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GENEVIEVE
me and my baby genevieve. i work so hard to try to please my life with animals cats is such a breeze. i long for the day when i have my own house. then i could keep 30 who"ll say,this place is wonderful. we"re cared for , loved, fed,and it feels so good to stretch out and not worry if there"s a car waiting to kill us.
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Posted: Nov 2019
About this poem:
i wrote this for my baby genevieve, who i call genna.yesterday, she was run over by a real sicko. and she was walking on the white line.i never had a chance to say goodbye so i"ll say it now,farewell my little girl
Watch
WATCH, LISTEN
Watch the sea!
Listen to the music!
Wait a minuit!
Pebbles!
Listen to the silence!
Wet jeans, gurgles, laughter,
Sky,
Eyes that sparkle, eyes that laugh,
Colours.
The water washes the pebbles,
Sunshine created the colours,
Brown feet splash, making marks in the sand.
Dash across, watch the sea!
Will it catch you and later free?
Grabbing hands, laughing eyes, her jeans are wet up to her thighs,
Gurgles, crashing, spirited waves,
White washing foam, and we were in it.
Watch the sea,
Listen to the music,
listen to the silence
Between
Watch the sea!
Listen to the music!
Wait a minuit!
Pebbles!
Listen to the silence!
Wet jeans, gurgles, laughter,
Sky,
Eyes that sparkle, eyes that laugh,
Colours.
The water washes the pebbles,
Sunshine created the colours,
Brown feet splash, making marks in the sand.
Dash across, watch the sea!
Will it catch you and later free?
Grabbing hands, laughing eyes, her jeans are wet up to her thighs,
Gurgles, crashing, spirited waves,
White washing foam, and we were in it.
Watch the sea,
Listen to the music,
listen to the silence
Between
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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
It was all me and my true love and now she has gone.
You again
Happy, jovial, ecstasy, bliss
Affection, passion, devotion this
Love is you and me, it’s joy
A dark-haired girl and a blue-eyed boy
Promise, potential, dream, delight
Separation, severance, parting, flight
Desolation, sadness, grief and pain
Wipe my tears, stop this train
Affection, passion, devotion this
Love is you and me, it’s joy
A dark-haired girl and a blue-eyed boy
Promise, potential, dream, delight
Separation, severance, parting, flight
Desolation, sadness, grief and pain
Wipe my tears, stop this train
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Posted: Sep 2019
About this poem:
When he didnt say goodbyeGoing Under
I’m waiting on the corner of the catwalk
Twelve midnight... Your love I stalk...
Standing alone with the moons piercing light shining directly on my face...
I move back and hide in the shadows
I have every right
Every minute that passes feels like an eternity.. I feel I’m going under, trying to make u see (me)!
What a perfect space... I have the perfect view
I can see your apartment window,
I close my eyes and I picture me & you
So I bite my lip... and swallow my words
Just wondering what your doing with Her!!
Me , you have known all your life
Her you just met... on one drunken night... I feel I’m going under.. trying to make you understand
Cheating doesn’t make you more of a man.
I’m still standing here... it has started to rain, but what does it matter, it’s a blessing in disguise...
Now... no one can see my tears or my pain...
It’s three a.m. ... it’s obvious your not coming home... I feel I’m going under.. remembering the day you died...
And how she was with you and not me
Elizabeth R
Twelve midnight... Your love I stalk...
Standing alone with the moons piercing light shining directly on my face...
I move back and hide in the shadows
I have every right
Every minute that passes feels like an eternity.. I feel I’m going under, trying to make u see (me)!
What a perfect space... I have the perfect view
I can see your apartment window,
I close my eyes and I picture me & you
So I bite my lip... and swallow my words
Just wondering what your doing with Her!!
Me , you have known all your life
Her you just met... on one drunken night... I feel I’m going under.. trying to make you understand
Cheating doesn’t make you more of a man.
I’m still standing here... it has started to rain, but what does it matter, it’s a blessing in disguise...
Now... no one can see my tears or my pain...
