smallworlds Poetry (11)

I thought you were different
BUT YOUR NOT
I thought you would not be cruel
BUT YOU ARE
I thought I could protect my heart
BUT I CAN’T
I thought you were kind
BUT YOUR NOT
I thought I could accept you
BUT I CAN’T
I thought you would love me
BUT YOU DON’T
I thought you would say good-bye
BUT YOU HAVEN’T
I thought it wouldn’t hurt so much
BUT IT DOES
I thought I wouldn’t cry
BUT I DO
I thought the pain would go away
BUT IT HASN’T
I thought I would always love you
AND I WILL
I thought I couldn’t go on
BUT I CAN
I thought I couldn’t live without you
BUT I CAN
I thought you were my last love
BUT YOU’RE NOT

By Carol Vialogos July 2012

Every minute a fool is born
Common sense they have to mourn.
Many of us are fools for love.
But is this bad? Well kind of.
Not thinking just rushing in.
But come on is that a sin?
We may make a foolish mistake
And get too close to a snake.
Once bitten twice shy
An expression I don’t buy,
Because like the fool that I am
I jump from the fire into the flying pan.

By C. A. Vialogos August 2012

Like a splash of cold sea water on a hot, hot day
When I see your face appear
Always seems a wee miracle
That you are in my life.

Hope I don’t take for granted that you are
Like a splash of cold sea water on a hot, hot day
When the summer sun beats down
It never seems to surprise me.

Life is so short that we have to try
To always appreciate and not question why,
Like a splash of cold sea water on a hot, hot day
For asking why may make you disappear.

How sad that would be for me never to see you again.
It would be like my life would then be empty.
Yes empty without you so I have to say, you are
Like a splash of cold sea water on a hot, hot day.

By C.A. Vialogos August 2012

Dreams of love eternal
Recorded in a journal.
Loved you from first glance
Deeper after our first dance.
Tumbled head over heals at first
From drought passion and thirst.
Thought I would always love you
Forever happy, never blue,
Yet here I am feelings not the same.
There ought to be thunder and rain.
The thrill is gone
Did not take long.
Love slipping, slipping away
Loving you a little less each day.

No one’s to blame just the way it goes
Possible prevention I suppose.
Yet could we have gone a different a route?
Unfortunately we were are not that astute.
Predicting future outcome
Dancing to a different drum.
Along the way wiped out once or twice
Now in the end I pay the price.
Lied to myself, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps?
Still now I will not collapse.

I’m cool toward you to day
Fallen like a failed soufflé.
Loving feelings turn dour and fade
Cool glass of unsweetened lemonade.
Where did the warm feelings go?
Really I don’t know.
Your voice no longer my heart melts
Would last forever I felt.
When did that cease?
That time in Greece?
Love slipping away
By the hour, by the day.
Fading into the mist
Time to cross you off my list.

Falling in, climbing out
Surviving alone no doubt.
Instead of hurting to the bone,
Petrified to be alone.
Upright, erect standing tall
Like Goliath waiting for the call.
Crash and burn
Is how we learn.
Life too I suppose
But who really knows.
Tis sad but true
I say good-bye to you.
Stupid in love no more
Lock and close that door.

Carol Vialogos

I will miss so many things
Talk of Princes and Kings.
Passion holding pass the time
When I thought you might be mine.
There is a change within me
A clearer picture now I see
Not one of you and me unfortunately.
As it seems the sadness there be
Can see the forest for the tree.
We did have a lonely spree.
When did the feelings begin to flee?
Now believe it was never meant to be.
Things can change, how funny
Can’t bring it back with love nor money,
Not even sweeten feelings with honey.
Warm smiles and your laugh
Sad that they didn’t last.
No longer blinded by your charms
Yet, still not easy to leave your arms.
Push myself away I must
For now I lack the trust.
But to continue would be insanity
So I mid farewell to thee.

By C. A. VIALOGOS JULY 2012

Come on tell just what is a fool?
And if I act foolish is it cool?
To act in a silly and careless way
Sometimes hurt and never pay.
Insensitive and foolhardy
Leave people waiting because you are tardy.
Some people are known to just fool around
Never speak of anything serious or profound.
Always engaging, frivolous and gay.
Possibly to keep people at bay.
Sometimes an idiot other times clever.
Still a fool is a fool whichever.
Don’t judge me if I act ridiculous
Maybe you are just too meticulous.
If I behave like a buffoon or clown.
Just relax and calm down.
I might tease or pull your leg a little bit
That’s no reason to throw a fit.
You might be called an eejit by an Irishman or Scot
They use it so often I would get distraught.
Maybe you’re a schmuck, numbskull, prat or jackass,
Who’s real personality can be seen only under a magnifying glass.
Then again maybe you are just a simple clown
Who just likes to entertain everyone in town.

