Being bad when we should be good
grew up as kids playing childish games
running round the neighbourhood
calling each other silly names
having fun in my beat up car
went out as teens dating weekend nights
driving down the boulevards
looking at the bright city lights
must have been blind and didn't know
who it was I was looking for
'til I went all around the whole wide world
to find you the girl next door
way back when
we were the best of friends
and now
childhood sweethearts is what we are
after all we've come so far
childhood sweethearts mi amor
together now and for ever more
This a poem out to praise the balanced nature of love
Love is a square square.
a balanced thing,
fair when it gives,
fair in the take.
Equal of measure,
for my sweet sake,
no condemnation,
Only praise we bring.
No imbalance
in this perfect ring.
They were sweethearts from childhood
Someday wed was understood
Clashing goals drove them apart
Now, there’s no path to their hearts
Lovely in her wedding dress
At the altar, vows professed
Bound ever to another
What might have been was over
Halfway the path to a heart
Another must share that mark
Where true love’s most skillful art
Molds “Until death do us part”
At halfway mark two begin
Both lovingly bound by trust
Life’s reliable linchpin
Forever holds safely thus
Tangy sweethearts blended so well,
lemonade and love a fine mix;
Leisurely pour or a quick fix,
sugar and a bang will dispel;
Our flavors make each other swell;
Shaken hard with red and white sticks,
tangy sweethearts;
We ‘get’ each other we just gel;
Becoming ride or die sidekicks
adds mischief to our bag of tricks;
A lovely chill at once befell,
tangy sweethearts.
How I miss what I never had
Long hot kisses kinetic cranberry flavored
As I struggle with my need to breathe
Every breath in and out for you
The deepest fuzzy feelings ferment
In every fiber of my body my soul
We are so close yet so far
Long distance love challenges so unique
Yet we climb each mountain peak
Standing victorious in each others heart
Violet veins pumping the same goals
Hopes purple passion and old fashioned needs
I’m unable to flee from you
Because you are inside of me
It’s pleasant and peaceful
How you make love to my mind
With only your words so kind
And I am grateful for whatever
Way we connect be it chats
Or email or internet
We have only a moment to blink
And find reasons why we think
Time is on our side
And we surf it like ocean tide
I think we are very special
And as you say
The heart wants what it wants
So it’s not really a problem
Being apart when we are an island
Intellectually connected and destined
We have beat the odds
And now we can be sweethearts
For as long as blessed by God
Foggy mists engulfed the bright
When raindrops fell throughout the night
The lampposts glowed at midnights dark
When sweethearts kissed at Lover's Park
Moonbeams drenched their wet cheeks
When pansies blushed a face that speaks
Two hearts adrift, will the cold night adorn?
When their embrace freeze, will love be born?
May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of all flowers
May is the month of all Mothers.
Let's celebrate all Mothers
Those who are poor and are living in huts
Those who are rich with fake eyelids
Those who are small with high heels
Those who are lofty in a giant pair of trousers
Those who are educated, stylish and sophisticated
Those who live sadly in the street corners
Those who worship the Virgin Mary
Those who mourn, pray and smile.
May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of Mothers
May is the month of all flowers.
Let's celebrate All Moms
Those who bathe in the pond of misery
Those who wander hopelessly the streets
Those who are discouraged and disappointed
Those who toil every day
Those who practice love
Those who need to be rescued
Those who mimic the styles of Mary
Those who kneel, sing and laugh.
May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of all Moms
May is the month of the all mums.
Copyright © May,2016 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
no present could surpass words of love straight from the heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2023
Submitted on January 2, 2023 for contest THE BEST GIFT sponsored by JCB BRUL - RANKED 1ST
My Heart Sighs for You
One glorious day you drifted this way
and life was ne'er going to be the same
It was early spring, hearing bluebirds sing
in fervent sun rays that’d burnished for days.
We walked along an enchanted pathway
where wild flowers grew in flamboyant hue
Creatures in their prime having an ace time
in gleeful display as we passed their way.
It became clear we'd become near and dear
our destiny, not a momentary
We sang filled with joy no one could destroy
dancing among sprites till the orb of night.
We sighed when stood on a bridge o'er a brook
reflections entranced as lustrous stars pranced
Phantoms of the night ascended in flight
they'd been awed as we become enamoured.
The magical scenes drifted off downstream
I woke feeling blue, you'd faded from view
Never never land’s where we fly off to
in sweet dreams I constantly dream of you.
It brings on a sigh and still makes me cry
when I memorise our last sad goodbye.
11th July 2021
What Makes You Sigh… Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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(((Fictional)))
It could be good, it could be sweet,
But I’m not sure that I’m in love
with you and you are all I need
that you’re my half, that you’re my half.
I am not sure you are the one
You didn’t say I love you so
And if my frail heart comes undone
you'll follow. I would like to know
your lips. They must be sweet and warm,
But eyes of yours don’t give me chance
And we cannot find our Home
We can just dance, we can just dance.
Let’s dance and let it will be sweet
Let we’re not sure that we’re in love
each other, we don’t know we need
to be the half to be the half.
CHILDHOOD SWEETHEARTS
We were childhood sweethearts sowing dreams of growing old together. Little did we know in those early days --- days of how we may struggle just to make ends meet. Today, with silver threads of hair, and the soon to be celebrated 75 years of wedded bliss, four children, eleven grandchildren and remaining good health, we take a backward glance at the Blessings that have been ours. Oh, so much to tell. But it must wait. I must make the final arrangements for our second honeymoon.
22 June 2018
For the contest sponsored by Silent One
I feel at one with sweethearts
Through the years,
With the wartime lovers
Who went overseas,
All the shattered hearts,
All the rivers of tears,
I feel them all.
Verses of love,
Lovers who must part,
Portraits of love
worn so very close to the heart,
All the lovers lost,
Loves that never even start,
I feel them all.
I can't love two sweethearts and pretend
that they are both the center of my attention
one has to go before evening or nightfall;
no, I can't share the same love with Sue and
and still give everything to beautiful Sherryl...
honding on two, it lunfair and cruel...
I can't love two sweethearts and pretend
that they are both the center of my attention
one has to go before evening or nightfall;
no, I can't share the same love with Sue and
and still give everything to beautiful Sheryl.
Holding on two would be unfair and cruel...
before a conflict begins, I must choose again;
sweet eyes will lay on me and begin their spell.
If I said no to one and let go of the other,
there would be so much hurt and tears on her pretty face
and she'll think that I am that heartless liar,
who promised her love, but didn't keep his promise.
I can't love two sweethearts and pretend any longer
that they both can share the same love with one man,
not seeing trouble ahead when jealousy steps in:
blind, blind heart come into the light and see what's fair!
My intention is not to leave Sherryl and keep Sue,
it would have really been nice to have kept two;
let me explain to them my dilemma and be truly honest...
losing them both is heartbreaking, and so ends my quest.
Copyright (c) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
it this time
a kiss is in mind
and other thing
a love gold ring
shop to Christmas stop
back to the block
and old records dvd played
it all play apart
for
SWEETHEART AND
HOLIDAYS
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