I have to come clean as I return to see
your ashen corpse and dried leaves
My survival became more important than yours
but now I feel badly.
Humans choose to love their own selves
More than anyone they choose to love
Don’t believe what they say in their poems
I loved you because you would tempt me
to hear the silent moment
I will never forget your beautiful nebari
Funny, I learned that word when I met you
I put you under the cruel sun and fed you
It worked as long as we were together
We were both once green and authentic
We come from the same mother
I wish she had given you feet and legs
Then like me, you might still be alive
She put us in a tea cup of naive cruelty
Well-meant intentions cannot sustain life.
Maybe my departure made you wish to be dead
I once wished for that too
Categories:
well meant, death of a friend,
Form: Free verse
Gentle Men as Mothers :Quest for Identity Protection.
Gentle he was with them, male and female -
His brothers and sisters from the start...
No giant in disposition, his tender thoughts
Spoke volumes to both men and women-
All of us need words that nurture hearts to heal
Like a nursing mother with her children,
His position did not forbid tones of comfort-
Well meant words from from men's careful hearts
Upbuild to teach, with confidence, not might.
No two -face approach which beats himself.
The feminine one, flesh of man's flesh safe in mind-heart.
No need to blow forbidden kisses
to false goddesses passing by...
The Apostle Paul: his motherly qualities. 1Thessalonians 2:7,8
(The "feminine" qualities in men, are drawn to the feminine qualities in women-
He is a Man who can empathize with his "complement." There is no need to be harsh.
God, as Supreme Authority, is the same. James 5:11
Aqua Marine. 10th April 2025.
Categories:
well meant, appreciation, bible, emotions, encouraging,
Form: Free verse
SAND PROMISES
Some promises are set firm in stone
Foundations supporting them forever
Yet in a tide’s constant ebb and flow
Others get washed away in the sand
A pity, but often easy to understand
Well-meant, yet are unsecured below
Unable to survive inclement weather
And unworthy to ascend any throne
Categories:
well meant, words,
Form: Rhyme
SOUL SPEAK
How does my soul speak to me
Not harsh, yet with firm intent
Almost like a persistent melody
With a structure, so well-meant
Its purpose isn’t so clear at first
If troubled, will be seeking calm
Sensing stillness, slakes its thirst
Using peace as comforting balm
Yet every soul knows its identity
Deep rooted, never dispossessed
And tells me what’s meant to be
To be prepared for eternal rest
Categories:
well meant, identity,
Form: Rhyme
Passion
Passion's born a wormy moon
Laying waste our good intent...
As desire brings forth a foolery
Where we rile in love's torment.
As novelty stokes our zeal
And the impetus seems well-meant...
It quickly dies a pauper's death
As familiarity breeds contempt.
If familiarity brings the winter...
Driving passion to its knees.
The fault is ours... and ours alone
As we forget what's soon to be.
Affairs of Men
The affairs of men dim evermore...
Morose they seem to be.
Buffeted by the winds of fate
And mediocrity.
Categories:
well meant, allegory, passion,
Form: Rhyme
She sits on the train looking out at the rain
Another crap day full of pain
The appointment is booked and she’s running late
She wants to throw up and make it all go away
She knows the route like the back of her hand
Each graffitied brick, grey and bland
An important item with the facing issues
She checks her bag for the small pack of tissues
It seems so unfair making this trip all alone
She would love a friend or chaperone
The greeting as ever is warm and well meant
But she’s going to hell which is heaven sent
They link her up to the dreadful machine
And the process soon starts which will make her clean
Never once has she uttered why me with intent
It’s written in the stars she knows that it’s meant
Mercifully held in the hands of time
She waits for her fate from the great divine
Categories:
well meant, angst,
Form: Rhyme
Life is hard so we fight ’til the bitter end
Fear can drive all alive and often can suspend
Goals to be completed to bring about success
Leaving us far worse off and something rather less.
We must believe and achieve plans of ones good will
To have a fuller life we strive with virtue not stood still
We hope and dream and redeem all for us well meant
Then with this we build ourselves up, beyond from spent
With courage and endurance life we can devour
And all along we share the strong for others to empower.
Categories:
well meant, inspirational, life, people,
Form: Rhyme
Where his loyalties lay is not with me
therefore I think he’s untrustworthy,
Strong feeling of support absent
from a bond that was well meant…
Though that’s OK ‘cause I don’t trust anyone anyway.
Compromise he was not taught
empathy is near to naught,
No middle ground, no give or take
agreeance on he does forsake…
Though that’s OK ‘cause I don’t depend on anyone anyway.
Egotistic, boastful, vain
selfish for to only gain,
Don’t understand what's in his brain
though comprehend he won’t explain…
Though that’s OK ‘cause I love myself anyway.
