samgp - Hello Poetry

As a child on a beach Shoveling moats to the kingdom And as the waves to the sand You scooped me up. My heart is like a shell of the sea vacant from previous owners, Wandering lost in undertows, Trying to find a ground to settle. Perhaps you want not to own me. Or drag me down with tides Maybe you want to keep me… You might think I’m a treasure. Just please be careful, be careful with me… I have tumbled myself quite fragile With a delicate palm you raise me up To the light, as you gently appraise me I wonder if I am worthy of your shelf Adorned with bits and bobs, Savored, polished, cautiously placed So thoroughly loved and cared for. I dream to be amongst those trinkets That Time itself, took mercy Where decades of wear and tear Only made them greater. How could I think a happy end? Amongst your most favorite things Your gaze steadily bores into me A spotlight over the squalls. I think to shout- “Discard me to the sea!” (It seemed clear I was not worth keeping.) Instead, your lips lift to a smile. Pupils wide and awestruck. You place me to your heart And then- as if to yourself, you softly whisper: “I love you most of all.” Relief, I sink into your cradled arms, My heart pulsing like the waves A steady force all of my own, untethered and delighted.

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Jun 11, 2023

Jun 11, 2023 at 12:15 AM UTC

samgp

I’ll be free

As a child on a beach Shoveling moats to the kingdom And as the waves to the sand You scooped me up. My heart is like a shell of the sea vacant from previous owners, Wandering lost in undertows, Trying to find a ground to settle. Perhaps you want not to own me. Or drag me down with tides Maybe you want to keep me… You might think I’m a treasure. Just please be careful, be careful with me… I have tumbled myself quite fragile With a delicate palm you raise me up To the light, as you gently appraise me I wonder if I am worthy of your shelf Adorned with bits and bobs, Savored, polished, cautiously placed So thoroughly loved and cared for. I dream to be amongst those trinkets That Time itself, took mercy Where decades of wear and tear Only made them greater. How could I think a happy end? Amongst your most favorite things Your gaze steadily bores into me A spotlight over the squalls. I think to shout- “Discard me to the sea!” (It seemed clear I was not worth keeping.) Instead, your lips lift to a smile. Pupils wide and awestruck. You place me to your heart And then- as if to yourself, you softly whisper: “I love you most of all.” Relief, I sink into your cradled arms, My heart pulsing like the waves A steady force all of my own, untethered and delighted.

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Have you ever seen roadkill And think- oh **** did it know? A fleeting chance and - BAM! It’s gone. I think of that a lot. I think for a fleeting moment- That poor thing! Second thought: How lucky am I? That I get to continue living. …But third thought, hmm…is it better off? Is that strange? Maybe. That’s the course of life.

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Apr 7, 2023

Apr 7, 2023 at 12:16 AM UTC

samgp

The course

Have you ever seen roadkill And think- oh **** did it know? A fleeting chance and - BAM! It’s gone. I think of that a lot. I think for a fleeting moment- That poor thing! Second thought: How lucky am I? That I get to continue living. …But third thought, hmm…is it better off? Is that strange? Maybe. That’s the course of life.

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The catch here is that there is none. I’m trembling writing this Because I know I wrote part 1. I’m just as clueless as you. The loss, that is true. The loss of what you cannot lose. The loss of humanity is eminent. I’m trying to hold on. My mind is held in limbo The lines of truth are blurring I know I’m not the first to feel this. You tell yourself somehow Life. Will. Change. YOU. WILL. CHANGE Fear is always plotting. Yet, here we are No recognition of what Or how we can claim Some sort of relief. Banging on the walls Of systems that won’t fall Doing injustices to all This is not our home. I digress…I won’t give up. And I sure as hell Won’t let them speak to Me that way. My grandmother is a WW2 firecracker I take in all her knowledge. Even in her last days She wishes she got a tattoo A laced butterfly. I laugh. She is progressive. That gives me a sliver of hope We can break grounds Move buildings Make right. It’s a butterfly effect after all.

