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night lines
dissonance without purpose is noise
and understanding chords harmony
the essence and attributes of God
are adjectives and adverbs pressing
my thoughts, breezing, air like
across vacuums and miles and epochs
back to when we heard the sound
of stars at night buzzing the trees
droning their shimmering lines behind
and Perseid lasted all night long
the highway got quiet after awhile
and we sat on the stair stoop
cooling our thoughts and passions
waiting for the 5am onshore breeze
In the moment without even knowing,
we were young and didn't analyze much
just felt the raw truth of it all
the sticky T-shirt and sunburned nose
sheer exhaustion from no sleep,
not willing to miss anything that
might or might not change us
into something we only dimly sensed
yet yearned for without words
something just over the horizon of day
© agoodguy2have 2010-04-09
and understanding chords harmony
the essence and attributes of God
are adjectives and adverbs pressing
my thoughts, breezing, air like
across vacuums and miles and epochs
back to when we heard the sound
of stars at night buzzing the trees
droning their shimmering lines behind
and Perseid lasted all night long
the highway got quiet after awhile
and we sat on the stair stoop
cooling our thoughts and passions
waiting for the 5am onshore breeze
In the moment without even knowing,
we were young and didn't analyze much
just felt the raw truth of it all
the sticky T-shirt and sunburned nose
sheer exhaustion from no sleep,
not willing to miss anything that
might or might not change us
into something we only dimly sensed
yet yearned for without words
something just over the horizon of day
© agoodguy2have 2010-04-09
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Posted: Apr 2010
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lady toulouse
eva sunshine,
french touch,
under the rain..
sparkling so much..
eva rising sun,
lady heart of night,
morning hot bun,
instant,a delight..
eva,full time,
voyaging,jolly dame,
espressodating,
somewhere,expecting..
eva,color a season,
weather,calm horizon,
open door a smile,
sky the limit,a mail..
occasionally red wine,
burning hours..so vain..
desire flying,may day,
too many waves,to say..
the purring a cat,
behind intriguing gate..
trying to love you,
virtually being my thou..
eva,bright side of the soul
Iam yours,formal jolly fool..
french touch,
under the rain..
sparkling so much..
eva rising sun,
lady heart of night,
morning hot bun,
instant,a delight..
eva,full time,
voyaging,jolly dame,
espressodating,
somewhere,expecting..
eva,color a season,
weather,calm horizon,
open door a smile,
sky the limit,a mail..
occasionally red wine,
burning hours..so vain..
desire flying,may day,
too many waves,to say..
the purring a cat,
behind intriguing gate..
trying to love you,
virtually being my thou..
eva,bright side of the soul
Iam yours,formal jolly fool..
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
free inspiration..a memory..so vain
merged into one
writing a poem
half way done
ran out of words
but then another one had emerged
so i changed lanes
and a collision occured
now in a tangled wreck
with two poems smashed into one
cut off the top
tried to pull it apart
they would both die
if torn apart
i'll let them go
welded into one
two poems
made into one
half way done
ran out of words
but then another one had emerged
so i changed lanes
and a collision occured
now in a tangled wreck
with two poems smashed into one
cut off the top
tried to pull it apart
they would both die
if torn apart
i'll let them go
welded into one
two poems
made into one
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
so many times i'll get thinking of a poem and get to a point then just can't think of how to finish it then i start to think of another poem.
Need I say more?
Need i say more,
Heaven forbid ,
Feeling pain,
Deep inside.
I wish to say more,
Hell has no fury,
Pounding headache,
Memories all gone.
Can i say more?
Nothing on earth,
Piercing scream,
Will i ever sleep?
I will say no more,
Are you sleeping tonight?
Let me be in peace,
Nothing worth keeping!
Heaven forbid ,
Feeling pain,
Deep inside.
I wish to say more,
Hell has no fury,
Pounding headache,
Memories all gone.
Can i say more?
Nothing on earth,
Piercing scream,
Will i ever sleep?
I will say no more,
Are you sleeping tonight?
Let me be in peace,
Nothing worth keeping!
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Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
you tell me. . .
Once Upon a time
Hot, muggy, sticky night,
Ice chips scraping glass, limeade
Added lemon, splash!
Lemon lime scent.
Lips pucker,
Wraparound porch, rocking chair.
Lilting voice "Amazing Grace"
frogs hopping, rebit rebit
Ice chips scraping glass, limeade
Added lemon, splash!
Lemon lime scent.
Lips pucker,
Wraparound porch, rocking chair.
