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Don't Stop Doing Things
My day is filled with thoughts of you
The longing that burns deep within
My heart, my whole being too, just for you
The passion that's built up, can't contain
To love you, touch you, your voice to listen to
The joy in my heart waiting, always multiplied by
Tender moments shared, garnished with tender love
Should I write, will you find time to read
Should I talk, will you listen and take my lead
Should I cry, will you gently wipe my tears
Should I be scared, will you know my fears
Should I be silent, will you read my mind
Should I demand, will you say no or go find
Should I change, will you wonder why
Should I sigh, will you feel weighed down
Should I? Or shouldn't I? Please tell me dear!
We've walked the walk and talked the talk
All avenues tried; hear me, I'm reaching out
To you, love of my life, my one and all
My love for you I long to keep burning bright
Is this a longing you too share in your heart?
Hear me that safely I may settle before
My longings get blown away by the fierce,
Relentless storm bringing havoc within!
**gtp2013**
Below is #2 of the "16 Ways I Blew My Marriage" written by the author of the blog Single Dad Laughing. Though written by a man twice divorced, it applies to women as well. So ladies and gentlemen of Poet Corner if you haven't come across it yet, do check the rest of the 16 .. .it's actually a list of 31 Ways to screw your Marriage. Take the time to read then tell me if it is not worth your time. So here is number 2:
2. DON’T STOP TRYING TO BE ATTRACTIVE.
Obviously when I was working to woo her, I would do myself up as attractively as I possibly could every time I saw her. I kept perfectly groomed. I always smelled good. I held in my farts
until she wasn’t around. For some reason, marriage made me feel like I could stop doing all that. I would get all properly groomed, smelling good, and dressed up any time we went out somewhere or I went out by myself, but I rarely, if ever, cared about making myself attractive just for her.
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d try and put my best foot forward throughout our entire marriage. I’d wait to fart until I was in the bathroom whenever possible. I’d make myself desirable so that she would desire me.
BONUS! when you trim your man hair, guess what.
She returns the favor.
The longing that burns deep within
My heart, my whole being too, just for you
The passion that's built up, can't contain
To love you, touch you, your voice to listen to
The joy in my heart waiting, always multiplied by
Tender moments shared, garnished with tender love
Should I write, will you find time to read
Should I talk, will you listen and take my lead
Should I cry, will you gently wipe my tears
Should I be scared, will you know my fears
Should I be silent, will you read my mind
Should I demand, will you say no or go find
Should I change, will you wonder why
Should I sigh, will you feel weighed down
Should I? Or shouldn't I? Please tell me dear!
We've walked the walk and talked the talk
All avenues tried; hear me, I'm reaching out
To you, love of my life, my one and all
My love for you I long to keep burning bright
Is this a longing you too share in your heart?
Hear me that safely I may settle before
My longings get blown away by the fierce,
Relentless storm bringing havoc within!
**gtp2013**
Below is #2 of the "16 Ways I Blew My Marriage" written by the author of the blog Single Dad Laughing. Though written by a man twice divorced, it applies to women as well. So ladies and gentlemen of Poet Corner if you haven't come across it yet, do check the rest of the 16 .. .it's actually a list of 31 Ways to screw your Marriage. Take the time to read then tell me if it is not worth your time. So here is number 2:
2. DON’T STOP TRYING TO BE ATTRACTIVE.
Obviously when I was working to woo her, I would do myself up as attractively as I possibly could every time I saw her. I kept perfectly groomed. I always smelled good. I held in my farts
until she wasn’t around. For some reason, marriage made me feel like I could stop doing all that. I would get all properly groomed, smelling good, and dressed up any time we went out somewhere or I went out by myself, but I rarely, if ever, cared about making myself attractive just for her.
IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d try and put my best foot forward throughout our entire marriage. I’d wait to fart until I was in the bathroom whenever possible. I’d make myself desirable so that she would desire me.
BONUS! when you trim your man hair, guess what.
She returns the favor.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
Inspired by a new migrant friend...a simple, loving, loyal wife and mother of two who feels lost and at a crossroad/dead end due to communication breakdown with her partner. She feels not being taken seriously anymore.I believe many can relate to her story hence I wrote this for her and for all the other women and men out there who might be feeling the same way.
