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A Poem a day, keeps the Blues away!

Smile, your morning raga, what a relief
Emptiness will be slowly get filled
With me, love is all that you may feel
Holding your hands, I am on my knees.....
 
I guess the language is gentle
I speak that more fluently
It always makes me humble
And my heart go a bit nimble
 
Curse...I often think its worse
I feel there's nothing like that, and I snooze
But there's something out there, and I pause
Back to square one, that's how life goes
 
I used to feel this
I really might've got a gift
Not in a position to redeem
I dont know when, may be my low esteem
 
Being temperamental, born that way
That mark is always going to stay
Some walk the talk, some stay
Some may understand, some stay away
 
For him.....

Feast on me darling, until I am nothing more than a quivering pile of bones.
Let me die of orgasmic ecstasy.
My body will only grow more anxious with desire for your hands and mouth.
I crave, need and want you!
To own my mind, you must first kiss my lips, and drink in the passionate core of my being.
You have caused my breath to catch and my heart to race.
My eyes see your soft lips, before they caress mine, as your arms envelope my body.
You make me burn!
Your heated words whisper across my skin.
They engulf my mind in searing passion, making me yours for now and always!
 
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
 
jmarx20102012 said:
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
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I like this.
 
Imperfection by David Whalen
There’s something to be said
for imperfection

Something to be praised
in things cracked and crazed

For there’s something unsettled
That makes me feel nettled

And something in perfection
That leaves me dismayed

Give me a nick
on the lip of my cup

Give me bird poo
on my car

Give me a rip,
a tear or a stain

I’m perfectly happy
With imperfection so far
 
The Cats Will Know
By Cesare Pavese


Rain will fall again
on your smooth pavement,
a light rain like
a breath or a step.
The breeze and the dawn
will flourish again
when you return,
as if beneath your step.
Between flowers and sills
the cats will know.

There will be other days,
there will be other voices.
You will smile alone.
The cats will know.
You will hear words
old and spent and useless
like costumes left over
from yesterday’s parties.

You too will make gestures.
You’ll answer with words—
face of springtime,
you too will make gestures.

The cats will know,
face of springtime;
and the light rain
and the hyacinth dawn
that wrench the heart of him
who hopes no more for you—
they are the sad smile
you smile by yourself.

There will be other days,
other voices and renewals.
Face of springtime,
we will suffer at daybreak.
 
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You know it ain't easy
For these thoughts here to leave me
There's no words to describe it
In French or in English
Well, diamonds they fade
And flowers they bloom
And I'm telling you
These feelings won't go away
They've been knockin' me sideways
They've been knockin' me out lately
Whenever you come around me
These feelings won't go away
They've been knockin' me sideways
I keep thinking in a moment that
Time will take them away
But these feelings won't go away.
Clarence Greenwood, also known as Citizen Cope
From song Sideways
 
Time changes, just like these tides
Emotions crushed, but still resides
Suppressed those thoughts, took a ride
Only to notice, there's none beside.....
 
They try to intrigue you
You feel that wall will move
Reality will bite, that's due
And will say, hey, it's time, soon....
 
BluKitten said:
You know it ain't easy
For these thoughts here to leave me
There's no words to describe it
In French or in English
Well, diamonds they fade
And flowers they bloom
And I'm telling you
These feelings won't go away
They've been knockin' me sideways
They've been knockin' me out lately
Whenever you come around me
These feelings won't go away
They've been knockin' me sideways
I keep thinking in a moment that
Time will take them away
But these feelings won't go away.
Clarence Greenwood, also known as Citizen Cope
From song Sideways
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Beautiful poems Ms Blu Kitten....please continue posting :)
 
In the company of lost souls
No choice, that's what they told
Some with their hearts sold
Others, think they are old......
 
I See the light, it's glowing
Eyes open wide, it's flowing
What's going inside, I know it
When you try to hide, it's all showing.
 
The Last Laugh

Wilfred Owen

'Oh! Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died.
Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed,
The Bullets chirped-In vain, vain, vain!
Machine-guns chuckled,-Tut-tut! Tut-tut!
And the Big Gun guffawed.

Another sighed,-'O Mother, -Mother, - Dad!'
Then smiled at nothing, childlike, being dead.
And the lofty Shrapnel-cloud
Leisurely gestured,-Fool!
And the splinters spat, and tittered.

'My Love!' one moaned. Love-languid seemed his mood,
Till slowly lowered, his whole faced kissed the mud.
And the Bayonets' long teeth grinned;
Rabbles of Shells hooted and groaned;
And the Gas hissed.
 
BluKitten said:
The Last Laugh

Wilfred Owen

'Oh! Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died.
Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed,
The Bullets chirped-In vain, vain, vain!
Machine-guns chuckled,-Tut-tut! Tut-tut!
And the Big Gun guffawed.

Another sighed,-'O Mother, -Mother, - Dad!'
Then smiled at nothing, childlike, being dead.
And the lofty Shrapnel-cloud
Leisurely gestured,-Fool!
And the splinters spat, and tittered.

'My Love!' one moaned. Love-languid seemed his mood,
Till slowly lowered, his whole faced kissed the mud.
And the Bayonets' long teeth grinned;
Rabbles of Shells hooted and groaned;
And the Gas hissed.
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Beautiful......thanks for posting this poem Ms Blu :)
 
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