I Write Bad Poetry

Is it too much to ask
For conversations that feel like there is no
Beginning or end.

To know that someone gets the reference...

Look towards the glittering jewels of the night sky, take in the promise & hope that lies within darkness.
There is a guarantee of acceptance within its embrace.
Obscurity caresses what light shields away, coos with a lullaby what...

I lost some words along the way
Most were an attempt to capture my feelings about you
All failed miserably
but I still think about each one
...staring at a screen hoping they will come back

What is a word
Without a voice
What is a thought
Without a feeling

I thought I knew
All I needed to
Until I realized
I didn’t know you

The way I want to
The way I dream of
Still here I am
Hanging onto

…your next word

 I wonder...
As I listen to you speak
How your lips would feel against mine.
Like Spanish moss.... your voice hangs in my memory.

 
At the Fair it's not fair
Because it's where
"Duck hunters"
Aim their guns
At "sitting ducks"
While they revolve
On the "Duck Parade"
Duck shooting games
Hunters dont give
A flying Phuck
After their prize
Lies Capsized
Enjoyed the...

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things.
Of stories told and laundry folds...
And what some days will bring.
Of ladders high and paint to dry...
Of dogs and cats and numbers strange...
And when the cell phone rings...

Like
When they write
Dis. joint. ed
Random flowery words
And then......
Space them like
This

Like a cluster that is meant to be
Deep
And
Ummmmm.... Etherial.
Ooooooh, how

Beeeyouteafull
Of yourself
They call it poetry
I call
It
CAW...

Show me with the form God blessed you with,Use your hips,To express the words you can't communicate with your lips,Fingers wonder across your skin,Feel my gasp on your chin,Lost in the sands of your body,Trying to find my way in,My...

Two people will meet.
It will not be a major news event...
It will probably happen on an old street.....
Their eyes will meet and they will know
That there are conversations that can last
A lifetime..
Over strong cups of coffee they...

This is not really a poem....perhaps a philosophy of poetry
Poetry can't be rushed..or slowed...its actually happening all the time, we just don't write it...it may be better said that it writes us...
Poetry is not a reflective exercise...

This space for rent
?

To whom it may concern.

I LOVE your warm and caring heart...
I LOVE the way you rip and tear mine apart...
~I LOVE YOU~
I LOVE your kind and loving gentle words...
I LOVE the way the harsh ones make me hurt...
~I LOVE YOU~
I LOVE all...

You get another shot at life
Another chance to make things right

A chance to learn and grow
Make a dream real

Talk to someone you have always wanted to
Drink a good beer
Reconnect

Get lost in someone
.....Love

.....the clock has...

And in that moment the silence was broken The truth was crushed  The doubt overtook the hopeThe looks in your eyes all scream nothing but lies The soft ringing; dancing around the unsteady beats of my heartThe poison that draws...

Thunderstruck
And with great fanfare
The night approaches
Waiting for us
To make our move

Sounds in the distance
But right here
Among us
The circle draws nearer

Chestnuts of knowledge
Need not be opened
Unto the great flood

Ducks...

my cam flashes nd brings out pics just so so
my eyes blinks nd wt it takes is just great o o
everyone has an eye for beauty,
justifying everything my eyes take for beauty
is just a flaw of unbeauty

where's the flaw?
for u r good at...

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If the trials and tribulations
Of a century ago ...

If water should be considered
In the same vein ...

If toys were to explode ...

If syrup was
Like vinegar ...

If vinegar was
Like syrup ...

If snakes were able
To swim forever...