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Todd Sommerville Nov 2024
Wishful eternal sphere formed by emotion
Where shatters come together in love
A new day whispers promises of hope and dreams reborn
As cloudy purple skies dissipate against receding storms
New life blossoms into a new dawn.
I tried to incorporate all the suggestions I received in the comments, please forgive the liberties I took in piecing this all together.
Thank you all for participating and please tell me what you think below.
I used to be a fool,
thinking I could live on love.

But it seems you need some Dinero, 
If you wanna rise above. 

Silk suits and Bentleys 
don't grow on trees. 

And the ladies always prefer
The guys with the money.

Now I ain't sayin she's a Golddigger,
But Kayne said it best, 
She ain't messin with no broke N---a's.

He said it not me, 
So cut me some slack,
let's finish the story.

I used to believe
I could live on love.

I used to believe, 
Love is all you need.

Lennon said, That Baby!

I used to believe I could live on love.

But then I met you!

I used to believe, 
I could live on love.

But now!

Now I know!

"Baby it's True!!!"
(Just a fool Living on Love)
Thanks for the title Anais.
I went for a walk today
in search of poetry.

A little inspiration
in something I might see.

It wasn't a particularly beautiful day, 
Cloudy and a bit cold.

But from time to time 
the clouds would part, 
and wash the world in gold.

It wasn't quite mesmerizing 
still no poetry came to me.

So I decided to take a load off,
and parked myself beneath a tree.

I just sat there for a while, 
to see what I could see.

And what struck me most 
was that there was no one,
not a soul around but me.

Well, that's not exactly true.

There were a couple birds up in this tree,
but they were busy doing bird things,
not at all concerned with me.

And a squirrel up on a power line, 
also without a care,
as far as I could see.

And in that very moment 
a poem came to me.

But I did not write it down,
I just enjoyed my time under that tree.

I'll save the poem for later,
because I'm living the poetry.
The world is a big beautiful place if we take a moment to unplug,
unwind, and just allow our minds to take a break for a little while.
checkout the video for this on my you tube channel

www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
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.
This poem is also on my you tube channel
search @tsummerspoetry on you tube
Thanks
Don't look for love
it's the worst thing you can do.

It stresses you out, 
and makes you feel blue.

Makes you question everything
you thought you knew.

Question your looks, your attitude,
charm, compassion, intelligence.

You'll always be searching for answers,
Forever on the defense.

Looking for love,
is just too hard to do.

So just stop looking,
forget about love!

And when you do,
when you discover you're comfortable
just being you.

That's the time that love
will take your breath away.

It will come and hit you,
right out of the blue.

So stop looking for love!

When you're ready, 
When the time is right.

Love will suddenly,
and undeniably find you.
So yes this is So Super Cheesy!!!
But it's also So True!!!
Todd Sommerville Nov 2024
Hot skin on cool sheet

love breathes between kisses.

Limbs twist and tangle

moving towards a culmination of the physical

guided by the spiritual.

Love breathes between kisses.

Love breathes between lovers.

Love breathes

  you are the breath in me.
https://youtu.be/DnFA-3lQV9I?feature=shared
this poem has now been added to my you tube channel copy and paste the link above or search @tsummerspoetry on you tube.
Thanks.
My desire for you has not faded
My love continues to grow.

Someday when the time is right
Our hearts will give love a home.

Together we will walk in our garden
feeling the sunshine caressing our face.

And we will feel joy in knowing
it was our love that built this place.

A house is just a building
of wood and brick and stone.

But the love of two souls joined together
is what makes a house a home.
now available as a video on my you tube channel please check it out like and subscribe thanks.

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True love is everlasting,
not even death can take it away.

True love will always linger,
even if another takes its place.

For in the heart and memories,
it will always hold a space.

So do not grieve forever,
a passing true love.

They carried your love
with them until the end.

So try not to guilt yourself so deeply,
When grief's grip starts to release thee.

And feelings of love begin to
find you once again.
I've seen people consumed with grief to the point
that their continued existence destroys them
And I can't help but think this is not what their love
would have wanted for them.
And that's the message I was trying to convey here.

https://youtu.be/hXCWZBj1Ov4?feature=shared
or www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry

for the video version
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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I need no light to know
that you are smiling.
Your hands in mine,
together in the dark.

I need no light to see
the beauty in your face,
it's locked forever in
the memory of my heart.

I need no light to guide my touch,
nor taste, nor smell,
no light to guide me within
all the treasures that are you.

I need no light.

It is merely icing on the cake,
as we make love
through the night,
into the sun break.
This has been posted to my you tube channel check it out
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You know that I love you,
but I wish I could live you.

Experience the world like you do.

