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1d · 42
He's Not for You
I am a poet, that means I believe in love.
I am an idiot, that means I believe in love.

Love is not an illusion, or a confusion of the heart.

Played like a brutal game of desperation,
perspiration, and art.

I Love the art,
But I hate the game,

A feeling shared by two,
Is not open to general consensus,
of what constitutes me and you.

I am in you, you are in me,
How much more sanctification do we need?

Who's ******* approval, before our love can be true?

**** their opinions!

I choose you!

So just let it be, can't you see,
I was made for you.
And you were made for me.

And that's all the approval we will ever need!
So this is an old poem I forgot even existed written in a semi-drunken rage
when some people offered some unwanted and unasked for opinions
about my girlfriend dating me that caused a strain on our relationship
for a long time.

It's not very good but I thought it should finally see the light of day
after all these years, and the fact that we won out in the end.
My darling Jenny
this poem's for you,
A birthday promise, you can hold me to.

No amount of years will change
my love for you.

I miss your smile,
when you're not near,
and your voice is the one I always long
to hear.

I see your blue eyes
every night in my mind,
I feel your kiss, and I hear your sighs.

I long for you each and every day.

And when you are in my arms,
I always want you to stay.

So don't dread getting older,
or fret grey hairs and lines.

You'll remain young forever,
here in my mind.

Happy Birthday Baby!

I'll always Love You!
So me and my girl are in a long distance relationship
it's not as bad as it sounds she's only 200 miles away.  And I visit her often.

We've been together for 8 years now
But we've know each other since we were 17.
Anyway I tried to order flowers for her birthday
and they didn't arrive as planned.
She said just write me a poem Babe.
To which I replied that's so easy Honey,
every love poem I write is for you.
So this is the end result. I made a video too
but that's something I can only share with her.
5d · 109
The Journey
The sun burns hot and bright
heat waves distort the light,
where asphalt meets the horizon.

The Santa Ana winds dry the sweat
from my skin before I even have
a chance to perspire.

I head north along the coast, leaving behind
my blustering host.

As rocky cliffs, and pacific breezes sooth my soul.

And tonight as I sleep beneath the stars,
to the sound of the distant cars.

I let my thoughts wander,
Somewhere beyond Jupiter and Mars.

And wonder just when that journey,
might begin.

I'm in no hurry though, for there are miles left
to go.

And that journey will have to wait,
Until this journey ends.
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I started adding poems to my face book page as well as my you tube channel
to make it even easier to follow me.
thanks.
5d · 113
Bikers Shower
Summer rain storm
Soaks me to the bone.

Lying on concrete all alone,
under the overpass,
Cars blowing by,
I know they laugh.

I understand why.

But what they don't realize,
is that I'm laughing too.

I wouldn't trade this life,
because, I know.

I may be wet,
but I'm freer than you.

Give me a highway, a lonesome stretch of gray.

(Thanks for the line Bob)

And I'll be alright,
I'll find my way.

And if it rains, let it pour,
Let it wash my cares away,

I won't complain,
I love the rain.

Besides,
I probably needed a bath anyway.
In the bracket I'm referring to Bob Seger and a line from his song Even Now
from his album The Distance. Which has inspired several of my poems.
If your not familiar with his music I highly recommend giving him a listen.
His lyrics are excellent poetry.

now available on my you tube channel
www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
6d · 192
Spiritual Love
They ask me why I love you, 
They ask me why I care.

And though the answer eludes me,
the feeling is still there.

Like a moth to a flame,
the danger never sensed.

I'm drawn to thee eternally
in spite of circumstance.

My heart was told to love you,
I don't know by whom or why.

And even though it hurts me so,
I cannot deny.

My heart was told to love you
and I will heed thy will.

For my love for you
is the closest thing to
Heaven I'll ever feel.
Sometimes we fall in love with someone
who has been hurt or broken. And
even though you know they love you back, Its difficult
for them to trust you and open up to you.
Sometimes it feels like the easiest thing to do would be to
run the other way.
This poem is about deciding to stay and defying logic and reason
and finding the greatest love of your life.

