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Christine Trower Poem
Love is like a flower
Delicate and fragile
It needs just the right
Ingredients to survive
Too much attention is like...
Too much water
You seem desperate
And the relationship drowns
From desperate attempts at clinginess
Too little attention is like...
Feeling dehydrated
From lack of attention (water)
You wonder if they care at all
So, you reach out to whatever
Water comes your way
Your roots grow deeper
To survive the pain
And you reach out to
Whatever you can take a hold of
Angry words are like...
The sun that scorches and withers
The plant and heart
Careless thoughts and actions are like...
The dog that walks all over
And chews up whatever it likes without thought or consequence
Crushing the stems and flowers under its clumsy feet
Good love is like the Gardner...
Who lovingly tends its plant
Knowing the rewards will be
First prize at the show
Knowing that whatever is put in the plant
Is received back as a reward in return
Good love is also found from the one who knows its value...
Knowing it is worth more than the finest gold
Or the most precious jewels
Many people would....
Give everything they possess
And or sell their soul to the devil
To have the one they love
Love is the most expensive treasure of all
And unlike a pirate you cannot steal it
But utmost joy to the one who has it
And can look upon its
Beauty and delicately hold it in its hand
To see and smell its preciousness
And not crush it
Out of a careless heart
Copyright © Christine Trower | Year Posted 2006
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Christine Trower Poem
You are like a sickness
And I am a dog unto its own vomit
I keep coming back to you
again and again...
You are like Tuberculosis
Or cancer
The reason that I am vulnerable...
Is because 1 kernal of love
Is left in my heart for you
I need the most powerful drugs
Known to mankind
To kill what I feel for you
And what I feel is unhealthy
You are like the Cancer
You grow inside of me
Crowding out what is good for me
You are like a Leech
You suck and devoure
My life essence...
You feed until
I have nothing left inside of me
You get what you need from me
But while you do that
I am slowly dying inside
I need love...
But you can't give me that
And your fake, mirage, fools gold
Grows inside of me
Choking off my heart
To where
I can hardly breathe... anymore.
It hurts so much to love you
That I swear
I am having a heart attack...
All because you invaded my heart
My life space
And squeezed shut
My beating heart
Copyright © Christine Trower | Year Posted 2006
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Christine Trower Poem
If I could go back in time...
I would paint a picture
To replace the puzzles
Of your life that have been torn apart
I would paint a smile on your face
Instead of tears...
Replace worry
With hope...
I would put fairies around your bed
To watch over your innocence
While you sleep and as you go about in life
These fairies would be warriors too
Super-human martial artists
Ready to strike out
At anyone who would try to steal your innocence
I would cleanse and erase the EVIL
That has opened your eyes like the APPLE
I would sprinkle pixie dust on you...
To make you forget all the bad
I would go back to the Garden of Eden
I would crush the EVIL one...
The one who stole your innocence from you
And caused you to be
Cursed forever from innocence lost
Copyright © Christine Trower | Year Posted 2006
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Christine Trower Poem
You were like a serpent
Wise, crafty
Whispering in my ear
The most extrodinary lies...
You were like the APPLE
Sweet and FORBIDDEN...
Once I BIT of your essence
My EYES were OPENED...
A myriad of colors
Assailed my senses
And pleasure
Like I've never known before
Left me quivering after you...
The simultaneous orgasm
Sounded like a fairy tale
Until...your cunning and craftiness
Showed me the way...
And now I know
The difference between GOOD s_x and BAD s_x...
I enjoyed your every touch
How you made my body feel alive!
But, now I have been
CAST AWAY from my GARDEN of pleasure
Cast away from YOUR LOVE and touch
Now, I must TOIL
In my own SWEAT and in the sun
Looking for a SERPENT
With the magic touch you held
Oh, to be BLIND once more!
Now, every man
Doesn't measure up
To your EVIL
Ecstasy of pleasure and SIZE
Now I am in the hot
Desert of the world
WEEPING and GNASHING
My teeth
trying to find
The GRAINS of GOOD s_x
Among the WEEDS
Of lousy lovers
Copyright © Christine Trower | Year Posted 2008
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Christine Trower Poem
I keep investing my time
Like a prospector on a gold rush
I keep panning and panning
Hoping to get one glimmer of gold
To help me to survive in life
Instead I keep getting fooled
By all that shines
I see and love
Fools gold...
Men who I can't take to the bank
Men who are all pretty and sweet
But inside they are all fake
And they leave...
ugly green stains on my heart
When will I finally strike it rich
With a man who is 24 Carat pure gold
Who has love for me
That is priceless...
A love that will help me to survive
Life's toils and strife
When will my panning days be over
It seems..