By Carol Vialogos August 10 2021

What’s with all these wolfs every place
Make me feel like a mental case.
The word Lycanthropy comes from the Greek
With lykoi, "wolf" and anthropos, "man" creating a freak.
Myths and legends of Werewolfs on the prowl
When the moon is full and they begin to howl.
Vampires are sexy it’s true but the Werewolf has big eyes
But getting too close is never wise.
His big mouth might be better to kiss me
But kissing a Werewolf is stupid not gutsy.
Like a wild dog with big teeth
Maybe there is a sheep underneath.
These wild hairy shape-shifter animal beasts
Have been known in a flash to turn you into a feast.
To check if your man is a Werewolf just look at his palm.
If there is lots of hair and there is no full moon stay calm.
Because this hairy beast will not harm you.
But be careful when the moon is full or you’ll resemble Irish stew.
Whenever there is a large full moon
A metamorphosis happens even in June.
Are his eyebrows joining in the middle
And he doesn’t play the fiddle?
If he passes on the fish and his hair is bright red
And he prefers eating raw meat instead.
This misunderstood furry creature’s bite is worst than his bark
And a relationship with a Wolfman is as useful as a Deutsche mark.
So my advice to you is you’d better watch out
And head for the hills and not lounge about.
These men will become animals it is written,
So run from the wolfman before you are smitten.

By Carol Vialogos

City or a parking lot?
Ancient history long forgot.
Cars and motorbikes
Where are the gays and dikes?
All on lesbo perchance
Listening to music while they dance.
Frocking under over stuffed olive trees
Licking the honey from Greek bees.
Tasting each other
Where is their brother?

Back in the city of the lions fountain
Rich blue sea and snow cap mountain.
Teams of tourists fill cafes.
Tour guide spewing visitors daze.
Too many years of history.
Can they see the Greek God's mystery?
After information overload
Boarding coach parked on the road.
Did they notice graffiti everywhere?
Greek youth are angry they don’t care.
Tagging walls on their name day.
History be dammed they say.

by Carol Vialogos May 26, 2012

Clutter, clutter end to end
There's no way I can defend.
These piles of clutter
Causing my heart to flutter
Never been the tidy type
I think it is a lot of hype.
There is too much life to live to clean
Martha Stewart is just not my scene.
Overstuffed drawers of bits and pieces
Started to organize avoidance increases.
Shelves of books unread
As useful as white bread.
In the bedroom the bed remains unmade
On the kitchen table lay bills unpaid.
Yesterday’s dishes abandoned in the sink
Seems the whole world is out of sync.
The stacks of papers on the desk
Tell me about it, I know it’s grotesque.
Heaps of clothes to be ironed tossed in a pile
Come on I’ll get to it in a while.
Yet all around the house I hear the cries
To me this is no surprise.
The trouble is I never know where to start first
So while I think about it, I’ll quench my thirst.
Let me put on a cup of tea
What I really want to do is flee.
Stuff, stuff everywhere
I'll tidy up tomorrow I declare.
A place for everything and everything in its place
I can’t read this proverb and keep a straight face.
Life is messy so it’s no wonder that
I’m a major pack rat.
Collecting, hording, holding on to stuff
Letting go of memories and souvenirs is tough.
Inside out and outside in I just don’t know where to begin.
Come on being messy is not a sin.
Cleanliness is next to godliness they say
So will I be punished on judgement day?

By Carol Vialogos May 29, 2012

Does it take courage to love?
Is bravery needed to love another?
Why is love so scary or difficult that it takes courage to do it?
If that is so then why?
Is it because we could be wounded like in battle?
Needing armour to avoid the pain of getting hurt?
Will it kill us?
What is so bad about getting a broken heart?
Isn’t life all about pleasure and pain?
Tennyson tells us that, ’T’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.’
So if this is true then why are we so afraid to love?
Is pain to be avoided at all cost, even the cost of possible true love?
Do we believe the pain will remain throughout our life?
That we will have no control over when that ache of a lost love diminishes?
Are people who shy away from love cowards?
And the fools who rush in daring and bold?
Does love make us fearless or foolhardy?
When we overcome the apprehensions to face the impending danger of loving another human.
Panic sets in just thinking that this person could just possibly win our heart.
Is it the ownership of said heart that we worry about?
Setting off alarm bells that danger lurks around the corner.
Waiting, trembling with sweetly palms shaking in our boots.
Powerless and out of control of this feeling we call love.
This organ housed within our chest beats faster, louder blocking out the world for a moment.
We are intoxicated.
Is this not what we all live for?
These times when nothing else exists other than the beloved.
Then why not face the demon dragon and plunge into the deep waters of love.
Risk the discomfort of a possible crushed or shattered heart.
Be a brave gladiator of love and charge into combat, with heart in hand.
By Carol Vialogos July 2012

Thought it was too late
To find my soul mate.
At first I felt on cloud nine.
Chatting with you online.
Our connection in cyberspace.
We never met face to face?
But you seemed so honest and true,
Now I miss talking to you.
I loved the contact we had
Sometimes silly, even mad.
I often thought it was daft
Was it just a game and a laugh?
A way for you to pass the time
Wasting mine should be a crime.
Was I just your pawn?
Where have you gone?
Leaving me to wonder why?
You never even said good-bye.
With not as much as a thank you.
Maybe you met someone new.
So where is my new cyber friend?
Tell me why did it end?
Look for you but you're never there
Is it over our cyber love affair?
Didn't mean that much to you?
Or will I hear from you out of the blue?
If you come texting me one day,
What should I say?
Welcome back or get lost, delete?
I know that we will never meet.
These two strangers on the net
Writing to I may regret
Have you decided to just move on
Singing a different song.
With another cyber friend
Well nothing I can do in the end.
But accept my fate
And look again for my soul mate.

By Carol Vialogos July 2012