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I think of you
I see you
I see you in my glass mirror
undressing the night
I see you
I see the reflection of your smile
and beauty of your eyes
as my bare shoulders glow
Wrapped in a golden shawl
of a rising star
I think of you
I hear you
I listen to your whispers
through the symphony of waves
crawling gently to the shore
of my open arms
I think of you
I smell you
I smell the scent of your lips
A sweet aroma of fresh spring rain
falling softly on my hair
I think of you
I feel you
I feel your caress
I feel you rocking me
in the cradle of the moon
Pouring honey in my dreams
and rose-petals 'pon my heart
I think of you
I see you,hear you,smell you,feel you
And when I close my eyes
I taste you
I taste your crystallized sugars
of million candies in a jar
I think of you
In the stillness of my room
You're never too far
Wherever I am
is wherever you are
I think of you.
Inspired by the beautiful poems I read for the contest 'I think of You'
Not for the contest,but thanks for the inspiration.
Scanter hours of daylight during fall.
Without your grace, I’d not be here at all.
Lilies can smell dew in the countryside.
Sitting on the green and resting side-by-side.
The Quahog calm has a clear few worries.
For so long, a rock amid the din or hurries
He gets his thrills by screening krill.
One gram daily is his sinful thrill.
If nature calls, one must jump on the phone.
You can lose everything you own.
If you do not, you will miss your chance.
Or you will wet your pants from the circumstance.
The beauty of nature is publicly available.
Most men shun it solely, as it's predictable.
trees that were plunged and ridden.
Daily fauna injuries stay hidden.
Despite my wishes, I could not reach the moon.
Smoke over the sea rose too soon.
I must swap roses for weeds.
How love burns by planting seeds.
Our plates float and collide.
My failure threads tremble and chide.
making my shoulders shrug in unison.
While my oceans churn like a hooligan.
Written: October 31, 2022
As usual, you smile at my downfall
I will endure this pain and get on the ball
I must mend my broken wings to fly
I will lend you a hand as you pass me by
You will see me rockin the misery boat
You will smile with glee as soon as I'm gone
You will see me aboard the misery boat
You will wave goodbye and good luck to move on
Love is a tennis match for a game of two...it's all fake news and the bothersome blues
I will survive this hardship before me with nothing to win and nothing left to lose
Believe that I can escape these waves of emotion with or without your guidance
Relieve the scars that refuse to heal and make me smell your faithful fragrance
Too long have I been crying these tears of shame
Too long have I longed to belong in this love game
It's been a while since you've even considered my utmost needs
I must get off the misery boat and cut down some worthless weeds
If only you'd listen to my plea
If only you'd come clean to me
Go on and tell the truth of me and you
Instead, you left me in pieces out of the blue
I thought better of you
The things I say are true
I sought your voice of benevolence
I rode the tides of tribulation without your guidance
Now, I must leave
Please do not grieve
You should have gave me an ear to hear me out
Of course, you let me down without a doubt
I guess I will be rockin the misery boat
With or without you...it's the things you do
I suppose I will be on my own on this trip with this note I wrote
It's about all the things you put me through
-March 26, 2018-
Here I lie in your garden of hurt, surrounded by the bitter truth, that you have embedded into this dirt
The loving hands that used to tenderly brush the dirt away, now has no time to till away in this garden that he helped to create
So instead of the beautiful flowers that once resided here, that he loved to touch and smell their fragrant scent, lies nothing but weeds of forgotten days, now that he has something that is meant
See I used to be his happiness, I was his retreat, his serenity, but now I am no longer needed, I am just an annoyance, like a ragweed
So here I lie surrounded by what you used to love, and I crave and need your sustenance, just a little touch
Please won’t you cry for me and just let the tears give me the peace that I seek? I am withering away in this garden of hurt and all that I need is just a little relief
I need to be wanted, to be cared for, like you once did, I need you to show me love and nurture me, you don’t know how much I need this
But instead you chose to destroy the garden of hurt that once meant something to you, with your words of truthfulness that came out like poisonous venom from you
Why don’t you just dig me up and throw me to the side? The way that I feel you did, in my real life
You promised to place roots down in me and you wanted our love to grow, but when it all became too much like work, you decided that you must go
You couldn’t take the time, you couldn’t give me what it was that I needed from you, although what you may not understand is that I wanted nothing, I only wanted you
But that was the one thing that you were unable to give to me, and I understand why because you already had a rose garden, and you didn’t have time for the weeds.
I must obey my dark necessities.
