maayan write: Bonnie, I guess enjoy them while you can, is the philosophy to have for our kids. I can understand the MTV plan, but getting married at your son's age -he is very optimistic!!!
HOpe the air is not so bad in KL..son calmed down and trying to get job to pay me back..would take him a lifetime if he is just working in a comic shop...yes first love is so painfully naive..
It is my pleasure sharing his poems Bonnie. I want to say, despite your profession, you are such a gifted writer. Such clarity in thought, such beauty in presentation. I miss reading more of yours in the forum. Knew you been busy. Travel well ok.
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thanks Maayan..have been too busy with my wayward son. Just got into London and he announced he is doing this MTV music video which some director is investing in him and he wants to get married having runaway home on a ticket he bought with my credit card..and got home to throw a party with his friends without my permission...He is putting all my legal and mothering experience to the ultimate test! Did not have time to go up north to KL..was completely stressed out by this son of mine..unconditional love sure needs redefining here..could well write a play out of this episode..
I wrote this poem long ago....when I was in love with my first true love...probably my last, but hopefully not.... "Why am I looking at you like this? Only because I want to watch your lips.. two pieces of overipe fruit part as your words slide slowly over your tongue I memorize them"
I know you are made of sterner stuff through the rough and tough I sieve for gold in the muddy pan through buckets of golddiggers, the independent man.
Thanks Maayan for sharing that lovely poem..I can see why you were both such a romantic couple... We were two mercenary wordsmiths only writing for money..nothing aesthetic at all.. dry reams of dusty legal papers that would drive entire roomful of pin-stripe suited men to doze off at meetings that span through the night...the only time anyone would read those stuff again was when there is a dispute...
Champayne, Why do you doubt that it is not mine..I was a published poet since 16..wrote for mercenary reasons only..lol Poetry is a much forgotten form of literary expression , a dying art which I would love to see revive..I usually compose rhymo-grams for friends' birthdays..an alternative to stripo-gram which all my friends love.. would love to use them as lyrics to songs too if only I was more musical..
Shared pain LOve's gain Passion coupled Happiness doubled Expenses expand romantically grand marriage matched lovers attached...
Bonnie, that was short but it spoke volumes. Is that yours??
That is one thing I always try to stay true to. I would hate to wake up one day on my death bed and wish I would have opened my eyes and tried to experience life. I think that's what being passionate is all about (not just sexual passion) but passion in life. Sharing that with someone just makes it even better.
Champagne, NIce to have a man who appreciates poetry and writes it too.not many men these days bother to express themselves in such fine well thought out words...but they all have no time to stand and stare let alone put thoughts to paper...
Time- the precursor of Man's world unknown, un-quantifiable he squanders it on his death bed wondering where he has spent it clawing, clasping for the last grain as the sand of time slips through his fingers leaving behind desperate emptiness..
I posted this in another forum but it fits here too!! Enjoy....
Thoughts spin and wonder Created and constructed Around a vision A woman Soft Sweet Sensual Smooth My emotions Wow Amazing Bliss Can not control Don?t want to control The yearning, burning, wanting, longing All Around a vision A woman Entered my existence Grabbed my heart And . . Gently, softly Pulled it into hers Her touch My body Melting Her look Enters my soul Feeling her energy My spirit ascends Realizing This vision This woman Reality Has come to be A love seen in dreams But never felt IT is here SHE is here Letting go IMPOSSIBLE Growing, loving, feeling, touching Experiencing Sharing LIFE Exploring, learning, sweating, amazing Intense Passion LOVE The union Evolving Deepening Unending The future Wide open The possibilities Endless All From a vision A woman
Empty, lonely, broken hearted A million words can't explain how I felt when you departed oh how I long for your sensitive touch I never knew how I loved you so much Streams flow down from my eyes It seems like they will never dry I close my eyes then see your face I can see you touch me feel your embrace but when I open my eyes i'm over-ruled by this confusion when I look twice your just an illusion I can't explain the loss I can't explain my feelings I know one thing I do need time for healing but how can I heal when the one I love left me for another? In all honesty There would be no other I'll just stay in my room Locked alone in the dark away from reality and keep the key to my heart.
wwwww123 write:
I like words with messages. Otherwise not.
Most poems have messages. It is the epitome of observation and thought.Takes alot more to write poetry than prose.