Now available on my you tube channel

www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
6d · 89
Rodin's Lovers
Pure as alabaster,  
no servant, no master,
only love abides.

Lost in a kiss,
divination of  bliss.

Together, they've stood, against time.

Their creator long gone,
still they live on,
to remind us that true love lasts forever.
Inspired by the sculpture By Auguste Rodin in 1882
Entitled (The Kiss) but often refereed to as Rodin's Lovers
or The Lovers
7d · 167
Naughty Granny
I need a naughty granny
with a cougar in her *******.

A cougar in her ******* and
cookies in her pocket
to feed my old man belly
and please my old man rocket.

I need a naughty granny
who knows how to shake that thing,

Who's just as **** in her autumn
as she was back in her spring.

I need a naughty granny
to make my old *** feel alive.

Who will still want to do me, when I'm 95.
Not my usual thing but just having a bit of fun
Jan 13 · 147
Words Remembered
I want to write something
that lives beyond me.

Something that brings joy
to someone I'll never see.

Something that has wings
to traverse time and space.

Words of rhyme that kindle love
in a formerly loveless place.

Just a line, or phrase
where someone will say-

to a dear friend,
I read this today.

A poem by some old poet,
I don't recall his name.

But I found it to be beautiful,
and it touched me,
All the same.
What I write now, I hope my son will read when I'm 30 years gone
and remember me. Or maybe even a grandchild
even though I don't have any yet.
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Jan 13 · 133
Touched
A sentimental shaft of light
touched my face through
a cracked window pane.

A reflection of remembered
warmth, a memory of the
fire in your eyes.

My gaze turns towards
the window, searching
dancing motes of dust,
for a ghost of you.

For just an outline,
a shimmering silhouette,
to cling too.

But even as I search
I know, you're no mere ghost.

The light that touched
my face was you.
Jan 13 · 126
Neko (Story Sample)
This is the first couple paragraphs of a story I've been working on
interested in honest critique.

Neko awoke to the smell of blood. He sniffed the cool night breeze, and his ears swiveled, listening intently.
A wolfs ears were sharp and keen, but it was the nose that knew everything. The nose that had woke him from his dreams of warm summer play.
"A rabbit," Neko thought, injured and bleeding, maybe three hundred yards away upwind in the tall plains grass. Neko's stomach growled.
A wolf always knew an easy meal when he smelled one. Neko rose from his slumber stretching his powerful limbs and began to move slowly and methodically through the grass. He was careful to remain upwind. His steps fell like whispers on the soft ground.
The moon, which Neko so loved was full and bright tonight and threatened to betray him as it cast its silvery glow across the grassy landscape.
Neko's nearly white coat stood out against the yellow grass, his saving grace was the smattering of silver that ran down the center of his back and rimmed the tops of his ears.
Neko crouched deeper into the grass, and farther down into the shadows, his movement slowed to a crawl. He could hear his prey now. It was weakened but not so much that it wouldn't recover given time, or run should he miss his mark.
The rabbit had been lucky at some point earlier this evening in an encounter with a lesser predator than himself, a coyote or a fox perhaps.
However Neko had no intention of allowing his prey any reprieve from fate.
All animals great or small ended as a meal for someone, even wolves bones were picked clean in the end. Neko knew this on some primitive level but he gave it no thought, he crept closer.
The smell of the animal's blood was intoxicating. He could hear it's labored breathing.
His muscles were coiled and tense, he inched as close as he dare then suddenly,
Neko sprang swiftly and with no remorse. His jaws closed around the rabbits throat with a sharp snap, one shrill, short, squeal, and it was over.
Possible short book I'm working on about The leader of a wolf pack named Neko.   General setting is North Western U.S. Montana Wyoming area.
I wish that we had met as children.
And played all the games that children play.

I wish that we had run together
through the fields,
and laughed and joked those days away.

I wish I had been there to see you,
Blossom into the woman
you came to be.