So, I cloak and dagger.
duck and dive, cover and cower.
over troubled tides and certain danger
I lace my shoes tight.
and slip, silent, down the shadowed street
seeking an open door spilling steam and heat
Here is where they find gods in neon lights.
and in the corners of alleys there are intersections of momentary distraction
My shoes drift over cobblestone and crushed pebbles as I run into his location
a boarding house for dispatches from the wild, where sunsets are the colour of mimosas and beaches contain all the sands of memory.
up the fire escape stairs
corrugated, creaking, crusted with rust
clanging under me
I just need to see him.
this everlasting rebel of the normal
A skylark aglow in the red lights
like a fever has come over his body
a blushing of momentous occasion
an enthusiastic embrace of everything primal
a scream to a sigh
They say the end is nigh.
I throw my chucks over a power line where they snag and swing.
nevermore shall I pass away.
eternal—our words are woven eternal.
And safe haven is where my eyes
land on your body
and I can take it all in
and I can wrap myself inside.
take off my bomber jacket.
and remain a while.
The last sigh
The last beseech.
of empty sky
and the end of all Goodbyes
and in the morning light
those sneakers still swing from their perch.
and I smell toast.
slightly singed, but stirred with soul
and I smile.
with my eyes
because I know I am home
It's 3 a.m. The universal witching hour, so of course, I'm wide awake.
The snarly opossums are on the porch, fighting over a delicious corn-fed steak.
Sophie Dog is on the back of the couch, growling at an unseen spirit.
Heavy cigarette smoke smell assaults my nose, proof my father is near it.
He has been gone since '84, but at 3 a.m. this does not matter.
Mother-in-law throws a blue dish in the kitchen, an ominous clatter.
"I know you are here," I haughtily remind them. yet with a bit of force.
"No reason to throw dishes or blow smoke, go back to your heavenly source."
A quick glimpse out of the corner of my eye, a smile reminiscent of Lee.
Time to go back to bed and astral travel with my ancestors around me.
A cardboard box tumbles
Down the dark and empty street.
Cold gray houses stand watch,
No life within, their voices stilled,
Their wide eyes vacant.
On the porches furniture shrouds
Flap and tear in the bitter wind.
Dry leaves swirl and whisper.
Do these sentinels remember?
Do they see a different time?
Surely they are waiting
For the children’s laughter,
The banging screen door,
The clatter of skateboards,
People calling from the street?
Do they long for summer -
Sweet, salty air blowing
Through their open doors,
The smell of beach roses,
The squeaking of a porch swing?
Do they recall a warmth of sun
Soaking into their brittle,
Cold, arthritic bones?
For now, though, they stand waiting,
Staring down the empty street,
Watching the cardboard box
Tumbling end over end
Along the dusty road,
Watching the dry leaves swirl
And spin into small tornadoes,
Watching for summer.
My flower lies within, a sight that few have seen.
Protected and hidden by sharp thorns and leaves of green.
An innocence ripped away at a very early age.
My flower's locked away in a cold and lonely cage.
Pain and loneliness now partnered with a lost child’s soul.
A broken heart now pleading to once again be whole.
Looks can be deceiving a flower hidden forever be.
Most will see just thorns never looking in to truly see.
It dwells within the darkness overlooked and locked away.
Living without light, in my dreams it does gently sway.
Maybe the day will come when my hidden cage is found.
I hope true love’s key will set me free from the pain that surrounds.
This land has many flowers some of their beauty is hard to see.
Many eyes and many beholders, from sea to shining sea.
Beauty is seen by all, but noticed by just a few.
Stop and smell the roses, may their beauty see you through.
*The Flower, The Thorn or Both Poetry Contest*
7-7-20
As I rolled by...
Today,
on my way,
from here to there.
I saw a man,
dead.
He was laying,
on the ground,
his cheek upon
the pavement.
His body prone
and yet partly...
twisted.
He lay still.
No one touched him.
No-one turned him.
The ground...
burned his flesh.
The smell...
awful.
The police came.
They were not in a hurry.
The fire trucks were next.
They were all too late...
to make a difference.
How many would if they could?
How many do when they can?
How many don't?
I watched.
Not hurriedly they talked.
Not quickly they moved.
It was okay.
As the man,
he was...
still.
He did not complain.
There was no one to say...
a word.
Today we went to the zoo,
clouds scud high and the sky was blue.
Mum,sis and me filed in the queue,
Gran and Gramps waited too.
Giant giraffes,six metres tall,
looked over a stable stall.
Short sighted rhinos with a keen sense of smell,
hippos wallowing in a mud-filled well.
Asian elephants lifting logs,
leaving the crowd all agog.
Gorillas foraging fancy free,
penguins 'catching' fish for tea.
Free to roam,bok and antelope,
sea lions leaping over a rope.
Amazing scenes to recall and digest,
picnic places to eat and rest.
Gift shop,ices and more besides,
entertainment diverse and wide.