Life

Quality of Life is talked about
All around society, in or out.
Whether a long or a short life
It's to be peaceful without strife!
Not the quantity, no one knows,
The Spirit is like a wind that blows.
How and why we live will count
So I can smile, not pout,
Expecting a peace and happiness
that comes from gratefulness
In me and to those around
Wherever love is found.

Life is like fun-filled R.A.C.E.S.,
Not against others to save faces.
But like the letters remind me
It's simply important to be
In good Relationships, Attitudes,
Clothes, Eating and Sleeping virtues
So keep the quality spiritually,
Of the blessings make a tally.
It's up to us to choose
Not external things like booze,
Drugs, health, money or friends.
It's only Jesus' Love that never ends!
Form: Rhyme

Soul To the Letters of Love

"Soul to The Letters of Love"



Dropped into a body
the vessel is a skeleton key
where waits the other being
holding 3 
in its own mind and hands
the Sanskrit Blueprint Plan
the lesson is in the wanting 
ripe red apple bleeding juicy pumping
the learning to be free
ephemeral stories look for ephemeral keys
–  this is how it has always been
naturally selected skin and bones, ephemeral 

the other being a ghost inside
long in tooth forever and ever amen
calls the other ghost Atman, 
calls the other ghost Home
plucking Vedic strings, 
with lessons in love 
grants the sharing of knowledge 
receiver immortal sits seeded waiting 
a secret discipline 
multiple choices
exams in Shaman college 
colludes to collaborate with the Sun
through the next portal

granting access to Love 
with Letters earned
Divine and substantial
in another realm
Love is given not won

Post-nominal phenomena
Noumenon 
thoughts intangible 
become sound
in another strange world

Love is read
Love is learned 
Love is found 

(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)




"Dreamlike"
https://youtu.be/YD1d-1hPuao








3 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Id,_ego_and_super-ego


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trinity





Soul
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soul

Twin Flame
"Put simply, the purpose of the twin flame relationship is to help us shed away the snakeskin of the ego, face and heal our wounded hearts, and transform into spiritually awakened beings."
https://lonerwolf.com/twin-flame/#h-the-purpose-of-twin-flame-relationships

Premium Member Who Is Happy This Year - 2024

Who is happy this year?
Aries, getting to understand yourself causes better results.
Taurus, many reliable behaviours bring you much exults.
Gemini, cooperation with others leads you to the goal without fear.

Cancer, respectable people help you to reach your goal.
Leo, manage your time well, and you can get many good ends.
Virgo, confident action increases trust and support from friends.
Libra, your sincerity is effective in getting a good roll.

Scorpio, you need proven information to be victorious.
Sagittarius, clean up old things and start new things collectively.
Capricorn, enhancement of relationships affects the whole life. 

Aquarius, constant self-improvement raises your ability glorious,
Pisces, be sure to make things one by one to harvest effectively.
Be careful, you can do anything but it's not always useful in strife.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Audra Cady To Daughter: a Spoon River Poem

I didn't always adhere to the warnings of the experts
		who declared nothing beyond time-outs should be used
		to correct a child’s behavior—that parents must not,
		even temporarily, take away a toy or a privilege OR
		use “psychologically damaging” responses like
		“What you just did was bad”!

		When you, as a teenager, fought me at every turn,
		when you despised me--or seemed to--
		the experts' words came back to haunt me.
		Still, I continued on my chosen path and tried
		not to reveal how defeated and helpless I felt.

		While the renowned psychologists were saying, 
		"The teenager's privacy must not be violated,"
 		I was watching you, not always from afar.
		When, in spite of me, you began accomplishing a degree
                privacy at the tender age of 14, you hid from me, opting 
                to use that freedom to forge risky relationships
		that alienated you from those who really cared.

		Over time, something beautiful happened.
		You metamorphosed into a fine young lady.
		As a parent, you have neither punished severely
		nor spoiled your children. You've limited 
		their privacy and kept hold of the reins.
		As they sneer at you and rebel, you wonder,
		as I once did, If you've taken the wrong route.
		I can't verbally assure you that you haven't.
		I can't give you an encouraging embrace.
		Perhaps I did enough while I was there.


January 1, 2019, entered in Emile Pinet's Free Verse Style Poetry Only contest,
placed 2nd


February 4, 2019, entered in Chantelle Anne Cooke's Favorite Free Verse Contest


Her Head Was on my Shoulder

The night had been long as it was for the salvation of my trip around the sun. Extending to the 23rd hour of the other day, you were still here. Well, I just thought we were one, but it was not so. You dressed modestly, and that was a major turn-on, as I prefer modesty to gaudiness. Your eyes were starting to feel heavy as you were starting to fall asleep.
You placed your head on my shoulder as a farewell hug, the way you went home. That was the beginning of the end of our friendship. The contact we would have would be below minimal, to the point that it would take several years for him to come back around.
The change in weather did not seem to go well with me. After so many years of you not being around and getting your attention from others. At least you claimed you had the attention of others. There was no proof that you were not candid about those missing years, or amenable to no interaction between us.
Your fantasy world has become the reality of your mind, as there was never any proof of you being with anyone. If you were with anyone, then why didn't you make it known?
When you came back around, it was through strife from both of us going through negative relationships. Of course, you claimed that you were with the person before, who only treated you as a growth rate. Well, why do they never marry you?
It is possible you are lying to me.
It is possible that they saw you as nothing more than a friend.
It's possible that they had no intention of marrying you and only taking up your milk.
After many years, you finally realized that the person who had always treated you well was someone you should have chosen back when I asked you to the prom.
Your head was on my shoulder in the past. You pushed me on the cheek multiple times, but I felt rehearsed. My actions are reciprocal as part of my culture. It was not done of my own free will.
Stay true to your fantasies inside that crazy head of yours.
Go stay in the land of Narnia, as that is where your mind and heart have lived since you were a small child. Well, you are still a child in terms of maturity.
Form: Prose

