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All of this time we've been apart, I've been so very thankful for all you gave to me
With your kind heart and generous soul, you shown me love and opened my eyes so I could
finally clearly see
It was something that before or after you I've never had the chance to live
You opened my heart and soul up to more than I could have ever wished for, more than I
could ever re-pay back or to you give
I loved you then and still love you now with all I am, every fiber of my being
Look at what being apart is doing all the precious time it's steeling so why from me do you
keep fleeing
All I do for you, while you're not looking, is keep on bleeding
Because I don't know how to let go when I know down deep it's you I'm so desperately
needing
You're not getting it yet, you're not clearly seeing
You will always and forever have my heart and soul until the end of time
Those moments and memories with you I keep in a safe place, no one can ever take them
from me for they are mine
I think of you often and when I do I try to smile
Even though all the while
I'm missing and wanting you so much with every single breath I take
I will keep on doing so no matter how much I must forever forsake
I've tried to be mad at you but I just can't, my heart and head are in the same place
My heart says hold on to what you feel with all you got, my head says stay true to him
because time sets it's own pace
Everything happens in it's own moments, it's own reasons, and it's own speed
Even though everyone does it really there's never any excuses in our lives to heed
How love is supposed to happen and the where or when and even the why or who is not
something we can measure
And with that being said love is as much pain as it is pleasure
Yet, it don't matter who you are, through it all it's still something to which we all must
endeavor
I, with our love, will find and come back to you again, no matter what you believe you will
never be too careful or clever
It's that time of day 'gain,' it's noon,
And, I'm still howlin' at the moon,
As friends are comin' soon,
It's that time of day 'gain, it's noon.
I'm at the window, I'm rarin',
I'm in the mirror, I'm glarin',
Got me some beliefs, they airin',
I'm at the window, I'm rarin'.
At this moment, the dove does moan,
Ev'ryone's gonna find their phone,
With my skills, I, now, hold the stone,
At this moment, the dove does moan.
No, there's nothin' to fear,
No, we'll bring on good cheer,
No, there's nothin' to fear,
No, there's nothin' to fear.
Say now you're happy to see me,
Speak it aloud, babe, right to me,
You'll make me spit with a new glee.
Say now you're happy to see me.
Ya think ya know somethin', do ya?
Are ya knowin' Moore of me? Yeah!
Think like I need ya to, yeah.
Now you're thinking somethin', oh ya!
People all about, all around,
I been too careful makin' sound,
But, I got this now that I'm found,
People all about, all around.
No, there's nothin' to fear,
C'mon now, c'mon, draw near,
No, there's nothin' to fear,
No, there's nothin' to fear.
We must make so much of our time,
So, where is that ol' Harry Lyme?,
Best remember me and my Time,
Gonna make so much of my rhyme.
So? Ya really don't wanna go.
What I tell ya, the Who does know.
Mine's the truly wonderous flow,
Now I really don't wanna go.
Sure ya wanna look and see me.
The sun at noon's still stands, ya see?
"Gettin' better all the time", Bea.
Sure ya wanna look and see me.
No, there's nothin' to fear,
Open them wide, left and right ear,
No, there's nothin' to fear,
No, there's nothin' to fear.
Form:
I don't fit into your circle, I didn't want to try out for your band,
Because I would rather not be labeled, I hope you understand,
I didn't want all that extra attention,
All I wanted was a simple life of love and inspiration,
If only you truly knew,
That I stepped up just for a moment to prove,
With courage and compassion, allowing vulnerability to show,
In an atmosphere where fear of worthiness just wouldn't let go,
The fear of rejection stood out like a sore thumb,
Countless others left or decided to play dumb,
Privately approached by so many,
I asked God why this sat on my heart so heavy,
The pain in my heart made me cry,
It opened my eyes to the fear inside,
The outside looked like a white washed tomb,
Clean as a whistle with an unblemished view,
It was always about strength and how not to be defeated,
The steps you should take to prevent from being mistreated,
Calculated and too careful was not freedom to me,
It held me back from who God made me to be,
Careful is wise, don't get me wrong,
But too much creates intimidation to sing your song,
There were moments God allowed me to get up and sing,
The purpose and intent meant so much more to me,
When I had to step down, I still went back there to pray,
Because the purpose and the love I have for them never went away,
This meant more to me than you'll ever know,
That passion, that calling wasn't a show.
Murmuration the bird watchers shout
Time to look up and scan about
What you will see will amaze your eyes
Looks like a moving cloud of unbelievable size
It’s Starlings flying as one as in a hunt
Open your eyes but mouth firmly shut
They aren’t too careful where they let things go
But the rhythmical flock will put on a great show
The opening of the Starling Royal Ballet
Is about to show its face upon sky’s stage
Binoculars ready for the spectacle of a lifetime
You can oooh and ahhh at this special showtime
They fly towards you all grouped together
Dividing just in time in unison as one feather
They swirl and sway like dancers on ice
They pirouette like lovers entwined, to entice
Why does this bird who is so graceful a delight
Attack other birds, continually wanting to fight
Their plumage is shiny but its mind is so mean
Fight to grow up, as a fighting machine.
As you watch them you can forgive them most things
Wonder why they fly like this, but they can’t sing
Their voices aren’t good, so they can’t steal the show
They need a poor blue tit, to sing for them now
I can watch this happening time after time
They never disappoint me, never just in a line
The mass of birds will stay fixed in my head
Amazed isn’t the right word use flabbergasted instead
Seren Roberts dated 7 February 2013
On a darkened road, in the dead of night,
A wrong road taken, now a sorry plight.
No more gas, and so turned around.
Forest and fog on a moonless night abound.
Frightening sounds from within the woods
God protect me, I beg, as I close the hood.
There’s a light off yonder, twinkling thru the trees.
