it was hard not to laugh
When the waiter believed
That we were from England
What a plan we conceived!
He was fine when we told him
He gave us free pie!
I love Marie Calendars!
And that one waiter guy!
Explaining Andy Kaufman
and the carousel of stars around
a fixed North Star you impersonate
a guarantee.
Falling in like, I sit Indian-style and
my left foot falls asleep while
the horses in the fields debate whether
it’s a hoax
or not. Because while you explain
Andy Kaufman, I am hardly in a hurry.
The sun hisses to the Snake River before
this moon man
fools me into believing he’s ailing and
spinning from his North Star. You
squeeze my hand and wonder which
way is up
in our skewed galaxy. I’ve never
thought of it that way but falling
into like on dirt roads that lead
to the same places paved ones
do threatens the retention of
clichés. They may wrestle out,
kicking up sand in my eyes to
defeat the strongest woman in the world.
All these cerebral verses are giant boulders,
hurled up out of the volcano of day to day living,
coming to rest in haphazard arrays;
too hard, heavy, and awkward
to push into perfectly aligned stanzas.
AintNoNinny: life at twilight sings a last song before darkness nature’s lullaby
Tristan: My future is something shining, something flashing way out on the watery horizon. It’s making its way to me faster than I’m floating to it.
AintNoNinny: DELIVER MY WISHES Deliver my wishes on dishes of gold. Shine them with dust from gilt faery wings. Bring me your gifts from days of old. With blessings, let their potential unfold into...
Tristan: You can have the fame if you leave me money; Take away the tea, but leave me the honey.
Tristan: The tree’s arms are tired, outstretched, and still waiting for that hug.
deepgreen: Love came as a surprise. I didn’t expect it. But I like it so much, I will never regret it. He is there for me. I’m a lucky girl! He’s so handsome and strong. Gives my...
SBgiselle: Straight and tall, The mighty tree, For decades it has grown. It reached so high, It spread so far, All on it’s very own. The tree was proud, Of his solid wood, And the quantity of...
D. Edgar Lamp: A Story In Verse, Part 5: THE OCEAN I clung to his neck with my eyes tightly closed. The beat of his wings like a music composed A tranquil serenity there in the air, An island of...
D. Edgar Lamp: (151) INSTANT INSIGNIFICANCE My span of life mosquitos past While eons elephant as if Their hulking selves were frozen stiff While I go by so fast My epic blur of beating wings In...
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it was hard not to laugh
When the waiter believed
That we were from England
What a plan we conceived!
He was fine when we told him
He gave us free pie!
I love Marie Calendars!
And that one waiter guy!
Like or Dislike:
+3
all
smiles and laughs
when inside
you’re crumbling
-about to crack
Like or Dislike:
+2
title: it’s hard to write love poems
Explaining Andy Kaufman
and the carousel of stars around
a fixed North Star you impersonate
a guarantee.
Falling in like, I sit Indian-style and
my left foot falls asleep while
the horses in the fields debate whether
it’s a hoax
or not. Because while you explain
Andy Kaufman, I am hardly in a hurry.
The sun hisses to the Snake River before
this moon man
fools me into believing he’s ailing and
spinning from his North Star. You
squeeze my hand and wonder which
way is up
in our skewed galaxy. I’ve never
thought of it that way but falling
into like on dirt roads that lead
to the same places paved ones
do threatens the retention of
clichés. They may wrestle out,
kicking up sand in my eyes to
defeat the strongest woman in the world.
Like or Dislike:
+2
Jenga is hard when
you realize
it’s your fault
that the tower
came tumbling down
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+2
All these cerebral verses are giant boulders,
hurled up out of the volcano of day to day living,
coming to rest in haphazard arrays;
too hard, heavy, and awkward
to push into perfectly aligned stanzas.
Like or Dislike:
+3
When I see your face
I cant help but smile
I have to remind myself
We both have changed
And it will never be the same
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+1