Gingermoon - Hello Poetry

. Watching her board bathed in fog at the station Spectacles slide down the bridge of his nose Usually a blur, not in this situation Smudges can’t hide every beauty she shows Lugging a satchel in high heels and cotton In her left hand rests a statue that grins Such an odd sight, this her concrete companion Never you mind as the journey begins Timidly calling the glass doors to open Counting his change spread of nickels and dimes Gasping for breath on a curb painted yellow Escaping the past, oh those horrible times Filled every row, ‘cept a seat near the driver All eyes affixed as the vinyl bench sighs Kicking her shoes to abbreviate blisters Freedom is felt in the footwear goodbyes Nervous he waves from the corner still pacing Climbing the steps of a Westminster bus Pulled at his limbs by another intrusion Faking his mood so she thinks there’s a fuss Taking a seat between cement and flannel Rolling his eyes that he don’t mean at all Watching her lips as she inhales discretely Feeling his library heart start to fall She tugs his ear with her thin ringless fingers Whispers a secret he hopes comes to share Hides from the window, the vehicle moving Nary a glance towards the morning sun’s glare She holds her gnome like her life is depending When all she needs fills the seat right next door Porcelain dust on her clothes has her sneezing Handkerchief offered he nicked at the store Such is the dream of a bookworm delivered Finding the chapter he’d thought long ago Angels and demons and pretzel tan loafers Potholes and clues juggled way down below What is this trail winding out to the country She gives a smile so much more than the fare Holding on tight to a vested creation Seeking adventure of those debonair Here now we find such an unlikely duo Still in their eyes shines reflections of grace She has her man and her plan contemplated He has his heart in the very same place Exhaust fumes emit in a paisley frost pattern Corduroy sidewalks bid all a farewell Searching for love is the now destination What will they find, only time it will tell And as a western of popcorn persuasion Into the sunset, they fade in the glow What once was billed as a short presentation Nowhere on this page will “The End” now show

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Gingermoon

Jul 26, 2016

Jul 26, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC

Stephank

An unlikely duo

. Watching her board bathed in fog at the station Spectacles slide down the bridge of his nose Usually a blur, not in this situation Smudges can’t hide every beauty she shows Lugging a satchel in high heels and cotton In her left hand rests a statue that grins Such an odd sight, this her concrete companion Never you mind as the journey begins Timidly calling the glass doors to open Counting his change spread of nickels and dimes Gasping for breath on a curb painted yellow Escaping the past, oh those horrible times Filled every row, ‘cept a seat near the driver All eyes affixed as the vinyl bench sighs Kicking her shoes to abbreviate blisters Freedom is felt in the footwear goodbyes Nervous he waves from the corner still pacing Climbing the steps of a Westminster bus Pulled at his limbs by another intrusion Faking his mood so she thinks there’s a fuss Taking a seat between cement and flannel Rolling his eyes that he don’t mean at all Watching her lips as she inhales discretely Feeling his library heart start to fall She tugs his ear with her thin ringless fingers Whispers a secret he hopes comes to share Hides from the window, the vehicle moving Nary a glance towards the morning sun’s glare She holds her gnome like her life is depending When all she needs fills the seat right next door Porcelain dust on her clothes has her sneezing Handkerchief offered he nicked at the store Such is the dream of a bookworm delivered Finding the chapter he’d thought long ago Angels and demons and pretzel tan loafers Potholes and clues juggled way down below What is this trail winding out to the country She gives a smile so much more than the fare Holding on tight to a vested creation Seeking adventure of those debonair Here now we find such an unlikely duo Still in their eyes shines reflections of grace She has her man and her plan contemplated He has his heart in the very same place Exhaust fumes emit in a paisley frost pattern Corduroy sidewalks bid all a farewell Searching for love is the now destination What will they find, only time it will tell And as a western of popcorn persuasion Into the sunset, they fade in the glow What once was billed as a short presentation Nowhere on this page will “The End” now show

