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Richard j Heby Oct 2012
i love you because
you don’t mind if i have all of you,
always,
and are always ready,
and don’t mind being spread thin
e.g. on ritz.
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
the problem with girls
with smart
         phones
is they don't know how to use them --
that's just wishful thinking
from a guy
who wonders
why you'd give me your number if you aren't going to text me back,

maybe the same reason
that I take her number with no intention
to ever call.
Richard j Heby Oct 2012
Of withered petals just and nearly red
which falling from my hairy hands to bed –
these flower pieces can’t make up a whole
but soon enthrall your drunk and curious head,
and puff as fervent, brisk i lay you down;
upon the busy spread soft, scattered soles
of four (some sockless) feet, one evening gown,
and fresh-laid drying petals bounce around.

It seems your innocence that this night stole
but ****** ties were freed as we were wed
the Stolen are the flowers from the ground
now serving us as petals in a bowl.

Our Romance culminates in quickly dying,
you, sitting on the now-red petals, crying.
I would appreciate any feedback on this poem. The words I have in bold are those that I believe need work. The first one because I believe there can be something better than and, the second because i want to imply something ******, but quiver is not quite right and dance doesn't really make sense, the last because I believe (partly) there is too much sappiness involved in this couple being wed.

Also, I am looking for a word that can mean both, "cut" and "tie" or "tie" and "untie," as I am looking to imply that her virginity was freed when she was married, but they each assume a sort of piety, or virginity in the sanctity of  marriage which is somewhat chaste – compared to unmarried ***. I guess the word I am looking to replace is "freed" or even to change the metaphor of tied virginity.
Richard j Heby Sep 2012
If i were an artist – and most importantly everyone knew it –
I would paint ****,
sculpt dung,
write crap
and see the masses awe in it.
Richard j Heby Sep 2012
All unattainable
love is unconscionably
empty, while it's full

of "complimentary"
compliments and praise lacking
features resembling

features; they are signs,
which haven't been named or seen,
and make us human

only by grotesque
standards of knowledge and sin
(which grow conflated).

If morality is skewed then the root
is knowledge: the unavoidable fruit.
Richard j Heby Sep 2012
the camel doesn't see his back*

Each man lacks knowledge of himself
for his eyes point only outward,
but how unfortunate it is
for he believes himself, his eyes
which tell fated lies like the sea –
whereon I pressed my ear and heard,
"I am the sand, that I must be."

The sea can never see itself,
and nor does the drunk man who claims –
"there's no way that I **** myself."
Richard j Heby Sep 2012
it could not be sin
to love the beautiful on
earth – but these women,

spontaneous spawn
sprung of wonderful flowers,
make me double take

and heed to powers
beyond strength for curious sake –
when i look again

i ask, why nature
is teasing slow-moving men
with a halting cure

to hopeless ails of seeing kind
with flowers walking through my mind
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