To touch it, with your delicate fingers.
To see it through your eyes so blue.

How different would our love feel
if I could live that love as you.

To feel our passionate kisses 
through your soft and tender lips.
Or the feel of what it feels like.
when you do that thing-
You know.
the one that makes me flip!

Yes Baby I wish that I could live you,
if only for a moment or two.

So I could feel your love for me,
the way I feel my love for you.
So I text my baby "I Love You" earlier and her response came back
"I live You too." an obvious typo but it inspired this poem.
I hope you like it.
checkout the video
https://youtu.be/NZdSwo2UKLY?feature=shared
or
www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
I fell in love with a mountain,
I worshipped her from afar.

She drew me in closer
I slept in her arms.

Gazing up into her treetops
Sleeping beneath God's stars.

The Milky Way is just a halo
My mountain wears at night.

The valley sleeps in her shadow
securely without fright.

Her protections all around.

No place on earth
I'd rather be than here.

Listening to the wind,
whistling through the air.

The smell of earth and pine
the mountain breathes,
for me to hear.

Yes, I fell in love with
a mountain, and she
doesn't even know I'm here.

She just stands in
Quiet majesty
without a care.

And in her stoic indifference
I stare up at her,

and I swear, it makes
me love her even more.
If you know, You know!
Please checkout the video for this poem on my you tube channel

https://youtu.be/gtWAsUKbh9Y?feature=shared
or search
@tsummerspoetry
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.
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.
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.
So the stock market crashed again
Boomer's bankrolls run dry.

Can't retire this year
can't afford to die.

They say it's only temporary
in the long run we will thrive.

But what if your long run is coming to an end.

After fifty years of hard work 
they say just begin again.

**** it up, be a man, take one for the team.

Take your SS check and move to the Philippines, 
Or maybe Tijuana where you can still afford to live.

We don't need your *** in the USA 
once you've given all you've got to give.

Self deportation may be your answer
to inflation,
Go live with the Latinos you so love to hate.

Your lifetime of savings
is such a small price to pay.

After All, it's gonna
Make America Great!!!
Opinions are like A**holes everybody's got one!
This is mine if you disagree that is your absolute right to do so!
Just as it's mine to express
Thanks for reading.
Man for Sale

Man for sale slightly bruised and battered,
but still performs fairly well
in all the things that matter. 

He's a daily driver he never fails to start,
paints a little faded, but not falling apart.

He's never been a model that will turn a lot of heads,
his selling point has always been comfort,
and reliability instead.

So hop in turn the key,
take him for a spin.

He'll get you where you need to go
and safely back again.

The price is right,
practically free,
I'll even throw in a money back guarantee.

He's a certified pre-owned classic,
they no longer make them like this.

But this is not a handshake deal,
it must be sealed with a kiss.
Another one from the vaults thought it held up fairly well.

just posted to my you tube channel check it out.
www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
thanks
Sometimes I write poetry
most times it writes me.

Showing me things 
I need to see.

Things I need to acknowledge
to be a better man.

Not to change the world, 
but to change what I can.

Most often times
it's a change in me,
A reflection of a man 
I don't want to see.

Sometimes I write poetry,
most times it writes me.

And the more that I write
the more I'll like what I see.

And maybe someday
if I write well enough,

The man in the mirror
will smile back at me.
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.
Todd Sommerville Nov 2024
My words, they have no meaning
On deaf ears they fall.
Torn straight from my heart, still their nothing, not a thing,
Not a thing at all.
You don't believe my love, my pain, or my rage.
They're all just words, sometimes clever, but still just empty words upon a page.
How do I change your perception?
Become more than just the pusher of a pen.
A thousand times I've tried, through oh so many rhymes still here we are,
Here we are again.
Just words falling upon deaf ears.
https://youtu.be/QgFx17oI890?feature=shared
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Thanks
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A bottle of melancholy
And a memory of you

Jukebox playing songs
We used to dance to

Filled up with quarters
Melodies, masking tears

Another round to wash
Those memories down

Another round to
While away the years

Another dollar in the
Jukebox, play it till the
**** thing breaks

Another bottle of Melancholy
to drown away this heartache.

Li  La  Li--   Li  La  Li  Li  Li  La Li--
Baby Li Li Li....
Ok so I take almost no credit for this one.
The phrase (Bottle of Melancholy) was given to me by a
Phenomenal young poet named
(Abbot J Hardison) right here on H.P. Thank you Sir!
and the rhythm at the end is from
(Whiskey Lullaby) by Brad Paisley and Allison Krauss.
What little bit of poem there is was assembled by me at 4am this morning.
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.
Todd Sommerville Nov 2024
My love is not dependent on return
My love never needed to be learned
Nuances have been molded
sculpted, and refined
But the love,My Love
The very core of it
Is blind.
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
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.
Todd Sommerville Nov 2024
Rains fall on panes of blue

walking lonely streets, memories of you

Down pours disguise watering eyes

there are no tears under crying skies

Opening heavens, rain falls like hell.