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. White Cliffs of Dover now sponsored in daydreams Reading each billboard that rusts on the sky Checking a map though it’s for the wrong city She sends a smile to the wink of his eye Overhead cords hang to signal a stopping Pulled like a kite that is fighting a breeze Setting his watch as if time is most urgent Tiny the gesture to put her at ease Anxious she strums atop metal and leather Songs in her head dance at half past the price Suddenly yanks as the trees are enormous Grabbing her bag she does not ask him twice **** screams the brakes and some passengers flying Coffee and biscuits collide in the aisle Fixing her hair like a debutante princess Waits on the door and then exits in style A tip of his hat to the fatherly captain Treading deliberate, the stairs leading down Adjusting his jacket lapels till they’re even Spun, is her skirt as a fine evening gown Coughing a hairball, the old engine rumbles Sigh, moan the bi-folds directed to close Noticing now that her left hand is empty Lifting a stone from the shoulder, she throws Causing a crack in the bug spattered windshield The bus driver digs for his insurance card Grumbles a curse word, his bible forsaken Just a small pebble and not tossed so hard She stands at the portal awaiting admission Watches each eye as she fumbles about Cheers to herself when her fingers meet plaster Knows all too well it is no time to shout Apologies gifted like Christmas in August Promising beer with a head made of foam When she appears on the exit step lower In her left hand she now clutches her gnome Into the lobby of lemon cake ceilings Chandeliers glisten like ***** champagne A tap on the bell wakes the concierge sleeping “That was my dream!” comes his groggy complain Currency shoveled the counter of granite Not yet a bride nor a non-shaven groom Still it is felt like a pink feathered boa Lovebirds want cages, these two need a room Holding his hand as they shuffle the staircase Ornate the copper reflecting her grace Wearing a smile that is sheepish and woolen What waits the night paints the look on her face He calls the bed, fears his ankles are swollen She shuts the door to their quarters superb Then slightly opened for placard replacement Written in English reads, Do Not Disturb

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Gingermoon

Jul 26, 2016

Jul 26, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC

Stephank

An unlikely duo 2 – Do not disturb

. White Cliffs of Dover now sponsored in daydreams Reading each billboard that rusts on the sky Checking a map though it’s for the wrong city She sends a smile to the wink of his eye Overhead cords hang to signal a stopping Pulled like a kite that is fighting a breeze Setting his watch as if time is most urgent Tiny the gesture to put her at ease Anxious she strums atop metal and leather Songs in her head dance at half past the price Suddenly yanks as the trees are enormous Grabbing her bag she does not ask him twice **** screams the brakes and some passengers flying Coffee and biscuits collide in the aisle Fixing her hair like a debutante princess Waits on the door and then exits in style A tip of his hat to the fatherly captain Treading deliberate, the stairs leading down Adjusting his jacket lapels till they’re even Spun, is her skirt as a fine evening gown Coughing a hairball, the old engine rumbles Sigh, moan the bi-folds directed to close Noticing now that her left hand is empty Lifting a stone from the shoulder, she throws Causing a crack in the bug spattered windshield The bus driver digs for his insurance card Grumbles a curse word, his bible forsaken Just a small pebble and not tossed so hard She stands at the portal awaiting admission Watches each eye as she fumbles about Cheers to herself when her fingers meet plaster Knows all too well it is no time to shout Apologies gifted like Christmas in August Promising beer with a head made of foam When she appears on the exit step lower In her left hand she now clutches her gnome Into the lobby of lemon cake ceilings Chandeliers glisten like ***** champagne A tap on the bell wakes the concierge sleeping “That was my dream!” comes his groggy complain Currency shoveled the counter of granite Not yet a bride nor a non-shaven groom Still it is felt like a pink feathered boa Lovebirds want cages, these two need a room Holding his hand as they shuffle the staircase Ornate the copper reflecting her grace Wearing a smile that is sheepish and woolen What waits the night paints the look on her face He calls the bed, fears his ankles are swollen She shuts the door to their quarters superb Then slightly opened for placard replacement Written in English reads, Do Not Disturb

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Now it's all gone Those words I was just thinking in my head. 1st step ..think 2nd ..write Put pen to paper My brain is fried I forgot Bzzzzz, bzzzzzz Go have your head examined. I did and now, No more sounds, just Bzzzzz, bzzzzz, bzzzzzz Teeth clenched, toes curled Ha, if I didn't know better Bzzzzz, bzzzzzz Same look ******** That's some ***** kind of love Strapped down, at least 5 possible Ankles, wrist, head and one across the chest, maybe. No, we need to make sure her heart is free. In case we defib ri late tor her She must be drugged. Stick a needle in her vein "Relax, sweetie. You won't remember a thing". ******** that warmth from my head to my toes. Ok, ready let's go. Bzzzzz, bzzzzzz Teeth clenched, toes bent, look her hands grasping the tool so hard. Bzzzzz, bzzzzz, bzzzzzz "Do you think it's enough". "Yes, we are done". Erasing part of me. I jumped out of that window and ran. Like Chief Out of the cuckoo' s nest. They tried to erase me. Was I so mad? Bzzzzz, bzzzzz. He said I'll hold on to you. I'll go to hell with you and back. I won't let go. I remember that. That's being loved. A lunatic's love story.

