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Forbidden love makes everyone think Romeo and Juliet
People think we love eachother and we don't know it yet
But sometimes there isn't always an obvious Capulet
Sometimes we don't want to have to live in our own regret
I want to make a stand for something I want... or maybe a fall
To fall in love and live my life, but if I do that, I risk it all
To say it in person or to send a text or even give her a call
Whatever, I'll just stay a friend or less and I'll build a wall
I give up, I'll never be the winner, no matter what I do
I screwed up in school, swim, social life, no breakthrough
I need to get rid of these feelings so I don't make it all askew
I'll keep it to myself and tell a friend or two that I love you
A Lonely World
Married twice, does that sound nice? Am I now a scarlet or a heretic?
Full of rhetorical questions, and left alone in a world so cruel.
Oh, how you played me like the fool.
We hurt one another , we did so twice, do you think that sounds nice?
A complicated world, full of so much confusion, longing for a deeper meaning in the name of life.
We question God, and run back to him for answers, only to forget faith and hope in a restless world.
I like to be still, feel the wind, smell my surroundings, soak in the earth, know a love that will never depart.
A kind of unconditional yet passionate love that I once shared.
As the world is so lonely; no-one seems to care.
I played your queen; you were the king , a game of chess for the political class of unrighteous blasphemy on both sides.
A Romeo and Juliet story, full of love and hate, and in eternity they live together once again in peace.
Lovers reuniting once again, until the day she awaits her lovers reprise.
No, not a scarlet don’t brand me like so. I once was a princess with Romeo in hand, we played together so well like an old cover band.
Like Hank Williams Senior and his country song blues, his broken back, and gambling too.
IN THIRTY-FIVE MINUTES
The angels are rushing and running left to right,
they are careful as wounded-soldier eyes plead
as thirty-five minutes ago...
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Earth-quaking are the sounds. On the dance floor
is a number of halcyon Romeo and Juliet swaying smooth
under an umbrella of blinking lights: red and green.
Clinks! Clinks from tossed liquor filled glasses
with loud chats and laughter crowd the air when---
tenacious shakes strike and slip their ground.
Spiky trembles trip on spines, pounds grip hearts
as the mad shaking earth beneath brawls and growls.
They wanted to jet fly but they are tight trapped
to a web of disaster. Satanic is this villain.
Outside, sleeping pipes spurt! Shocked current wires fire!
Anxious buildings cracked! Worried bridge fell apart!
Disturbed waves began their tidal rolls, higher and higher
as they land the shore. Thunder and lighting rule the skies,
sad helpless clouds cry and cry flooding everywhere...
Passed the thirty-five minutes, stinky is the breeze
ragged dirty doll-like bodies are strewn all around...
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Contest Name Death and Dying
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9:27 pm, June 28, 2015
Quite a vivid late afternoon/
early evening dream
transpired within me noggin
housed deep within skullcap
regarding right wing kooky
conspiracy plot to kidnap
a leary paranoid
schizophrenic king suspicious of trap
upon arising from lengthy nap
yours truly, who sought to pull himself
a generic garden variety chap
up courtesy his own figurative bootstrap
on account of groggy feeling
so methought to download
wake up quick app.
Before hurriedly bidding thee rabbit reader
a bunny fide hasta la vista
linkedin concatenated adieu,
(I bemusedly, kindly, readily, willingly
acknowledge (while zippily wiggling
mine button nose)
naysaying belonging to species and genus
Oryctolagus cuniculus Yemenite
my matter of fact honest to dog aim to write
creating literary masterpiece considerably
far less than one terabyte
no way no how attests
(quintessentially, simultaneously, vociferously...
waving shaky spear less to prove point
versus making verses to feign)
being adept with skill set of playwright
while playing fair and as (unbeknownst
until just recently) privileged white knight
such unfairness motivates
participation with Cherry Hill, New Jersey
Unitarian reparations group
genuine fellowship doth excite.
Caffeine consumption
creative process helps jumpstart
impossible mission to chart
outcome regarding crafting poem
analogous to elusive prey
thoughts slither and dart
to and fro, hither and yon
yet how ideal if literary endeavor
could possibly be mapped out
courtesy devine English flowchart
distinct symbols representing
how branching outcomes show start
to finish plot encompassing
picture of broken heart,
where love labour's lost
where all's well that ends well
pertaining to romantic tragedy
cue Romeo and Juliet
rent asunder torn apart.
Shakespeare's quill gave Romeo and Juliet a tragic ending
but that's a sad love story I think needs a bit of mending.
Yes, he's the Bard, but quite frankly it broke my heart
to learn they both died needlessly. I hated that part.
In my rewritten dialogue between them, I'd find a way
to change their ill-fated future and have Juliet say,
"Romeo, it's only for you that my heart will ere yearn.
I will simply fake my death and when our families learn
that we've left Verona, we will be married... man and wife
and be together as we have planned, happy with life."
The messenger she sent to give Romeo the good news,
I'd replace with a more diligent one that I would choose.
I'd have made the couple more intelligent and shrewd,
perhaps put an end to the Montague and Capulet feud.
The tale of star-crossed lovers would end on a happy note,
without Juliet seeming to have died. No need for an antidote.
When Juliet says, "Romeo. Romeo. Wherefore art thou?"