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Jan 24, 2023

Jan 24, 2023 at 10:10 PM UTC

samgp

The Catch Part 2

The catch here is that there is none. I’m trembling writing this Because I know I wrote part 1. I’m just as clueless as you. The loss, that is true. The loss of what you cannot lose. The loss of humanity is eminent. I’m trying to hold on. My mind is held in limbo The lines of truth are blurring I know I’m not the first to feel this. You tell yourself somehow Life. Will. Change. YOU. WILL. CHANGE Fear is always plotting. Yet, here we are No recognition of what Or how we can claim Some sort of relief. Banging on the walls Of systems that won’t fall Doing injustices to all This is not our home. I digress…I won’t give up. And I sure as hell Won’t let them speak to Me that way. My grandmother is a WW2 firecracker I take in all her knowledge. Even in her last days She wishes she got a tattoo A laced butterfly. I laugh. She is progressive. That gives me a sliver of hope We can break grounds Move buildings Make right. It’s a butterfly effect after all.

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Let me lead with “The Catch” The idea of life unlike we planned The life that all humans fear The catch is that it all can crumble. It is the loss you never thought A beautiful life stripped from the ground. Climbing through rubble - confused - When there, before, was a home. Uncertainty lies the path Every stone, every mile, every breath. To which point is it over? To where can we now rest? A hand is worth a thousand Miles we’ve regressed With minds that block And tick then talk, How can we not detest?

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Mar 8, 2022

Mar 8, 2022 at 9:38 PM UTC

samgp

The Catch Part 1

Let me lead with “The Catch” The idea of life unlike we planned The life that all humans fear The catch is that it all can crumble. It is the loss you never thought A beautiful life stripped from the ground. Climbing through rubble - confused - When there, before, was a home. Uncertainty lies the path Every stone, every mile, every breath. To which point is it over? To where can we now rest? A hand is worth a thousand Miles we’ve regressed With minds that block And tick then talk, How can we not detest?

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Your birthday, as you say Is just a ******* day For me, love, it is worth celebrating. I’ve kissed a lot of frogs, love. You are- you. You are (happy tears). The one that makes me feel - If the world ends, I’d find you. Whatever that may be- I know, you’d find me. I’m with you. I’m with you. I would never give you up.

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Nov 12, 2021

Nov 12, 2021 at 2:11 AM UTC

samgp

To you, love.

Your birthday, as you say Is just a ******* day For me, love, it is worth celebrating. I’ve kissed a lot of frogs, love. You are- you. You are (happy tears). The one that makes me feel - If the world ends, I’d find you. Whatever that may be- I know, you’d find me. I’m with you. I’m with you. I would never give you up.

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I won’t wary on any of this Because we all are going through it. All I can say right now is… That I wish I had wings Something I can use to - Take me from the wreck beneath me. Something to show me more perspective. … I’m afraid I am absorbing too much of what is fed to me, constantly. Through the screen. Through too much conversation. shallowing my thoughts. I am not owned by a God. I would love to know we have one. Human remains. Remains is how they’ll find us. Mother Earth is so powerful She will spit us out If we continue to deny… The whole truth… And nothing but the truth… So help me…

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Oct 27, 2021

Oct 27, 2021 at 12:02 AM UTC

samgp

Do I Dare Give This A Name?

I won’t wary on any of this Because we all are going through it. All I can say right now is… That I wish I had wings Something I can use to - Take me from the wreck beneath me. Something to show me more perspective. … I’m afraid I am absorbing too much of what is fed to me, constantly. Through the screen. Through too much conversation. shallowing my thoughts. I am not owned by a God. I would love to know we have one. Human remains. Remains is how they’ll find us. Mother Earth is so powerful She will spit us out If we continue to deny… The whole truth… And nothing but the truth… So help me…

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The trees seem fuller Where you remember Old Life, old love, happiness. Why do I feel empty? The grass rolls with a purpose Little satellites graze on lawns Tin roofs groove into hills … I feel so alone. You share your world Like you were a soldier from war Talking of what was, and, who was… I listen as a spectator out of frame. Funny how you thought this trip could Bring us closer- points of reference. Though instead of creating new memories, I’m watching you retrace the old. I love you, I love you, I love you - Why does that suddenly lose meaning? Is it me or is it us? Is it me? Is it me? Is it you? Nothing while we walk the trail You barely speak, I barely feel There’s no doubt it is beautiful, But you’ve walked this trail before. You are as fantastic as you remember. You led the pack, laid down the law. You remind me in every minute, You were King of everything. I love you, I love you, I love - I can’t lose this feeling - As if I’m holding the portrait Of a life you cannot part with. You speak of processes - While I hang on branches - sloping Heavy from the rain. Your words beating on my shoulder. I zone farther away - - - Focusing on the tapping of the leaves I wonder - If they were chimes, What would they sound like? I suddenly feel an impulse to run. I don’t need shelter - answers. To the swirling questions in my head- What was it again you needed from me? And - Why am I here?

