Barking Madly at the Shore
The early morning wakes to find
the sun struggling above the horizon,
offering what warmth it can,
to a shivering sweep of sky
that is blue with cold.
Below, the sea whispers secrets,
playfully licking at the shoreline
while litter starts to sprint the beach
and jigsaw pieces of cloud
slowly smudge-grey the sky.
Before long, the sea has gained
a mischievous glint in its watery eye
and is barking madly at the shore
as it sends waves to froth and foam
around a finger of lighthouse.
As the day ages, the sea rhythms on
while distant ships slip and slide by
and the occasional winged seagull,
like a torn piece of white paper,
is ripped from the scene.
Eventually as a distant hand
throws darkness all around,
the lighthouse can be seen
silvering the moonless sea;
a detective on its latest case.
Ian Souter
Won't lovers revolt now
I'm mad, I am somehow
Mad? Am I madam
I really must have him
For I'm madly in love with thou
I don’t know what I want right now
But I want it somehow
You must give it to me
Set me free
You love me too much
Not enough as such
I want more but less
We must figure out which is best
I want you, but I don’t
I want you to leave, but you won’t
I wish you would stay
Please don’t go away
You don’t really know me
I don’t know who to be
All your love has driven me mad
I am happy and yet sad
This love is so complicated
Over sophisticated
You don’t make any sense
You keep talking nonsense
We can work this thing through
Just be someone else & not you
I am actually fine
I just keep losing my mind
Only I can see what’s wrong
It’s you going on & on
You just don’t understand me
That’s the problem, don't you see?
I know we have something good
It’s written in blood
You make me smile
But now it’s over, if only for a while
You are immature with your feelings
You speak with many meanings
It’s time you grew up
I’ve put the kettle on, would you like a cup
I stare at you once
And you stole away my heart
Unique as Moon among stars
You smile and seized away my breath
I will go fishing for you in the Nile
If that's the last thing left for me
I will walk a thousand miles
Just to be at your door step
I have been to many places
I have sat with many faces
None flow as the sea like thy place
None glow as the sun like thy face
If your home is in the sky
I will charge and fly so high
If loving you is a game
I will play and make a name
You send my heart and soul into an absolute uproar
My heart rebels against common sense when I think of you
I always thought being driven insane by love would be painful
Instead it is like drums of war, thundering against my chest
My fingertips buzz with ecstasy
My mind dizzy with thoughts of cherry blossoms
Vanilla ice cream, honey sweetened tea on a rainy day
You make me glow
My sun
My moon
My stars
An aweing sight, at the Eiffel Tower I glance
I am in the city of love called Paris, France
A romantic heart and enamored of my miss
At a local diner and leaning in for the kiss
A kiss so deadly that can never go wrong
As an accordion plays this lovely love song
With the velvet rose to set our sex on fire
In this night we can fulfill our sexual desires
Track: Kendrick Lamar - Backseat Freestyle (Explicit)
Maybe one day at city square
I'll scream your name in a bullhorn
and post a flyer on every flag pole
my confession of loving you.
I have no fear of the consequences. Love's
the true culprit and I am its robot in action,
who can blame my madness?
Maybe one day you'll have pity on me
and stop your indifference bound to melt
once you get to know me, who knows.
I know love's in the air and you only need to
open your heart to its distinct possibility, the
arms, and kisses, will do the rest.
Maybe one day you get tired of my nuisance
and throw the towel, conquered by my resilience,
who knows, love's a crude affair of the heart, not
a school discipline.
Maybe one day you finally read one of my poems
that honors our love and promises deliverance
to the bosom of happiness.
Maybe one day you'll fall in love with me
madly.
To speak to those troubles, do they even care;
To walk out those battles of warring battles never won;
And I am beset, beside myself a relic;
Gather the bones, bury all the treasures and jewels;
RAGING BATTLES WARING MADLY-
Tis open seasons on the poor;
It's time to lock the doors;
Comfort for the spoils;
I no longer a mama's boy;
RAGING BATTLES WARING MADLY-
Sparks begin to fly;
Fishes do they cry;
Amidst the screams;
About those dreams;
RAGING BATTLES WARING MADLY-
To speak to those troubles, do they even care;
To walk out those battles of warring battles never won;
Yet raging battles waring madly~
We are not supposed to fall in love, but we do.
