I dreamed my way here
I’ve had my cringe moments
I feel pressure, I lose perspective
I’ve wholeheartedly failed
I misspeak, underthink, overreact
I try to do the right thing
the right thing isn’t always clear
I’ve tried to hold on
I’ve let go with grace
I’ve charged ahead
I’ve stepped aside
I self-sabotage, then try to do better
I’ve self-consciously retreated
I’ve stood up for others
I’ve backed down and apologized
I’ve rinsed and repeated
I’m a chameleon, but I’ve never been perfect
I’ve under-reacted to challenges
I’ve overreacted to the ordinary
I devalue likeability
I indulge the language of play
I share my human experience
I don’t know what else to say.
Her lipsticks lost some while ago;
thrown angrily into the bin.
Lips now bare, it wasn't such a blow,
she thought, taking her second Gin.
It's not right for my position
it made her look a tart, he said.
It's not much of a submission,
she thought, making the marriage bed.
Last year, he sold the second car
I'll take you where you need to be.
No need for me to travel far,
she thought, preparing evening tea.
The checks she signs are now declined
her credit card is cut in two,
A weight's been lifted from my mind,
she thought when serving him his brew.
You need to stay at home all week,
you know that is a woman's place.
I will; I'd better not misspeak,
she thought while staring into space.
You can repair that dress of yours
I need to buy myself a suit.
So what! I never go outdoors,
she thought. Then whispered, what a brute!
Butterflies know the meaning of life upon transformation
They flit, flutter, and dazzle the flowers into their confidence
You have that way about you, listening with your full heart
Knowing I need a sounding board but silence not suggestion
Like luna moth,
You are my listening man
My happily forever after
The one who understands
My need for silence
Dragonflies incorporate the gift of silence into twilight
They appear in spirit form, giving me a gentle boost
You have that way about you, loving me in spite of my frailties
Ignoring the way I sometimes misspeak or mistreat you
Like luna moth,
You are my listening man
My happily forever after
The one who understands
My need for silence
You’re everything I hope for
Past, present, and future
Although I am in the throes of young love
I believe this statement to be wholly true
You allow me to be me
I am silent
I use my tongue freely
I express more emotions than I have in years
My previously shallow heart has reached new depths
I am passionately in love
And I feel every touch, every breath, everything
With everything I have, I choose everything about you
And if I ever misspeak, forgive me
If we ever quarrel, let us resolve
Every day with you is a day that I am alive,
A day that I am hopelessly in love
I pray that you will be my future
Your style is unique
Each word very sleek
The poems never meek
Yet no bad critique
Humorous mystique
You never misspeak
Such lovely technique
All your rhyme so chic
Always tongue in cheek
Poetic batik
You kid me not Jan Allison You are a poetess of sublime rhyme. And are the smile and mirth of PS. Bless you.
A riposte to Jan's poem "I HUMOUR ICON - ICON YOU THAT I'M A POET"
~Written 15/04/2015~
Shane
The pixels refuse to leave
the screen. There was a
defiance, unheard so far.
Will not misspeak about
the rape ! Was it not a murder
of the white goddess in light ?
Are you going to shut a
pink flame, smouldering
in the vicious grip of greed ?
The skinny-dip in boiling
cauldron of hate ? What
was left now of humor ?
Walking on the lake water
retrieving your youth ? Was
it worth your grand wasted life ?
Satish Verma
The Voice Within
Truth is a beautiful bird that seeks the light of knowledge
but it also has sharp talons to grab hold of and expose lies,
and falseness that dissipate in the sight of veracity.
But are all truths good for everyone isn´t there moments
in life when a small lie can safe life or stop the crying of
a distressed child or comfort the grieving?
The insistence of absolute truth can with time become
cold and tyrannical, shows no mercy holds no love, lacks
human understanding and passion.
Truth seeker can be sadists taking delight in suffering of
those who have been caught in the confusing of untrue,
of what professional liars call: “To misspeak”
Truth without empathy is therefore useless we need to
hear the inner voice and listen to its song; at dawn it sings
so softly you will be moved to make the right choice.
Thinking of you day and night
Hold me tight, don't let go
Your pictures an awesome sight
I'll be your doe if you be my beau
Grab me darling, lay me down
Caress my body from head to toe
I promise I'll never frown
Make me holler, make me scream
I'll make you glow then you'll grow
Kiss me honey, sensually (seductively)
Make me tremble make me weak
Do it though impulsively
Hush my darling, don't misspeak
Your eyes will tell me everything
Take your time, take it slow
Kiss me tongue to tongue
Move it slow to below
Then kiss me once again
Let me rub you all around
Gently stroking up and down
I'll hold you down and lick you too...
How can you be a diamond in disguise,
When you're the sparkle in every man's eyes?
Did you simply misspeak,
Or is this crustacean description more deep?
More inscrutable than a mathematical conundrum,
Is this 5'5" spit fiya that has become my sweet problem.
I think I've solved the riddle Lynore,
By plunging into the depths of your core.
At first, "diamond in disguise" sounded ridiculous,
Until I peeled back the platinum shell that is so lustrous,
And unveiled something even brighter.
As I bask in the warmth of its fire,
Radiating from the 50-carat diamond that is your heart,
I feel blessed to be illuminated by its goodness that chases away the dark.
I realize the sparkling shell is but a transitory distraction,
The inner diamond is the true source of my permanent attraction.
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