I failed at love once long ago
When I was a young man
In my soul and bones I know
I will never fail Love again
There will never be my selfishness
Or lack of consideration
I will not be so very helpless
In the face of provocation
I will always keep things playful
Affection I will display
I will never be unfaithful
I will never ever stray
Steadiness and rationality
No silly overreactions
Will henceforth define for me
The course of loving actions
I will still maintain my passion
I will accentuate desire
I will always seek to set ablaze
My woman's heart with fire
But I won't ever let anger burn
A relationship out again
If it must take a downward turn
I will remain a loving friend
Always always...always...be her friend
Your psychological state
Is deflating you straight
Into irrelevance
At an astounding rate
Awaiting for you
To create these irate
Collection of interrelating debates
Negating the fact
That you cannot retract
Nor subtract
The impacts of your exact
Overreactions that always distract
Which can flare-up abruptly
And detach what's intact
Now by not letting up
You corrupt and disrupt
Any developments made
Every time you erupt
I'm inclined to remind you
That your narrow mind's due
To pursue other avenues
If you so choose
You cannot undo
What you've said that's untrue
Are you beginning to seek love anew
With no regard to your lover's point of view
By wanting to have
A slew of rendezvous
Though I don’t get upset when at school,
and in accidents I remain cool,
be it anything dire,
like a storm or a fire,
there’s not often I act like a fool. . . .
When recording the shows I adore
and the last episode I wait for
becomes lost or destroyed,
I’m more than annoyed.
Like a crazy gorilla, I roar!
(Still kicking myself for losing the final
episode of "Damages,"season 2, on FX!)
For Susan Burch's
Overreactions and Drama Queens Poetry Contest
Overreactions and reactions can lead to drama queens
The Soup just recently, whose here will know what I mean
Itching souls bitching, for what just amazes thee
To be better than someone else, look at me I'm Sandra Dee
Yes this makes me laugh, but also to scream and cry
To me it beggars belief and makes me wonder why
No matter who we are, and where we all hail from
The ultimate is to be read, it's the poets form of Prom
I finish this humble piece, to thank the ones who deserve
It's the Admin of this site, their dedication means we're preserved
In response
To your worried heart
Mind, mouth and stomach
Your busy thoughts
In response to your
Shaking hands and ill head
Your rightfully placed overreactions
You're right in placing them…pacing then
In response to your love for me
Well I cannot ignore it
So I blush and beg for it
Secretly…of course
You are my everything and I will do anything
To hush your fears