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Real or Illusion
She came to me shy and sweet
Much like my dream's illusion
Virtual or is my dream complete
What is my realistic conclusion
Soft fine and long red wavy hair
Delicate ears and my caring fingers
Lips that are passionate and rare
The caressing arms that often linger
She has filled a void that was dark
Made me whole when life was bleak
She ignited a fire that was a spark
And made me feel special and unique
I think it's real for I know I can feel it
Certainly this is what life is meant to be
I know it's real for I can now see it
It's life, it's exhilaration, it's you and me!
Much like my dream's illusion
Virtual or is my dream complete
What is my realistic conclusion
Soft fine and long red wavy hair
Delicate ears and my caring fingers
Lips that are passionate and rare
The caressing arms that often linger
She has filled a void that was dark
Made me whole when life was bleak
She ignited a fire that was a spark
And made me feel special and unique
I think it's real for I know I can feel it
Certainly this is what life is meant to be
I know it's real for I can now see it
It's life, it's exhilaration, it's you and me!
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
resurrected feelings.
september 1916
july
i wondered lonely as a raindrop
the wind on my back
the tears rolling down my face
as i watch her disappear into the twilight
September arose:
my heart still shattered
my love still lost
never did i know how much her heart cost
my soul forever gone
a yuletide delight:
sweet december graced my red nose
as i pulled the sleigh of life
i found my glorious rose
returned to me under the tree.....
balls naked wrapped in tinsil
i wondered lonely as a raindrop
the wind on my back
the tears rolling down my face
as i watch her disappear into the twilight
September arose:
my heart still shattered
my love still lost
never did i know how much her heart cost
my soul forever gone
a yuletide delight:
sweet december graced my red nose
as i pulled the sleigh of life
i found my glorious rose
returned to me under the tree.....
balls naked wrapped in tinsil
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
the tearing of a mans soul by love and the mending of his libido by tinsil..... did i mention she was an elf
Systemic
A talk on “Sonnets”, once did attend
fascinated by the sound was I
of words that move to tears or grin
skill lacking, my pen has yet to try
Not academic-taught are my poems
no poetic training have I had
but my pen writes its messages
whether mediocre, good or bad
My writing is free-verse systemic
from feelings, deep, deep within
that rise up into words polemic
words, worlds ready to begin again
Once lost somewhere in my heart
this rhyming verse I now impart.
fascinated by the sound was I
of words that move to tears or grin
skill lacking, my pen has yet to try
Not academic-taught are my poems
no poetic training have I had
but my pen writes its messages
whether mediocre, good or bad
My writing is free-verse systemic
from feelings, deep, deep within
that rise up into words polemic
words, worlds ready to begin again
Once lost somewhere in my heart
this rhyming verse I now impart.
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
My very first sonnet...
Love
The twinkle in your eye
The smile upon your lips
The way you look at me
Or the way your touch feels
Why do I know its love
How does this feeling ring true
Without saying a word you told me
But do you feel the same way too
I guess all i can say is I love you
And pray that your heart is in tune
This is a scary place for me to be
But thats what make it rewarding to me
The smile upon your lips
The way you look at me
Or the way your touch feels
Why do I know its love
How does this feeling ring true
Without saying a word you told me
But do you feel the same way too
I guess all i can say is I love you
And pray that your heart is in tune
This is a scary place for me to be
But thats what make it rewarding to me
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Posted: Aug 2011
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on line today
online today,
flying to one other heart,
online today,
belonging to someone else,
online today,
I'm so forgotten,
in so many faces..
and desire of you..
I have my words,
my only world,
over distance,
and difference,
that's my virtual power,
to tell..
I love you..
flying to one other heart,
online today,
belonging to someone else,
online today,
I'm so forgotten,
in so many faces..
and desire of you..
I have my words,
my only world,
over distance,
and difference,
that's my virtual power,
to tell..
I love you..