It’s three a.m. ... it’s obvious your not coming home... I feel I’m going under.. remembering the day you died...
And how she was with you and not me
Elizabeth R
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Posted: Sep 2019
About this poem:
Even in death... you still hold on
The Parade
I have watched parades for many years
I have watched the Dairy Days Parade in Platteville since 1997
Yesterday was the first time I watched it from the library
On the second floor there are reading rooms that stick out
They are big enough for one person to sit about 20 feet above main street
The parade started about 9:30
At about 9:48 a historic reinactment group walked past
One man fell down
They did chest compressions on him to keep him alive
But he died later that day
I had a friend lose his mom at around 3:30 early that same day
I wonder how the day I made the decision to see it from above
That I would be right where a man had died
But all the other years I had watched it farther down main street
I didn't find out about his death till around 3 pm that day
When I visited the historic reinactment at Mound View Park
I have watched the Dairy Days Parade in Platteville since 1997
Yesterday was the first time I watched it from the library
On the second floor there are reading rooms that stick out
They are big enough for one person to sit about 20 feet above main street
The parade started about 9:30
At about 9:48 a historic reinactment group walked past
One man fell down
They did chest compressions on him to keep him alive
But he died later that day
I had a friend lose his mom at around 3:30 early that same day
I wonder how the day I made the decision to see it from above
That I would be right where a man had died
But all the other years I had watched it farther down main street
I didn't find out about his death till around 3 pm that day
When I visited the historic reinactment at Mound View Park
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Posted: Sep 2019
About this poem:
I have been to three parades so far this year. I may see three more this year yet.
A Reminder (Pain never says goodbye)
The battle is half won,
But still it drags on,
Another misery been found,
A mother joy drowned.
Another day gone by,
Another sorrow standby,
Another happiness fly,
Pain never says goodbye!
A little joy stolen,
A little fun hidden,
Why is it forbidden?
All hope forsaken!
Motivation a must,
Leaving yesterday dust,
Tomorrow another rush,
Today I'll wait to pass.
If only you knew,
I share with you,
Not the devil's rust,
But your human touch.
I will carry on,
From where I fall,
And break these walls,
And walkway brave and tall .
But still it drags on,
Another misery been found,
A mother joy drowned.
Another day gone by,
Another sorrow standby,
Another happiness fly,
Pain never says goodbye!
A little joy stolen,
A little fun hidden,
Why is it forbidden?
All hope forsaken!
Motivation a must,
Leaving yesterday dust,
Tomorrow another rush,
Today I'll wait to pass.
If only you knew,
I share with you,
Not the devil's rust,
But your human touch.
I will carry on,
From where I fall,
And break these walls,
And walkway brave and tall .
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
seeing the turmoil my mum is facing,the impending doom she is feeling,
lost and a neglected woman,
I can't pacify nor console her. . .
she's going to a welfare home,
for her its as good as
going to her own burial.
and I can't say a damm thing
http://www.connectingsingles.com/blog_60308_1/sealed_in_stone_a_bloody_reminder_to_me.htm
The Darkest Rose
Less fear scares me as dark shadows enclose
Under black shroud of a widow's blind-fold
Wearing the scent of summer's darkest rose
Blooms in a lonely field that death foretold
Eyes never drying when tears stop their flow
Nothing is as moist as the mourning dew
Nor stark the color of carrion crows'
Coal black feathers turning purplish-blue
Sick in my grief was love lost in the grave
More vulnerable yet lest I ever dreamed
Continuous fear wearing down depraved
Bitterness cast from the nets unredeemed
May ones' good life be made from what's gone past
Living in sweet dreams that forever last
Under black shroud of a widow's blind-fold
Wearing the scent of summer's darkest rose
Blooms in a lonely field that death foretold
Eyes never drying when tears stop their flow
Nothing is as moist as the mourning dew
Nor stark the color of carrion crows'
Coal black feathers turning purplish-blue
Sick in my grief was love lost in the grave
More vulnerable yet lest I ever dreamed
Continuous fear wearing down depraved
Bitterness cast from the nets unredeemed
May ones' good life be made from what's gone past
Living in sweet dreams that forever last
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Such is an emptiness now found in the New England woods this time of year. Visting the grave of my mother, this sonnet is very darkly reflective of my suffering a deep loss, followed by a timeless bitter mourning from a death so deeply personal. Perhaps only in our dreams can such sadness be balanced by the celebration of another happier time in life and also with the hope of her eternal love.City Reality
The City is a bee hive but there is no Queen....
