J: Favorites

Apr 2014 J

remnant

Apr 2014 J

KILLME

remnant

words spilled like syrup
tasted sugar sweet
at first
but then
left a bitter residue

Apr 2014 J

Don't Wake Me

Apr 2014 J

Emily

Don't Wake Me

I feel so good
Tucked away in my bed
Warmed by the comforter
Healed by the comfort
It provides me with
My eyes close away the thoughts
That carry on through the day
Thoughts I no longer wish to think
Sleep gives me my dreams
Where I'm who I want to be
Doing what I want to do
I feel so good
Sinking into the mattress
The softness resembling clouds
It's like I've gone to heaven
Please don't wake me

Apr 2014 J

Love Poem To My Ukulele

Apr 2014 J

Tim Benjamin

Love Poem To My Ukulele

There she sits quietly in the corner,
Watching me
Longing for me to give her my attention,
Watching me
While I spend time with everyone but her,
Watching me

While I may pick up a guitar or two
Or tickle a piano every chance I get
She doesn't know that my mind lingers
And I find myself,
Watching her

Her smooth body curved oh so perfectly
To her perfect neck so long and slender
She was my first whether she knows it or not
And on the day we met
I found myself,
Watching her

Apr 2014 J

Ukulele

Apr 2014 J

Jimmy King

Ukulele

I remember playing the ukulele
A year ago
With you in my living room,
My fingers showing yours
The chords you still had to learn
(A perfect excuse
To hold your hand)

Sunlight pouring,
As the rain does now,
Through the windows
Illuminated
The carefully moving corners
Of your lips
(An imperfect
Yet somehow reasonable excuse
To kiss them).

This morning
As our noses pressed together
And our breathing intermingled
In the bed where I lost my virginity
To the girl
Who taught me those same chords
(To the girl whose lips
Mine found an imperfect excuse to kiss
This afternoon),
I wished that I still had chords
To teach you;
I wished that the sun
Would shine through the rain

Apr 2014 J

Ukulele

Apr 2014 J

Jimmy King

Ukulele

I remember playing the ukulele
A year ago
With you in my living room,
My fingers showing yours
The chords you still had to learn
(A perfect excuse
To hold your hand)

Sunlight pouring,
As the rain does now,
Through the windows
Illuminated
The carefully moving corners
Of your lips
(An imperfect
Yet somehow reasonable excuse
To kiss them).

This morning
As our noses pressed together
And our breathing intermingled
In the bed where I lost my virginity
To the girl
Who taught me those same chords
(To the girl whose lips
Mine found an imperfect excuse to kiss
This afternoon),
I wished that I still had chords
To teach you;
I wished that the sun
Would shine through the rain

Apr 2014 J

Ukulele.

Apr 2014 J

Cameron Godfrey

Ukulele.

There's one rotten string on my Ukulele
That holds me back from playing
Behind it, an inexplicable frustration
But the explanation goes without saying.

Strum, Strum, Buzz, Strum
Why can't I just play the chord
Is something wrong with the instrument?
Beyond repair I can afford?

Maybe it's me, that's playing wrong
Why can't I strum that string?
I can't play my freaking melody,
So I guess I'll just try to sing.

There's probably a metaphor here but something is seriously wrong with my ukulele.

Apr 2014 J

J.S. i love you

Apr 2014 J

Emma Pickwick

J.S. i love you

i thought i'd find you at the bottom of a bottle.
i thought i'd find you in a stack of old photographs,
the ones i've been keeping away in my sock drawer.
i thought i'd find you in my dreams,
at the store,
at your house,
in my bed.
i thought i'd find you if i just looked long enough.
if i just looked long and hard,
at all the places you are and aren't and could be.
but i only seem to find you in my tears
after every long day,
that i've just spent looking
to find
you.

Apr 2014 J

delight

Apr 2014 J

eunsung aka Silas

delight

In
your
Love
I
**delight

5w

#love #delight

Apr 2014 J

Spin The Bottle

Apr 2014 J

Carl Joseph Roberts

Spin The Bottle

Spin The Bottle

That bottle spins in a game of chance
Who you'll kiss depends where it lands
It lands on me and we begin our life
Then a ring is given you become my wife

A child is born to change my view
I'm now responsible for someone new
Then one day you come to me
You tell me soon there will be three

So we buy a house where we can grow
We fix it up and call it home
It's not big enough for our family now
So we sell that home and look around

We find a home in a different town
To raise our kids until there grown
The days are spent in each others arms
Still holding hands, two melded hearts

That bottle knew just where to land
For it stopped on me and our life began
Spin the bottle's not a game a chance
Its a gift from God and it's heaven sent

Carl J. Roberts

No this is not me. I wrote this for a friend of mine who said write a poem about spin the bottle. This is how I see his life with his wife. I have known him for many years and this is what I feel his life with his wife has gone.