Lilting voice "Amazing Grace"
frogs hopping, rebit rebit
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
Nastalgia
Past Art
Once upon a time
In the presence of my mind
Lived a boy who loved with all his heart
He seemed to be fine
Within the realms of time
But in honesty he dragged a broken cart
He could not define
Between structure an line
So had trouble staying from the start
But he found in rhyme
Something so devine
Past memories he could easily part
Like grapes on the vine
Dressed into fine wine
His words prevailed to the art
In the presence of my mind
Lived a boy who loved with all his heart
He seemed to be fine
Within the realms of time
But in honesty he dragged a broken cart
He could not define
Between structure an line
So had trouble staying from the start
But he found in rhyme
Something so devine
Past memories he could easily part
Like grapes on the vine
Dressed into fine wine
His words prevailed to the art
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
How easily people can let go of the past through words .......
WORDS YOU SAID
Words that you said and no longer say,
Words like a sun that burned me,
Crazy eyes from blowing wind
In eyes that were mine, and happier.
Words you said and said
Secrets that were slow at dawn,
Imperfect, murmured promises
While our kisses allow.
Words that say, meaningless,
No way, but just because they were
That brings the calm of the stars
At night that associates to my ear ...
Words that do not say, nor are yours,
Who died, who no longer exist
That are mine, only mine, because they persist
In the memory that drags through the streets.
Words like a sun that burned me,
Crazy eyes from blowing wind
In eyes that were mine, and happier.
Words you said and said
Secrets that were slow at dawn,
Imperfect, murmured promises
While our kisses allow.
Words that say, meaningless,
No way, but just because they were
That brings the calm of the stars
At night that associates to my ear ...
Words that do not say, nor are yours,
Who died, who no longer exist
That are mine, only mine, because they persist
In the memory that drags through the streets.
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Posted: Jul 2020
About this poem:
Words you said
Chicago Is My Kind Of Town
You have the buildings
You have the sights
Like Sears Towers now called Willis Tower
108 stories and 1,451 feet tall
You color your Chicago River Green for St. Patrick's Day
You have two baseball teams
The Cubs and the White Sox
You have the Bulls for basketball
You have the Blackhawks for hockey
You have the Bears for footballs
My kind of town Chicago is
My kind of town Chicago is
People who smile at you
My kind of people too
Each time I roam Chicago is
Calling me home
Visit the parks
Chicago has over 500 of them
Visit the beach
It's on Lake Michigan
If you've got money to burn
Walk the shops of the Magnificent Mile
If you're short on cash and need something free to do
Visit the Lincoln Park Zoo
My kind of town Chicago is
My kind of town Chicago is
My kind of people too
People who smile at you
Each time I roam Chicago is
Calling me home
You have the sights
Like Sears Towers now called Willis Tower
108 stories and 1,451 feet tall
You color your Chicago River Green for St. Patrick's Day
You have two baseball teams
The Cubs and the White Sox
You have the Bulls for basketball
You have the Blackhawks for hockey
You have the Bears for footballs
My kind of town Chicago is
My kind of town Chicago is
People who smile at you
My kind of people too
Each time I roam Chicago is
Calling me home
Visit the parks
Chicago has over 500 of them
Visit the beach
It's on Lake Michigan
If you've got money to burn
Walk the shops of the Magnificent Mile
If you're short on cash and need something free to do
Visit the Lincoln Park Zoo
My kind of town Chicago is
My kind of town Chicago is
My kind of people too
People who smile at you
Each time I roam Chicago is
Calling me home
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
This is a parody of Frank Sinatra's My Kind Of Town. Went to Chicago with a friend this last Tuesday. We couldn't get out and walk around because his friend was out of town and he couldn't afford to park his car so we just drove around Chicago for four hours sightseeing.
Not Your Enemy..
I think I could save you..
But first you'd have to let me in..
You're always wanting to play Superman,,
But there's no need to play these games with me..
I'd like to think I know you by now..
And I would like to think I know what it is..
That makes you tick,, and what it would take..
To absolve you from all that is dark...
Save you from your misery.
But first you would have to let me in..
And only then could you begin to see..
That it's never really been any great mystery to me..
Because I can see it , all the reasons that you hide..
Give me the chance to be on your side...
Because that's really where I've been all along...
If only you'd open your eyes and see...
It's always been you and me..
You've just build up this barricade..
Maybe to keep me from getting too close,
A wall you put up for protection..
Though one day,maybe you will lay down your heart..
And maybe no longer see me,
As the enemy..
But first you'd have to let me in..
You're always wanting to play Superman,,
But there's no need to play these games with me..
I'd like to think I know you by now..
And I would like to think I know what it is..
That makes you tick,, and what it would take..
To absolve you from all that is dark...
Save you from your misery.
But first you would have to let me in..
And only then could you begin to see..
That it's never really been any great mystery to me..
Because I can see it , all the reasons that you hide..
Give me the chance to be on your side...
Because that's really where I've been all along...
If only you'd open your eyes and see...
It's always been you and me..
You've just build up this barricade..
Maybe to keep me from getting too close,
A wall you put up for protection..
Though one day,maybe you will lay down your heart..
And maybe no longer see me,
As the enemy..