And I wish in that hour
of self awakening,
I was the only boy your eyes could see.

Your first smile, first kiss,
first love, first promise,
and every other first along the way.

Now I look into your eyes
and see memories
of an alternate reality,
and all I can really do is smile.

Because no matter the past
you are here with me at last.

And a last love
beats a first love
by a mile.
This poem has been posted to my you tube channel please check it out.
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Jan 10 · 198
Love Songs Poem 1980
Why don't we steal away

And let me love you tonight

Because you and I've been in love to long

And I'd really love to see you tonight.

So why don't we steal away

(So you can)

Do that to me one more time

(You know )

I'm all out of love

And I can never get enough of a girl like you.

Cause Honey you are my shining star

(In fact you are)

You are The biggest part of me.

And that's how much I feel, feel for you Baby

But most of all I do love you

STILL.
line 1 Robbie Dupree
line 2 Pure Prairie League
line 3 Ambrosia
line 4 England Dan and John ford Coley
line 5 Robbie Dupree
line 6 Captain and Tennille
line 7 Air Supply
line 8 Captain and Tennille
line 9 The Manhattans
line 10-11 Ambrosia
line 12 The Commodores
Ok so this is far from being a good poem but it was just a little experiment I did with a new you tube video.
every line was from a song on the Billboard hot 100 for the year 1980
Checkout the video on my channel
www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
thanks.
Jan 8 · 222
Re-Found Love
Years have passed and maybe you're afraid
that time has caused a change,
Afraid that we won't rock each other's world like before.

And perhaps, physically we're not the same,
and yes our love has changed,
It's gotten so much stronger at its core.

Just take my hand,
My Love,
you already have my heart,
Just let go,
and watch love flow,
First steps are always the hardest part.

Let me carry you away,
on this re-found wave of love.

Maybe no longer crashing,
perhaps just gently lapping at the shore.

But there's still motion in the ocean,
and with all our love and devotion,
We'll Rock Each Other's Worlds Even More!!!
It took a teen romance followed by 30 years apart to write this one.

https://youtu.be/ZZoQCrOqHxo?feature=shared
you tube link for this video or go to

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to view all my videos.
thanks.
Jan 6 · 1.1k
A.I. Poet
A.I. Poet pounding at keys,
a lifetime of memories in
Chat GPT.

Punch up a sunset hues of
crimson and gold,

Throw in some birds,
Hit generate,
watch it unfold.

Selecting a font,
I couldn't
hazard a guess,

I'll just select an emotion
let A.I. do the rest.

Funny, this Insta-poetry is starting
to all sound the same,

Can't get any views,
I'm going insane.

Gotta find some new prompts
to up my game.

This Stupid AI ****,
is getting pretty lame!
Hey Roger this ones for You let me know what you think.

Just posted a video for this on my you tube channel
hope you all will check it out.

www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
Thanks.
Jan 5 · 269
Sunsets Without You
Staring out into the crimson sky
the westbound sun melts into the horizon.

A red and gold puddle of translucency,
blends into an ocean
of majestic purples and blues.

Pinpoints of light begin to appear
as day succumbs to night.

I stand in silence,
near to tears.

Wondering where you've gone.

The radiance of the emerging moon
shines a beacon  into the vastness.

To no avail.

I know that you are gone.

And unlike my faith in dawning sun,
I hold no hope of your return-
Upon the morning.
I feel I should make a collection of poems
called Born at 3 am.
It seems like that is when they arrive,
when the world is calm and sleep eludes me.
So this has been posted to my you tube channel I  hope you'll check it out
www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry  
Thanks.
Good Morning Is a prayer
not just a salutation,
and its return is the answer we pray for.

Goodnight is a promise,
that all is well and right,
and Good Mornings will follow as before.

You are my Good Morning,
my beginning, my new day.

You are the Goodnight I strive to reach.

So Good Morning My Love,
I hope your night was well.

You will be on my mind throughout the day.
Until I reach the evening,
and say goodnight to you.

