Rhyme_Less Poetry (14)

(Relationship)
Finding relationship today is asking for miracle,
Because most breathing life though a spiracle.
We come and we go and we do talk to so many,
Is it because our thought worth just a penny?

Young women do fall in love in need of family, kids,
Older women here for ego-boosting and mind-whims.
Much easier for a woman to love a cat, bird or a dog,
A man is under a microscope and often called a frog!
We do hear, kissing many frogs till the coming prince,
Indeed the expression of many women in this wince!

Comparing apples and oranges according to our need,
An empty wallet therefore, is one who doesn’t lead.
Thus love is measured in success and material wealth,
Who the hell cares about mind, soul and spirit health?

(Where have we gone wrong?)
We have given our love to a cat or Jack the dog,
Peter is secondary because the dollar is our God.
We can feed for life three cats and couple of dogs,
But the man has to be financially secure with 2 jobs!

We think we will live forever and never get old,
Suddenly we're on a sick bed, NO hand to hold!
There is a priest who is giving us the last right,
We wonder what we have done wrong in fright!

(Our search 2 stanzas)
If we are all here looking for the same thing,
Why is it so hard to find just one with to string?
The chatter of our mind is drowning the heartbeat,
And in the prison of our mind is where we retreat.

Green and red lights flashing... but who pays heed,
When in those illusions we have such hungry feed!
The heart is pulling hard to the direction of love,
The mind saying I'm ego driven, the hell with that!

(Flirts Disrespect Unkindness & Ignorance)
We do send flirts and interest all from the heart,
A reply seldom comes for humbleness is an art.
We paint pages of birds, dogs, roses and cats,
If we are to paint a self-portrait is a darn task,
We are to use no colors but a thousand masks.
Easy for a woman and for no reason to ignore a man,
Unkindness, disrespect and ignorance hits the fan.

(Material)
When God created Adam blew spirit into him,
And there comes Eve taking one of his ribs!
Man Adam always looking for his missing part,
To Eve apples on the tree have taken her heart.

(Distance, material & ego)
We do wonder about age, distance and miles,
Instead of looking for those great smiles.
Interested about diplomas job and income,
Material and ego are very hard to overcome.

(Chance & hope)
We take a marker, we cross out that chance,
And we forbid the heart to have that dance.
Some talking about hope but what is hope?
It’s that something that has no real scope.

YOU MIGHT WANT TO READ PART 1 FIRST
(Complicated minds)
What has happened to that simplicity of life?
In war with love, in dissension heart & mind.
It is really so and the reason we are all here,
For ages to come, till we drop dead my dear.

(How I sense things)
I've killed hope on my first day here long ago,
Embracing reality on the first real cruel blow.
How can one find love in this superficial world,
When most here only in material & ego can mold?

(What men & women searching next 4 stanzas)
Some men looking for the thrill of a cheap sex,
And most others, for love with all its effects.
Women set their sexuality on a forgotten shelf,
Here for ego-boosting and what soon will regret.
For love is not in their search but who lies best!

Women want a man to run up the hills and down-streams,
Childhood fantasy and ferry tails world full of dreams.
Most set on their ways mending/healing a broken heart,
For this woman’s fantasy took many relationships apart!

Some men wounded from divorce and all of the fees,
The reason are standing emotionless like oak trees.
And so, relationships become friends with benefits,
Type of relationships that do fill hearts with deceits.

If love was truly our search...
We could find it in the first profile we clicked.
In our mind there's insecurity pride and ego to fulfill,
Sure the mind steering the heart with all its whims...
Thus love is measured with superficiality not heartbeats,
And we become illusionist magicians clowns ventriloquists!
We go from one to another, to another like a bad curse,
Because love been dead for sometime and is in a hearse.

(Trust)
Trust is yet another issue for majority of people,
Often it is our experience that leaves us crippled.
What will it take to build the foundation of trust,
When memory, experience lives within at long last?
Give your full trust before you know his/her name,
Forget and forgive, live and do share the blame.

(The true reality)
Most cannot even sense the reason of being here,
For those faint heartbeats some can hardly hear.
We often hear half syllables as love you darling,
The (I) is missing because we express a snarling.