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Jul 4, 2016

Jul 4, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC

Gingermoon

A lunatic's love story

Now it's all gone Those words I was just thinking in my head. 1st step ..think 2nd ..write Put pen to paper My brain is fried I forgot Bzzzzz, bzzzzzz Go have your head examined. I did and now, No more sounds, just Bzzzzz, bzzzzz, bzzzzzz Teeth clenched, toes curled Ha, if I didn't know better Bzzzzz, bzzzzzz Same look ******** That's some ***** kind of love Strapped down, at least 5 possible Ankles, wrist, head and one across the chest, maybe. No, we need to make sure her heart is free. In case we defib ri late tor her She must be drugged. Stick a needle in her vein "Relax, sweetie. You won't remember a thing". ******** that warmth from my head to my toes. Ok, ready let's go. Bzzzzz, bzzzzzz Teeth clenched, toes bent, look her hands grasping the tool so hard. Bzzzzz, bzzzzz, bzzzzzz "Do you think it's enough". "Yes, we are done". Erasing part of me. I jumped out of that window and ran. Like Chief Out of the cuckoo' s nest. They tried to erase me. Was I so mad? Bzzzzz, bzzzzz. He said I'll hold on to you. I'll go to hell with you and back. I won't let go. I remember that. That's being loved. A lunatic's love story.

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Somebody sweep me off my feet Slow down, hurry up What are we waiting for Train train Blowing my whistle Warning you at the cross street I seem to be the conductor Maybe I need to be just another passenger Blowing the whistle Train, train The train horn always blows At the cross streets Maybe I'm deaf and blind. I cross those tracks anyway. Where did you come from Train train Slamming into the hard concrete Feeling that heavy steel on steel I didn't see or hear But I felt the vibration in my chest My body shakes Interrupting my train Of thoughts Train train Blowing her whistle Fell asleep at the wheel Am I on the train Or driving Rubbing the sleep from my eyes As I feel the force of power Train train Running down the tracks Penny flattening on the metal Now its a keepsake Train train Stop don't you see the lights flashing Can't we hear the Interrupting soundtrack Smoking engineering It's warning whistle Smiling today whenever I hear That train Train train Infinite trip Watching the scenery From my minds eye Instead I ran Faster so I could Jumpstart Train train I'm pulled up My eyes have adjusted Darkness Gearing down Train train Next STOP Whistle sound Thunder Smaller as I watch Their train Leaving Alone in station Train train train train

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Jul 4, 2016

Jul 4, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC

Gingermoon

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Somebody sweep me off my feet Slow down, hurry up What are we waiting for Train train Blowing my whistle Warning you at the cross street I seem to be the conductor Maybe I need to be just another passenger Blowing the whistle Train, train The train horn always blows At the cross streets Maybe I'm deaf and blind. I cross those tracks anyway. Where did you come from Train train Slamming into the hard concrete Feeling that heavy steel on steel I didn't see or hear But I felt the vibration in my chest My body shakes Interrupting my train Of thoughts Train train Blowing her whistle Fell asleep at the wheel Am I on the train Or driving Rubbing the sleep from my eyes As I feel the force of power Train train Running down the tracks Penny flattening on the metal Now its a keepsake Train train Stop don't you see the lights flashing Can't we hear the Interrupting soundtrack Smoking engineering It's warning whistle Smiling today whenever I hear That train Train train Infinite trip Watching the scenery From my minds eye Instead I ran Faster so I could Jumpstart Train train I'm pulled up My eyes have adjusted Darkness Gearing down Train train Next STOP Whistle sound Thunder Smaller as I watch Their train Leaving Alone in station Train train train train

