Long Rose colored Poems
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"I choose optimism over fatalism because I'm
too determined to be conquered."
~ by poet
I would embrace life with optimism
rather than feel resigned to dark despair
I prefer to see the world through a prism
filled with colorful beauty everywhere
Optimistic people don't mope and brood
In negativity they don't wallow
"This too shall come to pass," their attitude
when worry is a hard pill to swallow
It's not rose colored glasses that they wear
They are not naive or ambivalent
And don't for a moment think they don't care
Optimism prevents cause to lament
Hope gives optimists reason to cheer
It's happiness and health we should revere
Smooth roll down my throat through my temple
Seriously scent of grapes roams to my nose
Pink Moscato nights kept me with rose colored glasses
Settling for less looking for validation outside myself
Tall plastic wine glass melted as you lit my world on fire
Old wine; long nights passion lustful nights
Left broken stuck in confusion with the wonders
Old wine left my soul feeling used up as you fled away
Bring Cristal into my world she my new wine
High class standards set high can’t be mixed,
Mixed with old wine
Pop that bottle let’s celebrate
New wine new blessings
Everyone can’t go everyone can’t drink your new wine
Chilled on ice as life’s changing
Cristal feels fresh and free going through my body
Leaves me with no headaches nor sorrows
Thank you new wine goodbye old wine
Bubbly as you twirl around my tall wine glass
New wine no old wine please...
Dulce Dream
The exact same one, always of
you!
When you are away,I awake.
With cotton-candy kisses.
Warm lip clouds, aglow!
Tasting the delicacy of you.
Caroused ,surrealistic dreams,
of the spin of life we share.
The music, vibrantly enchanting.
A choral mosaic of love ever after.
Sipping a tall, cool lemonade.
As you carry me laughingly up
Thick, rose-colored, carpeted stairs.
Holding onto you, my Greek teddy
bear!
After so many years through love
and tsunamis of laughter!
The twirling ride of you.
Locked in eternal embrace.
Yes, just we two, whose love
By time, cannot efface!
December 4, 2019
Form:
Am I dead or dreaming? Lightfoot and scheming.
My head is full, I’m not sure which persona is in charge.
Have taken strong opiates, many too illegal to mention.
Unleash me, woman. Give me some sort of detention.
Let me be. Leave me alone. I have to be me.
We never were a complete or lovely we.
I’m too intelligent to be fooled by your endearments or looks.
My upbringing offered sordid truths that fed others lies.
You’re the crazy one. Unleash your stifling grappling hooks.
You are insane, with those rose-colored glasses on your hazel eyes!
I was raised by wolves, posing as Catholic redeemers and upstanders.
Evil creatures hiding in parishes on Sunday, pretending to be….
People who do the right thing, live morally, caring for children.
I knew the truth of them, they were liquor whores since I was wee.
Throwing me a life line? That makes me laugh. You want to save me?
I scoff at your holy handedness, your righteousness, your prissy stupidity.
I am well above your station, and we were never a thing, never could be.
My mind is shaking my soul out of her uncaring attitude at your weird lucidity.
I have saved myself, you see. So fly away, interferer, just let me be!
There is no we, never has been, and will never be, you see.
I am always, forever, and chronically only “me”.
Raised by wolves, heading toward my own morbidity.
A bouquet of fresh air never fades.
In an intimate setting,
The ocean is veiled in secrecy,
Murmuration's breathtaking patterns.
Starlings moving as one entity.
The ego is a third party,
Your secret admirer.
Harmony without effort in nature,
Dreaming up a vast green pasture,
This is no ordinary slumber.
Sweet, rose-colored winds of change,
The ocean is an incompatible weather vane.
Dread and dream are but a consonant apart.
Into a hush-hush mise en scène,
A doe runs from perceived fears
But makes a choice to stay.
Fantasy is freed into reality.
A lighthouse does not chase ships.
The ocean is deep, not shallow.
It is the birthplace of time in Heaven.
That pop you hear
is just another can of pinworms being opened
by the disgruntled, the entitled, the privileged.
Cackling about what they think they lack.
While ignoring the many things they do or could have.
They cluster together in a bait ball of perpetual misery
(of their own making).
Pointing stinky middle fingers at anybody that doesn't agree.