(My search)
It must be a woman who is interested in the heart,
And she'll have no problem getting in my beat-up car.
Whose ego, pride is lower than my statue of 5’10’’
Who’s not looking for a rooster laying a golden egg.

I know, it has to be one woman but, where is she?
Till the two of us cross the blessed path in this sea,
We’ll be two ripped branches from the same tree.
Branches dipped in love for sure will grow roots,
And in time we will blossom to bear sweet fruits.

SOME OF YOU CAN TRULY HAVE AN ANGEL SIN AND GIVE THE DEVIL AN ACE CARD TO WIN!!!

Kapos etsi xekinise mia prosefxi pou egine litania,
Me mia prosklisi ke apo mena mia thisia,
Eftasa sti xenitia ftera ston erota kardia.

H istoria afti ine mia thliveri dokimasia,
Den variese fili mou min dinete simasia,
Ine kiali san eme me tin idia omiokalixia.

Xiliades milia perasa vouna langadia dash,
Agnostos stous agnostous me ti kardia xara gemati.
Ta dio pediatis dika mou ginane tagapisa stalithia,
Dimitris stonoma o gios h kori Eftixia.

H Eftixia sta gonata mou kathotane ores,
Tis milaga pola ke gia tin ithiki stis xores.
O Dimitris tiligmenos sta narkotika,
Den ton afisa, ton esosa apo ta malia.

Pote den tsakothikame ke oi ides idies,
Oi diskoles stgmes itan stalithia liges.
Velona kai an tha erixnes anamesa mas,
Patoma den thavrike, kolimena ta kormia mas.
Afisame egoismo ke agaliasame tin perifania,
Anarotieme giati gnorisa stin agapi tin orfania.

Ekana onira pola ma ekana ke erga,
Entithika gampros megalosa engonia.
Kounisa mora alaxa ke panes,
Ekana omos ke pola se praxis.

Ola ta profitepsa ke soupa pos h mera tharthi,
Epano se periptosi tha mou pis to dromo trava.
Ke ola ta erga poukana tou spitious xartis,
Tha mou minoun sto mialo kialarga.

Dekatesera ta gramata sti xrisi sou vera,
Den xeris kan tin enia den ixes ton kero,
Sti diki mou gia na grapsis ena aplo sagapo.
Ospou kapia mira zilepse tin alithini mou agapi,
Ke apo ton pano orofo me petaxe sti laspi.

Megali pempti douleva 22-2005 semptevri ston onta sou,
Paraskevi 23 me stavroses san tn Xristo ke moupes giasou.
Tris meres zitisa paramoni akomi,
Na anastitho na kano eklisia,
Nalaxis to mialo me mia thisia.

Ine megalos o Theos ta xeria tou dinamis,
Me kratise prin spaso to kefali.
Pono omos alou ke h kardia diloni,
Ta sothika mou kegonte apo agapi.

As itan na to pisteva pos magapouses ligo,
Mipos ola itan apo prepi ke apo ikto?
Giati thea agapi dialexes emena na peraso,
Tis pio ashimes stigmas ke tou thanatou?.

Agapi edosa me oli tin psixi mou,
Ma pira giapotelesma mono tin iparxi mou.
Afou h kardia mou emine mekini,
Ke ime tora monaxos pou ine h efthini?

Tou girismou to dromo travixa den ixera pou na pao,
Eftasa sena hotel tris meres pikres na metrao.
Ke tora akoma vriskome mesto skotadi,
Den xero an magapas h me thes na pao ston adi.

Dinata to pisteva pos h agapi vouna pernai,
Ma ola ta kala pou ekana xexnai.
Ke ston proto potamo monos stin ali oxthi,
Anarotithika to apotelesma ke tin agapi oli.

Ola fotia arpaxane ke ego mes sto kamini,
Tha zo ton erota afto me oli tin odini.
Den itan thelima Theou para anthropou xeri,
Oso to xero ego toso ke kini kseri.