My final act, my final prayer,
before my day is through.
https://youtu.be/UGleAeeQkak?feature=shared
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Thanks All.
Jan 3 · 137
Love Poem
A poem is just memories with you.
Lines on a page of special times we knew.

A moment,
a look,
a feeling,
something near to disbelieving.

Magic I only feel with you.
You are the poem,
I am the poet,
and these words are the love we share.

A record of time in rhythm and rhyme,
to show how much we care.
https://youtu.be/-NcTHGbTDFM?feature=shared
this can be seen as a collection of 3 poems on my you tube channel.
check it out if you can
thanks.
Jan 1 · 98
Poems Whispered
Your lips whisper poems in my ears,
and warm the blood that flows within my heart.

My creative juices begin to boil at your touch.
But your skilled hands hold me to a simmer.

I long to write the majesty that is you,
the masterpiece you've lain upon my soul.

Your love, My love,

has made me a poet.

And you are the poetry that makes me whole.
Just a simple little thing that popped into my head ten minutes ago.
Dec 2024 · 100
Game of Love
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
I want to touch you in a way,
that's playful, but not play.

That's gentle, yet firm.
Not taught, but learned.

Through a desire to love,
and be loved too.

Without any fears of exposing my all to you.
And a hoping that you will show all too.

So come play with me this game of love.
I long to see our future in your eyes,

Feel life's passions in your kiss,
and It's ecstasy in your sighs.

Eternity lives inside a lover's stare,
so come join with me in this gaze of love.

Let our eyes speak of things,
our tongues do not dare.

Just know,

This is no love game 

 Where we can simply pretend,
 we don't care.
This was originally titled Love Game.
But I reworked it and changed the title.
Seems to be what I'm doing lately scrutinizing my own work,
that being said I think I'm becoming a better poet for it.
Dec 2024 · 882
Old Poems
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Old poems
not lost but alone,
pressed between pages
dark and cold.

Should I write something new, or
Perhaps revive one of these
lonesome works of old?

Is the old not new
if it's never been told?

Oh so many pieces
Only known by me,

From dusky corners of my mind
to yellowing pages unseen.

Unfinished bits of sentiment,
lovelorn lyrics and rhyme.

Lost and lonely lines,
too good to have never been set down.

How long gathering dust and
locked away.

Before final words
Are found.
This was originally posted with the title  27 Poems
I was never quite happy with it, and it has been asking to be rewritten
ever since. LOL  yes my poems talk to me doesn't everyone's.
anyway the old one is still posted here at least for awhile if your interested
check it out and give your opinion between the two.
Thanks
this is now on my you tube channel
https://youtu.be/bB_2UbDAul8?feature=shared
Completely changed again I might add Lol
Dec 2024 · 168
The Crash
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
I remember that morning's kiss,
just a quick peck and you were gone.

Running late for work again,
we'd lain in bed too long.

I should have kept you there,
had I known I surely would.

But hindsight is perfect and looking back
does no good.

One moment longer had I kept you,
or one moment faster out the door.

These are the things
that will haunt
my mind for evermore.

Yes,

I remember that morning's kiss.

Just a quick peck.

And you were gone.
This poem was inspired by the song Last Kiss (the Pearl Jam version)
originally recorded by Wayne Cochran in 1961

This poem has been added to my you tube channel
https://youtu.be/FdticRdcVEA?feature=shared
I hope you'll check it out follow the link above or search @tsummerspoetry on you tube
I believe the music and recitation of the poem really adds to the emotion of it.
Thanks
Dec 2024 · 298
Our Song
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
I heard our song today,
Started to turn it off,
but decided to let it play.

Every line was a memory,
I tried to sing along.

I knew all the words by heart,
but my voice was gone.

When the chorus hit,
all I could see was your face.

Then the rhythm transported me to another place.
A happier time, when you were still mine.

It's been so **** long.
How can I not be fine?

How can that song get me every time?
That beautiful **** song,
Oh how I wished it would end.

Funny thing is,
when it finally did.