Shadows
As evening draws what does it bring for me,
fleeting shadows cast upon the wall,
as light leaves the day its time to be,
watching those moonbeams of light call,
Do you draw the curtains to hide the dark,
or leave and look at the shadows within you,
your thoughts become bleak and stark,
remembering those times when love was true,
The hours of night seem very long,
no shadows existed then when you were here,
the time when I thought love was strong,
losing you brought about this atmosphere,
Lamplight flickers on the wall,
shadows stem from all the dark,
darkness covers but its starlights call,
like a tree my sap is gone just left is my bark,
The lingering shadows on my heart,
daybreak will come to light my way,
taking with it my gloomy part,
removing the shadows from my day.
fleeting shadows cast upon the wall,
as light leaves the day its time to be,
watching those moonbeams of light call,
Do you draw the curtains to hide the dark,
or leave and look at the shadows within you,
your thoughts become bleak and stark,
remembering those times when love was true,
The hours of night seem very long,
no shadows existed then when you were here,
the time when I thought love was strong,
losing you brought about this atmosphere,
Lamplight flickers on the wall,
shadows stem from all the dark,
darkness covers but its starlights call,
like a tree my sap is gone just left is my bark,
The lingering shadows on my heart,
daybreak will come to light my way,
taking with it my gloomy part,
removing the shadows from my day.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
when a relationship ends we tend to feel this way for some time especially if your the one that is let go, everything is shadowy and a cloud hangs over you until finally the light of day brings you back.Time waits for No one
As that old troubador Rod Stewart would sing,
Time waits for no one and I`ll not wait on you,
you would have truly worn that wedding ring,
one day you will have these reflections too,
Maybe not now, not straight away,
but something will eventually trigger the past,
and you may regret the words you spoke that day,
you could have tried a little harder to make it last,
In time thoughts will come across your mind,
why your pride and quick resolution to say were through,
of lost love from a man who was honest, caring and kind,
the spectre of lost love will always haunt you too,
So keep your pride and stubborness within,
time waits for no one and I`ll not wait on you,
their will never be another day to try again or begin,
it is plain and simple now we are through.
Time waits for no one and I`ll not wait on you,
you would have truly worn that wedding ring,
one day you will have these reflections too,
Maybe not now, not straight away,
but something will eventually trigger the past,
and you may regret the words you spoke that day,
you could have tried a little harder to make it last,
In time thoughts will come across your mind,
why your pride and quick resolution to say were through,
of lost love from a man who was honest, caring and kind,
the spectre of lost love will always haunt you too,
So keep your pride and stubborness within,
time waits for no one and I`ll not wait on you,
their will never be another day to try again or begin,
it is plain and simple now we are through.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
Listening to music and "Time waits for no one" has plenty of meaning for both parties when a split occurs. Whether we like to or not we all tend to look back and think the magic words "What if?"
Look To The Past
Look to the future brings me back to my past,
These two worlds the distance has become too vast,
Screaming to the sky, when will searching stop?
A lonely soul wandering, on a far distant mountaintop.
The heart grows weary to find its way back home,
Emptiness growing stronger, across the land it roams,
When the eyes become open it will all be crystal clear,
All your questions will be answered away from all your fear,
Blind to what your heart desires, blind but still you seek,
Questions your heart demands, makes the soul become weak,
Commitment and loyalty are lessons that one learns,
A shame to let that get in the way of what your heart yearns,
The answers will come to pass, to the questions you will find,
Your soul wandering lost, chaos within your mind,
Within the chaos you see the light,
A glimpse of a future, all shiny and bright
Listening to the voices, whispering in the wind,
Look to your past, against a wall your pinned,
Two souls that were torn apart by life’s cruel game,
Two souls finally found and no one is to blame.
Sleeping hearts grow weary, never facing what is true,
Content with the little things that will always see them through,
But to finally feel what true love is, life moves on way to fast,
The secret of a future love, you may find it in the past.
These two worlds the distance has become too vast,
Screaming to the sky, when will searching stop?
A lonely soul wandering, on a far distant mountaintop.
The heart grows weary to find its way back home,
Emptiness growing stronger, across the land it roams,
When the eyes become open it will all be crystal clear,
All your questions will be answered away from all your fear,
Blind to what your heart desires, blind but still you seek,
Questions your heart demands, makes the soul become weak,
Commitment and loyalty are lessons that one learns,
A shame to let that get in the way of what your heart yearns,
The answers will come to pass, to the questions you will find,
Your soul wandering lost, chaos within your mind,
Within the chaos you see the light,
A glimpse of a future, all shiny and bright
Listening to the voices, whispering in the wind,
Look to your past, against a wall your pinned,
Two souls that were torn apart by life’s cruel game,
Two souls finally found and no one is to blame.