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Drowning in the pile of crap I've brought in my life Peeling off the layers Driving in the spikes Swords plunged Sticky Smell I can't write it down Don't want you to feel The way I do Understand. the overwhelming Crippling feeling Of drowning Head nodding BAM **** Not changing yourself myself

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Jul 2, 2016

Jul 2, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC

Gingermoon

Journ

Drowning in the pile of crap I've brought in my life Peeling off the layers Driving in the spikes Swords plunged Sticky Smell I can't write it down Don't want you to feel The way I do Understand. the overwhelming Crippling feeling Of drowning Head nodding BAM **** Not changing yourself myself

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Smother me Cover me Lather me Gather me Wash me Wish me Love me **** me Kick me Crush me Fix me Fill me Up

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Jul 2, 2016

Jul 2, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC

Gingermoon

Fill me. .Up

Smother me Cover me Lather me Gather me Wash me Wish me Love me **** me Kick me Crush me Fix me Fill me Up

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Sometimes a shot in the heart Isn't Cupid's arrow But a bullet From your Lover's muzzleloader.

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Jul 2, 2016

Jul 2, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC

Gingermoon

Love sometimes = Death

Sometimes a shot in the heart Isn't Cupid's arrow But a bullet From your Lover's muzzleloader.

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Likes being glad Not mad Glad, I'm not mad It may be a fad Which would be sad But not bad I'm glad, not mad Not bad No use to be sad Glad I have my lab Would like to lose my flab And get back my hard ab That's Labrador Who walks on all fours And takes a rest on my floor In front of my door. Don't want to be a ***** That would be a chore I've done it before It's such a bore Anyone can add to this fad It ain't all bad Just glad I ain't sad JUST GOING MAD.

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Jul 2, 2016

Jul 2, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC

Gingermoon

Rhyming mad

Likes being glad Not mad Glad, I'm not mad It may be a fad Which would be sad But not bad I'm glad, not mad Not bad No use to be sad Glad I have my lab Would like to lose my flab And get back my hard ab That's Labrador Who walks on all fours And takes a rest on my floor In front of my door. Don't want to be a ***** That would be a chore I've done it before It's such a bore Anyone can add to this fad It ain't all bad Just glad I ain't sad JUST GOING MAD.

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Feeling shame I hate the real Cruel heart Turned inward Facing outward Shame inside Disapproving stare Don't look Deep in this heart Shallow thinking Shame covering Me False pride Interrupting My mind Forgets My name I hate this feeling Hiding in my mind Digging through the trap I've laid Down today The list on yellow pads Wonder ing Will my stripping Down Cover me Stuck in the Root of the problem Heart

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Jun 22, 2016

Jun 22, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC

Gingermoon

Shame

Feeling shame I hate the real Cruel heart Turned inward Facing outward Shame inside Disapproving stare Don't look Deep in this heart Shallow thinking Shame covering Me False pride Interrupting My mind Forgets My name I hate this feeling Hiding in my mind Digging through the trap I've laid Down today The list on yellow pads Wonder ing Will my stripping Down Cover me Stuck in the Root of the problem Heart

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Out of the Shadows Out of the shadows Cast in the light It seems to be Only me Out of the shadows Cast in the light For the world too see I wonder why You won't let me be me I would rather be In love with me In secret I never wanted to be I'm not a poet you see But in the shadows I'm so alone Why For the world to see Why Humiliate me A side glance there In the shadows It's just a fantasy You only wrote What the world wanted to see Is it just fantasy I'm not a poet you see But in the shadows I'm free to be me Scared and shaking It's so hard to write It gives my pen such a fright But out of the shadows You said it's got to be Because I'll show you It's a fantasy It's you, It's me It'll never be we.

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Jun 17, 2016

Jun 17, 2016 at 12:27 PM UTC

Gingermoon

Out of the shadows

Out of the Shadows Out of the shadows Cast in the light It seems to be Only me Out of the shadows Cast in the light For the world too see I wonder why You won't let me be me I would rather be In love with me In secret I never wanted to be I'm not a poet you see But in the shadows I'm so alone Why For the world to see Why Humiliate me A side glance there In the shadows It's just a fantasy You only wrote What the world wanted to see Is it just fantasy I'm not a poet you see But in the shadows I'm free to be me Scared and shaking It's so hard to write It gives my pen such a fright But out of the shadows You said it's got to be Because I'll show you It's a fantasy It's you, It's me It'll never be we.

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