He would come to her on the balcony, and he would vow...
"Juliet, I swear, never did my heart love until now.
For I never saw true beauty til this night,
and if perchance our families had forbidden us to wed,
from Verona we would've left. From Italy we would've fled.
With apologies to Shakespeare, my edit I would offer,
not a penny nor one Euro would I take for my coffer.
Indulge me for just a moment for I'm a romantic at heart,
and dared alter the ending by not keeping the couple apart.
(03/07/11)
I am not the only love you can get.
But ! My love will always be there
On that you can bet.
Tell me ! Who can love you like I do
Who will build their world around you.
Who will love you day and night
And for your love gladly fight.
Who else can treasure holding your hand
And with your emotions understand.
How can my love feel so right
And grow so strong
When they say that this is wrong.
Why should age be a factor
When love is all we’re after.
Romeo and Juliet had a love affair
With the age difference they did not care.
Juliet at the time was a mere thirteen
While Romeos age could not be seen.
Now if this love story is really true
Why can’t it happen between me and you.
Love me as I love you, and you will see
This is the way it was meant to be.
“Who will” be there every step of the way
And love you every day?
ME
That summer of 1969 in Venice still resonates within me...
A Slovak boy, Mario, and an Italian girl, Laura – fourteen and thirteen years old.
She had long chestnut hair and captivating eyes…
We sat on a bank by a bridge in the evening,
while illuminated boats floating on the lagoon.
The song Sotto le stelle, Beneath the Stars, played from a nearby bar.
I listened with amazement to that melodic speech, watching her charming gestures.
I didn't understand a word, yet I felt a blissful warmth in my heart...
Suddenly, heavy rain began to fall; Laura gave me a quick kiss on the cheek
and vanished under the arcade of a weathered building.
Just then, a shooting star fell...
I have carried the imprint of her lips in my heart all my life.
An intimate moment born of passion,
a kiss morphs into a fantasy dream.
And fueling feelings of elation,
Love wrestles my heart into submission.
I feel led, perchance manipulated,
yet not leery of the destination.
For like a fragrant flower in full bloom,
love lures my heart with the nectar of hope.
Your eyes, like pools of liquid emeralds,
peer into the breadth and depth of my soul.
And much like Romeo and Juliet,
we believe our love will last forever.
Igniting explosive feelings, desire
is aroused by the magic of our kiss.
And as love takes us beyond ecstasy,
to euphoric bliss, we do not resist.
Adrenaline pumping, I watched brave Spartacus
take his last doomed stand against Roman oppressors.
Eyes misting with tears, I reached the climax of
a beautifully choreographed West Side Story,
where a modern Romeo and Juliet tale plays out in gang-filled NYC.
Also in the 60’s I sat through a Psycho shower scene
that went on to include a Hitchcockian ending that blew my mind!
From the Splendor in the Grass passion I viewed on tv re-runs
to the innocence of Gidget and Tammy in Love and
to the he-man action of cowboy and war movies seen with my stepdad;
by the end of the 60’s I was helplessly and utterly hooked on movies.
In the later 70’s I vowed to catch a show each weekend from thereon in,
within an actual movie theater where films NEED to be seen and heard!
Multiply 54 weekends a year times 40+;add all the shows from my childhood.
Tack onto that my 80's to 90's video movie marathons.
Onto that add cable movies, series, and Netflix.
How many movies have I seen in my lifetime?
How many movies have I reviewed on internet sites and on Facebook?
It staggers my mind to imagine. I am one of movies’ biggest fans,
and I am . . . utterly obsessed.
March 29, 2021
For the ''U'' Contest, New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
One floating away into the stars
magically opening up windows
a fairy princess flies royal
in a realm crowning regal kingdom
Dazzling beautiful moonbeam's
sparkling dew petal soft starlight
touching moments gleam diamond
caressing thoughts sweetest heart tenderly
Magic weaving ribbons spell
in desire softness shining warm light
stroking warm dusting angel feathers
enchanting lips under spell
falling kissing beauty
Sweetly waves dance
sure as the moon reflection rises
a fairy tale dream begins gleaming
She stands there motionless form
sparkling jewels spell bound blinding grace
Sweetly filled by waves emotions pop from his kiss
Pink champagne bubbles bursting flavors and roars in her blood
Sensitive skin like a stormy sea crawling warmly underneath
silver glittering dazzling in moon light reflections
A golden rain with white water lilies
Romeo and Juliet at the Opera - to be or not to be
all waves crash and land on shores
A beautiful love story under the moonlight
Paddling lonely on his lily leaf
he tasted lips the frog
But this is something bigger ...
touches heart and soul walking hand in hand
paradise a droplet of dew falls spiritually
Spiraling rippling fingers of energy
a really beautiful adventure begins
four chambers magically open up
Touching warm caressing emotions softly
inside an unknown world redeemed in light
Time has shown me this simple truth
That the light that shines from high above
makes the whole world bright
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
Waiting to blossom at the bright coming morn
So true even in the darkest pits walking towards destiny
eternally shining forever in the house of beauty
Always warm miracle embracing
rays flutter warmly angel feathers
wings touching inside feathers of soft satin silk
Dewdrops rainbow bouquet color sun shining gold
brightly glimmering with hope
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and
Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 30.12.2014 -
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