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Jul 21, 2021

Jul 21, 2021 at 12:02 AM UTC

samgp

Vermont

The trees seem fuller Where you remember Old Life, old love, happiness. Why do I feel empty? The grass rolls with a purpose Little satellites graze on lawns Tin roofs groove into hills … I feel so alone. You share your world Like you were a soldier from war Talking of what was, and, who was… I listen as a spectator out of frame. Funny how you thought this trip could Bring us closer- points of reference. Though instead of creating new memories, I’m watching you retrace the old. I love you, I love you, I love you - Why does that suddenly lose meaning? Is it me or is it us? Is it me? Is it me? Is it you? Nothing while we walk the trail You barely speak, I barely feel There’s no doubt it is beautiful, But you’ve walked this trail before. You are as fantastic as you remember. You led the pack, laid down the law. You remind me in every minute, You were King of everything. I love you, I love you, I love - I can’t lose this feeling - As if I’m holding the portrait Of a life you cannot part with. You speak of processes - While I hang on branches - sloping Heavy from the rain. Your words beating on my shoulder. I zone farther away - - - Focusing on the tapping of the leaves I wonder - If they were chimes, What would they sound like? I suddenly feel an impulse to run. I don’t need shelter - answers. To the swirling questions in my head- What was it again you needed from me? And - Why am I here?

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We are always starting over The feeling of grounding Through clenched teeth, Discouraged. I’ll clean my slate And feel relieved To have arms open. Happy is a good day The sun winks The grass waves Today, I’m ready. Tomorrow, maybe, what if- I don’t pretend to know her anymore. Tomorrow is forever a dream. Today is open.

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Feb 23, 2021

Feb 23, 2021 at 11:54 PM UTC

samgp

Moment

We are always starting over The feeling of grounding Through clenched teeth, Discouraged. I’ll clean my slate And feel relieved To have arms open. Happy is a good day The sun winks The grass waves Today, I’m ready. Tomorrow, maybe, what if- I don’t pretend to know her anymore. Tomorrow is forever a dream. Today is open.

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I want to welcome you to chapter 6! This show has gone on far too long, but wait- there’s so much more! Let’s recap chapters 1-5: Racism Sexism War Drugs Natural disaster Chapter 6 will cover: Disease ...stay tuned folks! (And stay safe folks... We are all going through this. They don’t want me to engage, But we are being torn apart If I were you I’d love as long as we can The chapters exist because hate does End it at chapter 6...chapter 7 is unfathomable).

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Oct 15, 2020

Oct 15, 2020 at 11:28 PM UTC

samgp

Chapter 6

I want to welcome you to chapter 6! This show has gone on far too long, but wait- there’s so much more! Let’s recap chapters 1-5: Racism Sexism War Drugs Natural disaster Chapter 6 will cover: Disease ...stay tuned folks! (And stay safe folks... We are all going through this. They don’t want me to engage, But we are being torn apart If I were you I’d love as long as we can The chapters exist because hate does End it at chapter 6...chapter 7 is unfathomable).

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The older you get, the less it matters What they say is a farce What you feel inside Shifts and shakes It doesn’t mean It’s not real. Let me remind you of a childhood Done right by the books, but Mistakes are unforgettable (give a break) “Kid, i wish you the kindness and the heart You will love, lose, and you will love again Go to places Do good, be good. Never forget the people. I promise, they won’t forget you.“

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Sep 4, 2020

Sep 4, 2020 at 12:11 AM UTC

samgp

All that matters

The older you get, the less it matters What they say is a farce What you feel inside Shifts and shakes It doesn’t mean It’s not real. Let me remind you of a childhood Done right by the books, but Mistakes are unforgettable (give a break) “Kid, i wish you the kindness and the heart You will love, lose, and you will love again Go to places Do good, be good. Never forget the people. I promise, they won’t forget you.“

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