Just me and you
In a dark room
I know you gotta leave soon
But i wanna hear your heartbeat...
It lets me know that you bleed
It lets me know that you feel pain
just like me.
I put your hand on my chest and
look up at you
I say its okay, you can feel mine
too(:
you pull away but I don't except
defeat
I put your hand back cuz I know that
your just scared
Cuz those feelings you have for me
aren't supposed to be there.
Your showing the feelings that you
usually keep so discrete
And that right there puts us in heat.
And in this moment of heat
You grab the sheets
And from your head to your feet
Every inch of you taste so sweet,
Your feelings aren't deplete
And I know all this because I heard
your heartbeat.
And me laying here
With your chest to my ear
Is just one more memory of us I
won't be able to delete
And we're a little offbeat
But the evidence is concrete
That I love you and you love me
And I know all of this... Because I
felt your heartbeat
True Grits
When I was just a young man, I joined my nations forces
I was shipped to basic training and enrolled in some courses
Each morning they would march us up to the chow hall
Where we would get our breakfast and man they had it alll
One morning when I got in line, real hungry I did feel
So I got some eggs and bacon, and a big bowl of oatmeal
I sat down at a table across from a good ole Georgia boy
I still can see him to this day, I think his name was Roy
I grabbed some milk and sugar and poured them in my bowl
He just sat there and watched me like I'd just stepped on his soul
He took some salt and butter, to his bowl he added it
I just sat there and watched him, that combination did not fit
I finally said "you know my friend, that's really quite a deal"
"I've never seen salt and butter put on top of hot oatmeal"
He looked at me a moment, then in a lazy drawl
Said "Where I come from buddy, it's not strange at all"
"But I saw what you just did which I think is the pits"
"Putting milk and sugar on that nice bowl of grits"
Had I another life, I'd own a boat,
And in a Blue Marina I'd reside.
People on the dock, they'd call me "Cap'n"
Life's up and down would simply be the tide.
Navigation would be done by Sextant.
I'd try to learn the port from starboard side.
I'd know a reef, a shoal, and a fathom,
and every knot a sailor's ever tied.
A deck of teak and brightwork shiny brass,
a boat to make a sailor swell with pride.
When I left the dock to do my sailin'
the mermaids all would ask me for a ride.
Had I another life, I'd own a boat,
and in a Blue Marina I'd reside.
People on the dock, they'd call me "Cap,n"
Life's up and down would would simply be the tide.
“ Love, love will keep us together, think of me baby whenever, some sweet talking girl
comes along, singing her song, don’t mess around you just got to be strong”
Nothing serious or deep, just music fluffy and light,
The tune and words fill me with the greatest delight,
I was just graduating nursing in 1975,
Filled with adventure, never felt so alive,
My car window down, hair blowing in the breeze,
Flirting with the boys, oh to be such a tease!
With the radio blasting, I’d drive home on the 401,
Knowing this new life of mine had just begun,
Wondering what the future had in store for me,
A job, marriage, and kids maybe two or three.
To this day, when I hear Captain and Tenille,
I go back to that time, so innocent and surreal.
Song by Captain and Tenille,
“Love will Keep Us Together”
Written July 16, 2011
sitting on the highway
with nothing more to do
except to pull down the sun visor
so that i could look at you
it's almost like your here
you look at me and smile
your poses for pictures
for images frozen it time
if i use my imagination
we could have a conversation
and talk about the things
on our minds
yes, you make me happy
as happy as i can be
just by looking at your picture
and your smile
Tender and sweet was my first date.
My inocence brought awkwardness,
to this fait.
Alone, with my friends all gone
in his car for the first time,
I blush at a glance at a little romance
as he brushed his hand against mine.
We were meeting our friends
at the movies in the mall.
once we were there
it was less awkward after all.
when we arrived the girls all gathered in
innocently joking about our first dates how they began.
The fellows got tickets, popcorn and drinks,
while the girls all gossiped by the bathroom sinks.
We giggled and blushed , and giggled some more.
We gathered our emotions as we walked through the door.
My date was so nice, Norman, he was a dear.
He stretched out his arm and held me near.
As the movie went on, they were playing a song
the movie was "Pretty in Pink".
Then He held my hand it was positively grand
as we walk back out from our seats.
When he took me home I was nervously blushed,
as I thanked him for the nice date.
Then he leaned in, as I was looking at him.
He hugged me and then kissed my cheek.
Ahhhh..Tender and Sweet memories of yesteryear.
I’ve tasted betrayal before just like I have tasted lies
but each time it’s so bitter, the taste always a surprise.
I cannot expel this sickness you left to rot in my soul
the brittleness of your lies that made you lose control.
So I am left no resolution and more unanswered questions,
you told me it would be an hour when I’d only had seconds.
You came in as an infection and you’re leaving a disease
once proud I stood and yet you brought me to my knees
your taking me down and you’re dragging me low.
Why take my hand if you only plan to just let go?