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
Sometimes we are our own worst enemy..and critic.The fire dance...
It was a sultry Saturday night in Johannesburg,
The venue was an Arab joint called: The Tent,
I was going to dance tonight,
I was in the mood for it...
With youthful Alexia on the one arm, and the urbane Dimitra on the other,
I confidently waltzed into our usual haunt,
We sat and ordered,
“Double Captain Morgan with coke,” barks out Alexia,
“My god,” I thought, she’s only 22 and she’s already an alcoholic,
“Cabernet Sauvignon,” chimes the alluring Dimitra,
Always, suave, always in control,
“The usual for me, Ahmed, and bring us a cherry-flavoured Hookah” this authoritatively from me...
As the rhythm pounded and the alcohol and the Hookah did their job,
The three of us began mellowing,
Mmm, and what a mellowing it was...,
It began as usual with Alexia,
Drawing deeply from the Hookah, she rose from her chair and moved towards me,
Grabbing the back of my neck she pulls me towards her as her lips converge on mine,
I eagerly part them as she blows the sweet aroma of cherry-flavoured tobacco into my mouth and tongues collide,
Her older cousin, not to be outdone,
Undemurely gives me the same treatment,
Aaahhh, now this, is the life...,
And yours truly is in bliss...
The clock chimes midnight,
Time for my fire-dance,
“Ahmed,” I call,
He follows me to centre stage, a full bottle of Johnny Walker Black in his hands,
As the strains of my favourite Greek dirge, “The Statue” begins,
He pours the bottle of scotch in a ring around me and lights it,
The fire engulfs my legs, and I begin to dance,
And dance, and dance, and dance...
Soon there’s a line of women lined up to dance the fire-dance with me,
Non-Greeks, it is exotic for them,
It gives them a temporal edge to their otherwise grey existence,
I comply, consenting to be the dance guru for the night,
And the magic keeps unrolling...,
Next, the belly dancer arrives,
Entwining us all further into the bitter-sweet abyss of excess and release,
She glides from one man to the other,
Teasing us with her forbidden enchantments,
Suddenly, as she wafts by me,
A surprise,
The now almost out-of-control Dimitra grabs her and passionately kisses her,
“Dimitra?”, I’m thinking in a state of shock, “Dimitra?”
“Wow, will wonders never cease...”,
Mercifully, dawn begins to break,
And as the belly dancer flees,
Ahmed begins the usual breakfast, eggs, bacon, waffles and honey...
What a night!!!
The venue was an Arab joint called: The Tent,
I was going to dance tonight,
I was in the mood for it...
With youthful Alexia on the one arm, and the urbane Dimitra on the other,
I confidently waltzed into our usual haunt,
We sat and ordered,
“Double Captain Morgan with coke,” barks out Alexia,
“My god,” I thought, she’s only 22 and she’s already an alcoholic,
“Cabernet Sauvignon,” chimes the alluring Dimitra,
Always, suave, always in control,
“The usual for me, Ahmed, and bring us a cherry-flavoured Hookah” this authoritatively from me...
As the rhythm pounded and the alcohol and the Hookah did their job,
The three of us began mellowing,
Mmm, and what a mellowing it was...,
It began as usual with Alexia,
Drawing deeply from the Hookah, she rose from her chair and moved towards me,
Grabbing the back of my neck she pulls me towards her as her lips converge on mine,
I eagerly part them as she blows the sweet aroma of cherry-flavoured tobacco into my mouth and tongues collide,
Her older cousin, not to be outdone,
Undemurely gives me the same treatment,
Aaahhh, now this, is the life...,
And yours truly is in bliss...
The clock chimes midnight,
Time for my fire-dance,
“Ahmed,” I call,
He follows me to centre stage, a full bottle of Johnny Walker Black in his hands,
As the strains of my favourite Greek dirge, “The Statue” begins,
He pours the bottle of scotch in a ring around me and lights it,
The fire engulfs my legs, and I begin to dance,
And dance, and dance, and dance...
Soon there’s a line of women lined up to dance the fire-dance with me,
Non-Greeks, it is exotic for them,
It gives them a temporal edge to their otherwise grey existence,
I comply, consenting to be the dance guru for the night,
And the magic keeps unrolling...,
Next, the belly dancer arrives,
Entwining us all further into the bitter-sweet abyss of excess and release,
She glides from one man to the other,
Teasing us with her forbidden enchantments,
Suddenly, as she wafts by me,
A surprise,
The now almost out-of-control Dimitra grabs her and passionately kisses her,
“Dimitra?”, I’m thinking in a state of shock, “Dimitra?”
“Wow, will wonders never cease...”,
Mercifully, dawn begins to break,
And as the belly dancer flees,
Ahmed begins the usual breakfast, eggs, bacon, waffles and honey...
What a night!!!
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Posted: Mar 2010
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