She's dancing in her skin tight jeans
Little boots with little tassles
When in the bar another comes
And you just know they're gonna wrassle
Hair all up, and dressed the same
I mean, these two could be twins
You know that fur is gonna fly
There'll be someone slappin' skin

There's rules in bars
At times like this
The most important one I'll mention
Is get the bartenders eye just when
You can feel the building tension
The bartender's job is now
Not serving drinks to you
So when you know a fight is on
You'd better order two
That my friend is my advice
I give it to you free
But, when I am out and it is on
I make sure I get three

Bubba's had just one too many
And you know he's gonna blow
It doesn't matter what you say
He's right and you don't know
Just grab a seat and hold on tight
And bud, take my advice
Before the bartender leaves the bar
You'd better order twice

Dancing close is always good
It doesn't do no harm
Except when the one you're dancing with
Came on another's arm
You'd better get your order in
Because, the fists are gonna fly
And you'll be waiting for a while
Before another you can buy

There's rules in bars
At times like this
The most important one I'll mention
Is get the bartenders eye just when
You can feel the building tension
The bartender's job is now
Not serving drinks to you
So when you know a fight is on
You'd better order two
That my friend is my advice
I give it to you free
But, when I am out and it is on
I make sure I get three

Come back home to me, baby.

The roses are whispering your name to the wind,
Murmurs of ladies in waiting to high dukes of the gardens.

The door whines with fervor
Anxiously awaiting your arrival,
My prince.

The sun is shining,
Waiting to look upon your beautiful face once more,
So beautiful that the sun watches and awaits your arrival everywhere you go,
For you are the most kind and pure and golden
Being it has seen walk on the Earth in all its days orbiting.

The house hums a quiet little melody,
An orchestra playing and preparing for your arrival,
Creaks
Clangs
Slams
Whines
Whistles.

Everyone is ready.

We just await you,
Your majesty,
My dear prince.

Oh to be trending with
Praise never ending
For poems I’ve shared on this site.

Likes and reposts give me
Reason to boast -
Justify staying up through the night.

Notifications are
Cause for elation;
The judges DO like what I write!

But a poem too plain
Causes heartache and pain, and
Is often my poor poet’s plight.

No comments, no hearts,
Silence tears me apart
As the view numbers start to get high.

Doesn’t anyone care?
Is it cause for despair?
Don’t they know how hard that I try?

And who really can blame us?
Our desire to be famous
Is a standard set forth at our birth.

Though it’s narcissistic,
We allow some statistics
To define the extent of our worth.

When I group words together
My soul is the tether;
I am sharing a part of myself.

The peril I fear
Is that no one will hear
As the words gather dust on a shelf.

So when the words are ‘bout right
I choose to quit for the night,
Add some tags, then I hit save and send,

‘Cuz when all’s said and done
We’re just writing for fun,  
Who cares if the **** thing will trend!
PwL   March, 2015

What if we cannot see?

The bluest of skies;

the clearest of seas.

The beauty around us

no-one to appreciate its majesty.

What if we cannot taste?

The lips of the one we love

The fresh air, blowing freely.

Or the food and drink provided by the earth

to keep us from the finality of death.

What if we cannot feel?

The one one we hold most dear;

who holds our heart with theirs.

Or to feel the warmth of a fire,

pleasant on our uncovered skin.

What if we cannot smell?

The scent of a flower in full bloom;

It’s aroma intoxicating and sweet.

Or the smells of our home we miss

whenever we are not there.

What if we cannot hear?

The sound of cleansing rain on the window

or the music that speaks to our every being.

Or the sound of a newborn baby

crying for it’s mother.

What if the meaning of life is our senses?

To See.

To Taste.

To Feel.

To Hear.

To Smell.

Would life be worth living,

if we cannot experience it fully?

The intricacies of life all around;

no-one could appreciate them,

how truly perfect they are.

What if we were never born with them?

It’s hard to miss something

you never had to begin with.

So for those who haven’t experienced these sensations.

Life is still worth living.

What if this life is false?

Reality isn’t what it seems?

What if this is all just a dream

and we don’t know any differently?

What if we were never born at all?

The ring on her finger
Means she is not available
But, really she is
Cuz he's not here anymore

War is the cause of
Death
Her heart is shattered
and her body aches

How is it fair to lose my love?
He was so young
He was so capable
This doesn't make sense

Oh, darling
Love never makes any sense

After everything we have been through

it’s all gone down the drain.

You got everything you needed

whilst I got nothing but pain.

You snatched everything from me,

Took everything I need.

You walked so easily from my life,

And left my heart to bleed.

Ever since you left me,

The day you walked out the door

I have felt numb and empty,

The tears continue to pour.

You said you would always love me,

You said it with such ease.

Now we are nothing but history,

And I am finding it difficult to breathe.

You were my everything.

You meant more thanks words can explain.

You used to be my sunshine,

Now you’re nothing but rain.

We had something special.

Now it’s torn to shreds.

I am left broken and hollow inside,

Replaying memories in my head.

Another day dawned without you,

I still find it really hard.

Knowing you are never coming back

Just breaks my lonely, aching heart.

I can’t stand the thought of you,

As happy as can be.

While I am sitting here all alone,

Darkness is all I see.

You are gone now.

Time to face the facts.

I need to get back up on my feet

And get my life back on track.

I’ll find love again one day.

I hope I find it soon.

Because it is music to my ears to hear

Someone say to me “I love you.”