The bed's hinges squeak
Sending out a troubling echoes
Though the cracks a whisper
“Just a couple having fun.”
The sobs and pants grow louder
Piercing through walls
Like wind slicing through a forest
“Just a couple having fun.”
The child gives up
Her cries mistaken for pleasure
Leaning on time for rescue
That never comes.
Those sobs are not echoes of love
Not laughter, not play
But the quiet suffering
Of a child forced into womanhood.
You hated yourself,
but adored his light.
Told stories of him,
while erasing yours.
How dare you?
Go. Gather your pieces.
Return whole.
Then call it love.
I shall not love thee but in summertide,
Nor only in the blush of fragrant spring;
I shall not love thee but when sorrows hide:
To time and tempers all, my heart I bring.
if it's not love
what has it become
once, we were the ones
who left the others in awe
of our passion, our nearly lethal dose
of lust and complete abandon
now, the linens are barely ruffled
the room smells of soap and softeners
our days are spent in silence
in the worries of the world that
has stolen the souls of lovers
gone before, gone forever
if it's not love
what has it become
C2023 Thomas Lee Rhymes March 30, 2023
( with apologies to Kieran Kane, Dead Rekoning. )
I knew not love.
Love did know me.
And when love died,
Then, did I know love.
And it was true love.
And I knew love ever after
And love ever after did not need to die,
To be true love.
Know love alive, to love ever after
When will I not love you
shall there be a distant flame
flickering beyond the warmth of
an Indian summer's sultry breeze
When will I not love you
will the sun rest on top of giant
umbrellas dancing heavenly
about sparkling shores
When will I not love you
shall the roaring tides rise
over broken sea shells
sending the tiny crabs back
inside hidden cubby holes
When will I not love you
will the standing vessels finally
set sail upon the calming Voss seas
cunning seduction banks of marigolds
from ancient good byes as new worlds
collides gleaming about sullen memories
When will i not love you when
I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to share
Whether or not I love her
Her long dark hair does fall down her back in a lovely way
She does melt under me when I kiss her
She does take a certain delight in my hips
But she sure likes tugging at my heartstrings
I don’t love you,
I simply love the pleasures of love,
The butterflies in my heart,
The rush of emotions that come with it.
It’s not you I love,
But the beauty of love itself,
The way it makes me feel
When I gaze at the moon,
Or listen to the melodies of the cuckoo.
You may come and go,
But the joy and pain of your love
Will always linger on.
Don’t think I love you,
For it’s my love that I love,
And the feelings that come with it,
That keep me captivated,
In this endless cycle of pleasure and pain.
…
Why is America so ty…
Why must this Country hate it’s people so much?
Why do I have all these questions about how ty this place is…
America… one of the main Country’s that you’ll see have school shootings, robberies, mass murders…
Why is this Country filled with Racism, Homophobia, Transphobia, Etcetera,
Because if god loved us he would have made us all the same right?!
He would have made us all white people! All white women and men with perfect bodies and blonde hair and blue eyes!
He would have made us all straight with no curves, no zigzags, no twists, no turns, no short-cuts…
God loves us… Just not enough to make us love each other
Because everyone is perfect;
Black men, Black women, White men, White women, Gay men, Lesbian women, Bisexual beings, Everyone is special in their own way.
And for some reason human beings can not except that people don’t need to all be the same.
So why, If god loved us as much as we think he does than he should put more time into making us love each other and ourselves instead of putting time into figuring which dogs breeds to make next…
[An Old Poem]
The age of the cage reflects on every page
As I engage every word with the pen in history
The lines of solitude increase in magnitude
Embracing a rhyme that reflects this heart of mine!
Though things are not always as they seem
I remain composed, smitten by the banner of my mosaic application
The architecture of this adventure mirrors a historical frustration!
I wanted to marry her
She would have been a good wife
I wasn’t with her to fix the damage of your first marriage
I was here to love her
I wasn’t here to pretend in front of her children
I was here to love her
But she could not love me for me
I speak my way and live my way
All I can say is that in love there are mistakes
She could not love me for me
She could only love in one way
She could only bathe herself with animosity!
It was never a case of shameless hunger
Nor was it an obsession with lust
But in the end, she would have been a good wife!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
I became a soulless, void shell
After being faced with an inferno of rage from the person who should have bundled me into their arms,
And faced me with love and reassurance.
when thought's presence
love’s incense fades
makes sense, don't it
03-November-2022
in the tender haze of moonlight
my eyes inebriated
catch a fading glimpse of you
i'm caught under your spell
and hope tomorrow never comes
AP: 2nd place 2022
I want you to implore,
fall apart and ask for more,
but you just sit there
smirking
while I squirm about
wishing on a star.
Food makes the world go round
Not money, not Love, but Food
Can you think of a happy event without it
Neither can I, and that's good
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