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Any time, he is the sun
resplendent, charm unlimited,
every flower go crazy when he smiles,
desire makes them even shameless
like animals in heat, they adore him
as the jewel of their heart.
But I alone was the lucky one,
his eyes gleamed in desire,
when falling first on me
I knew, I alone was his lotus,
the only flower he kissed with fervor,
all others were just shadows that chased him,
and he may have relented.
Though born in the depth of this slushy pond,
I am pure, having a single pointed mind,
It's not only my ruddy petals, that made him fall in love,
he felt my warm heart, many a love lorn beetle
tried to pry open, in vein.

But who would think this dark cloud,
pretending to be a class apart,
hovering above, haughty and proud,
would invade his  intimate space,
would eclipse our love so easily
by obstructing our love exchanges.

How long, a moving cloud,
that dissolves every minute
could hold sun her prisoner,
against his wishes(I am sure)
Winds of change are gathering
with such devastating force ,
they would sweep her away, so far.
Then, lashing rain would dissolve
her pride, making the sky clearer than ever.

I would again look at his eager face
so worried not seeing me so long.
"The dark days of anguish
that kept our love in the dark is over" I would tell,
"we are together, see how your passion flares
none could separate us, till the day I wither,
what if it would happen even in a day or two?"
Throughout life people will show you love
love from one another,love from above
from those who have moved on and those who still linger
within my heart and sometimes wander,
through my head and in my mind
knowing that they're safe inside
in my thoughts whilst layed in bed
in my heart whilst making zed's
and, though I'm asleep I can still feel
that all knowing eye watching over
thinking of me, and keeping me safe
knowing with it watching me I'm in a good place.
this eye also has a voice
a well known voice, to which I might add
this voice I speak of happens to be My Dad.

My Dad.
My Daddy.
My ***
MY HERO

just imagining being with him makes me feel so high
like a fluttering starling floating across a sunlit sky
it makes me feel warm and stops me being mad
this is where I go to when I feel sad, when I feel aggressive or need to feel glad
glad that I have something to achieve
to make my dad proud of me
because he believed,
I could do anything that could make him proud
but I want to impress him and shout it out loud
I want to say that my dad was the best
he helps me through everything although he's not there
I can feel his presence in the air
it runs through me because he is my warmth
he is my idol
he is my king
his is what i believe in

I will meet with him again one day
Him.
my Dad.
My Daddy.
My ***.
**MY HERO
2009 poem by Josh Morter ©

just found this poem after a clear out think written sometime early 2009.
I have nothing to say
& that's because I've been asleep for days
The scariest knowledge that I ever gained
was the idea that I can numb my own pain
Now I'm digging rusty nails into my veins
just to wake so I can climb away
It's 4 AM and every butterfly is dead
beneath my ribs, every one with broken wings
from all those times they flew up my spine &
were knocked back down with Xanax & wine
I felt them struggle for a few years before
I felt them give in & now I ache to
resurrect every single one
Numb is right when the burn
is too real but do you know what
it's like to laugh & not feel?
It's a smooth day.
No worries upon my mind.
Just relaxin' and feelin' fine.

It's a smooth day.
Just enjoyin' the company of my love.
And that's enough for me.

Unlike others , who let friends and associates ruin their day?
But lettin' them intrude.
Our understand when there are days to stay away.

Why?
Why do we let kindness interrupts our special moments?
When we see them constantly.
And when they departed our intimate moods has faded away.

Oh, it's a smooth day.
Cause nothin' is goin' to bother us today.

It's our time.
It's our life.
It's reserved for us to enjoy one another.

Love is in bloom.
And there's just no room for others.
Man Card

You must know that all men have one
That we use when we're in need
I would take mine out and show you
If I thought you would believe

I always have mine with me
But its hardly ever used
Unless I think I need it
When im shopping for new shoes

I will pull it out and wonder
If you will ever think its real
For you saw me walking fifi
My toy poodle with no tail

Now I know I'll have to show it
If ever I am found
Outside planting flowers
When college football comes around

My scooters not a harley
Every real man knows that sound
It wispers where's your man card
As I putter around this town

I have had it for so very long
But now my man card cant be found
I know I dont deserve it
With this pink shirt I wear now

I'm not worried I lost my man card
For there are plenty to be found
All married men have lost one
For not putting those tampons down

Carl J. Roberts
Inspired when I told another poet to tear up his man card.(Thanks Mike) Made me look at myself and laugh. lol.  I have a 300cc scooter and a 800cc Maurauder but at 85mpg I want to ride my scooter more each day. I should rip up my mancard

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