And Here We Are to My North Star a song

[verse]
Our friendship has always been my North Star 
The guide to everything out there 
And when we lost touch
I lost my compass

I sealed the wound with fire, 
And trudged on with desire
Trying to recreate what we had, 
The effortless close bond, over time becoming sad

People did not meet me half way 
They did not grasp the world the same way
And so a small boat adrift I was 
Alone bereft for me! 

And that became my norm
And a new me for a time was born 
I did not want to be close
Relationships made me morose

[chorus]
Pleasure was all I sought
To dampen grief and doubt
And that way I existed
For a long time just sort of delisted
Artimus born

Few wants, no needs 
Completely free and no nervous energy 
It’s calm to withdraw
To view life as a brawl that you no longer engage

[verse]
And then I hit tastes of want,
And it became need
And I tried again,
And did not succeed

So I settled and I slept
Most of me to myself I kept

And then once again you were here, 
And well with joy I could interact without fear
And so I started again to create 
And life is not over, it’s not to late

And here we are...

here we are...

we are...

[chorus]
Pleasure was all I sought
To dampen grief and doubt
And that way I existed 
For a long time just sort of delisted
Artimus born!

Few wants, few want...
Completely free and no nervous energy
It’s calm to withdraw
To view life as a brawl that you no longer engage

[verse]
And then I hit tastes of want
And it became need
And I tried again
And did not succeed

So I settled and I slept
Most of me to myself I kept

And then once again you were here
And well with joy I could interact without fear
And so I started again to create
And life is not over, it’s not to late

[verse]
And then I hit tastes of want
And it became need
And I tried again
And did not succeed 

So I settled and I slept,
Most of me to myself I kept

And then once again you were here, 
And well with joy I could interact without fear
And so I started again to create,
And life is not over, it’s not to late

And here we are!

And here we are

here we are, 

we are!!
Form: Lyric

A Woman's Touch

Written By:  D. Collins 3/1/2016.



A woman's touch should accentuate a man.
Allowing him to rightfully wear the pants.
Her touch should boost every bit of confidence.
Let him take the lead, as should, all good men.



That's not quite the society we live in today.
There's so much competition on who has the say.
A woman's touch should compliment a man.
Piggy-back his decisions like no other can.



Its how relationships last, and marriages thrive for years.
Strengthening the bond that gives stability to kids.
Before moving forward in obtaining God's love.
We must re-introduce ourselves to a woman's touch.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member My Shoe Collection

My Shoe Collection


Shoes

Nice if you have them

Shoes

There is love
There is happiness
When the next path of your journey
You take with shoes on your feet


Shoes

I am coming out of the closet
I am not a woman
But I do have too many shoes

Shoes

Love and relationships
Why there are a lot like a pair of shoes
At times, things may stink and smell
Yet still better as a pair

Shoes

If I could walk a mile
In everyman’s shoes
I could walk forever
Never having to buy my own


Red Shoes

The Red Socks
Will never win
Without good running shoes


Blue Shoes

If only I had blue shoes
Of suede
Id be dancing with you
After the autographs

Shoes

Homeless people wish for shoes
Millionaires wish for closets


Big Shoes

My feet are so big
Ladies buy me my shoes


Shoe Sale

The man with one leg
Looks for shoe sales
At half off


The Hookers Shoes

A good hooker
Never has used shoes

Academy a Wards

Winners and losers
All complain about their shoes
Petty and jealous, the famously inane
Their shoes show their vain


Shoe Diversity

They come in many fashions
In shoes there is humanities design
We all walk the path of human strife
All Shoes matter


Celtic Shoes

Irish Shoes
Scottish shoes
Welsh shoes
All meet at the pub
So their feet can have a rest
While the mouths imbibe with chatter
If all goes well
Later on
The shoes fall off in a clatter


Miami Vice

Got the finest shoes from Miami
Found out they were fakes
Tongues were bent and crooked
Must have come from crocodile skinned tears
Mocking the homeless with no shoes over the years


The Great Canadian Shoe Trapper

The trapper goes for beaver pelts
The millionaire goes for shoes of felt
Armani makes it all the way
Only when the consumer comes out to play


The Shoeless Argentine

If you wish to invade the Falkland’s
Remember to bring your shoes
Cause your dictator has all your money
He cares not if you really lose

Relationships

In the dance of love, man and woman unite,
Harmony sought, yet shadows invite.
The devil despises when two hearts align,
For wonders emerge when love intertwines.

Fierce battles waged, arguments endure,
Yet within the struggle, a love so pure.
Listen, and the ship sails smoother,
Faster towards dreams, goals to uncover.

Divorce rates soar, a disheartening trend,
Lost in the maze, souls fail to mend.
Reflection abandoned, a crucial quest,
To find oneself, love's ultimate test.

Love, meant to be gentle, an effortless flow,
Boundaries, labels, complicating the show.
In the simplicity, where love should reside,
Embrace the truth, let the heart be your guide.
Form: Epic

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