Deka meres perasan ospou na do ta matia,
Pou agapisa toso poli kardia mou vasta.
Etsi opos ola irthane etsi pane akoma,
Ke go anepithimitos les kexo lepra sto soma.

Ke pali agnostos mes to kafe ke apenanti mou ekini,
arage exo kani arketa na me dexti sto spiti?

Ena dakri kilise ke ida ena lathos,
Ma den to skoupisa ithela na do to vathos.
Den itan dakria pola ke poso h axia,
To sagapo mas afise ine sta lathi h telia.

Anangi sexo sou psithirsa filia sou zitao,
Gia dio ke pano xronia isouna kaliteri mou fili.
Den apantas akoustiko otan tilefonao,
Ke anarotieme olimeris giati afto to fidi?

Dakria sta matia thermes efhes mou dini,
Ma h kardia mou orfani den ixe apantisi.
Afou ke mia mono itane h efxi mou,
Evlogia Theou stin ipolipi zoi mou.

Agalia se kratisa ke to kormi mou akomi tremi,
sti petra xaraxes to xorismo ma isos akomi enas lithos meni.
Dinata to sagapo apo ta xili sou xexilises,
Ton xtipo tis kardia sou otan me filises...

To vlema sou aikinito,
opos pigename ta dio.
Na stripsis to aftokinito,
gia tou spitiou sou girismo.

Etsi eftase to telos mias agapis,
Perase keros den egina satrapis.
Stin agapi sevastos gia panta meno,
Tin kenourgia agapi mou prosmeno.

To poso poli sagapisa pote den tha to mathis,
ap tin zoi mou perases ke omos semna exathis.
Esy kali mou mou xarises sta xili mou filia,
opos ekina ta diavatarika ke agirista poulia.

Ta xeria mou den edesa trigiro sto lemo sou,
esy omos pisti sto pisma sou ke sto mialo sou.
Psithirisa giati ke to darkri mou etrexe tholo,
etsi siopila sou efxotan h psixi mou sto kalo.

Etreme h kardia mou, sinkormos apo tous omous,
ksexases, imoun sintrofos se olous tous dromous.
Agnoises tin thiela pou ixa mesa stin psixi,
sto dromo pou dialekses sangiza me prosefxi.

Irthan meres penthimes ke nixtes tholomenes,
kratisa omos enthimio stigmes eftixismenes.
H monaksia me tromaze ma estelna ton nou,
se enan kero aksexasto oreou ke alithinou.

Stin filia girisame ke pali tora pia,
gnosta limeria me sevasmo ke anthropia.
Demenoi as minoume gia panta tora etsi,
afou afises ton erwta na figi ap ti mesi.

Ksero, efteksa, mirazome to lathos me sena,
osa zisame mazi stin kardia mou ola krimena.
Kapou kapou ke stous dio isos kilisi ena dakri,
ma h filia pou mas emine, mas ine tora anangi.

To oniro isos xathike ma h agapi mas alithis,
tora ola ke oti tragoudo thelo pia na mathis.
Esy isoun tou onirou mou h pio glikitati pnoi,
ke pos oi stigmes pou moudoses aksizoun mia zoi.

San seven star me gnorises me efta asteria fotina,
pou se tris meres kanan ta xiliades milia midenika.
Irtha konta sou mousa mou ton erota na imniso,
tou inirou mou pnoi gia oso mou emene na ziso.

Ta efta asteria pesane stis agapi sou ti limni,
ta 6 ksepsixisane ke pan apo psixiki odini.
H selini aplose to fos ke esose ena asteri,
ke ine afto tora pou akous, alithies na sou lei.

Enteka xronia perasan ke pali esi apenanti mou,
eklapsa ke pali, ise mia agiatrefti pligi mou
Thimase? skotadi giro epese, ke xathike h xara,
otan esy edoses sto pisma, tis agapis ta klidia

Exthes, to fegari ke tasteria ola itan lipimena,
akoun ta tragoudia mou na tous miloun gia esena.
Apopsde tin fantasia sou tha exo monimi sintrofia,
ke h karda mou lioni les ke ine tis eklisias keria.