" A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet."
by a Rambling Poet
In my mind I can wander down the path
Feel the lovely peace of evening tide
Escape the walls that hold me fast
And with nature for a time abide
I always loved to walk at sundown
Feeling the passing of the day
How I long to hear the bird songs
and watch the squirrels at play
My body has betrayed me now
And can no longer take me there
But the path is vivid in my mind
And for that moment I have no care
For the" Woodland Path" contest
Barbara Gorelick 6/8/11
written for a friend who is bedridden
As I walked down the street
Under the over clouded sky,
Hearing Zeus pound his fist:
Making me question myself “Why”?
Why did I take on my little sis?
Who forgot her little scarf
Forcing me to scamper like a mice
True to his promise came to drops
Forcing me to break a smile,
Drops that fell from the haze
Like new flour from a mill
The little droplets stuck on my face
A gift to earth from the sky
Leaking from a large dark case.
Like my mum hugging me
My shirt stuck to my body fast
Sending a chill in to me
Walking me to a world of past
A world of new life green and vast
Like a ship with a very huge mass
Pushing in to a whole new light.
This precious heirloom from my grandma
is more than a little bit worn.
Sewn with infinitely tiny stitches,
it was much used before I was born.
She was just twenty- three when she sewed it.
Her beloved was fighting a war.
Made I would guess for her hope chest,
dated eighteen hundred sixty-four.
She had added her maiden initials,
so we know she was not married as yet.
I wish she had told me her story,
but my grandma and I never met.
It was passed down to me from a cousin
who had used it to cover her bed,
without giving a thought that our grandma
had made it before she was wed.
I’ve handed it down to my daughter
who now gives it meticulous care.
This coverlet has long outlived the designer
but is elegant proof she was here.
Won no. 3 in "Anything Handmaid contest
ONE VERY SECRET WISH
I’m not a cynic but I reckon I’m as close
As you get without actually bearing the title.
I have never believed in wishes being granted.
In fact the only miracles I believe in
Are the miracles I can personally make
Come true with my own two hands.
But when my children are involved
I become a lot softer, and less quasi-cynical.
My secret wish, which I will never admit to
Outside this poem, in the normal cut-and-thrust world,
Is to be again the father of my three-year-old children,
And play again with them and protect them
And listen to their secrets and fall asleep
Telling them the story of the Three Pigs.
It was undoubtedly a happy childhood for them
And without any hesitation at all I am delighted
To tell you it was the happiest time of my life.
But after this poem has been read,
If you should meet me in the street
Don’t ask me about wishes, because officially
I am a quasi-cynic and do not believe in them.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Written by Sydney Peck
for Kristen Bruni's Contest "If I had one wish"
Why me, it’s me now
Why did I have to be the one that
Everybody had already rejected
The one who used to fail her tests and doesn’t
Even know if she has a goal to accomplish?
Why did I have to be the one that
When I was in need of help everyone
Didn’t even think about helping me?
But now that I am who I am
I am now the one everybody wants to see
The one that is giving people advice
The one that is helping out in
The shelter homes every where
It is me now
And all of you haters Who
Used to put me down every time y’all see me
I am not the same
I’ve change, and it’s a big time change
I used to ask why me
But now guess what I say
It’s me now suckers hell yea it is
And if you all don’t agree with that
Well I don’t give a flying fadoodles truly
And all of y’all should go to hell.
Take me home, oh take me home to stay
To a weary heart some comfort bring
Let me rest , I long for yesterday...
Years have past , the sky is turning gray
For me soon the bells of death will ring
Take me home, oh take me home to stay...
In my youth's folly I went away
Now to the past my thoughts do cling
Let me rest, I long for yesterday...
I thought to conquer the world one day
But instead I felt the serpent's sting
Take me home, oh take me home to stay...
Just let me smell life's old bouquet
And remember old songs to sing
Let me rest, I long for yesterday...
I see the light of home so far away
And the thrush upon its silent wing
Take me home, oh take me home to stay
Let me rest, I long for yesterday.
How can I feel it?
If your words are morphine
How can I think it?
If I don’t trust me
Why can’t I see it?
If my eyes tend to bleed
Disillusioned life seemingly never-ending
Yearning badly but can’t touch it
Admire from a distance
And incandescent bliss in slumber thoughts
But my undulating mind keeps me from harmony
And in the estuary of life
People rest and forget
Unknowingly awaiting ecstasy
But now I can feel it
Drugs don’t affect me
And I’m sure I can think it
When fog evaporates
Yes, I can see
My flesh is throbbing
And now it’s gone the mirage is fading
Like my memory bliss is hazy.
Memories,
Brush your soft plush against my cheek,
Caress me in daydreams and kiss me at night.
Sweetly smell of lilies,
So pleasure of your company does not leak
And so you heed my emanation on sight.
So she flees,
That once subtle lullaby she must seek,
Charm us with your laughter in flight.
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