Sleeping hearts grow weary, never facing what is true,
Content with the little things that will always see them through,
But to finally feel what true love is, life moves on way to fast,
The secret of a future love, you may find it in the past.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2014
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Burned
Pain found in the far reaches of a darkened mind melts all evidence of joy in the heart;
Shadows waste within the corners of life and bring clouded visions of all dreams and divine.
The here and now, as one should live, becomes a prison locked for only some to see;
Chaining the spirit, of a once proud soul, now broken in pieces without life anymore.
The choices from those, once promised to care, has the power to take your treasures unaware;
Continuing along in the world without thought and the feeling of “free” without even a dare.
To plan an exit without even a thought on how it would land on the unlucky distraught;
Leaving behind so many questions unanswered that it can only be seen as a deliberate action.
The flames in life are so quickly doused out yet for no other reason than the other self doubt;
Sending chocking sensations that burn to the core left to cool to a lifeless “forever more”.
The shreds of a lifeless clinging form who cannot move from its walls of chloroform;
Ensuring emotional paralysis, as a part of existence, fills our life with much unwanted resistance.
Hidden deep in the mind from way far below, a small voice is heard shouting a strange hello.
A semblance or thread of the once lively glow is trying to say that is must be made to grow.
Can you hear, are you listening, to the harried frantic non-opposing woe?
Or has the fire for life extinguished and cold, please please say we will not continue to fold.
Shadows waste within the corners of life and bring clouded visions of all dreams and divine.
The here and now, as one should live, becomes a prison locked for only some to see;
Chaining the spirit, of a once proud soul, now broken in pieces without life anymore.
The choices from those, once promised to care, has the power to take your treasures unaware;
Continuing along in the world without thought and the feeling of “free” without even a dare.
To plan an exit without even a thought on how it would land on the unlucky distraught;
Leaving behind so many questions unanswered that it can only be seen as a deliberate action.
The flames in life are so quickly doused out yet for no other reason than the other self doubt;
Sending chocking sensations that burn to the core left to cool to a lifeless “forever more”.
The shreds of a lifeless clinging form who cannot move from its walls of chloroform;
Ensuring emotional paralysis, as a part of existence, fills our life with much unwanted resistance.
Hidden deep in the mind from way far below, a small voice is heard shouting a strange hello.
A semblance or thread of the once lively glow is trying to say that is must be made to grow.
Can you hear, are you listening, to the harried frantic non-opposing woe?
Or has the fire for life extinguished and cold, please please say we will not continue to fold.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
Again inspired by a heart wrenching experience.Diceiving - Diciever
It was while ago when I become aware that my charming King
in shining armor goes on endless games of deacitfulness,
feeling crashed like sudden hurricane thrown heavy tree
to fall on my soul,
realising that all my suffering in sleepless delirium
of selfless giving to chase dream of love - true desert dust
where oassiese of discovered water waits to greet me,
to remind me that all troubles where worth while.
It was all just a childish dream,
creating sett of necklaces made of empty sea shelves thrown on the sandy beach...
It was while ago when I become aware that my charming King
is dressed in seductive performer of love deception,
King who loves me truly by selling radiant love letters and
passionate phone whispers where stars always rise
above my eyes,promising love to eternity...
somewhere near the ocean where palm trees inviting us
to promising happiness and thrown net in the sea never comes out
to leave us with empty hands
while 'little favours' of his endless troubles are lefted for me
to be sort out...and dream that some days soon
everything will be over for good.
In game of deception is two of us now in enduring time
to pull another trick on each other
and serious game of life is played like a poker cards,
who will come ahead with luckier hand
but now my King of romance doesn't know that
table is turned over
when we keep feeding each other with dreams,
where my King of deception become enemy of all I ever dreamed
and I sadly know that there is no real winner in this game,
where my dreams of the greatest love story,
rhymes song of hopeful happiness meant to inspire,
all turned to be empty bubbles made from my King to gain profit,
and now my Sisyphus laugh goes beyond my hidden tears that hides at the cone of my eyes where little shiny stars twinkles in hope of better future to come;
reassuring myself that I'll be all right
and it's no use of being blind.
The truth is;
it wasn't my seductive King od deception that deceived me...
I was deceived with my own chase to reach fantasies and divine love
To be in love with Love that is the greatest of me and my King of deception,
To be in Love with my own compassion for humanity,
to be in love with selflessness,
where suffering makes me feel closer with God,
who teaches us, for only what we give away
Enriches us in finding Divine,
while tears hides in cone of my eyes with twinkles...
I still wonder how to end our seductive playful game of deception,
Between me and my seductive King of deception
My humble self become better performer in writing my King sweet poetry
while wishing to lock him as bird in cage
or make him push heavy rock all day and night as Sisyphus,
and as the days passing by it's getting more tiring for me
as there is no joy or triumph in my wining...
