To my complacent Ms. Crane
I am at odds my love, your comely visage has my heart rend. I struggle somewhere betwixt carnality and a fervent want of your attention. Oh! Ms. Crane, I do so labor for your love. The muse runs foolhardy across every page, and on stage I act the jester just to catch a glimpse of that sweet Southern smile. I do so aspire to taste the nectar of your kiss. All this time apart has my heart yearning, even imploring your touch. I beseech your name to stop the tribulation, to ease the travailing of my heart. My belle I don't say these things in comfort, I adamantly long for a union of our souls, and a harmony played on our heartstrings. As God is my witness, love is our destination, however our journey begins with us. I query of your heart oh misfortuned women, what perplexes your heart? What clutters your mind's thoughts? Is it I? My only desire is your happiness. I too, see happiness as my endeavor. So this leaves us at a crossroad. Shall we be a blessed union, or do we wander trodden thoroughfare?
Preemptively yours
Michael
Categories:
preemptively, girlfriend, heartbreak, i miss
Form: Prose
And it begins again
I know you're different
You're not the same
Yet fear seeps in
I'm scared of pain
Of restless nights
Of endless tears
Of racing thoughts
No pain compares
To that of knowing that I am not loved by you
But a chance, I have not given you
My heart, I have not shared
Your eyes have not seen my love for you
For it all, I cannot bear
This is all thought out preemptively
Emotion, I will not show
This immense love that I have for you
Is one you will never know
Categories:
preemptively, friendship love, love, love
Form: Rhyme
Autumn 2001
Dooralong Valley, NSW Australia
A 40 acre property to retire to - kept us
far more busy than our ‘working life’.
The swimming pool - that bright blue jewel
that bane of our existence, occupied us
incessantly, especially
when Autumn leaves covered the lawn.
Preemptively I would rake them, and rake them
and rake them before the wind could take them
to spread them on the pool
If I missed raking them, then with a net
I’d be scooping them, and scooping them
heavy, soaking and wet.
I was almost glad when our one ton stud bull
escaped into the home yard,
plunged into the pool, and put his hoof
through the lining,
No more raking that year but Summer was
the longest and hottest yet.
Fall Flavors Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Categories:
preemptively, autumn, irony, memory,
Form: Free verse
To those who argue: Life is drifting floating away
Something we can’t keep
Neither Love nor happiness deep
To them I’d say:
Even though I borrow all I have, thus I have not
Even though I have nothing at all
There is no more, it is not small
It is everything, while I haven’t got
Preemptively some conclude: Life is lost
All is worthless, nothing is mine
The vault is empty, we die at any cost
Stewardship would argue: Only to borrow
Should not make us value sorrow
As Nature shaped a life less fine
Categories:
preemptively, death, loss, nature,
Form: Sonnet
I’ve been living in the land of what ifs
You know, things are not so great but if….
Would I have this feeling in my gut if
I had done it differently
I’ve been living in the land of what ifs
Would I have really made the cut if….
Would I feel I’m in this rut if
If I hadn’t lived preemptively
I’ve been living in the land of what ifs
But it’s time to change, have no regrets if
I lived a life with love and know if
I made choices independently
Categories:
preemptively, change, introspection, self,
Form: Rhyme