I wiped the tears from my eyes,
and as hard as I tried,

I couldn't stop myself
from playing it again.
I Cant Fight this Feeling Anymore-REO Speedwagon, that was our song. Lol
One of those songs I still can't turn off even when I hear it today.

Comment that one song that gets you below

This poem has been added to my you tube I hope you'll take a look
https://youtu.be/ms6fNDa7gA4?feature=shared  copy and paste link
or search @tsummerspoetry on you tube.
Thanks
Dec 2024 · 130
Being Together
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Being together is coffee in the morning.
Being together is a call at noon.

Being together is I love you,
be safe, I miss you, come home soon.

Being together is talking about the weather,
sharing secrets no other soul ever knew.

Being together is not saying anything,
and being comfortable doing that too.

Being together is a thousand intimacies
spoken only in each other's eyes.

Being together is a connection
even when we're far apart.

Being together is more
than being in each other's arms.

It's being in each other's hearts.
https://youtu.be/I9V29ff0Iag?feature=shared
This poem is available on my you tube channel please copy and paste the link
or search @tsummerspoetry on you tube.
thanks.
Dec 2024 · 245
Desert Sky(Star Voyager)
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
I am a Star Voyager though,
 I've never left the ground.

 Traveling through the Milky Way
without making a sound.

There is music here in the desert sky,
 the cicadas drone,
accompanied by,
The coyotes singing in the wind.

As I travel from star to star,
with eyes full of wonder.

The gaseous clouds of Orion
faintly visible here in the deep dark desert night.

While the Pleiades
shine like diamonds,
against a backdrop of swirling black velvet. 

The collected warmth
of the desert floor warms my bones
as the wind whips and dances.

The desert is a wonderful place to be alone,
but a hard, hard place to call home.

Come morning,
I'll abandon my Desert respite,
and rejoin the world of men.

But even though I must go,
I know I shall return.

And become a Star Voyager once again.
https://youtu.be/K17XFlegHzw?feature=shared
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Dec 2024 · 340
Last Christmas
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Snow falls softly,
as I stare out the window
into the silver moonlit night and think of you.

Ghosts of Christmas past haunt my memories.

Alone on Christmas Eve, are you?

My heart lies in sympathy,
but my mind knows the truth.

Tomorrow will be my last Christmas.

No presents, no carols, no feast.
Just one last day alone before I find release.

Merry Christmas I do wish you well.
Happy New Year too.

As for me.

Tonight I'll sleep forever,
it's over, It's done, I'm through.
I wrote this poem after reading an article about
depression and the holidays.
And how the suicide rate goes up every year during this time.
So if you know someone who's alone for the holidays or suffers from depression pay them a visit or a call it could make a bigger difference than you could possibly imagine.
And if your alone or depressed, don't be afraid to reach out for help.
call a friend or call the Suicide Prevention Hotline
(988) or 1-800-273-8255

So JAMESB left info in the comments for anyone in the UK in need of help.

If anybody else wants to add this type of info from their home country please feel free to do so in the comments.  Or message me directly and I'll add it here.
Dec 2024 · 450
While She Dances
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
She dances through my mind on a song,
Yet defined.
By words, to describe my love for her.

Let me strum another line,
Maybe a verse will come in time,
While she dances.

While she dances,
 and dances, 
to my wordless melody.

Her beauty it taunts me,
 and her smile it haunts me.

For my words could never flow,
as easily as she-
While she dances.

While she dances just for me,
it now becomes so clear to see.

I need no words, for she-
She,

Is the living lyric in this,
Lovers melody.
https://youtu.be/vbWVRJ2ClPk?feature=shared
This poem has been added to my You Tube channel
please pasted the link above or search @tsummerspoetry on you tube
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Dec 2024 · 210
My Generation
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
We don't need no education!
said every Gen X'er I know.

They should have said yes to
the education,
and no, to thought control.

We watch in exasperation as our,
World spins out of control.

We blame it on the boomers,
and they blame Millennials.

Why blame the children for the sins of their fathers.

While they shelter and cower,
in fear of the world they built.

