Five fine artistes combine The Outrageous
With love messages ‘Courageous’,
Their offered songs a triple grand
For an innumerable-like-sand:
For their slumping admirers catchers on hand:
Blokes who had the youthful band
Glowingly judged Firebrand
And to their hairs hit to every strand,
Everyone of them happy to stand…
Really, Youngsters who could about thrash
And it wasn’t just for The Cash
Between Singing Vince and Drumming Nash…
But Alas! by Mr. President reduced,
Who had from The Gloss some loss deduced
“Please these kids are to go back to school
And to-Double Please!-Stick to every rule”.
There really had been lots of “Wanna Wanna”
And a Galore of “Gonna Gonna”.
desert storm
threat of sands
scary attack
interrupped connection
hope decreases
cactus environment
habitat them
worlds are different
understandable story
The love that he gave me
The hurt that he left me
I go back and forth as I lie awake at night
Thinking about how he held on to me so tight
Does he know
Does he care
If I hurt will he fight
Or will he just throw his hands in the air
You where suppose to protect me
But you left me in this thing we call life
Know I die slowly every night
Was it love or lust
Should i judge or just
Believe these things you tell me
Mama said a pair of lips will say any thing
Your lies are as smooth as your perfect lips
Do i want to hear the the rough truth that might come from them
To be continued.....................................................................
Understandable Terms and Conditions
With all of the criticizing and disagreeing
I now understand why your Terms and
Conditions icon appears on the right of
my screen.
Sometimes things may seem unwelcome;
Taking problems that personal become;
Thorn in side;
Hard to hide;
Constantly complaining and beating drum.
Jim Horn
I once was a member of a poetry group.
Another poet asked for criticism of her
poem which I did. I completely re-wrote
the whole entire poem. She complained
to management and wanted me banned
from the poetry site. I dropped out and
came over to Poetry Soup and have been
happy ever since no longer tense by
someone who is dense. Jim Horn
Having an icon for poets with most poems
and most recent poems are great additions.
From a small accident I didn't foresee
Again, I see dirt all over me
It's no new alert
I'm older than dirt
So that's why it's attracted to me!
Gargling, a gargoyle’s groan gulps
From the bilingual blackness of TV,
A clockwork advertisement pulps
Knowledge into your worn mind free
Of charge. Nothing but gobbledegook
Everywhere, an insistent humming bee
And you just volunteered for the hook.
You can’t understand it, but still can see
That it’s appealing. Someone wants it.
We now return you to your film with Mr T,
But subtitled. There’s nothing to do but sit,
enjoy – all else is static - and sweatily agree.
Your mind is a sad wastebasket of re-runs;
Rom-coms galore, dubbed films about keys,
Action films with loud explosions and guns.
Poor translation aside, I enjoy foreign Telly.
You really know my hide,
overlook my libido side,
enfolding me, your wings do sigh,
the love in your sweet soul does cry,
of times we were together,
back in the never never,
when we had wings to fly,
till the white light took you, why?
until two souls are surely clever,
the seperation does sever,
all contact till i die,
in the astral she comes by,
to light a yellow candle,
and i cannot deny,
passion hard to handle,
a love enfolding high,
till alone in my preamble,
and life again is wry,
understandable....
Don Johnson
Pain you bring me
And pain I can give
Moment of joy
It’s kind of hard to relive
Thunder and lighting
Crushes away the leaves
Buried, six feet under
Love vs. hate’s seed
Worried I’m not
But I’m deviated
From the fact that was true
Or the fact that I’m trying to
Confused..the only way to say what i feel.
Scared..Its complicated I want to know why.
Lonely..feeling pathetic, unwanted.
Isolated..no one can ever feel what i feel this very moment
Lust..wanting him though he appears to be untouchable.
Lost..who am i most of the time?
Excited..feeling so alive and golden.
Flirty..want to have him back
Wistful.. hoping to live in the past back when we were us.
Beautiful..not sure what i wanna do first but i know ill figure it out one day!
:)
If your eyes long for her like mine wish for you,
And you try to explain; but to the words;
have no clue.
If your heart grows wings and flies to her,
like mins soars towards you.
If you wanartt to have something more,
but don't want to ruin what you got;
then your feelings to me,
foreign they're not.
If you fell that you have to try and speak your heart,
If you feel like you have to reach for the stars,
when underground is where you really are.
If you feel like she's the light at the end of your tunnel,
the wings to your caged bird,
the beat to your heart.
The words to a poet,
but for some reason you never did know it.
The rapids in your river,
the color in your art.
If she's the mystery in the eyes of your mona lisa;
then i understand.
I can understand why.
You have the right to love who your heart chooses;
but it just hurts to kow i'll be the one that loses.
But, you do have the rught to choose;like any other woman or man.
So if your heart feels more love for her than me, i understand.
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