A Poets Thoughts Poem.
Keep opening doors all by yourself.. leaving me thinking.
How I'm gonna tell you next time.
Maybe I will purposely appear unappealing less smart and give you a sour taste in ya mouth.. Unlike some women from the South.
Maybe you should stop taking chances and making advances.
On things I never asked for. Maybe I can get respected in my own type lane. I like my paced.
Slow going train.
But remember this poets just a entertaining.
Cruising type thing.
I'm not one to tame..
I love being called simply by just my name.
@H.E.R_Poetry s.a.m

When you first heard Aretha sing, did you know just what she meant?

Or did you ponder the words, in your mouth.

Cloying.

Stuck to your tongue with cement.

R. E. S. P. E. C. T.

I've got no idea what it means to me.

~
scarlet wind sails
upon an ultrasounding wave,
postcards from tiny islands;
nebulous, indefinable, floating,
fresh as a field
of crackerjacks;
nodding happily
from minute one,
celebrating the mountains
and valleys of being alive
in excelsis; irresistible and impish
in its understated insinuations.
~

the dawn rises over the forest,
the dawn promised to wait for us
in the eyes of the eagle the drums smile
and dance
eagles jump up, take turns around the lake,
one round, the second  round ... fourth,
the drums hit the sky,
feathers fall off,
smoothly
are falling, and
are kissing the grass, and
are kissing the earth
when the eagles come down and down
with the beak  are catching the fish
from below waters
the thundering sounds swear the waterfall to be combed by the sun
when drummers smolder all year round
like the star of the night,
smolder like coal extracted from the hearts of ojibwe people

Innocence clothes me
The sin strips me
And I allow it
So my friends respect me.

respect: earned through suffering
no food no sleep no rest
worth: deemed by usefulness
idleness is useless is worthless

a cart of ideologies
hurtling down an infinite hill
pushing on to the next poor fools
who receive and continue

maybe I need to slow it down
throw myself in front and
bump
did that work

is one made a martyr
or just a conman, the easy way out
refusing to play the game
opt out of self sacrifice with self sacrifice

i'll forget the memories i made with you
love will fade little by little
but
i haven't told you yet the name of the flower
when you asked me to identify from the bouquet
you brought on our very first date

i know that if there's life there's death
its up to us how we live in between
i spend my days having coffee with you
and yours to watch movies with me
flowers grow from the seeds then it withers in time

don't forget me i said
i hurt myself and cried more
i wish I was the one who'd say to 'forget me
Because honestly I can't say 'don't let me go
Forget-me-not
but
i will keep on living positively from now on

you don't have to say 'thank you to me
because i feel the same with you
but
i wish you didn't told me to 'forget you
please 'don't let me go
Forget-me-not


i'll forget the memories i made with you
love will fade little by little
i'll keep on living positively
Forget-me-not

It is a lie.
I can’t get into your skin
nor see the blight on your soul
nor know the wealth of your life
in the darkness and the light.

It seems to me – and I could be wrong –
these four words
discount the other’s experience
dismiss the depth of a friend’s feeling.

Can’t I come up with something more creative?
Ask a question to find out more?

Have NOT been there
like you have.