It's time for you to live-
Or should I say die with your Guilt.

Trinity is near 80 years gone,
seems like everyone has a trigger for the bomb.

Let us all pray their addled brains,
or palsied fingers don't shake.

And blow up the whole ******* World,
By mistake!
Opening line from( Another brick in the Wall- Pink Floyd)
Title borrowed from the Who.
Poem was inspired by a poem Cloudydaze wrote entitled Thank You.
Dec 2024 · 379
Giving Up
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Giving up feels worse than dying.
But giving in,
Is falling, it's hurting, and crying,
at least you're trying.

Right?
At least you're trying?

Giving up feels worse than dying.
But this time,
Giving up is surviving.

Not growing, not living,
not thriving, just surviving.

Today I'm surviving.

I'm not giving in, not falling,
I'm hurting yes, and crying too.

Because today I had to give up.
Today, I gave up on you.

Giving up,
It feels like dying.

But I'll Survive.
Dec 2024 · 417
Bubble of Love
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
A force field surrounds us,
a bubble of love.
We roll and tumble inside.

Oblivious to the world beyond.
Our love is our guide.

Your body, a road map to my soul.
I meander the highways and byways.

The curves and valleys of your flesh,
A journey that seeks no end.

I'm lost and found in you.

Destined to travel forever
in your eyes.

Endlessly,
lovingly,
and truly,
lost in your eyes.
https://youtu.be/VemPIBPeewk?feature=shared
This poem has been added to my you tube channel copy and paste the link above.  Or search @tsummerspoetry on you tube.
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Dec 2024 · 165
Survival
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
She bowed before him and he struck her,
so she kneeled.
She kneeled before him and he kicked her,
so she lay.
She laid before him and he ***** her,
so she cried.
She cried before him so he cursed her,
and walked away.

But this was not the end,
it happened time and time again,
until one day she found the strength to rise.

She Rose from the floor,
crying and quaking,
She rose from the floor,
hurt and aching.
She rose from the floor,
scared and alone.

Alone but alive,
today she survived,
and tomorrow she will survive again.

And every day she survives,
every day that she's alive,

Is another day the monster didn't win.
Dec 2024 · 130
Salmon
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Sometimes life leads
Occasionally, we follow.

But today becomes yesterday
And quickly turns tomorrow. 

Time is fluid,
it always flows.

In the path of least resistance.

Always forward, never to return.

And so we swim,
like salmon up a river.

Trying to get back to some,
 something or other.

To a beginning not remembered.
To some end, to forever.

Back to that shallow pool of humanity,
only to flounder there and die.

Like the salmon,
who's life begins and ends in the same place.

Who knows how far we could go.

If we had only learned
  to go with the flow.
Feeling philosophical, or maybe just too many beers. lol
This has been added to my you tube channel
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Dec 2024 · 136
In My Head
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
In my head,
it seems, I'm in there everyday.

It used to be you in there,
but now you've gone away.

I thought when you left,
only my heart would break.

But it keeps beating,
It's more than I can take.

Pounding in my head,
as I mull all, all I should have said.

Yes, I'm in my head, 

Questions,
So many, I can't sleep.

Bang, Bang ,Bang
incessant pounding,
heart beat.

I can't sleep.

I'm in my head,
stuck in my head.

I can't sleep.

Questions,
Pounding,
heart beat,
you're gone,
can't sleep.

I'm In my head,
where you should be.

But it's just me,
just me,

Why am I alone?
All alone.

In my head.
Dec 2024 · 145
Hidden Love
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Stoic as a stone she stood
against the night.

Against the news,

Not allowing herself to cry,
No,
not before their prying eyes.

Out of sight.

Alone,

Only then did
she weep for him.

For her loss,
for the cost,
it exacted upon her soul.

She stood alone,
stoic against the night.

Against the news.

And no one ever knew.

She loved him.
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Dec 2024 · 185
Peregrine
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
The soupy morning fog
Blankets the rolling mountains
 In a translucent mask of
water Vapor and reflected light.