Anarotiese poso stalithia esena agapisa,
pare ta esthimata mou, valta stin trapeza.
Poli kalos o tokos, tha ine akoma ena sagapo,
epitokio gia oles tis meres pou minane na zo.

Mou zitises nakouso to tragoudi apopse eklapsa,
poso stalithia eftekses esi, ke poso ego efteksa?
Poso mas teriazi, alithia ta logia ine gegonos,
sou edosa ta panta, etsi ine o dikos mou eaftos.

H moira mpori na xorizi tous antropous,
ta aidonia mpori na alazoune folia.
Ta matia mou vlepoun polous anthropous,
ma den alazi gia sena h diki mou kardia.

Safti ti monaksia skeftome pos yparxis,
ke thelo na trekso eki konta tipota min pathis.
Tis nixtes pnigoume san navagos sta onira sou,
oi anamnisis mou sotiras zoun me tin skia sou.

Mou edwses toso ligo ke soudosa tin psixi mou,
to kardioxtipi mou to nou ke ola ta onira mou.
Ke tora akoma gia esena kano mia 8ia prosefxi,
o 8eos na sexi kala ke as den imaste alo mazi.

Etsi ematha ego na agapo,
Etsi apla ton erota na imno.
Ke an mou emine mono ena asteri,
Ime ekino to pligomeno sou teri.

Marina bay is the point yet not the destination,
There is a harmonic essence, angelic creation.
Like out of the shadows in the darkest night,
I see you coming forward like a dazzling light.

No comparison my attention you command,
An open desire born to softly tough your hand.
A miracle creating the scene of you in my arms,
Known I hold a precious package full of charms.

An introduction to each of our pairs of eyes,
Gazing the mirror of the soul is first tries.
An angel is leading as the two holding hands,
To have coffee and a conversation that yields.

Walking on the boardwalk in a cafe we sit,
In few minutes we feel a very strong click.
Words are spoken and yes the truth is deep,
And our hearts are giving a natural birth.

Often we touch hands, what a wonderful bliss,
Thinking how much of this I have really missed.
Time is moving, yet in heaven we are alone,
A new needed chapter in our life is now born.

To each other becoming immersed, energy is flowing,
In togetherness our hearts I feel we are growing.
The waitress witness standing giving thumbs up,
And the cupid is playing for us the melodic harp.

My impressions I must, I need to confess,
In this very poem I need, I must regress.
You are that total package that’s so unique,
And you can be for this man, a life's search.

I find you strong, magnetic, tender and kind,
My dream lady believed one day I would find.
Gentle kindness overflowing, and yet strong,
Within arms we know this is where we belong.

As we are exiting my arm holding you tight,
Most wonderful feeling that I cannot deny.
With same desire and steps walking to the car,
Exchanging kiss and a hugs what a magical art.

How would I wish for the clocks to stop time,
To feel this connection, our hearts to rhyme.
This heartbeat has been long from me absent,
My heart is remembering a forgotten patent.

Four hours have passed in a connection of bliss,
Driving back home feeling the chills of your kiss
A miracle for both has been created this night,
Our hearts agreed hand in hand to take a flight.

Your hand left in mine a very warm imprint,
And all was spoken in my heart a blueprint.
A phone call verifying this Divine contact,
Our hearts have signed tomorrow's contract.

One more time a message coming through,
Verifying your desire to meet on Sunday true.
Within all this beauty of emotions I take rest,
I know Sunday's again meeting will be attest...

I can’t but think perhaps you are,
The fragments of a fallen star.
That Heaven cast down so sweet,
Now, I can’t wait for us to meet.

I can’t but think perhaps you are,
That melody of notes and bars.
More the rhyming of this poem,
As you are one heavenly form.

I can’t but think perhaps you are,
A lovely lily, pure, unmarred.
Blossoms in springtime’s bliss,
And a perfumed sweet gentle kiss.

Seems like you’re prancing in my mind,
No matter what I do, and in every time.
I find myself mesmerized in your thought.
As majestic desires realities are born.

I’ve met you in my dreams those late nights,
As a vision you come when I dim the lights.
You’re dancing in to the moonlight till dawn,
You are everything and so much, much more.

