Two Loves
No two loves are
quite the same;
I guess, that's why
it's love – if not,
duplication would
be to blame...nothing
worth holding on-to.
Humane Nature
Human Nature I have
long forsaken – though
the lessons learned linger;
having grown far too old
to wish for harmony...
while never too jaded
to believe in Love....
A Stubborn Pumper
The heart is a stubborn
pumper, like a drummer
high on beats; his hands
and feet, loyal to the rhythm –
sensing, every pulse an answer
to Life –
Categories:
pumper, imagination, inspirational, language, meaningful,
Form: Free verse
It reminds me a paper, a bleached piece
That came folded, holding the golden
That carried most, the little memories
Of what your pumper, carried for the golden
The little memories, you held on a fork
About my in short, fought mine heart not
For if I could cries, and if not stroke
For what you pumped, unfolded my sort
That tiny paper that, opened mine eyes
To squint and read, and read and read
And read again, closing my eyes I read
For what you pumped, sowed the seed
I thought to say, and nots but no
I hesitated to not, by read another
For the line so shook, the others below
Of what your pumper, for long together
Categories:
pumper, desire, life, longing, lost
Form: Verse
I'm wired for sound like I'm from another planet
Testing to make sure all's copacetic in my pumper gadget
If it's clicking on all cylinders
To determine if I'm still a sizzler
But there's a possibility they'll just discover I've got maggots
Categories:
pumper, heart,
Form: Limerick
Just got wired for sound, like I'm from another planet
Testing to make sure all is copacetic in my pumper gadget
If it's clicking on all cylinders
To determine if I'm still a sizzler
But there's a possibility they'll just discover I've got maggots
Categories:
pumper, heart,
Form: Limerick
PNEUMATIC EMPHATIC
There’s a lady in Kuala Lumpur
Likes to wear a tight fitting jumper
And to make the men smile
She’ll inflate her profile
With the aid of a bicycle pumper
Categories:
pumper, humor,
Form: Limerick
The black truth
You see it in its far-rest end
You feel it by the grip of it's coldness.
Most hide it in the deepest ends of their hearts.
Yes we hide our truth in our hearts; we hide our fears; we hide our pain.
The size it posses means no difference
My heart is weakened by what lays before my eyes.
I feel th3 truth from far away; I feel your lies scare me in the midnight.
I feel crippled by the lies that come from thy lips.
Your lies makes no difference; as dark as the truth may be
Is closure for my soul.
Set me free from what you seek to hide.
Let me see the hard truth of love.
You seek my heart; yet another posses yours.
That is the truth I die to accept and the lies I cry to forget..
Pumper me not with deceit
I seek a future for my broken heart
The bitter truth of love
You love me not
That is the black truth before my eyes.
Categories:
pumper, for him,
Form: Romanticism
If dependence was darkness
And reason was feel
Then touch would be euphoric
With hearts made from steel
Closeness was sorrow
As time is defence
Microns of seconds
As chimes is last a lifetime
Defenceless as I utter the
words
Speechless as I receive them
Kindness of a grape
Memory's never upset the
blood pumper
You've no reason to pay me
back
I owe you zilch and u owe me
jack
We will be six foot under one
day
Even then we will be 3 feet
apart
Categories:
pumper, loveme,
Form: ABC