With their funhouse mirror philosophy...
In the (mean) time they grow fat off freebies.
Courtesy of (term limitless) pinkies in government.
Using the stinkies to divide the masses.
While taxing the crap out of the working class.
To perpetuate a two-class system made up of sheep herders and sheep.
With a big blue-collar hole in between....
and as long as the stinkies are miserable,
the pinkies have gotten what they want.
And will continue to fill our blue-collar noses
with the rose-colored snot of their bad intentions....
and that buzz that you'll soon be hearing
is the last of the sheep being sheared.
The Dreamers©
I think oft what it would be like to be one of them
To look at the world through rose colored glasses
Where the world is perfect according to my childhood dreams
In that dream I would be a pilot, handsome and tall
A world traveler to boot
I would be married to the girl next door
The vivacious blonde with that voluptuous figure
Somehow as if by magic I would be rich as well as famous
My model looks would have me featured in a magazine
This would be a follow up to my bestselling book which is
Now being turned into the greatest movie of all time
The movie is a documentary about my days as a rock star
It would highlight my younger years
As a pro athlete and renowned artist extraordinaire
The captivating television interview for my hit movie
Held at my countryside estate overlooking the ocean
It is prominently featured in Homes & Gardens magazine
Having won the lottery my days are filled with
Time to spend with family and friends at will
Or inventing the greatest next best thing
My ideal children seemingly raise themselves
To become childhood prodigies
When I come back to reality in my modest home
Readying myself to go to my everyday job
And writing poetry waiting to be discovered
I wonder “Is this as good as it gets”
Andreas Simic©
Rose colored glasses long ago shattered...
No time for phantom kisses...
Nor faux acts of love...
The keeper of this heart—
will captivate me unpretentiously...
Taking me as I am...
Sweeping me off my feet
sending my soul on a mission of surprise
mingled with admiration...
Whisk me away on his magic carpet—
to a special place with the prospect of sharing
a spirituality that’ll rival mythical God’s...
Build a trust that no one can bring to naught...
Be my hero—my gift with no expected reciprocity...
Hold me in his arms with insane intensity;
as if there is no tomorrow...
Make me feel loves heat
with no intention of starting a fire...
Awe me with his contemplation of my desires
without my asking...
Penetrate my heart with a percussion
that strikes a cord of sweet melodies...
Igniting a conscious love journey
that will renew time and time again
as we vehemently love each other veraciously...
21 Jan 2019 11:46 Am
I shant see another day
As clearly as today
For with every day and every year
The eye become less clear
Fogged with worry and smudged with pain
Frosted with indifference and distorted with hatreds rain
A life lived hurried turns hearts to stone
Wearing blinders to see the future while the present is at home
We think that we live when we work and we give
While life pours away like water through a sieve
Positive thinking is rose colored glasses
Hiding and disguising the evil of the masses
Aleaving the sypmtoms does not cure the disease
Pretending life is easy does not make it a breaze
Peace does not come by giving in
Love is not forced but givin from within
Faith is our hope of life to live again
A life without worry, sorrow, pain and sin
You promised you’d always be around even when you had to make yourself look so silly to make me smile even when I couldn’t you we’re always around even when it meant making the impossible possible even when it caused all eyes to open fingers pointing name calling finally settling down you promised to always make me laugh smile and know that you will be there right there even when you caused the stir in the first place funny right seeing through rose colored glasses remembering the vagueness of it all was there really a time where laughter was all we had I guess so cause I simply can’t help laughing even in the most trying times I find laughter peeking around the corner saying guess who I fall all over myself again craving another glass of Dom Perignon just because the bubbles tickles my nose making me laugh thinking of a calmer time a calmer place sitting across the desk watching your eyes move around the room who were we then looking into the future with a giant grin knowing the future was ours we owned it and didn’t give a dam who knew funny how life moves us lifting our dreams right off the ground soaring on a magic carpet ride over land and sea it truly is okay to laugh you know it truly is okay to dream like right now dreaming you’re here looking me square in my eyes saying what is it let me put that smile back on your face the only way I know how you know I’m always going to be around always the sun winks there it is that smile and in an instant I began laughing again see I told you I’d always be around I’m never ever leaving you no matter what you got that do you well good that’s my girl