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Robert Moan Jr Poem
When she got close and I looked in her eyes,
my heart started to pound, my temperature rise.
I hid it quite well and even myself I surprised
Her hair, it was brown as well as her eyes,
her smile electric, it lit up the whole sky.
I only we had met
When we were both free
, she'd be in my car,
sitting right next to me.
Both seasoned by time, faded memories pined,
We both moved ahead with our lives.
you with a husband
Me with two wives.
We traveled the world as time passed.
Time seemed starting to blur
Both in need of true love
Yet finding no cure
It seems our paths have crossed once again,
so I say to you "remember back when?"
"Before show to you my hearts inner side
, Im no longer afraid, Ive swallowed my pride"
" "A promise from you
to not play me the fool"
"Do you want me to lie by your side"
RJM 2015
Copyright © Robert Moan Jr | Year Posted 2015
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There are angels all around me but I cant see their wings.
Above below around me, it's goodness that they bring.
For you my friend cant see them, they are here for me alone.
They wisper and they guide me, their song so soft of tone.
There are angels all around me, so sure I am they're there.
They lift me up and give me strengh, they are floating everywhere.
They listen and they follow, and help me when I pray.
Like an ocean all around me, they'll never go away.
Angels are around me, to stop the tears I shed,
There here somewhere around me their wings above my head.
Above below around me..to see me past each day,
Sent from the heavens up above, to help me find the way.
Above, below, beside me with great blessings they have come.
I need the strengh they bring me, like the flowers need the sun.
Below, beside, above me..throughout the days and nights.
The darkness disappears they fill my mind with light.
Below, above, around me.I hear them speak my name.
I feel so good inside, They whisper soft and sweet
They are floating all around me, now Ill never be the same.
Sent from the sky above, So the lord someday Ill meet.
Yes, its angels all around me, now I know just why they're here.
To light the way and guide me, To erase my constant tears.
If you should hear me speaking, when not a soul is near.
Just know that I am praying. It's to them that I speak.
They sing my prayers to Jesus, It's his blessing that I seek
RJM2015
Copyright © Robert Moan Jr | Year Posted 2015
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Robert Moan Jr Poem
I thought we were writing the final chapter of our lives.
That what we had was as real as the weather.
Making plans to meet, my fingers so lightly on her cheek.
Her holding me as no other had, teaching me to dance.
As the candlelight was begining to fade to gray.
Laying awake as she slept, my hand on her waist.
Thinking back to the hours before The love we had made till near the dawn of a new day
I told her I was too old for games, that only truthfulness would do.
Wondering if this was a gift..from a higher power far beyond the sky?
A much deserved reward, so very long overdue?
So quickly things can change, the skeletons of our pasts
Like a lion lying in the brush, preparing to feast as the sunlight fades to blinking stars above.
The return of the careless one, this voice from years before.
Doubt quickly clouding what was once sure..The vapor of a dream escaping to the heavens
Only to be replaced by confusion and the ache of a tortured soul.
I lay there listening to her breathe.. knowing the comfort I had brought
My mind racing, from what had been explained.though not in words I could understand.
Now she lie there silent, smiling in her sleep.
And Im just here watching as the hours crept closer to the sun
Had this only been a beautiful dream? One from days gone by?
The words of the day playing on an endless loop, a wound left exposed for far to long.
A question hanging in the air not unlike fog in the wind,
Would she leave this all behind like litter in the alleys of life?
I thought we were writing the final chapter of our lives..
Now, could I wake before the end of this dream? Or should I wake at all?
RJM2015
Copyright © Robert Moan Jr | Year Posted 2015
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Robert Moan Jr Poem
Butterflies
I sent her an email with butterflies attached, I was hoping she'd open it, her heart would I snatch.
It was ten past four when she read it-after quite a very long day.
They flew out at once with one click of that mouse,
So many included they filled her whole house.
Next, I decided to send her- a very large enveloped batched-
with seeds from deep in my garden-where lies all the weeds and piles of thatch.
She went to her mailbox and saw it was from me,
a smile she flashed, just as quick as could be.
She hurriedly ripped it open
to see just what was inside, she spilled out all of its contents
she poured it out in her hands,
as those butterflies flew -and filled up the whole sky.
Now I gave her a bottle- a message inside-
"now that I've finally found you, please no longer hide"
"I thought of You, quite often, as my life-it has passed. "I felt all my breath leave me- all in one single gasp.
"I - so long ago-just was not the right guy. I lacked life and the smarts to give you---
my truly best try."
"I've found you again, lost you- so long ago.
I've learned most of my lessons, Please give me a go."
I understand about love hurting you so..
I'm no longer the guy from so long ago...
I know your untrusting and you've a hard row to hoe..
I know that around you ...some speed bumps may grow.
But I work with strong hands and I'll pull you in tow.
I wait for return mail...be it- in letter or post...I wait and I wonder
and I watch as my mail person walks by..
and look to the sky where butterflies fly.....
R.Moan Jr
Copyright © Robert Moan Jr | Year Posted 2014
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Robert Moan Jr Poem
I'm drowning right here as I stand on dry land.I need you to hear me and then understand.
