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Old Friend
She is always there
When everyone has fled
And no one seems to care
Loneliness
My old friend
Is always there
When everyone has fled
And no one seems to care
Loneliness
My old friend
Is always there
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Posted: Jun 2014
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Not really a poem.. but worth the quick read..
Be careful the the one you are willing to take a bullet for is not the one holding the gun..
obvious but so true..
obvious but so true..
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Posted: Jul 2014
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The Fallen Leaf
Autumn storms swept through.
With battering winds, relentless rain,
and the unending torture loosening their grip,
the leaves flew.
November. All gone but one.
Stubborn, clinging, holding tight.
High in the sycamore, not letting go,
the branches promising strong support.
Christmas came and went,
but still the palmed leaf hung on.
Against January’s bitter cold, it persevered, but just.
Frozen by frost, heart turning to ice,
but still there - fingertips.
I noticed the day it was gone,
wrenched from it’s only home,
lost in the carpet of fellow fallen leaves below, never to be found.
I noticed it’s vacant place.
I noticed the space it left and I felt the void.
The inevitable dawning, I understood.
Omniscient Nature knows best –
when it’s time to go, it’s time to go…
With battering winds, relentless rain,
and the unending torture loosening their grip,
the leaves flew.
November. All gone but one.
Stubborn, clinging, holding tight.
High in the sycamore, not letting go,
the branches promising strong support.
Christmas came and went,
but still the palmed leaf hung on.
Against January’s bitter cold, it persevered, but just.
Frozen by frost, heart turning to ice,
but still there - fingertips.
I noticed the day it was gone,
wrenched from it’s only home,
lost in the carpet of fellow fallen leaves below, never to be found.
I noticed it’s vacant place.
I noticed the space it left and I felt the void.
The inevitable dawning, I understood.
Omniscient Nature knows best –
when it’s time to go, it’s time to go…
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Posted: Jul 2014
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My heart on my sleeve
It has happened again I made a vow not to allow this kinda thing but it is what it is. My love has been cast aside like so many weeds thrown from a garden.It really sucks that this thing called love made me all giddy and happy.Ha ha oh well its time to stop being sad and say another lesson learned! And hows your day going ?
By, Bess Mahoney
By, Bess Mahoney
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Posted: Jul 2014
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love is imperfect as we all are
online today!The Forg
Cold has she becomes
my songs are no longer welcome
A frog I have become.
my songs are no longer welcome
A frog I have become.
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Posted: Aug 2014
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Whoolthering of the Fly
Together for a While
I sit in this broken wooden staircase
at middle of night
Looking at the shivering trees in storm
Through this broken window
Exactly same as my broken life
By storm caused by you leaving me
I know we cannot be together again
Same as these broken glasses
laying on the floor .
I wonder what if this window had life
will it ever ask to these broken glasses
"cant we be together for a while
before this house collapses"
which is for sure going to happen tonight.
I realized then its the same thing
which i am murmuring
Oh my love cant we be together
for a while before my life ends
which is for sure going to happen tonight.
I know you cant hear me
you didn't when you could have
Wish you could have stayed
until this storm had passed
But you couldn't wait him long
outside in this storm.
Tonight thunder is so loud
even God cannot hear me
I wish someone did
as fear has en gripped my body and soul
seeing this white foam
coming out of my mouth
i have thrown myself to the floor
my eyes are open but vision dead
but still its your face i am seeing
and i guess am still murmuring
oh my love cant we be together
for a while before my life ends.
at middle of night
Looking at the shivering trees in storm
Through this broken window
Exactly same as my broken life
By storm caused by you leaving me
I know we cannot be together again
Same as these broken glasses
laying on the floor .
I wonder what if this window had life
will it ever ask to these broken glasses
"cant we be together for a while
before this house collapses"
which is for sure going to happen tonight.
I realized then its the same thing
which i am murmuring
Oh my love cant we be together
for a while before my life ends
which is for sure going to happen tonight.
I know you cant hear me
you didn't when you could have
Wish you could have stayed
until this storm had passed
But you couldn't wait him long
outside in this storm.
Tonight thunder is so loud
even God cannot hear me
I wish someone did
as fear has en gripped my body and soul
seeing this white foam
coming out of my mouth
i have thrown myself to the floor
my eyes are open but vision dead
but still its your face i am seeing
and i guess am still murmuring
oh my love cant we be together
for a while before my life ends.
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Posted: Aug 2014
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Love is strange..you act crazy for someone who aint worth and forget the ones who always been there for you, i suppose that is love - either flourish or perish !!
