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The Child
The child sits in the sun drenched meadow
appearing to stare very intensely afar,
what captures the child's interest?
Nothing that is obvious to any of us.
He seems to be listening intently
is it to the robin who is singing?
The wind brushes across his skin
and he shivers as it touches him.
His mother quietly approaches
gently takes his hand in hers.
He clings tightly and nuzzles her
drawing in her scent to his nostrils.
The sad truth is that this child
is both deaf and blind
no sounds he hears
and no pictures he sees.
He is trapped in a silent world.
And will never see his mothers face.
yet he recognizes her scent
he feels the wind on his skin.
appearing to stare very intensely afar,
what captures the child's interest?
Nothing that is obvious to any of us.
He seems to be listening intently
is it to the robin who is singing?
The wind brushes across his skin
and he shivers as it touches him.
His mother quietly approaches
gently takes his hand in hers.
He clings tightly and nuzzles her
drawing in her scent to his nostrils.
The sad truth is that this child
is both deaf and blind
no sounds he hears
and no pictures he sees.
He is trapped in a silent world.
And will never see his mothers face.
yet he recognizes her scent
he feels the wind on his skin.
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
to be without one sense is hard enough but to be without two must be nearly impossible. I know of all the senses these are the two I would not want to lose.
LOVE..A TRAGEDY.(Shakespeare Stylee) lol
(Spoken)
Love…..What mischief thou hast wrought,
Why dost thou feel like a dagger in mine breast?,
Cold…..Rusted….Old,
Did I not welcome you to mine bosom, mine life,
Yet….Thou hast returned, barely an apparition of what thou once were, to repay mine kindness with untold strife.
Linger not more foul ghost….Push hard,
Forsooth, thou hast hoist me by mine own petard,
Know thou that I loved thee, and truly ‘tis my dying wish,
That one last time, thou shoudst kiss me fully on mine lips,
(Then spoken behind mine own hand)
Then methinks, haha, that I shouldst rise once more to love again, your diabolic plans to foil, as to thine own eyes it looks like I hath shuffled off this mortal coil.
(Then spoken aloud)
Lest should’st I forget in the afterlife all that I cherish,
As I take mine last breath, and, by thine own hand….Perish!
THE END…….
(Don’t forget to bow before walking off, pick up all the decent looking flowers for resale tomorrow outside the door!)
Love…..What mischief thou hast wrought,
Why dost thou feel like a dagger in mine breast?,
Cold…..Rusted….Old,
Did I not welcome you to mine bosom, mine life,
Yet….Thou hast returned, barely an apparition of what thou once were, to repay mine kindness with untold strife.
Linger not more foul ghost….Push hard,
Forsooth, thou hast hoist me by mine own petard,
Know thou that I loved thee, and truly ‘tis my dying wish,
That one last time, thou shoudst kiss me fully on mine lips,
(Then spoken behind mine own hand)
Then methinks, haha, that I shouldst rise once more to love again, your diabolic plans to foil, as to thine own eyes it looks like I hath shuffled off this mortal coil.
(Then spoken aloud)
Lest should’st I forget in the afterlife all that I cherish,
As I take mine last breath, and, by thine own hand….Perish!
THE END…….
(Don’t forget to bow before walking off, pick up all the decent looking flowers for resale tomorrow outside the door!)
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
LOL....thought I would have some fun with this serious genre......Andrew....xxx
BLUE
The color blue
Can make you sad and blue
The color blue
Can make you feel brand new
The color blue can sooth you
The color blue
Is a beautiful jewel
The color blue
Makes the most beautiful eyes
The color blue
Is beautiful in the sky
The color blue
Is for a baby boy
The color blue brings me much joy
Can make you sad and blue
The color blue
Can make you feel brand new
The color blue can sooth you
The color blue
Is a beautiful jewel
The color blue
Makes the most beautiful eyes
The color blue
Is beautiful in the sky
The color blue
Is for a baby boy
The color blue brings me much joy
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Posted: Aug 2015
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heated
the feel of your hands
make me feel complete like a special woman
god only knows what you make me feel inside
tears rolling down my face trying to be tough so my face i hide
the slow music going deep in the back ground
wow what have i found
the touching the kissing its so sweet
its steamed up in here do u feel the heat
you turned my frown into a smile
damn baby my mind goes wilded
make me feel complete like a special woman
god only knows what you make me feel inside
tears rolling down my face trying to be tough so my face i hide
the slow music going deep in the back ground
wow what have i found
the touching the kissing its so sweet
its steamed up in here do u feel the heat
you turned my frown into a smile
damn baby my mind goes wilded
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Posted: Feb 2016
About this poem:
a very sweet nite
Homesick
The warm southwesterly I send to you,
Its warm moist air it gives hill hue,
It crosses Ireland with all its grace,
It flows over hills with clouds of lace.
You welcome it with it's warm sweet air,
It has the power to lift despair,
With its warmth it brings a smile,
As it passes over field and stile.
I think of you as it passes me by,
Sometimes a tear sometimes a sigh,
I know as it tugs and pulls at my hair,
I know what touches me here may touch you there.
