Much Poems

Don't Know Much About History

Hot off the heels of Back in Black
A face melting 10 track
From the opening with cannon blast and more
It went to number one, Back in Black only number four
What? You question and rightly so
How did Back in Black peak so low?
Not sure, but none are out done 
All AC/DC albums are number one
Even Powerage (the

I miss you so much Lyrics by Jan Allison

Close friends don't know the pain I feel
My broken heart can never heal
Your sudden death was long ago
The pain I feel, close friends don't know

I can't forget your dying breath
Was long ago your sudden death
To think of you makes me upset
Your dying breath I can't forget

Alone each night, I feel so blue
Makes me upset to

Two Too Much

To Tantalize with Skirt

To Jiggle and Giggle

To Romanticize and Flirt

Too Fickle with Wiggle

 
To Fantasize 'bout Skirt

No Jiggle and Giggle

To Dehumanize and Hurt

No Pickle to Wiggle

So much positivity today September fourth

So much positivity today September fourth

analogous to seventh heaven lee delight 
this two thousand and twenty five
listed in reverse order of events
lastly spoke over the telephone
Courtesy Creative Health representative and arranged
to become linkedin with a recovery coach,
to acquaint myself videlicet unnamed person
eleven thirty post meridien
September twelfth at Ott's Exotic Plants
nearly spent the one hundred dollar

How Much of Life

    How much of life do we catch
       as we walk briskly past windows
     behind each a drama unfolding

     How much of life do we miss
       as we speed past tenements teeming

Knew too much

Alberto Nisman didn't know the danger he would enter
when he looked into the bombing of a Jewish center
He said president Christina was hiding the truth
he had the goods, would soon show the proof.

He was supposed to appear in Congress, but hours before
Somehow hitmen got by his door
He knew too much, so bad guys moved fast
If

Too Much Is Enough

Stop
Too much
Is enough
Grief seeping through my body
Rendering me to surrender
To a time and place
Where my world came crashing down
Where I’m swimming against the tide
Fighting the darkness
Surrounded in tears
As I search in vain
Searching for signs —
A dime
A butterfly
A Blue Jay
A Cardinal
Or a glorious rainbow
Reminding me that you are still by my side
Not tangible
Just peace
Your aura follows

- Too Much Is Enough -

Too Much Is Enough

The sparkling dawn lights up 
my heart’s ebony horizon after the onyx night, 
spreads the sunburst colors of yearning
in the fervent garden of desire, 
blossoming with the patina of my love,
that swathes the facsimile of your floral face.

In the vibrant valley of my mind, 
contoured by the lilting lattice of longing,
I carve the enthralled course

Too Much

I loved loud.
 Not in volume —
 in intensity.
 In showing up.
 In remembering the little things you forgot you ever said.
 In texts at 2am because I couldn’t sleep
 without making sure you were okay.
I loved in playlists.
 In forehead kisses.
 In “did you eat today?”
 and “text me when you get home.”
I loved

Too Much

Can one ever have too much of a good thing?
Can I squeeze out an answer, my brain to wring? 

Some folks will tell you I think too much, 
with little to show, 'cuz I'm out of touch.

Good food and drink should be taken in moderation. 
So, I'll stop trying to eat everything in creation.

Can one

Too much is Enough

 Too much is enough when one is full up
Had plenty to eat and plenty to sup
When feeling bloated 
Tummy’s explosive 
Cough loud and say sorry for the hiccup.

If by chance you should have become legless
Aim for the best, to not feeling reckless
It's not ladylike 
A sure fated vice
You may find that you have become

Too Much is Enough?

So too much is enough, do I think?
Though I never get too much of pink,
in an outdoors type of loo
where there is too much of poo,
well, too much is enough of THAT stink!

Too much is enough

Too much of your love is enough,
For my soul to breathe pure and clear.
Let your kiss not fall on my cuff,
But on my cheeks to dry each tear.

Give me your heart beyond measure,
And drown me deep in its vastness.
Let me swim in its true treasure,
For my limbs are weak in fastness.

Too much of your care

Is it really hatred or something much deeper?

They told me I was pretty for a black girl
But if that is the case
You want me to interpret that as being special
That out of every black girl
Im the exception
To your pre conceived perception
To how you view a black woman

The only way to take it
Is as an insult
Black women are beautiful
But your attitude isn't
And when

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