Long Romeos Poems
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Lively little Linda, lost love of long ago,
Willingly wandered west with wild Wanda Wilson
Traipsing twice from Tennessee to Tyler Texas
Then to Tucumcari, Tucson, and Tonopah.
Likely larks lured to Lilly’s Lovely Ladies’ Lounge
Hardly having hazards hover their honest heads,
Both babes badly beaten on broken brothel beds
Rescued by rowdy, robust, roving Romeos.
Fleeing, flush-faced, from flashy, fickle first page fame
Heading for home, heartily hoping for healing
Daily devoted to drive Denver to Dover
Wayne waited for Wanda; Louie longed for Linda.
Passionate peaceful pals purposed no purpled past,
Welcoming Wanda and Linda to love at last.
Tasty words! With ketchup served hot..
Shattered Romeos, lover’s paradise: NOT!
The odd desperate housewife, wanting more!
Tired with the ONE hubby real sore..
“Feeling blue” they summon the angels from the wind
Trying hard to kindle the reader’s insatiable flint!
Stupendous secrets succumbing into the great “Void”
Fearlessly the writer rescues his version of The Helen of Troy!
The War time heroes,
With their grueling woes…and wives bestowed with imperial wait
I turn the page with a numb conscience
Still not in for comments!
Its when I see the boy who runs from the world,
A rich kid, a football hunk, always with a pretty doll;
Searching for peace,
Not some corrupt grease:
Lying at the face of the human race:
He finds divinity in nature,
Happiness in the beggar’s couture
All the fantasies he has, and the reality he fakes
Makes my finger whisper, like silent snowflakes:
I applaud the struggling lad, I can feel
The need of the vision and the dream…
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(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
“Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”
William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet
Charisma
When he flashed that smile, with dimples and perfect chin,
the ladies’ knees grew weak and Romeos couldn’t win.
Not just the smile, but the North star twinkle in his eyes…
and the wink, not a blink, but a smoothness that electrifies.
He carries himself with grace, polite, yet bold and witty.
Around this charisma-dynamo, the opposite sex feels pretty.
He has his pick of every girl, in college, to his friends’ chagrin,
but the new girl, with Juliet-charisma, he’d have to kneel to win.
2/3/2023
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It hurts,
just looking at her hurts
The bond that connects me to her is not the other way round
It hurts to have a one sided love while the one you love hardly notices
The confidence to talk to her is washed away by our social class
She is beautiful and celebrated on collage but, I live a ghost life
She is s smiles with her equals, while I hide behind my book
Trying to describe her in words
It hurts to feel that the one you love was hurt by your own friend and that lives you
In throbbing for nothing you can do about it.
It hurts just beholding into her slick white round eyes knowing you hardly can get to her
So assertive I could be at times but it hurts when the audacity to tell her,” You are beautiful” fades away
It hurts to hear the tales of her and other Romeos than you
Oh my God it hurts
I even feel like I’m horrible, usually I feel dizzy with my heart pounding lethargically
All her movements’ in spectacle are always in a sluggish gesture and it hurts me when I glance her curved body in this motion
I only wish she may possibly discern, maybe my paper will get to express to her my tale
My sandman even cry when she passes by us since the sensation I have for goes beyond
If I were to reach a fortuitous of proving my feelings to her,
I would extinguish all my life just to demonstrate my affection and devotion to her exquisiteness
Her beauty is from the heart and fused with the prettiness of her appearance.
Sandoz… it hurts loving you short of you perceiving.
(07/09/11)
Can we write of centuries past of things
That we do not know, and can we recall
Things we read which puts our hearts aglow.
Can we feel Romeos words as he called to Juliet.
And can we feel Juliet s heart as she looked down
From her balcony.
when she felt her heart bursting
Wanting to be free.
Can we see Sampson and Delilah as
She cut off his hair.
Did she do it out of spite
Or did she really care.
Can we see Helen of troy s reaction
When they climbed out of the wooden horse
Did she truly love him, and did she feel remorse.
Can we feel MARY S pain as she had
To give up her begotten son
And did others feel the pain
Or was she the only one.
Can we imagine being nailed to that cross.
And the clothes that the soldiers did not keep
to the ground it would be tossed.
Can we imagine if we did not have
Hope, love, and faith
This is something I care not to contemplate.
Can we live without love-how would we survive
“CAN WE” ??????
Had I those depths that elsewhere thrive,
Swiftly I’d into your blissful fathoms dive;
And bid old pangs on the loveless shore
Eternal bye as I toe and hair slink below.
Breathlessly I’d raptured sink down till
Heart and mind grow all mute and still;
And yet explore your depths’ fairer find
By dainty dints of amorous ions twined.
I’d not satisfied yield to early pleasures
That delude shallower ocean creatures;
Deeper yet would my rapt cruising go,
Farther byeing old pangs of the shore.
If transient blisses be earlier found
In my fishy drifts downward bound,
Savor them I may but further glide
Beyond easy pies Romeos deride.
At last methinks I should espy
Your ocean’s bed before I die;
And even if not I must for now
Sink yet for deeper feel below.