So inhabitants have no order everybody chasing their own dream.
A colony of concrete building rising up from hot paved sidewalk,
Shoulders marching in business attire and on their cellphones they talk.
They are building something but not sure what exactly,
Only following the expectations of society.
Shoppers with shopping bags of various purchases they may never need,
Thier ego and others desired expectation they feed.
Strollers with babies pushed by bent back,tired Mothers,
Inside the exotic clubs and bars you can find the Fathers.
Theaters filled with people with no imagination,
Churches and cults with lost souls without a vision.
Teenagers dressed in the latest fashion,
Heading for a future with no income to survive on.
Yet the City draws people from far and near,
Got to get that dollar is the only voice they hear.
She arrived on the country bus with such hope,her best dress and a sparkle in her eye.
Ten years later that country bus took her back home with a swollen belly,addicted to drugs and the sparkle had died.
So inhabitants have no order everybody chasing their own dream.
A colony of concrete building rising up from hot paved sidewalk,
Shoulders marching in business attire and on their cellphones they talk.
They are building something but not sure what exactly,
Only following the expectations of society.
Shoppers with shopping bags of various purchases they may never need,
Thier ego and others desired expectation they feed.
Strollers with babies pushed by bent back,tired Mothers,
Inside the exotic clubs and bars you can find the Fathers.
Theaters filled with people with no imagination,
Churches and cults with lost souls without a vision.
Teenagers dressed in the latest fashion,
Heading for a future with no income to survive on.
Yet the City draws people from far and near,
Got to get that dollar is the only voice they hear.
She arrived on the country bus with such hope,her best dress and a sparkle in her eye.
Ten years later that country bus took her back home with a swollen belly,addicted to drugs and the sparkle had died.
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Posted: Jul 2019
About this poem:
Busy day in a busy city and it just came to me.
the fall from grace
Cartoon characters one and all
Some come to sneer some have a ball
Most stay a while some never leave
The few left here seldom grieve
They gain in power
Their egos swell
They preach their truth
Of heaven and hell
Then madness takes them by the hand
Whispers giggles offers plans
To raise themselves above the mods
Make themselves demi gods
The fall is swift
The end comes fast
Your not a god
ALL HAIL THE MODS
Some come to sneer some have a ball
Most stay a while some never leave
The few left here seldom grieve
They gain in power
Their egos swell
They preach their truth
Of heaven and hell
Then madness takes them by the hand
Whispers giggles offers plans
To raise themselves above the mods
Make themselves demi gods
The fall is swift
The end comes fast
Your not a god
ALL HAIL THE MODS
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Posted: Jun 2019
About this poem:
When CS becomes too realThe Smell of Death
Feeling the biting cold north wind blow
I stand on a precipice of a shale cliff
Overlooking the dull choppy waters below
The smells of decaying life is all I sniff
Behind me I glance dim lights of my chateaux
Then swirling high a white form makes as if
A sudden dive into frigid waters it might go
A form of a seagull turning into a hieroglyph
That smell really is the smell of death I whiff
I stand on a precipice of a shale cliff
Overlooking the dull choppy waters below
The smells of decaying life is all I sniff
Behind me I glance dim lights of my chateaux
Then swirling high a white form makes as if
A sudden dive into frigid waters it might go
A form of a seagull turning into a hieroglyph
That smell really is the smell of death I whiff
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
The smell of the lake in late fall.....when the waters turn cold...is very putrid.....as many organisms die....and decay before the ice comes...Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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