Deceiving -deceiver
is not a childish game
but stiller of time in happiness.
in shining armor goes on endless games of deacitfulness,
feeling crashed like sudden hurricane thrown heavy tree
to fall on my soul,
realising that all my suffering in sleepless delirium
of selfless giving to chase dream of love - true desert dust
where oassiese of discovered water waits to greet me,
to remind me that all troubles where worth while.
It was all just a childish dream,
creating sett of necklaces made of empty sea shelves thrown on the sandy beach...
It was while ago when I become aware that my charming King
is dressed in seductive performer of love deception,
King who loves me truly by selling radiant love letters and
passionate phone whispers where stars always rise
above my eyes,promising love to eternity...
somewhere near the ocean where palm trees inviting us
to promising happiness and thrown net in the sea never comes out
to leave us with empty hands
while 'little favours' of his endless troubles are lefted for me
to be sort out...and dream that some days soon
everything will be over for good.
In game of deception is two of us now in enduring time
to pull another trick on each other
and serious game of life is played like a poker cards,
who will come ahead with luckier hand
but now my King of romance doesn't know that
table is turned over
when we keep feeding each other with dreams,
where my King of deception become enemy of all I ever dreamed
and I sadly know that there is no real winner in this game,
where my dreams of the greatest love story,
rhymes song of hopeful happiness meant to inspire,
all turned to be empty bubbles made from my King to gain profit,
and now my Sisyphus laugh goes beyond my hidden tears that hides at the cone of my eyes where little shiny stars twinkles in hope of better future to come;
reassuring myself that I'll be all right
and it's no use of being blind.
The truth is;
it wasn't my seductive King od deception that deceived me...
I was deceived with my own chase to reach fantasies and divine love
To be in love with Love that is the greatest of me and my King of deception,
To be in Love with my own compassion for humanity,
to be in love with selflessness,
where suffering makes me feel closer with God,
who teaches us, for only what we give away
Enriches us in finding Divine,
while tears hides in cone of my eyes with twinkles...
I still wonder how to end our seductive playful game of deception,
Between me and my seductive King of deception
My humble self become better performer in writing my King sweet poetry
while wishing to lock him as bird in cage
or make him push heavy rock all day and night as Sisyphus,
and as the days passing by it's getting more tiring for me
as there is no joy or triumph in my wining...
Deceiving -deceiver
is not a childish game
but stiller of time in happiness.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
It is true story of 'scamming the scammer' and returning some of my money back by deceiving -proffesional Deceiver.Rain and Pain
Easy on the spirit
It brings more bruises than healing
Drowning your miseries is not a good move
Just because you come here everyday
Doesn't mean her odd of showing up is greater
But yes, you will forget
how you shortchanged yourself
Of your love
But you will always remember
How she never could earn your trust
Of course, you now know
How wrong that was.
What you don't know
That day when you stood her up
The rain was incessant and non stop?
She tried so hard not to cry
She rushed outside to feel the rain
And drowned her pain
I wanted to offer my heart
But I just knew hers belongs to you.
Now you may play your life inside that glass
And suppress that sorrow inside your heart
But the truth is: she's gone and alone
In her cold and lonely tomb.
And you will never know
How much she has really loved you.
It brings more bruises than healing
Drowning your miseries is not a good move
Just because you come here everyday
Doesn't mean her odd of showing up is greater
But yes, you will forget
how you shortchanged yourself
Of your love
But you will always remember
How she never could earn your trust
Of course, you now know
How wrong that was.
What you don't know
That day when you stood her up
The rain was incessant and non stop?
She tried so hard not to cry
She rushed outside to feel the rain
And drowned her pain
I wanted to offer my heart
But I just knew hers belongs to you.
Now you may play your life inside that glass
And suppress that sorrow inside your heart
But the truth is: she's gone and alone
In her cold and lonely tomb.
And you will never know
How much she has really loved you.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
just rememberingRain and Fire
Rain and fire
are sometimes apart
likes lotuses in the water remain untouched
like deserts mirage,my mind will flicker
till drops of eternal prema will whisper
the sound of His flute im the soul of my heart
beyond the mundane whispers of lust..
The world will remain with all kinds of dust
even without my presence ,my words,or my acts.
And unlimited sunrises and moon lights will pass
till the Devine Mercy cross beyond through my heart
And drops of His lilas will dispel the dark
as Syama supremely enlights His devotees hearts..
are sometimes apart
likes lotuses in the water remain untouched
like deserts mirage,my mind will flicker
till drops of eternal prema will whisper
the sound of His flute im the soul of my heart
beyond the mundane whispers of lust..
