Long Sleeve Poems
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jalapeno peppers
parading their truth proudly
making the fried tortilla laugh
oranges and the brightest azure blues
the sizzle of a skillet
my mouth salivates
strumming of a banjo
bluegrass music and cotton candy
my food hot against its cardboard sleeve
glitzy pink neon lights
smell of hot popcorn
laughter from all over the midway
Iowa state fair magic
carnival barkers screaming for my attention
fireworks will start in an hour
reading of my palm
her eyes are wizened
I am intrigued, her predictions magical
enjoying this day
in an innocent way
excitement extraordinaire
alive at fifteen
flirted at by sixteen
memory that still makes me smile at sixty-eight
Here we sit...
On the front porch of our twilight
Losing savings to our daylight
Sometimes forgetting who we are
Placing bets...
On who death holds up his sleeve
Being the next one to leave
While counting our lucky stars
Where we've been...
Flashes in the background
Further back than right now
As the morning is a blur
Being kept...
Alive on pills and promises
And what little money we have left
Before they show us to the door
And with that said...
We might say it all again
With who, what, where, and even when
As our minds commence to rust
Happened so fast...
Like a 3 minute pop song
Blink too fast and it's gone
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
In the distance I hear soft music on the radio.
The air is still and silence holds us
In her arms.
Quiet Sunday morning
Rode past the field where geese rested
Looking from far away
Like a flock of pigeons
In the sun.
See so many different kinds of brick,
Angles of rooftops,buildings haphazardly
Added to before planning laws.
I sit and watch the people pass,
Some happy,one weeping though she assured me
It's merely an allergy;
An allergy to loss?
Yes,I'm allergic to loss.
Loss makes my eyes water and my nose run.
Where does all that water come from?
Pass me your handerchief,mine is a ladies
Since men must work and women weep
Surely we should have the biggest hankies?
Men can wipe their nose on their sleeve
As long as they are not wearing their hearts there!
Or they might consider sharing hankies.
How kind;for at times, almost,
Every one weeps.
If I was a book would you read me
Even if my outside was not interesting
Even if my spine was worn and weak
Even if time had left me aged in defeat
If I was a heart on a sleeve
Would you see my spark or ignore me
Would you take part in my fantasy
Would you be love smart or dumb downing
If I was a ghost would u pray
For my deliverance in the true faith
Would you guide me into the light
Or would your fear condemn me twice
If I was a baby would u carry me
For nine months and keep sharing
Heart and lung and love and peace
Air and sun also Son of divinity
If I was a poem in your heart
Could you be strong follow God
And right all wrongs right from start
The messages known of holy star
Alas only a flawed human I exist
Riding the wind desiring a kiss
Of love and destiny in God's grace
Grateful for gold Son smiles on face.
You know I could have been a rich man,
maybe a Hollywood movie star.
Or rocking out on some spot-lit stage,
singing songs and playing my guitar.
My fans would swoon and beg to touch me,
and they would tell me that I’m just grand.
But because of you, I’m all alone,
too afraid of failure to make a stand.
Chorus:
I don’t want you. I don’t need you,
not gonna stay here and feed you.
Because I have got a new plan,
I’m hiding here inside my sleeve.
Done with doubting and with lying,
with failing at what I’m trying.
I know I can do anything,
as long as I can just believe.
I have decided to move along,
stop lying here curled up on the floor.
Forget the past it can kiss my ass,
I’m gonna toss you right out the door.
Not listening to what you have to say,
you’re always telling me what to do.
Now get out of here and hit the road,
cause you and me are finally through.
Repeat Chorus:
So, if like me, you’ve spent all your life,
trying hard to make your dreams come true
But every time you nearly reached one.
Old Man Doubt took it away from you.
If you’re too afraid to start over,
and don’t know if you can dream again.
Don’t listen to what he has to say,
because Old Man doubt sure ain’t your friend.