With each passing day I wither and fade, I seek for a vessel as my cards all get played.
I have always been taught, You make your best hand. While around me I see their heads in the sand.
Gasping for life yet finding no cure.Dumping dead weight all over the shores.
Ive been beaten and battered again and again.while serving this sentence till my lifes at its end.
Im drowning right here in this open fresh air.My eyes slowly frozen in place like a stare.
You may think that I'm living but look once again,No floatative bouy would anyone lend.
Ive sent out a signal..With words just like this..a signal that shines through the dark and the mist.
So many around me have turned away heads.blind to the pain they climb in heir beds
Unhearing they slumber,with only sweet dreams.
As I cry through the nightime, they dont hear my screams
I'm drowning right here and almost dont care.This sign on my forehead"Of danger beware".
I'm drowning, I feel and the darkness I fear.
The deeper I sink the darker it gets, as Im sunken by sorrow, pain and regrets.
Im drowning right here..right here by your side.
Im drowning right here.Please open your eyes
RJM2015
Copyright © Robert Moan Jr | Year Posted 2015
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We must have passed one thousand times
it's what I remember, deep down in my mind
Each time we passed, I held back on words
Could she really like me?
the thought seemed absurd
For so many years, I've thought of these words
Ive sat in the darkness, my heart kept in check.
Except the times that Id think,of my tounge on her neck
I have thought just to kiss her one thousand times
if she'd think me crazy-just out of my mind
No one could I tell of the thoughts that I had.
Destin forever to feeling a cad.
I thought just to hold her one thousand times
My wish was to tell her, if she would not mind.
Our paths have now crossed after thousands of days.
I found her on facebook, We've now started to play.
So now I can tell her my thoughts through the years.
Our paths finally crossed and the answer to prayers.
If only she'll hear me.I can wipe away tears.
RJM 2015
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It all seems so far away now.All the pain from long, long ago.
Still healing I am, yet having no plan, this is the only way that I know.
Though many years have passed by.Each night I still cry,
from the trauma of long, long ago.
I was just a young boy when it happened.
Not understanding what life was about.
I was the first son,of two I was one.
The protector, I am, without any plan,
I absorbed it all up like a sponge
I accepted it all, no other would fall
To the stappings my old man would deal.
Soon I was numb, as the beatings would come
Quite quickly I learned not to feel.
The protector, I am, without any plan.
now no bullies could ever quite hurt
A child of twelve, my position I held.
Now it seems like long, long ago.
A fully grown man with finally a plan,
With my offspring well under my wing.
Their protector, for sure
this lifetime and more
Solid and true
I write this for you
my siblings, plus 3
for I am not he.
The chain fully broken
by me.
RJM 2015
Copyright © Robert Moan Jr | Year Posted 2015
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Robert Moan Jr Poem
This year I don't have the feeling of Christmas.
It's not been like all the years past.
I've tried all the methods I know,
just can't find the feelings of Christmas.
Even with the lights or a coating of snow.
The people around me all have them.
Copyright © Robert Moan Jr | Year Posted 2016
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Robert Moan Jr Poem
I gonna write something and You may thinks it's from me.
But You'll never be sure, unless You hear that from me.
I'll sign it and date it,allighn all of the words..
And spell it and check it for too curvey curves.
In hopes that you'll read.. maybe respell my words
But You'll near know that its really from me.
Unless I'm to tell You and You hear it from me.
So I hope that your watching,Your research- You've done
Are You paying attention? Have You seen in my soul.
Will You know where it's been hid?Do You know what I write like- when I'm on a roll?
I will give you clues,except to look for My name.
I won't leave You breadcrumbs,That's a rule in My game.
I want you talking and reading to find
The one that I've written- without my name behind.
RJM 2013
Copyright © Robert Moan Jr | Year Posted 2013
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Robert Moan Jr Poem
I live by the ocean,I walk in it's foam filled waves.
I breathe in its flavor each day.
I've been here so long, I can now hear its song
and I could never stray too far away.
So I head for the waves and the answers they hold.
I've been doing this since... I was a young boy...about 5 years old
I sit and I watch,I listen and wait,for to me,my story is told.
My dream of that place far away.
The ocean it seems
has become part of me.
I'm near it, in all of my dreams.
Wherever I rest..or how I invest,
its sounds lets me know what it means.
I've searched many shores,from the grasses and dunes,
to the inlets and up every bay.
But my ocean it seems, the one in my dreams
may just have been stolen today.
I'm left staggered with doubt,all but screamed out,
and struggling to bypass each day.
Though my heart- may beat true,for the one- I once knew.
"Would you use me then push me away?"
I will reposses my ocean,I will walk along my shores,
I still hear it's music playing,inside my bodys core.
You have stole my wounded heart and hyptnotized my mind.
Right up to the brink of failure and the aftermath behind.
I'm looking for my ocean,I know it sat right here.
I'm searching for my ocean,Does anybody care?
This ocean that I own...it's mine and mine alone..
I will not lend it or leave it...
or ever mistreat it...
and to it I am married for life.
RJM 2013
Copyright © Robert Moan Jr | Year Posted 2014
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