Win Back Poems

unforced errors

In tennis,
Love means nothing.
Off the court,
It’s everything.
 
Tennis and love start the same—
Your pulse quickens, hands shake.
Your first high school match,
You lose the opening service game to love.
You would’ve felt less gutted
Had your opponent eviscerated you.
 
Tennis is a game
Of little lives and quiet deaths,
Each break point converted, electric—
Every winner a shock to the heart.
The points lost to careless mistakes internally bleed you,
Matches lost as a result of a million little cuts.
 
You could hold a eulogy
For each match lost,
Mourning them from the bleachers,
Hoping your team won’t feel the same loss.
 
The court slips away,
The way he did—
Your reach, no matter how fierce,
Falls short.
You swing, you miss—
The same way you lost him,
By fractions.
By fleeting moments.
By flaws you thought you could fix.
 
And when you walk off court,
It’s like leaving him again—
Bruised and breathless,
Haunted by points you’ll never win back.
 
The first time you fall in love,
He doesn’t stay.
And you carry it with you,
A soft ache beneath the skin,
Like the match you almost won
But couldn’t quite keep
In your hands.

Life

Life is like chess
You sacrifice
To win back more.

The Name's Illness, Mental Illness

The faceless name of stigma
with more eyes than not
go side steps and looks
there, media begot

Whose singing and slur
with stick and with stone
the backhanded harm
confiding to home

With strength that’s locked up
minds reeling to shout
the jangling of keys
to let that strength out

It’s a tentative stride
walking into the frame
those keys are our tools
to win back our name

Pass by slowly O Life

Slide ever so slowly O Life,
I’ve many a debt to meet still,
Many an ache, pain to treat still,
To do some duties discreet still.

Some were upset in daily drill,
Some lost life's bet, some feeling ill,
Those upset, to welcome back still,
To win back the weary ’s wit still.

Some desires stuck are as dreams still,
Some work be done, debited still,
To heal hurts and harms of heart still,
Bury the dead, soothe bereaved still.

Some bonds that whilst bonding bore chill,
Links broken down on the anvil,
Nurse wounds of all relationships,
Tie up all these pending tasks still.

So, O Life, walk ahead of me,   
Can I ever live without thee?
To whose blessing breathes my life,
Can I ever defeat its will? 

Slide ever so slowly O Life,
I’ve many a debt to meet still,
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Ghazal |11.12.2023| life
Poet’s notes: The year 2023 is about to bid goodbye. So is the life being lived. The poet here entreats time to slide by slowly, he has many a thing to do. Translation of a Hindi piece.

Heart Out

I'm like a boat without a sail 
Sailing alone on troubled sea
My life's a mix of thrive and fail 
I'm wandering so endlessly

I came from hills so faraway 
Oceans and streams, a lot, I crossed 
But I still hope for that great day 
When I win back all that I've lost 

I dared the heights on windy hills 
And along with the tides, I swayed 
I had my set backs and my spills
And with the rain and storm, I played 

I'm on the verge of my twilight 
But I still hope to twist my fate 
Wishing to see my morning light 
So in his name, I put my faith

Wildcards

When writing the words,
are they thought or then felt
Which to come first,
cards different once dealt

But sometimes together,
as in straights or a flush
They win back the reader
—with more than potluck 

(Rosemont College: December, 2021)

His Effort

Through the entry way, she glided across
A pearlescent gown she wore
Hair freshly crimped, with nowhere to go
She felt her life, such a bore

Accentuating her hour glass figure
Eventide had brought the moon
The howling sound she heard in the distance
Meant her lover was trying to croon

A singer he’s not, the effort was there
He was trying to win back her heart
A soft gentle smile, crept cross her face
He was off to a good fresh start

The sounds got louder, he was trying his best
He needed to win her back
Like a feral cat, the screeches were loud
His voice would continuously crack

As he hit the last note, the thrum of his voice
Was met with a thunderous tang
His beautiful mistress was at the door
Enamored by what he had sang

Plumb blown away, by his caring heart
The love was there once more
She’d forgotten about that initial thought
Of her life being such a bore

~ Ms. Affection - March 17, 2021

The Road Back Home

THE ROAD BACK HOME

Heavens I was told we came from
So I'm going to leap beyond the frog
Gazing through the thick fog
I will let no odd thoughts stop
The wide road yet rushed almost by all
I going straight for my slot
Eternal home of no loss


Just a little beyond the clouds my focus
Soon to win back the years ruined by earthly locust
My reward awaits me in robust 
The sun will dry away the mucus
And the end will be glorious

No Fatigue

You know, there is no fatigue yet, 
At least the whiskey was silvered. 
Lo and behold, the age is just a shock, 
And it turned my head terribly. 

I'm not tired, not at all! 
Where does age come from here? 
But time suddenly flies faster, 
And the years begin to round off quickly. 

And I feel the strength of the old tide, 
But tomorrow it will be different. 
Life is not for those who are very cowardly, 
And it's not about luck. 