As the lone Peregrine circles High above,
somewhere Just south of Heaven.

Peering through the mist,
with Unrivaled eyes, and a predators heart.

The Dove preens his feathers unaware.

I stand on a cliff side the sole witness
to this spectacle of
life and death about to occur.

Both mesmerized and horrified,
as the falcon begins its dive.

It's over before the dove even knows it's begun.

As I stand overwhelmed
in a cascade of conflicting emotions.

Realizing I've learned a lesson today
but not knowing for sure What it was.
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Dec 2024 · 118
Late Night Ramblings
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
In a microscopic world
Am I an unseen God?

I wonder, am I prayed to?
I don't think so, do you?

I Only ask because,

In that microscopic world,
you must be a God too.

Right?

Or maybe I'm Dr. Suess,
like Horton hears a Who.

But I've never heard a Who, have you?

Not even Cindy Lou Who,
Who, is a great singer I've been told.

But I can't remember by Who.
maybe it was Bud or Lou,

or maybe the guy on first base.
What's his name?

No, What's on second!
I Don't Know.
Third Base.

Okay well, that's enough of that,

Anyway,
I have seen a red fish, 
but never a blue.

And as for a Cat in a Hat
absolutely,
I saw that.

It was on the internet.
just a little comedy to lighten up your evening.
thank you Dr. Suess, and Abbot and Costello, for the childhood memories.
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Dec 2024 · 159
What Kind of Heart
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
A heart of gold only shines in the sun.

A heart of stone warms no one.

A heart of glass is prone to break.

My heart without yours is too much to take.

My sad and lonely heart was broken and blue.

Until the day it was first loved by you.
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Dec 2024 · 75
Love Thoughts
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
A wordless message of love,
Soars from my heart on the wings of a dove.
Caressing the edge of Heaven,
releasing all that I have in my soul to give.
 May it settle like a blanket upon you My Love.
 Keeping you safe and warm.
 Until you're in my arms again.
Dec 2024 · 201
Lone Rider
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Some hearts they beat alone,
no rhythm to join in.

Lost to wander with no home,
adrift upon the wind.

Riding the wave of life,
a lone surfer on the tide.

A leather clad biker,
on a long and dusty ride.

Blazing toward the sunset,
towards tomorrow,
towards the end.

My heart beats all alone,
no other rhythm to join in.
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Dec 2024 · 552
Yesterdays Gone
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Today may shape tomorrow.
 But today, 
Cannot, change yesterday.

Today is short.

A wasted today
will soon be gone.

Another yesterday,
We can't change.

Live today with purpose,
with aspirations for tomorrow.

and there will be no more regrets,
 for yesterdays.
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Dec 2024 · 79
Why I Love You
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
W  atching you smile
H  olding you tight
Y  our all I need day or night
I  ntense, subtle, a
L  onging so deep
O  ver you, I'll never be
V  ibrant and Alive
E  loquent and Strong
Y  ou are my rhyme, my song.
O  nly you can touch my soul,
U  ndeniable.
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Dec 2024 · 191
Mask
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Behind a mask of smiles hides a child,
With eyes too blue to cry.

Behind the smiling mask,
the child wants to die.

But the child will live many long years,
through hurt and pain,
and hidden tears.

While the mask of smiles
hides the pain.

From those who might have cared.
Dec 2024 · 54
Blackberry Hot Chocolate
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Blackberry hot chocolate
My new favorite flavor.
Two things so different so good together.

A sweet indulgence,
Decadent,
like you and me baby.

A taste that lingers on my tongue.
leaves me wanting more.
Just a silly little thing that popped
into my head
Dec 2024 · 63
Poets Eyes
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Die hard the poet's heart
Dashed with great fury against the wall.

Cursing to the heavens,
for sense of it all.

To see the beauty in the blood
 as it drips thick droplets from the blade.

To see, same said beauty, 
from a child's tears upon the grave.

Curse to the heavens.
Dash my heart against the wall.