I am staring in silently the distance,
Listening to the crickets in the grass.
Watching the orange sun die in the West,
Enjoying the last of summer days in its best.

Fireflies untamed in the wind are dancing,
The smell of barbecues the air enhancing.
The sweltering heat has tanned my skin,
The thought of water parks make me grin.

In the still of the hot summer evening,
Retiring to the shade of a nearby tree.
Last days of summer, same beginning,
Watching the time moving in fall free.

This summer has gone by so very fast.
I wish I could somehow make it last.
Hard to put this year in the past yet,
For my hope and vision has not yet met.

All those days, nights, wasted and spent,
Wish was there someone to hold my hand.
Spending night alone is not so much fun,
Days no pair of eyes to see but the hot sun.

So, to the last of summer days I hope,
Someone to enter my life in full scope.
Together creating the magic of love,
As the fall is near and ready to start.

Standing in the rain of life,
All washed away, it was a lie.
Dark clouds forming tears,
Trickling down with fears.

Destiny, hope, laughter,
Love, togetherness, joy,
Shattered and smashed,
Like a child's used toy.

Totally gone is the delight
And all gladness of heart,
The daydreams of happiness,
Everything flew in to the past.

Thought I had it all, all gone.
Washed away in the rain,
And in this vicious storm.
Details flashing in my brain.

Tears keep falling joining,
The rain and the storm.
Thinking what have I done?
To deserve so wrong.

I hear the thunder,
Of my falling pride.
My broken heart,
In pieces I cry.

In the middle of the storm,
Walking in the dark alone.
The wind is blowing hard,
Loosing my steps I fall...

Falling on my knees.
Loud I cry, please...
OH my dear God...
Here I am on my knees,
In the dark and I'm cold.

The wind has not let go,
And the rain did not stop.
I realize more is to come,
Tears falling without hope,

There a voice, so clear,
Calling my name Elia, Elia.
I lifted my head and tears,
Filled my eyes with fears.

At that, instantly I rise,
I began to walk, walk....
Towards a new beginning.
And all the fears and tears,
Of my past are now locked.

Here reading some of your precious poems,
However most are missing the rhyming prose!
Rhyming is the challenge to a poem indeed,
Yet parallel words have to rhyme and accede.

I can take your poems and use each and every word,
Sure I can rewrite your poems with a rhyming bond.
Take your time and rhyme your wonderful thought,
Give essence to your poetry and a comfort fraught.

Angels do exist and many miracles we see…
And the Angel of love moved you to write me.
Mails exchanged and we felt connected,
Emotions and feelings became resurrected.

Destiny’s hand reaching out for you and me,
Now that it has, we can’t, we will not be free.
We cannot escape its tremendous force,
We can only follow in her inevitable course.

To our destiny we must now give trust.
Together we are to share this divine luck.
To promise purity of the heart tomorrow,
To know in true feelings there isn't sorrow.

Let’s trust her path with faith as we should,
Our hearts are yearning for love and truth
I believe it has brought us to this very place,
To share our reality with that warm embrace.

We’ve at last tasted our heart’s sacred desire,
I think of that as our internal unquenched fire.
And so, I must trust and follow my fate...
And you my dear soul must do the very same.

The angel of love came down to see,
Exactly what has been troubling me.
Elia do not be sad, the Angel said,
Think power of attraction instead.

Tears filled my eyes and I couldn’t see,
And the Angel frowned and said to me.
Elia, what is it that makes you sad?
This time true love you will attend.

Lifted my head to Him, I let out a sigh,
I decided to tell Him, all the reasons why.
I’ve searched for love, below and above,
Trying to find what is called blessed love.

I have really tried hard, but all in vain,
And so far, I have only ended up in pain.
The angel of love laughed and said to me,
I have the power, and I will set you free.

God is love, and you are created with love,
Love is only to be found in your own heart.
You gave love and heart in all colors true,
Your time is near, and love will find you.

Taking time and waiting for a heart to rhyme,
With mine in togetherness, and till such time.
To this Angel giving trust, to the One time for,
Connecting our two souls, on to the evermore…