But I truly fear what there, waits for me.
I see a man with a gun stalking thru the trees.
With a bobbing lantern, he has seen me.
Good or evil… this is quite a test.
I jump inside. Locking the doors fearing death.
I see he’s old and withered as his eyes meet mine.
And he laughs eerily as he sets the gun against a tree to recline.
Can’t be too careful in these old hills, he explains, as he gives his name.
Taking a wrong turn out here can be a dangerous game.
Strangers are rarely welcomed, as some are up to no good.
Now, lets see you’re gas level, then what’s happening under the hood.
Sure enough I’d run out of gas, so he gave me a few gallons to last.
With written instructions to the closest station for gas…
He said he’d call the owner so someone would be there waiting.
A harrowing night ended rather well…with a thank you and a blessing.
It could have been worse… I could have been dead.
Now I’m just grateful… It was he who was there, as my light up ahead.
CSEastman
Diving into the depths of dams of disdain,
Scaling the seas, searching for success,
To prove the truth along with the pain
We endured and the challenges we have slain.
When they see us devouring safe hemlocks;
They portray pale and puzzled perceptions,
Glancing at the heavens like we are surreal,
A reality appearing to be unreal.
And we emerge, out of nowhere
Like angels awaiting divine instructions,
Believing that hope will light our torches
To serve our lucid but distinct functions.
When they see us living our nightmares,
They strive to survive and cease being fearful,
This is nothing but human nature,
Cannot be too cringe, cannot be too careful.
What if we became toxic and blind
To visualize the truth and justice we find?
Even though men believe what they see,
These sleuths are blind only if they chose to be.
So when they see us reaching for the sky
Like the sun shining from below,
When they see us watching over the earth
And they will—for they are watching us grow,
When they see us during our feeble stages
Like we are nothing and we do not know
That this life is in diverse phases
And ignorance, its most infamous foe!
They will see us,
And when they do,
May these words appear to be true.
@poet_AY
©2020
Why?
Why?
Why?
Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Was it, because I was too nice,
I was too much of a gentleman,
or was just too much to handle?
Was it, because you were young?
Was it, because you couldn't find your heart,
in all that darkness?
Was it, because you just didn't feel the love?
Why?
Why me?
A man like me, deserves no pain,
no heartbreak.
So, why me?
I pray and ask the Gods,
why!
But an unresponsive god never speaks to me.
He sits there and watches... watching what?
Nothing, but a heart being torn to shreds.
Was it, because I was too careful?
Was it, because I loved too much?
Was it, because one half of the heart couldn't fit the whole?
I ask you, because I still love you.
Come to me, my beautiful,
stop this nonsense,
I cannot make you love me,
but I sure can try to show you love.
Do not blink,
do not take a gift sent down from the Gods
for granted.
Appriciate what you have,
appriciate me, because one day,
when you need a shoulder to cry one,
you will not be able to find me, anywhere.
I will be lost,
in a fool's dream of romance and love,
that will never come on my front doorstep.
Still dreaming of the possibilities of you and I.
My heart is with you always,
but I will soon expire,
so do not wait too long.
-10/5/2013
Poemless pandemic
vanished from PoetrySoup
hard to explain why
enough people read?
made enough of a difference?
that's what I figured
gave up will power
personal diagnosis:
severe mental block
worried what to write
hibernating -- surviving
too careful to post
most people wrote MORE
but I deleted; withdrew :O
"social distancing"
pages and pages
of my painstaking feelings
unsaved, unarchived
so out with the old
and yet, no in-with-the-new
let go of it all
as others revealed
I concealed, sharing nothing
time passed, un-described
missed Anthology:
my chance to publish a poem :(
maybe next time though? :)
relief, or regret? :(
I didn't save them... :O
except... Christmas one :)
it's like the starter --
to keep the process going,
like warm friendship bread :D
kneading the keyboard
baking up delicious words
passing on sweetness
can't get old poems back
the art of writing poems, though:
compulsion, hunger
can't live without this
starting from scratch, all over
tired of poemlessness
I’ve a garden full of uninvited guests; time to weed.
Tobacco worm, on my tomato plant, don’t spit at me;
you were not invited to partake of my produce!
Mr. Milkweed, why do you love my yard? Your sticky secretions make me itch; I do not want you in my cabbage.
Mr. Beetle, I gave no permission for your party; your rowdy friends must go. They won’t allow my beans to grow.
Ms. Wood betony, you may stay; your nutty flavor and fresh dandelion leaves, will enhance my garden salad. It was nice of you to drop by for lunch.
Ah, a lovely dog rose; how did you know that other uninvited guests,
were giving me a headache? I’ll harvest your medicinal berries to cure it.
You too, may stay; oh, how I love rose hip tea.
With uninvited guests, you can’t be too careful or too picky. Some are good, others bad; but I will not…be spat at, without retaliation!
Here, Mr. Coopers hawk, have a tobacco worm and leave those bunnies alone! I plant extra lettuce and carrots for them.
Sleep is his other name
We know he lives near by
He shows up at any time
With his bag to steal the lives
He comes like as a thief
When we least expect him
He doesn’t inform any of the time
Sometimes we predict from the signs
If we see him we’d chase him
Then crucify him if we catch him
So that he never wakes again
O that vile enemy of men
He stings like a bee
Whosoever he sees
Both young and old
Even they who have gold
The chief thief who steals the most valued treasure
Leaving behind agony and hopeless minds further withered
On one side shocked and frightened, the other caught in disbelief
If death was a person, tell me who’d dare forgive?
Who can be too careful?
Who can be too wise?
To evade him in his alluring disguise?
Who can find his sting less painful?
Generation after generation endeavor
To eliminate him from among us
But it seems he is here to stay
So maybe we should leave this place.