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Bobby May Poem
I am on poetry confinement
I can’t go here or there
I am chained to poetry
I only have words to eat
Set me free poetry
I only have time to rhyme left
I am on poetry row
I am getting the poetry chair
I leave my muse to you
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Bobby May Poem
Getting your attention I am sure
Right now we are having Intercourse
Some fear this word in conversation
Hidden for lack of education
Man has perverted this word
Placing sex above conversation
If I were to walk up to any women and say
I think you are very pretty may we have intercourse
What would her first thought’s be
This simple example may open your eyes
To how man has complicated communication
We take our evil thought’s and pervert our words
We over use our words this waters them down
Love has lost love and hate has gained
Gay no longer means happy
We change our meanings to our words
So how can we understand or have
Intercourse when we mix up our words
This may sound silly and not to important
look around we all have been separated
From lack of Intercourse
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Bobby May Poem
As we walk along the beach on a moonlit night
I reach for your hand and grasp it
feeling our pulse pounding together
I stop and turn toward you gazing into your eyes
And what I saw travels deep into my soul
Our minds connect together knowing what we wanted
My lips gently touch yours our very first kiss
Softly and tenderly blending our lips together
Produce a wetness like rain from stormy weather
My tongue slowly moves inside
while caressing your lips tenderly
Our bodies start moving like a slow moving raft at sea
Slowly as the storm approaches land
It feels like I am in a raft lost out at sea
But then as the storm moves closer
The waves are moving faster toward land
Pounding and pounding the ocean seas
I can feel the water flowing into the raft
Then lightning hits our raft
Like an explosion out at sea
Then thunder roars out from your mouth
Like the sound of a lions roaring would be
As the sea slowly calms down
The look in your eyes tells this story
Of two lost souls lost out at sea
That came together in harmony
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2018
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Your lips I wonder and ponder
Wishing to place them upon mine
As I conjure your taste in wander
Intoxicating as if a fine wine
Your eyes so intriguing as jewels
Bright diamonds sparkling into mine
Your scent of perfume I cannot refuse
Please love me like I love you
Take this heart and hold it as if it were yours
Let our dreams come true
Never let me go and I will hold you
Please love me like I love you
Take this hand and walk with it
Hold it as if it were yours
With two becoming one
You will always be mine let me hold you
Will You be my Valentine
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Complicated I am not
Frustrated I can be
Simple is my quest
Contests I do my best
I leave perfection to all the rest
I only write what I feel
Spell Check I leave up to you
Much soup mail I receive
A true blessing given to me
Helpful hints and missed spelled words
All giving me love in your words
My head is not so big
To help me when in need
My heart fills with smiles
When I make a mistake
For I know you will help me
This is the love I have found
I love making Mistakes and
Your Soup Mail you send to me!
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Not For Contest
Imagine
Imagine in your
Mind and dream of having the strength of
Angels and believe that
God will give you the courage and faith needed
In having patience and hope with peace
Never doubting His wisdom
Enduring all, can you imagine?
Words used:
1. Hope
2. Patience
3. Faith
4. Dream
5. Strength
6. Courage
7. Peace
8. Believe
9. Imagine
10. Wisdom
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As I sit high on top of my mount holding my queens colors my armor has been tarnished from my queens enemies, as I dismount to go to her there is blood running down my side. Weak from battle protecting my queen she see’s the blood dripping down, taking her scarf from around her neck she wraps it gingerly around me. As my blood seeps through her scarf and as her tears run down her face saying, forgive me my knight for you have been wounded for me.
As I kneel on one knee and bow my head I spoke and said, my queen my life I would give to thee. As she starts to knee beside me I take her hand looking into her eyes, my queen I am not worthy for you to kneel next to me for without you my kingdom would be empty and my blood worthless. I say to you my queen every drop of blood that drips down from my side, Is my honor and my faith that I have shed for only you my beautiful queen.
As I lay in my humble room with her blood ridden scarf in my hand with my side bleeding my queen arrives with her servants to attend to my wounds, she kneels by my bed praying that her King will heal with tears of sorry leaking from her eyes and with a pain I can no longer bear. I look into her eyes wishing her our last goodbye closing my eyes never to see my Queen again. My armor hanging next to the bed my sword hangs beside it, as my queens last words were said: My King I cannot live without you, I take this sword and ask Gods forgiveness for what I do.
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Blank is the paper for which I write
I write with a pen no more
You penned this well they say
But all I see is a blank piece of paper
In front of me
My pen has plenty of ink to write
Now they will say you compute this well
The well is empty of ink unless you need to print
Push a button then all shall see
My pen is a computer and not me
The written word no longer has flare
It has formatting and syllable checking
The pen is no longer there we have lost
Our Pen and Flare
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Good poetry is the sounds of words created and bringing these words to life
Picturing the sight’s and even smells in your mind by just reading a few words
Good poetry can bring tears and smiles within a few sentences causing emotions
It can be Judged as an N/A and yet read by many and enjoyed by many
Shakespeare was a good poet when he was alive and became a great poet after his death
Through your words you bring thoughts and feelings by others who read it today and yet
Tomorrow is another day and in the future you just might be another Shakespeare
Shakespeare’s poetry has traveled through time and has brought to many
Life through his written words he had no spell check or guidance he wrote from his heart
No contest to enter or instant notability through computers, he only used his pen translating
His thoughts and feelings turning them into these simple words we call, poetry
Never doubt yourself in your thoughts and feelings, they belong to you and no one else’
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Four years ago today my brother Tony May passed away
A bullet in his head 51 years ago as he lay on his death bed
When we were young we played Army yet little did he know
This game would become real haunting his soul
He went to war innocent and came back as a zombie
Walking around as if he were already dead with a bullet in the head
The sights and smells of war one can only imagine
Killing another who you have never met because of war
Images never forgotten sight’s never to see again
With memories you cannot forget all because of a war
Eighteen years old selling his soul to the Devil for a war
On this day I honor you my brother for you were like no other
I miss you
My Big Brother
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Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer A
Date Created: 02/24/2019
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