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
humoristic inspiration...
the usual places
I hear your voice in
this side of my mind
that place you've been
with thoughts entwined
my eyes close slowly
to gaze at your face
your smile seen wholly
a warm state of grace
as imaginary arms I wrap
you tightly in time missed
the space that fills the gap
your lips are lightly kissed
you're at the usual places
that my mind's eye embraces
© agoodguy2have 2009-12-18
this side of my mind
that place you've been
with thoughts entwined
my eyes close slowly
to gaze at your face
your smile seen wholly
a warm state of grace
as imaginary arms I wrap
you tightly in time missed
the space that fills the gap
your lips are lightly kissed
you're at the usual places
that my mind's eye embraces
© agoodguy2have 2009-12-18
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Posted: Jan 2010
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Doug
There once was a man named Doug.
Who bought a purple mug.
He had a biscuit, or three,
a cup of tea.
Then fell asleep on the rug.
Who bought a purple mug.
He had a biscuit, or three,
a cup of tea.
Then fell asleep on the rug.
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
This poem is a concise treatise into the inner workings of the human soul.
A sonnet ordered me Violante
A sonnet ordered me Violante,
in my life I have been in such a predicament;
fourteen lines say it's sonnet
mocking derision go three ahead.
I thought it could not find consonant
and I'm in the middle of another quartet,
but if I look in the first triplet,
there is nothing in the quartets that I afraid.
For the first triplet am getting,
and it seems I went on right
the end with this verse I will give.
I'm in the second and even suspect
I'm running the thirteen verses:
fourteen reckon and it's done.
in my life I have been in such a predicament;
fourteen lines say it's sonnet
mocking derision go three ahead.
I thought it could not find consonant
and I'm in the middle of another quartet,
but if I look in the first triplet,
there is nothing in the quartets that I afraid.
For the first triplet am getting,
and it seems I went on right
the end with this verse I will give.
I'm in the second and even suspect
I'm running the thirteen verses:
fourteen reckon and it's done.
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
Not easy to translate it from spanish, I'm not sure if everything can be understood.
mays love
you love all you say,
round ,beneath,above me,
find me then some way,
better than to love me.
me ,too ,dearest may.
o world-kissing eyes,
which the blue heavens,melt too,
i, sad other wise,
loathe ,the sweet looks dealts to,
all things-men and flies.
you love all,you say,
their for dear,abate me,
just your love,i pray,
shut your eyes and hate me,
only me-fair may
round ,beneath,above me,
find me then some way,
better than to love me.
me ,too ,dearest may.
o world-kissing eyes,
which the blue heavens,melt too,
i, sad other wise,
loathe ,the sweet looks dealts to,
all things-men and flies.
you love all,you say,
their for dear,abate me,
just your love,i pray,
shut your eyes and hate me,
only me-fair may
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
lone this poemYou’ve gotta love him
My lover's eyes are crossed, wave to and fro,
His nose, an ogre's ridge, much to the fore,
I send him out each day and hope he'll go
And not come back 'till this lifetime is o'er.
His skin is dire and pitted like a grid,
Wild hair all matted as a rabid dog,
Great forehead huge, yet pea-sized in the id
And voice that would offend a deafened frog.
To his ablutions he won't give a fig.
He reeks of cat's pee and of fouled roe, fried.
His fingernails would be just cause to dig,
Yes, on his stinking clothes fleas catch a ride!
Yet forged in his intent to spare the rod,
A caring heart, that plain, was wrought of God
His nose, an ogre's ridge, much to the fore,
I send him out each day and hope he'll go
And not come back 'till this lifetime is o'er.
His skin is dire and pitted like a grid,
Wild hair all matted as a rabid dog,
Great forehead huge, yet pea-sized in the id
And voice that would offend a deafened frog.
To his ablutions he won't give a fig.
He reeks of cat's pee and of fouled roe, fried.
His fingernails would be just cause to dig,
Yes, on his stinking clothes fleas catch a ride!
Yet forged in his intent to spare the rod,
A caring heart, that plain, was wrought of God
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
(Parody of a Shakespearean Sonnet"My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun".)
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