| General Poetry posted September 21, 2008 |
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A free form and expression
[Poems] Wordy Comforts
by Mike K2
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A fearsome hail and
lightning storm can be such a tantalizing fright. Yet, become a lullaby to put one to sleep and be a comforting voice in the night. Two new lovers look facing each other naked, keeping clothed only their fears within. Friend's souls, find each other and have to remain patient as their minds struggle with, where to begin. A million dreams, good wishes and fantasies frolic around and splash; even as some mean people swat at them in the hopes they'll leave or crash. Why write about love and not look for any type might be hanging around? There are always people seeking a deeper love and mine might be found. Some will scoff, laugh at them, or ignorantly just pass them by. But one might cherish them and in return, they sing to them a beautiful lullaby. I would rather my words form a teetering house of cards destined for a fall. Than I to end up a spinster, cynical, cold and saying to someone that cares... I have no room for love at all... |
It has been one of those weeks. At work I mentioned that I created, "Hallowseduction," and the poem was considered OK for Ramadan. The boss replied, "Well don't send it to my house!" First it really isn't his house and second, what was sent to his house the last time was pure love and admiration. I can't help it if people want to see it differently. He is the same person who, when he found out I was getting divorced said, "Good! Now you can sell your house and move across the street." Why live a prescribed life that would be horrible unacceptable to them? I am viewed as a tool, if I complain, the try to tear me apart, bang me around and declare me fixed. I'm close enough to the heroin walking to work, I surely don't want it around where I live or those people for that matter.
Wendyanne wrote a poem called, "No Comparison."
http://www.fanstory.com/displaystory.jsp?id=230044
In it she indicates that the poems and imagery of love is not the same intensity or feeling, as experiencing real love and passion. This is very true and I found myself asking, "If this is true, then why write about it?" One I enjoy doing so as my ideals show through and very often, people appreciate them. In fact, I have been punished, even financially for mine, but the rewards have been great for me and has maintained my outlook on life and I have made many friends through writing.
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and 2 member cents. Wendyanne wrote a poem called, "No Comparison."
http://www.fanstory.com/displaystory.jsp?id=230044
In it she indicates that the poems and imagery of love is not the same intensity or feeling, as experiencing real love and passion. This is very true and I found myself asking, "If this is true, then why write about it?" One I enjoy doing so as my ideals show through and very often, people appreciate them. In fact, I have been punished, even financially for mine, but the rewards have been great for me and has maintained my outlook on life and I have made many friends through writing.
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