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The ThinkerThe Thinker

She was the quintessential thinker
and a lover of fine art
But the day she let her imagination free
they carried off her heart

She let her thoughts be known to men
who took just what they could
and left her standing all alone
ashamed and misunderstood.

The internal trial of mental prowess
dissolved her will to live
and washed up on a deserted shore
she had nothing left to give.

DisgustedDisgusted

When the cigarette pack
must be hidden
and public smoking
is demonized.
Most the population
cheered and applauded
whilst the man shoots up
in the gutter.

When the cigarette pack
is banned from view
and public smoking
is made illegal
Most local residents
cheered and applauded
whilst an innocent wife
was beaten senseless.

When life is restricted
and banned from view,
freedom, rights and liberties
lost but to the few
will they make a stand
for the battered child
for the elderly couple
who feel defiled.

Blessings CountedBlessings Counted

I thought I’d count my blessings
as I was bored to tears, [for something to do, that day]
I’ve kept on counting ever since
I’ve been counting for forty years

By the time I left my bedroom,
the number had past ten
that was forty years ago
I’ve counted many more since then

Soon I’d run out of fingers
so then I used my toes
when they ran out
I used my elbows eyes and nose.

That didn’t give me number enough
which wasn’t all my fault,
so I went around to my friends house
and they suggested grains of salt

The salt is a useful gauge
to help me see the tally
I’ll continue

II

I held
the key to happiness
but turned it the wrong way.

I carried
the means to an end
and dropped it.

I threw
a party for all my friends
out of the window

I stared
love in the eye
and blinked

I shook
fortune by the hand
and didn’t recognise her.

I fell
in love
and out of favour

I sat
on the right hand
and didn’t recognise him

I forged
a partnership with fate
and lost.

I smile
and am happy
I broke the rule

I just want to tell youI just want to tell you
how much I love you
but my words
are insufficient

to construct an image
of the love I feel
each and every time
I see your face...

my heart just stops,
it misses a beat,
and my stomach
gets tied in knots.

I need to hold you
securely, in my arms
to fulfil my heartfelt desire
but you are far away my love

in a land across the sea
and I look upon
your image love,
and hope you remember me.

What do you want?What do you want from me?
You have my heart, broken at your feet
on the day I first saw you.
You have my thoughts, stolen from me
by mutual consent
you have my memories, filled with your words
growing old in locked drawers.
You have my future, shackled to dwellings
that neither of us like.

Is what you want the same as my dreams?
A future free of complaining, filled with smiles.
A time spent together, hand in hand
Working and playing,
sleeping and touching
together, in arms,
in thought,
in bed.

SoftlySoftly

Your hand caresses my newborn skin,
Down like, the fine hairs waft
In the cooling summers breeze.
Music plays in the distance,
A lullaby to relax my mind.
A thrush flies gracefully overhead,
Effortlessly, gracefully, silently.

Your finger in the palm of my hand;
Secure in the strength,
Confident in the love.
Gripped tightly
As if trying to draw power.
My eyes close to the softest thoughts
As I tumble off to sleep
In dreams of cotton clouds.

WeWe

We closed
an open door
and burned bridges

we opened
our hearts
and betrayed ourselves

we lifted
our eyes to see the way
blind to those around us.

We dropped
in on friends
and devoured a little trust

we picked up
where we left off
embedding our lives together

we lost
our inhibitions
and lived a while.

TotteringTottering

Tottering on unsteady legs
Teetering near unbalanced catastrophe
Bottle in wavering hands
Clothing in disarray
I stand in awe
Unsure of what I see
On this, my first
Christmas morn.

Loved and loved againLoved and loved again

Turned over,
flipped like an omelette
I watch your every move
unable to piece my thoughts
back together again.

Scrambled images
of your beauty
interrupt everyday life
transposing your features
on to the faces
of others passing by.

The funny things
I dream of
a look, a toss of the head
or a smile,
oh that wonderful smile.

The fun we had
the times of love
staring into each other
exploring sensations
discovering needs
fulfilling desires.

MyselfMyself

What do they expect of me
from this confused shell of other's hopes
what do they want for me
to tow the line or dip my toes

If I tow the line they’ll look for more
worn out like an old carpet
they’ll expect just a little extra
as they roll me up and dump me

If I dip my toe, I’ll feel horizons
places where I would dream to go
out of reach but still alluring
broken hearted, to pieces go.

You are...You are my hiding place
when I run from trouble.
You are my light
when I am in dark places.
You are my warmth
when my heart freezes over.
You are my saviour
when I am trapped in my mind.
You are my tears
when I am facing my fears

You are my smile
when I am happy and glad,
You are my leap
when I am jumping with joy
You are my pleasure, my love
and infectious delight,
and you are with me
by day and by night.

.You.You

You took
my life
and shaped it.

You stole
my heart
and broke it

you captured
my thoughts
and locked them away

You held
my hand
and piloted me

you feed
my soul
with misconceptions

you saw
my smile
and admitted defeat

Find Me Find Me

You will find me
in the lush green fronds
of succulent greenery
of a spring day

You will see me
in the vivid greens
of a child’s painting
of summer

You will hear me
in the fertile soil
of a farms green pastures
being mown by the herd

You will feel me
when you close your eyes
and release your imagination
relaxed in subtle greens

We will play together
as friends oft do
and spring will see
the long year through.

You are readyYou are ready

I know you’re ready for all the fun
the joy of living life
you have saved enough for that rainy day
and protected from further strife.

So I imagine that you’ll sing of love
in countries near and far
with, Oh such lovely friends you’ve made
As you’re a rising star.

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Irrelevant QuestionIrrelevant Question

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do you sing in the bathroom
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I need to find the real answer
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Love or Judge

by *eluk, Nov 14, 2008, 12:47:32 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Urban & Spoken Word

Love or Judge

I judged a person
I called a friend
and lost him, sadly
to another’s attention.
I loved a person
I only just met
and gained a friend
beyond expectation

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"If you judge people, you have no time to love them." -Mother Theresa

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~ForgivenDreamSoul Nov 18, 2008

So sad , but it happened sometimes .."sigh"

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*eluk Nov 18, 2008

Thank you

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~emey Nov 18, 2008 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

FACT

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*eluk Nov 18, 2008

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=1001G Nov 15, 2008

a very good life lesson

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*eluk Nov 15, 2008

Thank you Edie

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=1001G Nov 16, 2008

very welcome simon.......I love how wise we get as we get older

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*eluk Nov 16, 2008

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*kayceeus Nov 14, 2008

Truer words were never written!

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*eluk Nov 14, 2008

thanks Kaycee

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