But I'm not tired, not at all! 
Don't expect me to give up without a fight! 
I will win back many more years, 
And I will not let time flow in vain!

Sweet Inspirations

HE SAID...USSO VOKO BELTO BRAWL!

TRANSLATED...LEY DE RECLAMO DE CHAMPIONSHIP REGLAS DE
LA INVOKING!

THEY SAY..... EL DERECHO DE LOS GERENTES A PEDIR A UN CONTENDIINTE QUE MUESTRE LA HABILIDAD DE CAMPEON !

TRANSLATED...THE PUNKS OWE ME THE TITLE, WE'LL FIND OUT WHO THOSE AYNONOMOUS DOLLPRICKS WERE WHO VOTED AGAINST ME, WE'LL WIN BACK THE STRAP!

HE SAY...LOS GERENTOS DE LUCHA TIENEN DERECHO A PEDIR A UN CONTENDIINTE QUE MUESTRO LA CAMPEON

TRANSLATED ...BY FATHER DAY MY APPEAL TO THE GOVERANCE COUNCIL WILL HAVE BEEN RANKED NUMBER ONE, AND ME AND mISS GIRTHY WILL USE THE "GRIPS OF MUCCHI" TO CLAW OUR WAY TO VICTORY !

HE SAY... LOS MEDIOS NEGOCATION DE CONTENCION, APELACION DE ESTABLECIMIENTO TANDEM: LOS DERECHO CHALLENGES BODAS BASURA BLANC RECLAMO CAMPEONATO DE ESFUERZOS! mISS gIRTHY GERENTO'S NEGOCATES!

tRANSLATED.. mISS GIRTHY WILL NEGOCATE MY CONTRACT, AND i WILL BE CHAMPION AGAIN !

Another Time Another Place

When you put your hand upon my face
I was transported to a safe place
It helped me come to realize
I had so much pain to erase
But I wasn’t alone…
I drew strength from your touch
Your kindness meant so much
It came from your heart
And went straight to my soul
Making a connection showing me how
To win back my life
To take back control
But I didn’t miss
The wistful look in your eyes
It came as no surprise
As if to say
Another time
Another place
Your hand upon my face
No pain to erase
Wondering
What might have been…


For Michael~~Gone but not forgotten
February 14, 1943 ~ November 30, 2019

Match Com Can Be So Much Fun

Bobby believed in love at first sight,
he wanted to get everything right-
Asked Laurie on a date-
but he showed up too late,
he hurried home and started to write.

Tried to find a way to say sorry,
put him in a difficult query-
Writing sure wasn’t his style,
so after a long while,
he knew how he could win back Laurie.

Asked her to come over for dinner,
thought, “man I could sure be a winner!”
She walked in overweight,
in profile pic looked great,
he said, “online you sure looked thinner!”

She kicked him where the sun never shined,
then said, “do you have any more wine?”
She ate all the dessert,
then she started to flirt,
ran to the bathroom and took her time.

“You’re sure crazy to think you could stay!
So what do you think you would convey?
My nuts are all shrunken,
you’re a crazy drunken,
and you even broke my darn bidet!”


Date Written: September 13, 2016

Surrender

Surrender makes the Heart at ease
when the heart  is on over load and can’t be pleased
Though life is full of much disgrace
I turn the other cheek and give my face
A sweet surrender to be heard
A sweet surrender to the hurt
I give my everything to you
Although my everything is used
Who will be the one to change this pain?
When there's nothing to be gained
My load so heavy -my soul so weak
I toss and turn and smell defeat
But I will wait  for mercy to pour down
One day I will win back my crown
I surrender it all for this is not my home
A Sweet surrender to be heard
A sweet surrender to the hurt
I give my everything to you
 For I know one day I will be made brand new.....

Loveless

Loveless


What can I say when sorry just doesn't cut it anymore?
What can I say to win back your love?
What do you do if you love too much?
What do you do, if you are not loved enough?


What is life without love?
Why carry on when you’ve had enough?
Why bother to write poems that just aren’t good?
Why bother to live, when I can’t have love?


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

I Miss You

I could never explain why I love you so much,
It's your eyes, your smile, your soft gentle touch.

The first time I saw you I hoped it was meant to be,
You'd spend your lifetime giving your love to me.

But I took your trust and broke your heart,
I pushed you away, and now we are apart.

The one thing I love more than life itself,
Ran away from me to be by herself.

I walk this house calling your name,
It seems so empty, not nearly the same.

I can't help but cry as I think of our memories,
I can only hope we do more activities.

All of these memories are inside my head,
sometimes I'd think I'd rather be dead.

Than to live my life without my one true love,
You're my shining star, my beautiful little dove.

I'd give everything to turn back time,
And do everything in my power to make you mine.
    
I'd make you happy and our love strong,
Neither of us could do no wrong.
Please let me do what I need to do,
To win back your love and rebuild our trust,
Cause baby to hold you again is an absolute must!

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