#perchance
Hello, Lady
You invited me, I think,
We crossed paths in the ether
And you made my eyes blink,
I turned around after passing
To get a second look,
Could I be the liner notes
If you were the book?
Could this be the preface
Of a classic compilation?
Chapter one, they meet
In some exotic nation,
A couple random souls
Bumping shoulders on a train,
First impressions so important
Etched a memory in his brain.
A dark-haired brunette
Fit and healthy, there's a start,
He noticed a sudden change
In the beating of his heart,
Single parent, that's OK
It means she knows selfless love;
As if predestination existed
He felt a little shove.
Chapter two, they meet again
He saw her at the diner,
That little lurch inside his heart
Noticing she was finer,
Than the nebulous memory
Etched inside his brain,
But understanding, he'd been in love
Since that night upon the train.
Chapter three, for now
Is essentially unwritten,
The protagonist in question
Undoubtedly is smitten,
Not sure where the dialogue
Will guide the future pages,
But he knows that life, love and laughter
Progress through careful stages.
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 12:35 AM UTC
Promies, never to,
The premise of us to part.
Should I ever leave you,
Let being be dashed-
Against black canvas.
Let blood be
A medium of art.
These shackled hands,
Consequence of circumstance
And everything I have entailed.
Perchance, happenstance-
That which we have lived
And all that was not availed.
The fog of brokenness, and ache of loneliness.
Against reality, we rail.
Jul 7, 2023
Jul 7, 2023 at 6:08 PM UTC
Perchance it loves me too?
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Vicki and patty m.
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no one loves the same,
the moon, or me,
or you two too,
exactly exact,
or, especially
each other
every stream of light refracts differentiation,
rays scattered and triggering you-know-what
it is never by
perchance,
always by
first glance
rays that are moon ordained,
plotting paths on the river and bay
that check my souls consternation
asking me nightly,
come walk on water,
come to visit me,
when I am a verdant blue
once upon a time,
the moon would come to me
by early afternoon, so had a
doubleheader of celestial admirable
moon,
for its plotting morning carryovers
going all the way occasionally
to afternoon sunlight,
as if it is like love
that passes
through a checkpoint,
saying, see!
a safe transition
to the east/west passageway
of your humanity heavenly inclusive
I’ve loved creatures,
human and even better than them,
feminine and masculine,
never made any difference,
for it was never a competition
my whole soul went wet,
Olson,
from then till now,
when the love word escaped
my lips, troublemakers, happily,
the misery it provided was ecstasy,
made the poem solutions even better
but by now, august August,
woe within me, strong the sadness,
the end of summer chilling forces,
makes sure the dividing line
is redrawn and love and moonlight,
once inseparable,
are again fully distinct and
perchance,
come September
hopefully I’l forget and I won’t remember
all the rest,
just the best of the best of
you two poets scheming,
how to enlighten the world
with blue moon words
2:16pm,Sunday August 25
2019
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 2:29 PM UTC
Slow down don't be so rushed
Soon enough your life will be hushed
Take some time to look around
There is infinite things to be found
Don't get so caught up in the day to day
That you don't take a second to break away
Just a simple small glance
To see, what you can see perchance
This universe holds infinite power
Just take a look at the smallest flower
Thin lines of color precisely placed
Upon it's delicate tiny face
All that is required is a closer look
For experiences to open like a book
So when your feeling like your about to drown
Stop and take a closer look around
You will be amazed at what seems new
Simply from a second view
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC