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Marry a poet
Who will write you poems
And treat you; a pet
Composed many anthems
With kisses that presents you his QUEEN in a banquet
Marry a poet, a great bard
Who will take care in bed
Hold you like sword to an Asgard
Lay you in words' heart retread
At mind to ever remain your guard
Marry a poet and be the story
And reason to stimulate pen
Wanting to paint you more of history
That young lovers shall admire you: a Zen
To keep literature as an awesome inventory
Mary a poet whose handwriting blooms
Whose work reflect your ache, gain and prowess
No much a concern won't looms
Turned you an ageless actress
And make your wears: costumes
Marry a poet for love
To steal away the silent sanctuary
Hail his grace as your troubled belove
Till end, you shall keep enjoying the statuary
Celebrating the all you had shove
Marry a poet; an art warrior
Learn how to fight along
Not to see sleepless night a barrier
To love making and a wrong
Becoming a great fancier
Marry a poet to learn heptad
How much is a day worth
And how precious the muse a moment adds
To creation of quills' rebirth
Than always thinking of gonad
Marry a poet
Who will turn you pet
For the real feelings do beget
Not to be forgotten like debt
When it is made wet; out of a lovely duet
Impulsive were the days of youth,
Nattered all through busy evenings,
Thrived to exaltation, absolutely naive,
Harmonious cheerful charm is now a history,
Extravagant fancy now a great mystery,
Modesty with age took a sharp turn,
Obsession faded, as if never will return,
Over the years gone far more sluggish,
Downswing, could it perpetually stay ?
Forgives itself nothing always is youth,
Overwhelmingly pardoned everything is age,
Retread reminiscence !
Longevity of lust with a vengeance ,
Overbold, badly in need of discipline,
Vacuity sobbed and bawled like sick,
Ebullience soon awakens endurance !
And vigour turns vernal as much again,
Golden moments regain their lost sheen,
Apart from heartbeats' rhyme, souls in unison,
Immaculate passion returns with full punch,
No worries of life, ecstasy takes a hunch !
Written on 29/5/14
Contest- In the mood for love again
Sponsor- Freddie V
14 Coursing!
Reflection one,
Gematria is revealing,
14 is “Dai”, enough, done?
Tzoros are healing,
Rav C. Shumulevitz wrote “Con”,
Or “With” feeling “Busha”
For your missed mission,
Tzoros have done annealing,
Are no longer needed? Redundant?
14 also is “Zahav” or Gold,
Precious as a watershed?
Wisdom from Tzoros’ toll?
Speaking, thus the rock bled?
Small steps, downsize the goal,
Reframe anguished cries instead,
Wishful thinking? Fatigue taking hold?
Mussar to the head,
And to the heart “B’HisPaalus” bold,
7th inning stretch? Bullpen retread,
Journey & Destination are one fold!
They looked at me with doubt
The light had long gone out
I was long past my prime
Ripples in a pond subside over time
"That's him?", an onlooker thought it odd
"Yes" his brother said, "I swear to God!"
A girl said "I don't see it, but it must be there"
Their doubts didn't faze me, I really didn't care
"It's all a fraud," said a sad man staring
I laughed inwardly, I was past caring
A colleague thought I was magnetic, explained it by a pheromone
He thought I didn't wash; I just gave a groan.
Then a woman said angrily that I must be kept down
A backhanded compliment, but I'd rather not drown
A young man told his friends that I had a "dog face"
He didn't feel I belonged in his land, his place.
For many years, I hadn't slept through the night
But one day, I got up, feeling alright.
Put a bike helmet on my bald head
Got on my Trek, like a 70's retread.
Cycled out of the city, into green lands
Blood rushed to my face, heard musical bands
Light came from somewhere, buried inside
Perhaps its last stand, before it expired and died
A few people caught sight, gasped with surprise
We were all feeling good, there were stars in their eyes
They gave me a smile, a smile from the heart
Like a sudden symphony, like a work of art.
Should we believe in illusion, should we stick to the fact?
Should we get to the real, or fall for an act?
Whatever was true, I'm old now and worn
But in a smile, in enthusiasm, it's always reborn
Smiles are cheap, I think there's no harm
Life is short, why not add myth, no cause for alarm.
I'm living life stuck in the past
To see the light where I lived only dark
A marathon like a walk in the park
That's my perspective on the past
A wind chime's song in a hurricane
The greatest pleasure from the deepest pain
And crappy times all feel like blasts
It's a bitter little pill
The kind when you don't swallow fast enough
The taste of advil and a blind man's bluff
And leaves you shaking with the chill
Finding meaning where it's all gone wrong
Doesn't mean much when all of these songs
Repeat forever, ever shrill
I'm in a static wonderland
What could I tell you about this whole year
Beyond the fact that I can't shake these fears
That have me grasped within their hand
You know it's bad when I'm calling for her
The kind of death I can't say I'd prefer
Yet at the moment sounds so grand
So does it matter anyway?
Won't I look back on these blurry days
Far in the future with my heart ablaze
And retread this tired old cliche?
And so tell me, when does this all end?
Cursed forever to repeat these trends
And live eternally in gray
I'm falling deep into the sky
Endless waves of green amongst the blue
Forever reaching out for a redo
And retread all my paths as I
To take advantage of the things I've learned
Repair the bridges that may have been burned
And save ourselves the need to cry
Hello there, I'm you from beyond
Tell me, how's this world of solid gold?
What's it like to never have known cold?
Are you treasuring these bonds?
All the things that I want you to know
I couldn't say before I'd have to go
So know, you live for all I've longed.
Some daysI feel it's time to move and
live by the sea, especially when the ghosts of
Altoona are haunting me..
Many cities in Pa., so rich in history,
They were hey days in their time.
It's no mystery...
This once-booming railroad town
is still being visited by those now underground..
Home to the infamous Horse Shoe Curve, with
its one-way tunnel that will truly unnerve..
Many unsuspecting drivers attempted to navigate
and met their swift untimely fate...
At 17th Street, a circus train derailed. Again, many
lost their lives as the animals all bailed.
Just like a used tire that manufacturers retread,
some people that die by accident are unaware that they are dead.
Most days I just pray and ask them to kindly move on, for
the ghosts of Altoona, I wave my magic wand.
Why are we here on earth,
because the Lord has something for us each to do.
He has not told us what it is,
but it is not to pine over lost love.
It is said he never gives us more then we can handle,
we just need to work at finding our way.
Life can not always be peaches and cream,
we must be ready to take the bad with the good.
Life will not always be what we expect it to be,
we must open our eyes that we may see.
A person should never feel they are not needed,
we need someone and someone needs us.
Though it may not be the person we want it to be,
someone is out there it may just be a matter of time.
To grieve over a lost love one is to be expected,
to go through life alone is not what anyone expects.
We need only to open our eyes and believe...
I am needed ...I am wanted ...by someone.
Someone is out there waiting for me,
a real live human Being...I just need to believe.
Entry: Retread What You've Said And say it Better!
Contest Sponsor: Moses
2nd Place Winner
Back I go retracing steps.
Against the tide I must tread,
Following the arrows down in reverse.
Each arrow head points back to moments gone,
To a time before the dawn of days past.
The footprints I must retread
Lead backwards on the path trod.
Heel to toe carefully placed in reverse,
To echo the way I felt at each step.
To unravel the memories woven.
Rewinding your life's design,
Sopping up past tears you shed,
Muting the cries with rags and sound proofing,
Pulling back from embraces hugs and kisses.
Is the toughest part of these retraces.
With each step, a tale unfurls,
Of joys and sorrows retold,
Where songs I knew, old and new are unsung.
I walk through gardens which were once in bloom,
Where flowers long since withered, met their doom,
This journey back to the past,
Rejigs it, to could have been!
Lost Words
It was only later
After seeing him hooked up to a ventilator
That I realized what he had said
And a reflection came that I would later retread
For deep down inside I always knew
That my dad was there for me as I grew
He was harsh and intense on occasion
Some would even call it abrasion
But there was that other side
When we were alone me along for the ride
He did his duty as a father
Bringing home the bacon with little bother
But the lessons taught
Were what I bought
How to strive
To stay alive
To be the best I can be
For all to see
Have kindness for my fellow man
Help wherever I can
Be a father to a son
Be there to protect everyone
Give a care
If you dare
That tomorrow will be a better day
When you get ego out of the way
As I sit here to lament
I recall those lost words he had repent
After waiting all those long years
And though he is long gone they still bring me tears
Those lost words you ask “I love you…”
Andreas Simic©