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Do you feel me now?
Do you love me still?
I loved you, sweetheart
always have and always will.
How did you forget me, how?

I am so sad today
You're not here with me
but you are always inside me
even though nobody can see.
Tell me, why did you go far away?

I miss your lovely eyes
I miss your happy smile
I am walking miles and miles
but I can't find you anymore.
Listen to me, my tears still love you!
There is no such thing as perfection
There is only a perfect for me and
That perfect is beautifully flawed.
You spin me like a carousel
And I've noticed you're a mademoiselle
You can always tug on my lapel
There's no story for me to sell
So those assumptions and suspicions can quell
I should start a bethel
For you and only you
Nobody else is invited
Just me, the VIP
Everyone else is an absentee
You make me feel more at ease
As my heart starts to crease
I can sell my nightmares for lease
So at least they can't be stuck to me
But you're more then welcome to be.
My heart is growing baneful
From all those that caused painful
Memories for me
You might need an enquiry
To figure all of this out
I have have German decent, I'm surprised I haven't been called a *****
It's like they upset me to bring out
The Beast I never wanted to unleash
I earn money like a baksheesh
But one day I'll make it big
Not through an Oil rig
But on my own accord
I tangled by my anger
But I'm afraid that I can't cut the cord
Hopefully my kindness won't be covered in swards
Drinking a beer of Heineken
Feeling bad for the China men
Reminiscing the days of two thousand ten
Telling stories I've heard since I was at that age
You could go on forever, always turning the page
You'd think people would appreciate these kind of days
He was trapped between
her chocolate colored eyes
and her love flavored lips
and he just wanted a taste
of her heavenly bliss
and the soft cream porcelain skin
that coverd her hips
and the top of her thighs
and white milky *******
and thought of tracing
her curves with his fingers
and parting her flower
with the tip of his tounge
made his pulse quicken
and his blood pump hard
and he was helpless
to the desire burning
into his heart
and he seeped and he stroked
and he whisperd her name
that fell from his mouth
like a prayer to the muse of lust
and repeating her name
again and again
until with the long slow syllables in a moan
he stained his sheets with streaks
like stars in the sky
and he then fell into a dream
that tasted of chocolate and love
I know where they secretly hide-
these proud two-legged crawlers
(I've been their bane for forty years
fishermen call me 'King of the marine prowlers')

their claws might be sharp
like the brightest knife
the trick is to hold them
by their shells--- no strife

for my nimble, steady and well-trained hands
last week one thousand  I caught--no surprise
every restaurant in town courted my favour
last year I won 'The Village Best Crab-man Prize'

six hundred books on this shining creature
I have read.  I have written a book 'Understanding the Crab'
word got round and there are a thousand crab-people by the sea now
but they return home by sunset and all that they say is  'The day is crap!'
* dedicated to Crandall Branch, poet and crab-man
Let's make one thing absolutely clear...
We are all turning into those strange old people who like to wax sweet wisdom.
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