He wished not to speak
until it was time for him
to sing. It bout a certain
grandeur to the show....
Ah he say love
then those say who
one would want to know
does she love you too
wasting your time
thinking your in love
is ah trivial thang
that makes the soundest
into fooles
easy to deceive
and make one to believe
we're vulnerable to want
some wish to gain your trust
using the appearance of love
to get what you want
crazy is the word
when you know it's ah front
What do lovers say
when they're in love
how do they speak
what are they thinking of
how do they go on
if it's only day to day
what do lovers speak
tell me what do lovers say
Am I in love
or is it just a moment
gather my composure
do I really want it
Am I in love
can it be
maybe it's just different
time I have alone
when it's it's with you
I want to spend it
Am I in Love
Am I in Love
Categories:
soundest, music, romance, song,
Form: Ballad
These days I feel as if I'm being consumed
by worry and uncertainty.
Unsure of exactly what to do or whom to see
regarding issues of my health
has robbed me of the calm that once cradled me
in the nights of my soundest sleep.
Once I was the epitome of calmness and stability.
Though a bit anxious, I chalked this up to a little nervous "energy."
My feelings rang with gratitude and gladness
although the voice of all my emotions was almost always small.
Laughing loudly, on the other hand, was the sound of my greatest pleasure!
Even today, my emotions are not often loud.
Despite current feelings of betrayal and disappointment,
and also of great anger,
I rarely bellow.
Feeling often overwhelmed, I muddle through.
I've plenty of nervous energy still.
And almost every day I find time for comedy.
I guffaw loudly at my favorite sitcoms,
remembering that laughter, after all, is the best medicine.
Jan. 4, 2019 for Caren Krutsinger's "My Loudest Feelings" Poetry Contest
Categories:
soundest, feelings,
Form: Free verse
This fragile heart doesn’t know how to forget,
Love was said to be the best and no regret.
Our love was an incredible journey,
It’s the clearest like a soundest symphony.
I put all those old memories out of my mind,
I close my eyes and pretend to be blind.
This brittle heart doesn’t know how to reject you,
Love is seriously real and is stupidly true.
I tried to find someone who is better than you,
This heart doesn’t even know how to undo you.
Pictures of you are all burned in my trash,
Memories are kept on coming like one bright flash.
All things change after so many years,
This heart can’t forget those amazing tears.
You can always have someone better than me,
This heart never forgets the love story of you and me.
Categories:
soundest, break up, love, love
Form: Rhyme
You're away tonight
as too often is the case.
There's no substituting you!
Nose nestled in hair,
arms gently pulling you close,
the soundest of sleep enjoyed.
Categories:
soundest, lonely, love, sleep, wife,
Form: Sedoka
chain reaction
dominates this life
& to walk astray from
this path, creates a
domino effect of which
not one part can
separate itself.
walking then with
a lucid conscience,
walking carefully,
can become a burden,
as paranoia, anxiety &
nervousness
culminates,
piling up atop the back
like an endless stack of
cinder blocks.
balancing on the beam,
wondering why s/he got up
on the beam, wondering
if anyone sees him/her on
the beam, wondering how
that will affect them,
wondering if they will take it
with them (consciously/
unconsciously),
panicking that the beam
will shake & if one
shakes where will one
fall & if one calls for
help, what will become of
the sound?
monitoring the actions of
the self so completely,
one would be able to sleep
the soundest of sleeps,
having not sent the whole of
the world into chaos
with a single blow,
however,
one cannot sleep if one
cannot leave the beam
to lay down---
consequentially,
s/he must learn to sleep
standing up.
Categories:
soundest, life,
Form: Free verse
sprinkled
on our heads
sugar
on
a
frosty
cereal
making it all as sweet as possible
making the smokescreen as thick
as the best psychedelic light show
fogging up the stage
dementing our vision with tales of things
that never really happened &
coating them with flavorful language that
chills us with wonder,
numbing all of our questions
so that we may sleep the soundest sleep that we ever have
tonight---
oh
munch them right up
munch
munch
munch them
with a big fat smile that advertisers search far & wide for
munch
munch
munch &
please the deceit machine---
and by all means,
when you’re done,
be sure to ask for a second helping.
Categories:
soundest, life, sleep,
Form: Free verse
Sir Lancelot was the greatest
Sir Gawain was the soundest
Sir Galahad was the purest
Sir Cumference was the roundest
Categories:
soundest, funny
Form: I do not know?
Friends are worthier than gold,
remembering their kindness as days unfold;
let's embrace and wish goodnight,
soon daylight will vanish from our sight.
Nothing I will forget...from the kindest smiles
to those comforting hugs when I had no hope,
considering myself lucky to be able to cope;
what's more priceless than the soundest advice?
Friends are worthier than gold,
or gifts given on special occasions...
and they can't compare to any encouraging word,
to instantly lift the unbearable weight of our sorrows.
Everything I will remember and although I will die,
their love and generous deeds I'll immortalize in these lines;
read them aloud and realize how they make me smile
and appreciate their worthiness when their lovely image shines.
Categories:
soundest, friendship, hope, inspirational, life,
Form: Quatrain
Ulysses Rudolph Roberts
a Federalist by default
laid on the couch
and spilled out his guts
to a women he
envisions to be
the ultimate
siren of shrinks.
With her hair in a bun
books, glasses
and that half buttoned
blouse thing.
He cried and he shook
over the battles he fought
and how everything
that ever happened
was never his fault.
After all
he would reason
he had built
the best fortress
in all God's Kingdoms
with ultra thick walls
turrets and draws.
The tallest
strongest and soundest
in all worlds.
So what if he had to kill
capture and rape
in order to feed
the armies he made
he had God's blessings
His sacred grace.
Yet, Ulysses was
still cowering in the arm
of an old red couch
and crying out loud
It's Not My Fault!
as the Doctor scribed
delusional
pathological
denial...
Dean Walker
Categories:
soundest, angst, confusion, funny, health,
Form: Free verse