Why do I love you
Why do I love you
Why do these feelings feel so true
Why do I crave your touch
Why do I have to miss you so much
Why does your touch set me on fire
it scares the hell out of me
yet I think we are ment to be
I love you endlessly
yet you don't even notice me
when I see you I skip a heart beat
my body temperture raises in heat
my pulse starts to race
when I see your handsome face
Why do I love you
Why do these feelings feel so true
Why do I crave your touch
Why do I miss you so much
When I try to get you out of my mind
I only want you in my bed
Why do I have to love you
Why do these feelings feel so true
Why do I crave your touch
Why do I have to miss you so much
Why does your touch set me on fire
it scares the hell out of me
yet I think we are ment to be
I love you endlessly
yet you don't even notice me
when I see you I skip a heart beat
my body temperture raises in heat
my pulse starts to race
when I see your handsome face
Why do I love you
Why do these feelings feel so true
Why do I crave your touch
Why do I miss you so much
When I try to get you out of my mind
I only want you in my bed
Why do I have to love you
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Posted: Aug 2014
Post CommentLies of the heart
A sharp edge of night glooms over my heart shadows looms in the dark words with murderous ties kisses wipes say your goodbye. strip of my right to love naked feeling toss a side change sheet fresh meat stumbles in & out .Double life sleep with thy wife answer me or set me free promise made words fade .hollow shell of my heart what dwell beneath the dark fester & spread have thy way with me leave it be HOW I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BOTTOMLESS PIT OF LIES
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Posted: Aug 2014
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This short poem it's about a married man who sleeps around.
zBitter Harvest
They met at planting time
She furrowed deep the rows
Chanting lays of love
He wailed tales of woe.
She worked an easy pace, sowing seedless grapes,
Green, translucent, sweet
He a bitter, purple grape with acrid meat!
The sweet flourished, a taste as honey to the lips, the flavour of forever
His serpentine rows grew a crocked vine breeding murky pellets
,Bitter as the Lime.
And then her seedless greens shrivelled in his shadow
And became a rotting brown,
No more they could be found!
She gave such luscious greens, He a bitter meat, thick with peal.
He spends a lot of time now ravishing the vines To find
The seedless greens
to press to lips,
To taste the flavour of forever
Only finding dry-rot ropes the
Offspring of his Wormwood heart,
Now crumbling like sawdust in the wind.
She furrowed deep the rows
Chanting lays of love
He wailed tales of woe.
She worked an easy pace, sowing seedless grapes,
Green, translucent, sweet
He a bitter, purple grape with acrid meat!
The sweet flourished, a taste as honey to the lips, the flavour of forever
His serpentine rows grew a crocked vine breeding murky pellets
,Bitter as the Lime.
And then her seedless greens shrivelled in his shadow
And became a rotting brown,
No more they could be found!
She gave such luscious greens, He a bitter meat, thick with peal.
He spends a lot of time now ravishing the vines To find
The seedless greens
to press to lips,
To taste the flavour of forever
Only finding dry-rot ropes the
Offspring of his Wormwood heart,
Now crumbling like sawdust in the wind.
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Posted: Aug 2014
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A woman giving 100% the man 25%he ends up trying to find what he has lost.
But never finds it.
The Garden King
He fancied himself a Garden King
But seeds were sown long before his arrival.
He tried enticing growth with tools of past plantings
That he horded hanging on the nails in his soul.
He teased the white coned lily
And smirked at the Red Velvet Rose.
He never felt the growing tool of tragedy that
Seduces the tears necessary to quench the thirst of seeds.
Arrogance reared its head as he danced in the streets shouting
"I am the Garden King".
He fever carried the tool of voice,
With tender tone, to nurture.
He never hefted the tool of silence
Needed for selfhood.
His soul ached,
To stir,
To caress
but empty souls produce no touch,
That prompting tickle that induces a zest for life.
And the seedlings of the white coned Lily
And the Red Velvet Rose, with her message of love,
Wait,
For the rustle of growing tools,
Humble steps from the Garden King.
But seeds were sown long before his arrival.
He tried enticing growth with tools of past plantings
That he horded hanging on the nails in his soul.
He teased the white coned lily
And smirked at the Red Velvet Rose.
He never felt the growing tool of tragedy that
Seduces the tears necessary to quench the thirst of seeds.
Arrogance reared its head as he danced in the streets shouting
"I am the Garden King".
He fever carried the tool of voice,
With tender tone, to nurture.
He never hefted the tool of silence
Needed for selfhood.
His soul ached,
To stir,
To caress
but empty souls produce no touch,
That prompting tickle that induces a zest for life.
And the seedlings of the white coned Lily
And the Red Velvet Rose, with her message of love,
Wait,
For the rustle of growing tools,
Humble steps from the Garden King.
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Posted: Sep 2014
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