You send me the northeasterly in return,
It makes my nose and ears all burn,
It's cold blast I welcome not,
I'm over here or have you forgot.
Forgot this man that once you knew,
This mere man that remembers you,
I lie to think I'm the humble kind,
But does my memory ever cross your mind.
Its warm moist air it gives hill hue,
It crosses Ireland with all its grace,
It flows over hills with clouds of lace.
You welcome it with it's warm sweet air,
It has the power to lift despair,
With its warmth it brings a smile,
As it passes over field and stile.
I think of you as it passes me by,
Sometimes a tear sometimes a sigh,
I know as it tugs and pulls at my hair,
I know what touches me here may touch you there.
You send me the northeasterly in return,
It makes my nose and ears all burn,
It's cold blast I welcome not,
I'm over here or have you forgot.
Forgot this man that once you knew,
This mere man that remembers you,
I lie to think I'm the humble kind,
But does my memory ever cross your mind.
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Posted: Feb 2012
About this poem:
A wee homesick moment and feeling alone.
online today!Swipe Right
Swipe right
My daily rite
(For as a man
I need delight).
Swipe left
I feel bereft
(Although it's quick
As I am deft).
Swipe right
Maybe some night
She will let me
Be her knight.
Well, I'm alone
(And all out of fight)
Today I'm done
With swiping right.
Can this continue?
Well not tonight
(I've writer's block)
And so goodnight.
© lovecanbereal
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My daily rite
(For as a man
I need delight).
Swipe left
I feel bereft
(Although it's quick
As I am deft).
Swipe right
Maybe some night
She will let me
Be her knight.
Well, I'm alone
(And all out of fight)
Today I'm done
With swiping right.
Can this continue?
Well not tonight
(I've writer's block)
And so goodnight.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Jan 2018
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"Shinju"
Have you seen anything more beautiful
Than a double suicide
Have you ever felt something so perfect
Like what they saw in each others eyes
They have always been together
And now they always will
Within a different shade of forever
In a light that cannot be killed
Like sunshine burning at midnight
Two serpents kissed a rainbow
Their halidom sets far in the twilight
Beyond a dream I will never know
Her love will always be remembered
And his love will always grow
In the frozen skies of December
My heart is no longer cold
~ Jesse Okoroshi Masu James Forster ~
Than a double suicide
Have you ever felt something so perfect
Like what they saw in each others eyes
They have always been together
And now they always will
Within a different shade of forever
In a light that cannot be killed
Like sunshine burning at midnight
Two serpents kissed a rainbow
Their halidom sets far in the twilight
Beyond a dream I will never know
Her love will always be remembered
And his love will always grow
In the frozen skies of December
My heart is no longer cold
~ Jesse Okoroshi Masu James Forster ~
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Posted: Dec 2015
About this poem:
Your greatest awakening comes, when you are aware about your infinite nature."
What are you worth?
What are you worth?
A nickel, a quarter?
Are you a dictionary
definition?
Is your soul magnetic soup
held by gravational friction?
Are you an accidental cognition
sparked by an electrical storm?
Or shall we choose another meaning
and leave behind the norm?~
A nickel, a quarter?
Are you a dictionary
definition?
Is your soul magnetic soup
held by gravational friction?
Are you an accidental cognition
sparked by an electrical storm?
Or shall we choose another meaning
and leave behind the norm?~
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Posted: Oct 2011
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Money
When you have loads of money, you feel like you are Bill Gates.
You have a huge smile on your face.
You walk like you are ten feet tall.
Suddenly everyone suddenly becomes your friend. Even your worst enemy becomes your friend, but when all that cash is gone, everyone is gone in a flash.
You have a huge smile on your face.
You walk like you are ten feet tall.
Suddenly everyone suddenly becomes your friend. Even your worst enemy becomes your friend, but when all that cash is gone, everyone is gone in a flash.
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Money can not buy happiness. A true friend will stick by you even if you are poor. A person who is only hanging around you for your money is not a friend, instead they are using you for what you have.
at graphite's edge
a dark shining gray lights out
from the edge of memories as
the pencil wipes the years away
and out of nowhere, nothing
the love lost reappears
on the page, the papered day.
how remarkable that so small
a thing as a bit of paper
with some simple shapes
can evoke all the tears,
all the loss, all the past
love and warmth and smiles
anger emptied too, at our own
sense of loss, seen robbed of
time we expected to share,
guarantees never proffered
as time...that time, rounds
the shards and softens hurt
to allow us to continue on
we look forward in time
with our own sense of
purpose, to live with care,
love each moment and
strive for a higher meaning
© Goode Guy 2011-09-11
from the edge of memories as
the pencil wipes the years away
and out of nowhere, nothing
the love lost reappears
on the page, the papered day.
how remarkable that so small
a thing as a bit of paper
with some simple shapes
can evoke all the tears,
all the loss, all the past
love and warmth and smiles
anger emptied too, at our own
sense of loss, seen robbed of
time we expected to share,
guarantees never proffered
as time...that time, rounds
the shards and softens hurt
to allow us to continue on
we look forward in time
with our own sense of
purpose, to live with care,
love each moment and
strive for a higher meaning
© Goode Guy 2011-09-11
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Posted: Sep 2011
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