The world will remain with all kinds of dust
even without my presence ,my words,or my acts.
And unlimited sunrises and moon lights will pass
till the Devine Mercy cross beyond through my heart
And drops of His lilas will dispel the dark
as Syama supremely enlights His devotees hearts..
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2014
Post CommentWishful Thinking
Those times we considered of loves delight,
precious moments of memories clear,
our love was gentle and sweet without all the hype,
this is why to me you were so very dear,
Those slender fingers with gentle touch,
your lips soft with no weary smile,
your tenderness meant so much,
now your gone it was still worthwhile,
Memories now still reside within,
little things that you did without a thought,
wishful thinking for again to begin,
selfishness in you was never taught,
Hearts do break and then eventually mend,
no words between us or looks again,
I wish you could still be my friend,
sorrowful yes but no longer pain,
Missing those messages of love you sent,
I hope in time you find the one you need,
we did try hard but it was never meant,
so I wish you well and hope you find true loves seed.
precious moments of memories clear,
our love was gentle and sweet without all the hype,
this is why to me you were so very dear,
Those slender fingers with gentle touch,
your lips soft with no weary smile,
your tenderness meant so much,
now your gone it was still worthwhile,
Memories now still reside within,
little things that you did without a thought,
wishful thinking for again to begin,
selfishness in you was never taught,
Hearts do break and then eventually mend,
no words between us or looks again,
I wish you could still be my friend,
sorrowful yes but no longer pain,
Missing those messages of love you sent,
I hope in time you find the one you need,
we did try hard but it was never meant,
so I wish you well and hope you find true loves seed.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
When eventually the heartbreak is spent and you no longer feel as much pain, your memories are always there and in your heart you know you still care.Alone
Lucy stumbles back into, that little room
Tired worn and weary, all energy consumed
The horrors of the day are etched upon her face
As she slumps down at the table,her mind in a daze
Everything is as it was, nothings out of place
She feels his presence in every corner,in every space
The morning coffee cups still standing,in the gloom
The knives ,the forks,the plates,his silver sugar spoon
Shining,shining through that gloom.
Lucy tries to piece together ,their last conversation
Was it really about the weather? was there no indication
She picks up his old cashmere sweater and holds it tight
But then,the scent of his cologne,like dynamite
ignites the tears that flow
And she lets go
All the pain and misery it flows
Shes rocking,...rocking to and fro.
Oh how she wishes she had gone with him this morning
Oh how she wishes she could be with him now
But instead she finds herself deep in mourning
As she leaves this house of stone...alone
Lucy picks a bunch of wild forget-me-knots
And throws them towards the shore
But they don't go very far
And she thinks she hears an old familiar voice
Call her name,above the noise
Of the crashing surf
Then she dries another tear
And heads down towards the pier
To get the boat back to the mainland..
From somewhere a corncrake sings his evening song
Hes happy, now the storm is gone
But for Lucy it goes on and on and on...
Oh how she wishes she had gone with him this morning
Oh how she wishes she could be with him now
But instead she finds herself,deep in mourning
Now shes going home alone
Now shes going home alone..
Tired worn and weary, all energy consumed
The horrors of the day are etched upon her face
As she slumps down at the table,her mind in a daze
Everything is as it was, nothings out of place
She feels his presence in every corner,in every space
The morning coffee cups still standing,in the gloom
The knives ,the forks,the plates,his silver sugar spoon
Shining,shining through that gloom.
Lucy tries to piece together ,their last conversation
Was it really about the weather? was there no indication
She picks up his old cashmere sweater and holds it tight
But then,the scent of his cologne,like dynamite
ignites the tears that flow
And she lets go
All the pain and misery it flows
Shes rocking,...rocking to and fro.
Oh how she wishes she had gone with him this morning
Oh how she wishes she could be with him now
But instead she finds herself deep in mourning
As she leaves this house of stone...alone
Lucy picks a bunch of wild forget-me-knots
And throws them towards the shore
But they don't go very far
And she thinks she hears an old familiar voice
Call her name,above the noise
Of the crashing surf
Then she dries another tear
And heads down towards the pier
To get the boat back to the mainland..
From somewhere a corncrake sings his evening song
Hes happy, now the storm is gone
But for Lucy it goes on and on and on...
Oh how she wishes she had gone with him this morning
Oh how she wishes she could be with him now
But instead she finds herself,deep in mourning
Now shes going home alone
Now shes going home alone..
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
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