He is a yellow wide mouth; I’m a pup of two.
We meet clandescently as many times as we can.
To kiss and snuggle and sing with a mariachi band.
He understands me better than my sisters or my bro.
We entertain each other singing songs that touch our soul.
His name I have never asked for it would seem forward somehow.
Our relationship is innocent and sweet, he is my bow wow wow.
We plan to be rock stars, my swishy sweet man and I.
We will travel the country, and make each other sigh.
We are a twosome that can never be separated ever again.
He is my soulmate, my forever man, with him I will win.
Sure I make different noises, and he swims instead of walking.
Our love is pure and true, there is no argument or squawking.
The perfect relationship, for children will never get in the way.
We will always have each other’s backs ‘til the end of every day.
Madly, Deeply, Truly
I am writing this poem just for you,
Because madly, deeply, truly,
I love you.
Your love has given a life to me.
All I can give you is simply me.
All the love, you have given to me,
Has improved everything for me.
For you and I have become us.
Love, lust, passion, trust.
You plus me equals love.
One plus one, equals us.
My dream woman, you took my heart with just one look.
You are the muse I need to write a thousand poetic books.
My angel sent from up above.
My heart is yours; it’s full of love.
My heart I have given to you, so I could become us.
I’ll love you long after I turn to dust.
I will be with you in Heaven if there is no end for us.
My beautiful Angel…
You are loved.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Madly, Deeply, Truly
I am writing this poem just for you,
Because madly, deeply, truly,
I love you.
Your love has given a life to me.
All I can give you is simply me.
All the love, you have given to me,
Has improved everything for me.
For you and I have become us.
Love, lust, passion, trust.
You plus me equals love.
One plus one, equals us.
My dream woman, you took my heart with just one look.
You are the muse I need to write a thousand poetic books.
My angel sent from up above.
My heart is yours; it’s full of love.
My heart I have given to you, so I could become us.
I’ll love you long after I turn to dust.
I will be with you in Heaven if there is no end for us.
My beautiful Angel…
You are loved.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
When at night I close my eyes,
to think all the days gone by,
to feel again those passions past,
and feeble joy that never lasts,
I'm always drawn to thoughts of you, my only love my Cynthia
I think I found you in a dream,
the night I pressed beyond the seam,
where fantasy and reality meet
in summer mist so soft and sweet,
But you were all I ever felt, my deepest love, my Cynthia
But dreams just last within the night, when morning came,
Her soul took flight
I awake to find Her never there
She passes like the misty air
To leave me longing and alone, my painful love,
my Cynthia
Enigma love you swell the heart,
to crush the same when lovers part
But whether love and joy you bring
or bitter pain and Death's cold sting
I plead you come to me again, my final love,
My Cynthia
It is disturbing
It is sickening
It is happening.
It is that sudden love,
It is that madly waiting
Before someone knows
That he may be dying.
Dragged multitude of boxes out yesterday.
Sorted them madly, pitching stuff willy-nilly.
My husband offered to take it all away.
Brought half back. Trusting him was really silly.
The FBI agent is standing directly
In front of me, tearing through the
TV stand drawer next to my recliner,
looking for the what I
Will never give up.
I try to see through him, because
He is standing between me and the
TV. But I refuse to move, and so
Does he.
He and his crew are doing a better
Job tearing up this place than
My children will when I am dead.
I can picture them bringing in dumpsters.
They will take turns throwing, maybe
Stopping once in a while
To look at a piece of
Jewelry.
The FBI agent smiles
At me, but I do not respond.
I pretend to be
An ordinary citizen,
An old lady,
A fool.
They keep searching,
Tearing up my house.
Occasionally they
Throw out an idle
Threat, making me smile.
Upon awaking I figure
I may be watching too
Much TV.
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