Long Shies Poems
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The facets of love.
I love you, and your face loves itself
for its perfect nose, green eyes and rosy lips
your fragrance has a narcissistic allure.
The way you walk, the pavements adore you
Rain shies away not to make your hair wet.
I love you, and your face loves itself.
When you cross the street horn bleats
by themselves, white cars turn pink
your fragrance has a narcissistic allure.
The sun doesn’t burn your skin makes
it golden glows in the dark
till one day the mirror tells of a wrinkle
you know years are ganging on you
your enemy is time, wait in the wings
The furrows settle on your forehead
I love you but your face doesn’t love itself
Car horns do not blare anymore
Get off the road, you lazy old woman.
Your fragrance of youth has lost its allure.
he does not know that he is small
in his world, he's nine feet tall
the little black dog with the long tail
sees the world high is he's being held
over the fence, his eyes are trained
his ears perk up as he observes his domain
his little head moves side to side
nothing will escape his roaming eye
he knows where the neighbor's cat shies away
he knows the field kids like to play
he knows each pet in other yards
he's perched up high like a little czar
if i gently put him down
his fuzzy face wears a frown
he yaps and yelps jumping in the air
wanting me to raise him where his view is clear
i place him up in my arm and hand
he sees the world at his command
the little dog so proud and defiant
he thinks he's so big my little giant
Scenes of love
I love you, but you love the mirror
thinks your nose is perfect
green eyes and rosy lips
your fragrance has a narcissistic
allure, as you take the last look
in the hallway mirror before
leaving for the ball
Ah, the way you walk, pavements
adore you, rain shies away to
save your hair from bother
When you cross the road, car horns
blast by themselves, white cars
turn pink
The sun doesn't burn your skin
makes it golden in the afternoon
and glows in the night
Until one day, the mirror sees a wrinkle
years are ganging up on you
the enemy time is waiting in the wing
furrows settle on your forehead
I love you, but the mirror doesn't love
itself, insults are remembered
Get off the road, you silly old cow
your scent of youth has lost its aroma
still, you smile, sure of one thing
I will always love you
The thick forest's hill with wild flowers
rolls through perfumed daises meadows,
that are a haven to lovely hummingbirds:
among thick trees there no waterfowls!
These colorful birds avoid eerie darkness,
they wake up at the appearance of light;
they can't wait to dominate those vast vallies:
hear their shrill as they start their daily flight!
We all think that the above shies are peaceful,
even birds fight for supremacy as humans do;
I grumble at such cruelty feeling unwonderful:
we admire space but ignoring God is a taboo!
The brown and white stallions gallop slowly,
it's not a battleground where they can neigh;
they follow the horse trail breathing serenely:
and while ballistic missiles blast, I smell death!
Though rather tepid,
this aspect of my life,
I coon sitter tubby cool
and hoop fully ye
(unknown reader
will quickly warm)
e'en if thee option
to stay abed
might cuz ya to drool
though this re: son hubble
mister rhyme stir
(in this instance) enjoyably
playing the role
of "FAKE" fool
barely breaking a cerebral sweat,
sans minimally exerting
mine mental capacity,
(which got set
to cruise control)
luxuriating at exemption, space/
time continuum junction,
and option to arise
whenever I want, joyfully cries,
sans this pleasure to exercise
allowance to avoid "rat race,"
(though mine circadian
rhythm usually jostles
me (Joe Cur)
awake mid morning,
when dream state flies
away Chuck Norris lies,
no explanation to include
above name sake),
this will be my oh
chew weary,
boot before thy demise
lemme summarily apprise
circumstances (moost NOT
envied by other gals and guise)
cuz receiving social security disability
(predicated on major panic attacks,
social anxiety,
and schizoid personality
disorder NOT tubby confused
with schizophrenia) defies
explanation former severe
debilitating, harrowing,
and lacerating symptoms
decreased with medication,
yet the better (or rather
worse) part of my life,
argh...time to shies and Ryan!