And **** my poet eyes,
for the beauties seen in all.
Sometimes it feels we see things we shouldn't
or write things we shouldn't write
but would we still be poets if we did that?
Should we still be poets if we did that?
Dec 2024 · 276
Star Dancer
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Dancing on the edge of a shining star she appears.
I move through darkness towards her,
 reaching out into the void, 
to touch her, 
to reach the unreachable. 

Fingertips play upon shadows where she used to be.

(As she dances)

Words reverberate back into my own ears, 

Did she hear?

Unclear.

 Visions of her blue eyes fill my mind.
Did she see?

I thought she smiled at me.

I awake to find it all a dream.
But I remember,
I can plainly see,

Her dancing away from me.
Dancing away,

Towards a star.
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Dec 2024 · 164
Ashes for Memories
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
As I sift through the ashes of our love
Surely it must have burned bright.

For there is no black among the ashes,
Nothing but coal white.

There are no pieces left to gather,
nothing that could reignite a flame.
 
I search for just one tiny ember,
but only memories remain.

And so I'll take these memories,
along with your name
and give them rhyme.

Reading them in the rhythm of my heart,
a love song in four/four time.

Jenny your love was deeper than the ocean.
It burned brighter than the stars in the sky.

Your Beauty shined upon me like the sun.
And now I'm left alone to wonder why.

This poem, is all I have for kindling,
to try and restart a spark in your heart.

When it's gone it's gone
no light will remain,

and I'll be all alone in the dark.
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Dec 2024 · 143
Being Six
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Being six
It seems like forever
can I even remember.

trucks and *****, and even sticks.
Sword fights, and finger guns.

How politically incorrect!

We ran so fast then,
with nowhere to run.

Tag your it, you hide I'll seek.
You better not peek!

Ready or not here I come!

Laughing loudly,
when you found someone. 

Then once again we'd run.
We ran like it was our job,
and our job was having fun.

Can you believe it?
Our job was having fun.

Oh God

it was great
Being Six.
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Dec 2024 · 156
Sky Watching
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Lying on my back in a field of gold,
 sky watching
as God's artwork unfolds.
Fluffy white pictures,
of animals, and faces,

intertwined lovers,
and magical places.
Flying on high,
oh how I wish, I could too.

Worlds they pass,
so slow, yet so fast,
it all shall be gone too soon.

I close my eyes and sigh,
as a tear escapes my eye.

 It all shall be gone,
 too soon.
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Dec 2024 · 147
Walking Away
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
I watch her walking away, 
body speaking in a way
 even a deaf man can understand.

My oh my ain't life grand. 

Swish Sway,
Swish Sway,

Her hips are fluent in every language,
And I desire to converse in every tongue.

She smiles back over her shoulder,
 laughter takes a hold of her.

Knowing fully well what she has done.

She blows me a kiss,
 turns down the volume of her hips.

 From a shout to just barely a whisper.

 And I smile because I know, 
even as I watch her go.

 She only makes them talk for me.
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Dec 2024 · 213
Your Body
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
Your body, on mine,
is like, morning sun
touching my face.
I close my eyes and
let the warmth of you
wash over me.
Wash over me,
cleanse me,
purifying my soul.
Your body, on mine,
makes me whole.
Your body, on mine,
is like the moons shine.
A radiance the night cannot hide.
bathed in light,
be it morning or night.
Your body, on mine
is my greatest delight.
Your body on, mine.
Oh how I love
your body,
on mine.
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Dec 2024 · 315
Clockwork Emotion
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
In the inner workings of my mind
a cog has slipped.
Things are turning at odd times.

Fast then slow, then fast again.

Lubrication running out,
frustrations setting in.

Memories escape me.
While wild machinations
fill my head.

Life and Death,
Pleasure and Pain.

Wait, I feel the cog has slipped again.

Life and Pain,
Death and Pleasure,

Is that right,
or is it the other?

Maybe it's neither,

maybe the cog is just broken.

In the inner workings of my mind I am insane.

Shhhh...........

Don't tell anyone.
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