To shed some light upon his flaws
know the kind and the cause…
To learn from him and awaken
much of him I have mistaken...
Though that's OK 'cause I'm only human anyway.
Categories:
well meant, for him, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
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The Ocean's Flip Cycle
An abandoned luna relinquished its stardust sky, occasion aroused a climbing star, amidst its heaving rolls of honey-buttered spills, cresting o'er shape-shifting creams, bobbing athwart a cerulean ether, whilst a turbulent ocean, steep with envy, weighing well-meant expressions gifted beyond horizon's rim. A magnanimous sun obligingly soothes, in-kind, blanketing the last vestige of roughness, embracing a collaborated welcoming of quietude. The placating spectacle is performed during Spring's season, synergy affects nutritious trading as cold turns warm.
throughout springtime
heavy water bottoms
hearty warmth lift
2021 April 03
Categories:
well meant, earth day, ocean, spring,
Form: Haibun
As I get older I’m taking a liking
To relive my youth and go motor biking
To pull back the throttle and kick down the gear
And tear up the highway, just like yesteryear
My hair flowing free as I ride without care
My wife put me straight, ‘You ain’t got any hair.’
I told her there’s one thing that time never steals
The rush that a man only feels on two wheels
And out on the road in all my old leathers
My gas driven steed shall vanquish all weathers
I’ll ride and I’ll ride till my legs are like jelly
She said that those leathers won’t cover that belly
Give me dirt on my face and flies in my teeth
Akin to a cow-herder out driving beef
The pounding of pistons driving me on
The joy of not knowing where to or where from
She said okay go be a speeding banshee
But don’t go too far in case you need to pee
I had to relent there’ll be no pennies spent
I can’t blame the wife, her thoughts were well meant
Don’t wanna get caught short in skin hugging leathers
There’s must be more ways to escape boredom’s tethers
And so this is me, not wild and not free
Just a wannabe biker writing bike poetry
Categories:
well meant, age, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Living with lost love
Loneliness now grips my mottled hand
Whilst true love sits so near, yet far away;
Words, misunderstood, killed all that was,
And in my heart I fear that's how it will stay.
Could love die in so short space of time?
Those years of warmth extinguished in a trice.
Togetherness has vanished in the night
As silence turns a home to solid ice.
No well meant kiss when night times echo calls,
Now sparkling eyes are staring straight ahead,
And like a churchyard all in order stands,
As graves we lie, apart, just like the dead.
In darkness now I wait the coming dawn
And curse the very day that I was born.
Categories:
well meant, betrayal, loneliness, lost love,
Form: Sonnet
NEW RESOLUTIONS
(An Acrostic Sonnet)
New year resolutions,
Early every year,
Were usually forgotten by the Spring.
Really good intentions,
Even though well meant,
Seldom seemed the most important thing.
Other people do it
Long into the year.
Up until the end of New Year’s Eve.
They manage to stick to it,
I don’t possess the will.
Oh, what a tangled web I weave.
No, I know I’ll always break the things for sure.
So I don’t make resolutions any more.
2nd February 2020
Resolutions Contest
Sponsor - Matt Caliri
Categories:
well meant, new year,
Form: Acrostic
Remember ending the old and new a beginning
Everything in our lives has a purpose to serve
So as we face the coming of yet another year
Opting to remove which no longer serves us
Life can get in the way of well meant plans
Until we are absolute steadfast to fulfil them
Then the toughest options are easily broken
It can become disheartening to be a failure
Only you can make all those clear choices
Never give up on your dreams they can happen
Categories:
well meant, analogy, celebration, farewell, new
Form: Acrostic
Ten hillbillies came over the hill
Each one of them answered to Bill
To name them all Billy
Would be rather silly
Not one of them responds to Will
Their fiancés all share the name Sue
Mass confusion, causes such a to do
They'd arranged a joint wedding
To the alter they’re heading
Ten hillbillies had not thought it through
Their intentions were very well meant
One invitation covered the event
The whole town was invited
And they were delighted
To witness nuptials in a huge tent
The excitement it grew and grew
As each Bill married his Sue
They all walked down the aisle
Echo pair with a huge smile
singing Abba's I do I do I do
Hillbillies, Bybillies, and Blowbilllies. - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
4/14/18
Categories:
well meant, humorous, wedding,
Form: Limerick
The way you give things in love's place,
The way your soul beckons with its sad face,
Knocks me out and makes me reel,
Replacing your heart with things I can feel.
I know it's well meant
And to you money well spent,
Investing in me
Instead of in we.
You can't help yourself.
I know where you're at,
In a place of comfort within your big hat.
It sits well upon your head and feels like success,
And only I know it's so much less.
Trapped in its snare,
It fits like a glove,
But it will never replace the loss of our love.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2006
"All Rights Reserved"
Categories:
well meant, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
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