I ride my horse, I ride it fast, I’ve never known it to complain,
it doesn’t speak, it doesn’t weep, it takes me through the pouring rain.
I give it oats, I brush its coat, I keep it warm in Winter’s days.
close to my home, close to my kids, close to my heart it always stays.
I found a mare, I’ve oats to spare, it now has found its company.
if she is cold, and shies away, it knows its friend is always me.
a year has passed, a colt was born, I watch them all run in the field,
and as I work, as I grow old, my love for them can’t be concealed.
no pulling carts, no pulling plows, nothing but grazing in the grass,
my kids will love each generation, and care for each one when I pass.
Reflection of the moon
In the water pool
So shiny and mysterious
I try to touch it with my hand
But it shies away
And winks at me
In a lustful way
Seductively smiling
In my face from far away
I reach my hand again
And catch the edge
Of the reflection
But it slips away
Like a garden snake
In to the depth
Of shady darkness
And from the bottom
Entangled in the weeds
Stares at me affectionately
With a wide smile
On a pale oval face
I try to reach again
With my fingertips
And the reflection sinks
Into even deeper darkness
I lean over its’
Beautiful shiny face
And lock it with my gaze
I feel water with my skin
My eyes my ears
My heart my hair
Suddenly I realize
I am looking at the moon
Through the depth of
Its’ own reflection
Kiss him.
Drag him to the mall for a chocolate shake.
Notice how he shies across the table in a crowded mall,
sitting, sipping chocolate.
Wait for the crowd to dissipate,
go home.
And kiss him.
Get a massage by him.
Kiss him again
this time, like someone at the brink of madness.
Fight with him.
Cry in front of him.
Then, when he is gone,
cry for him.
Wait for him and
stare at the blankness kept right above the tip of your novel.
Huddle up in one corner and wait for him to sleep beside you
Let the coldness melt away in his arms.
His arms- strong like a leap of faith-
an escape from nightmares.
Wake up in the morning
As lazy as the winter sun
and try to find him through a sleepy daze
Feel safe.
Feel loved.
Kiss him again.
pink and blue shies
fluy white clouds
off in the distance
a bluish rainbow
coming down
thats the way we walk
talking about
the morning
we listen and we talk
in and moaning
what a wonderful world
we live in
two lovers
loving as time goes by
we stop for a kiss
we hug each other glad
might we remomise
what mad each other mad
the ground beneath shakes
we stop to recognize
look all around
smile alittle bit
about the joy we found
might i mention this
tell the whole world so
I found a wonderful
thing and i'll
never let her go
swap dew doo be dewy
swap de kissy
swap de kisy
ooh swap de dew
these words me
Ill always be trye
swap de dew bee goowe
hope you understand
You make me so happy
Happy is what I am
I try to pretend to be hard.
Cold, made of steel.
I wrestle with my silence.
Refuse to show emotions.
I lock my heart away.
I crush down what feelings may come my way.
There is a weakness that lives inside of me.
The pure hearts can only see.
They see so deep inside of me that I cannot hide away.
They smell it in the air.
They see it in my eyes.
They feel my heartbeat when I do not look away.
To the human eye is where it shies away.
Lost in humor or sarcasm.
Trying to run away.
What my soul so wishes my heart to have I block away.
When the pains of loneliness comes my way.
I lose myself, numbing senses.
Slowly the pain fades away.
I cannot say the words to you that have a meaning.
Even if it is felt so deep within.
Once said it's as though things will go asunder.
One begins to wonder what lies within that simple phrase.
So do not take my silence as a reference.
It is my defense, my walls holding its place.
I do not know where all this will lead.
I do not know what will become.
I know we share a unique connection.
Behind my walls, behind my secret door.
Be rest assured you will have a haven.
Know that there in my heart lies a reserved place.
Preserved for all time.
Stored till the end of time.