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Sep 2015 DubJDaddy

Ignatius Hosiana

They say a good love story takes years to write
Mine's perfect for It's taking God centuries
Like all the masterpieces in documentaries
Though the waiting just doesn't feel right

They say time heals wounds, what heals scars
The bruises are gone but with time passage
Only the painful scars occasionally keep me in the bars
In the name of reinforcement and finding courage

They say before meeting your princes charming
You have to surrender your lips and kiss some frogs
But what if she too is out there kissing toads
Hopelessly battling to have faith, and yearning?

Why cannot we just meet on the very first page
When our hearts are still brimful with faith and are whole?
Why cannot soul mates just find each other at that age
When they are so willing to give it their all?

My love story must be so amazing even to the Author
So much so that He is probably afraid of publishers
One might think sane ladies should fall for Shakespeare and Chaucer
But guess what? Some of us are but the all time wishers

They say a good story is one that takes years to pen
So someday I'll happily move out the singles lane
Probably even the shards'll fix themselves back together
Maybe there's a story being carefully written with a frail quail Feather

#love #rhyme #melancholy #hopeless #despair #wishes #rhythm #ballad #lonesome #rhythorhyme

Sep 2015 DubJDaddy

Empty Shell

Sep 2015 DubJDaddy

Amy H

Empty Shell

Where is the poem,
the one I culdn't feel?
Escaped, like a flock of gulls
when all that's left is shells.
The mussels gone
or rotted
by heavy salty air;
exposed like a heart
to a fisherman
who never eats his catch
but hasn't the sense
to toss it in the water.
I am a shell,
with nothing succulent
to share.

Do you know the feeling?
Listen to Empty Shell, poem by Amy Hilton 4 #np on #SoundCloud
https://soundcloud.com/amy-hilton-4/empty-shell-poem

#apathy #spent #finished #uncaring #blocked

Sep 2015 DubJDaddy

only the poet knows

Sep 2015 DubJDaddy

Amy H

only the poet knows

Poems move in currents
changing speed and
splitting ways,
and we watch.
The rolling faire,
the words they share
leave beauty behind,
ignorant,
understood by one;
intentions only guessed
while images we digest
from origin unknown.
We read, we take,
we contemplate.
But unless traversing upstream,
over boulders,
holding rocks,
growing tired as we near the point of pain
we never see its start.
The water breaks through stone,
alone...
And where,
only the poet knows.

Interpretation is just that. Poems are beautiful because we have to look a little more deeply. Nothing beautiful is had for free.

Listen to only the poet knows by Amy Hilton 4 #np on #SoundCloud
http://soundcloud.com/amy-hilton-4/only-the-poet-knows-1

#poem #pain #know #river #understand #writer #stone #share #interpret

Sep 2015 DubJDaddy

dusk

Sep 2015 DubJDaddy

beth fwoah dream

dusk

golden streams of sun
sink, unwrap, dance,
melt into the trees
like honeycomb,
silver the ground
with their tender warmth.
the day is dying but so gently
that the shadows can only lengthen
dreaming their dreams of the night.

#sunlight #shadows #dusk

Sep 2015 DubJDaddy

Hello underground

Sep 2015 DubJDaddy

Solaces

Hello underground

Hello underground. Hello to all of your shadows. I meet with the dimming light here at midnight. Hello small cracks in the wall. I peak through at you. See what is really true. Hello dust devils. Silence swept you away. My recollections are all I have to say. Hello leftovers. Time to eat my yesterdays. And start cooking what tomorrows say. Hello milky skin. Pale as moon and taste like love. Its what has always been all of the above. Hello underground. Goodbye to all of your shadows. I leave the dimming light at noon. Just a visit is all it was and ill be back soon.

Look but don't touch..

#shadows #cracks #underground

Sep 2015 DubJDaddy

Compass or Noose

Sep 2015 DubJDaddy

Myra

Compass or Noose

Like a ******* addict needs a quick fix,
I need constant fixes of happiness
The search never ends; for things to pass the time
The search never ends; for distractions that keep me from pulling out this hair of mine
Though I look for things to do;
Painting, reading, music, what ever I choose..
I have become numb and less motivated
Numb, with lack of motivation
A poisonous pair of walking shoes
A painful pair of walking shoes
In due time,
Give me the strength to pick a compass over a noose

Sep 2015 DubJDaddy

Holding Words

Sep 2015 DubJDaddy

Myra

Holding Words

Don't tell me to just listen
when I've already listened enough
Don't tell me to just smile
when I'm already acting tough
Don't tell me to stop crying
and to rub the tears away
Don't tell me that it'll be alright
just to deal with my emotions for one less day
I didn't tell you just to listen,
when you were sad and spoke your mind
When words were pouring out of your mouth
I opened my ears and my eyes
Listening and speaking; it is a bittersweet gold
Our mind only lets us speak what others' hearts can only hold.

Sep 2015 DubJDaddy

Questioning

Sep 2015 DubJDaddy

Myra

Questioning

I ask you to send me a song,
Like you did two years ago
The lyrics that once flattered me
Now pumps my heartbeat slow
You tell me you do not understand,
"How can I send you a song?" You ask,
I guess you do not seem to remember
How you impressed me in the past
Sure, spend and buy me a new bow,
I'm grateful but money cannot buy my love
My love, I feel it deepening in my chest,
This black and empty hole.