You've endured pain
I cannot fathom
Your heart stained
Gut wrenching spasm
For once, I admit
I have no words
Nothing to spit
But useless curd
The anger has oozed
In my direction
I should have snoozed
Gave back affection
These words have meaning
The knife runs deeper
My pride, I'm cleaning
But I'm not a sleeper
Heart on sleeve
Pleading for praise
My fans leave
Self worth is hazed
Obvious, the question
The answer is clear
No need for election
I'll dry your tear
Who am I
If I can't forgive
If I don't try
Why should I live
God built me better
I'm not here for me
We can do this together
No apologies
Sometimes the tide rolls out
and the shoreline is exposed;
we see shells, crustaceans and other things,
that were right under our nose.
Then the tide rolls back in
and they're covered up again;
water is all we see,
underneath is a mystery.
Sometimes my tide is in;
my emotions are hidden;
what goes on inside of me
is not easy to conceive.
But, sometimes my tide is out;
thoughts and feelings inside show;
emotions are worn on my sleeve
and the real me you can get to know.
I do not have a tide chart,
telling you which state I am in;
the moon does not influence my tides;
the times of each are not even.
If you catch me at high tide
don't expect emotions to show;
if tears begin to fill my eyes
you know my tide is low.
Just be careful where you sit,
or your things might get swept away;
or that walk into the water
might be real far away.
And know that when you're with me,
the tides will ebb and flow;
stay long enough, my mood will change,
and a different part of me will show.
Full on
Couldn’t sleep last night,
Got love on my mind.
Want to travel through time,
To the point where you are mine.
I saw you sat there looking so beautiful,
That’s when I decided I want you as my girl.
It’s been a while since my life was so full on,
Now you’ve got me hoping the emptiness is gone.
Believing in miracles again,
Is it time to play?
Fearless to the pain,
This day.
Got my head in your direction
And my heart on my sleeve.
I believe you are perfection,
Do you believe in me?
Will you hold me close,
Or let me go?
Living life in currency of ‘what if’s’ and ‘maybe’s’,
Who knows what the future holds…
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Mistakes are apart of life, it's a given, that's the beauty of it. In an instance pain & turmoil
can hover over you like a black cloud, the past is the past it's all about the right now. I'm
livin off experience and in these days positive communication people ain't really listening to
they don't make men & women like they used to love ain't what it used to be, trial & error is
one step closer to being free unconditional love is needed so before I settle for less and
compromise my faith i save face keep it moving and keep them platonic friends, yet I still
await my woman to arrive so heaven sent, what's taken her so long to find me is she really
that hesitant nevermind that I just continue to eat my daily bread yeah spiritual leavening in
the essence I never fell off thart bike I'm still peddling, my God is able to do exceedingly so I
wear my heart on my sleeve for the hell of it life ain't nothin but a highly anticipated
suspense movie but the black guy doesn't die in this one. This ain't a fairy tale but I then
seen some re-runs yeah I hear evil but check it I don't see none still I await my queen's
arrival patiently all in due season
My uncle wears a dress
I heard my uncle talking
About his favourite dress,
And how he needs a new one
As its old and in a mess.
He says it`s frayed and tattered
And the pleats are wearing flat,
So he will need to get a new one
That goes right with his hat.
He also wears a frilly blouse
With ruffles on his sleeve,
And a great big shinny belt buckle
That makes it hard to breath.
He wears his purse around his waist
And his socks up to his knees,
They are wrapped in long black ribbons
With legs as thick as trees.
He says he needs a nice Red hat
But I’m sure it’s just a ruse,
And some new bright brass buttons
And a pair of shinny shoes.
The buttons are for his own coat
As he says it still fits snug,
And a shawl for over his shoulder
The same size as our rug.
He has a flower in his coat
And a feather in his hat,
And his great big hairy moustache
Looks like a ginger cat.
I`m worried for my uncle
If he`s wearing women’s clothes,
They just won’t suit his hairy legs
His big red beard and nose.
I’ve had to let my parents know
But dad laughs and thinks it`s a hoot,
I think we should buy him men’s shoes
And maybe a nice new suit.
Then when I saw him in his new clothes
I was sure he would look a mess
Till I saw my hairy uncle,
In his brand new highland dress.
THE END