My heart is weary and water logged
From hoping against hope
Holding the strainer of my heart in my hands
Hoping to find
True golden love...
instead of constantly being
Played like the fool
With this river that runs
full of fools gold.
Copyright © Christine Trower | Year Posted 2006
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Christine Trower Poem
With every man I kiss or fu...I'm writing you love's divorce papers
CONSIDER YOURSELF SERVED!
Your love inside of me
Has become like a festering boil
Or an inflamed, infected wound
The injury must be pierced
The infection must be cut out
The puss and bacteria must drain out of the sore
So, with every touch or kiss
Or mere presence of another man
Is like trying to bring the
Infection, pimple to a head
If I kiss enough men
Or someone long enough
I will kill the love that I have for you
Like a knife
Playing hairy kauri
I will take the knife and slit my wrists
I will weep, I will mourn
I will die inside
As I let my love for you die
And just when I feel weakest
When I feel like all the blood
Has drained from my weary body
I will feel one last heartbeat
Like the blood from a vampire
I will feel myself dead, yet alive
And feel myself be reborn
I will survive
I will go on
And I will vow never to be
Burned or used this way again
I will refuse to be
A dog unto its vomit
And I will avoid
That which brought the boil, pimple, wound
And I will move on!
Copyright © Christine Trower | Year Posted 2006
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Christine Trower Poem
You carefully weigh it out
And measure it out in exacting proportions
With specific ingredients
You do not cook without
Everything you need for the recipe...
But I on the other hand
Go by touch and feel
With what feels right at the moment
My art, as with my love is abstract
Not perfect, but special and unique
While you sit around waiting to cook
Waiting for the perfect woman to love...
I, on the other hand am licking my lips
And enjoying my sweet, bitter, strange concoction
And enjoying every minute of it!
I may not have a winner, someone perfect to be with forever
But as with anything in life, I live for the moment
Knowing that every day is precious and fleeting
Never knowing exactly how long it will last
And as with cooking in life
I will let my heart feed on whatever strange love
It chooses to taste
And my love will taste sweet in my heart!
Copyright © Christine Trower | Year Posted 2006
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Christine Trower Poem
Jeremy Zink
You make me need to see my shrink
All I do is stop and think
What is love?
Is it sent from above
Or some cruel torturous game
Meant to drive you insane
The question is, will it all work out in the end?
Or will I need to find love around another bend
In the road
Will I have to kiss another toad?
Before I find Mr. Right
And I won't be finding him at the bar tonight
That is all too clear...
He, certainly won't be my "honey dear"
But never fear
I'm sure he'll come here
Some day
Some way
Oh, hopefully love will be here to stay
Oh, and by the way
The address to my heart is 65 Baron
But he needn't be a Duke or Earl if you are carin
He just needs to be sweet, honest and kind
And in faithfulness know how to mind
Hopefully he isn't too far behind
And I don't have too long to wait
Hopefully, he is champin at the bit, and coming through my gate
So, if you are out there boy
Hurry it along!
Come on strong
And Christine is the name
I'm the only p..y you need to tame
This may sound rather lame
But I'm really quite serious
Even if it sounds rather delirious
Copyright © Christine Trower | Year Posted 2006
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Christine Trower Poem
Snowman with your love so cold
If I count on you, I'll have no hand to hold
Because when I get you all hot..you melt away
You leave me achy, and cold...waiting for another day
In my dreaming eyes
I place the HAPPY HAT
The "hope of love" upon your head
Having s_x like rabbits
You seem so magical and fun...
I forget you are only "in it for the sex"
And it is like TAKING OFF THE HAT...
And then you aren't fun, alive or real anymore
And because of sex
Like snow, with your PLAYER'S heart
If I love you too much....
I am like the sun
And you will melt and disappear
And I will be left upset
Crying and alone
And all that is left
Is a puddle of tears!
Copyright © Christine Trower | Year Posted 2007
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Christine Trower Poem
As my thighs grip your neck
And my hands hold on tight
I am a rocket sent to
Blast off and leave this planet
With every spin and turn
I am transported out of this world...
I am riding you big, and masculine, backwards
And you are my bull
When I ride you, you are my lover
And you are mine and I own you...
I show off my strength as
My arms and leg muscles
Hold me firmly in your lap
I show my dancer's
Flexability and grace
As my body flows and folds
With every turn and buck that you give me
I predict what you will do
And I ride and move my body
In tandem with your bucks and thrusts
I enjoy the ride
And as the operator tries to throw me off
Upping the speed faster and faster
I SCREAM because it is scary
And exciting all at the same time
My head is spinning...
And at the same time,2-3 minutes
My arm and knuckles are swelling and in pain
And then with a sign, I let go and give up
Copyright © Christine Trower | Year Posted 2006
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