Calm washes over this fool

and I smile

for there are no tears in the rain
https://youtu.be/mZzpXuU_TvU?feature=shared
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Todd Sommerville Nov 2024
In a lonely darkened pit I wander,
some might call it hell
but it's far too familiar
every texture, every smell.

It's been with me for so long
I choose to call it home
this cold and lonely labyrinth
of desperation that I roam.

Searching in vain for my true love fair

Crying out her name hoping she'll be there,
but only the wind will answer
echoing her name,

taunting me and haunting me
is it all just a dream.

An opioid delusion as a field of poppies I cross.

Breathing in a fragrance nearly as intoxicating as her,
down the rabbit hole I tumble
everything becomes a blur.

Alice sweet Alice
won't you please come home.

This is no wonderland since you've gone.
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In silence we embrace
cheek to cheek,
Face to face.

Two souls join as one, no words spoken.

Hearts beating together,
not in unison, but one then the other.

The push and pull of love,
not the tension of lovers.

The warmth of embrace,
cheek to cheek, face to face.

A moment shared,
a feeling, a believing.

Cheek to cheek, face to face,
Two souls join as one,
no words spoken.
No words needed.
So this has been added to my you tube channel the video turned out very well I hope you'll take the time to check it out.

WWW.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
Thanks.
Todd Sommerville Nov 2024
The Ocean kisses the shore
with a never ending love for her.
Sometimes gently,
Sometimes in a passionate rage.
But always with a knowing
that he must return to her,
for she is the beginning
and the ending of him.
And only she
in her steadfastness
can calm his
agitated soul.
https://youtu.be/kefbuQgsg-o?feature=shared
This was just posted on my you tube channel copy and paste the link if you'd like to support, or simply search Todd Summers Poetry on you tube.
Todd Sommerville Nov 2024
The wind buffets against me and I feel free
drying the sweat from the blazing sun.
Across the desert I run, the rumble of the road
radiates up through my soul and lifts me,
somewhere above myself.
Looking down at the lone rider, the sole survivor
at least it feels that way to me.
I roll the power on, faster and faster I run
barren landscapes all around.
But you can't outrun the desert son,
It seems god speaks to me so I smile
and slow down.
https://youtu.be/N9Ec3K-jDx0?feature=shared  This poem has been added to my you tube channel if anyone is interested your support is greatly appreciated
timer set and go.
lets do this off the cuff,
on the fly, enoughs a nuff.
5 minutes to get r done, oh **** 2 minutes gone.
how much poetry can we write off
the cuff.
Sunrises, sunsets, ladies eyes i'll never forget.
picking and choosing as time flys by
1 minute left I sigh.
this poem comes to a close with one last
I love you before I go
time.
So I set the stopwatch for 5 minutes and started writing
with no pre thought other than the title this is the end result of this experiment.
Not asking for likes this is pure crap just suggesting you give it a try.
Thanks.
Sun breaks over the lake
Waking me from my dreams.

Haze thick upon the water
Silent, surreal, calming, serene.

Hard to explain,
waking up alone in nature.

When I was younger, I wanted friends all around.

Bright lights, big cities,
laughter and music abound.

But now I take things slower,
moments not needing to share.

A misty morning sunrise,
Coffee in a kettle,
wood smoke in the air.

Just me and my memories,
moments without a care.

I know I can't stay,
soon I'll have to pack up and leave.

But right here, right now,
It's just God, Nature, and Me.
Learning to be comfortable all alone
with nothing but your thoughts is a hard lesson to learn.
I love my family and friends but it's great to get away from everyone
and everything sometimes.
here is the video link for this poem check it out on my you tube channel

https://youtu.be/0rUzFSF1Zqc?feature=shared

or search you tube @tsummerspoetry
I sit and watch the world spin round 
glad I'm no longer in the fray.

Time has quietly passed me by 
as day bleeds into day.
The night it moves much slower.
My mind always fast awake, 
sleep is often hard to find
before the day's break.

Vampiric nights and exhausted days
swirl and turn inside a yellow haze.

This is my life now!

I sit and watch the world spin round
wishing I was still in the fray.

Longing to feel the sun on my face
and frolic away my days.

This is my life now.

Is this my life now!?

It's been a long winter,
It's always worse in the winter.
Getting older brings about a lot of changes
We never thought about when we were younger.
Maybe we just didn't have the time.
Old People Love 
that's what we have now you see.

That kind of love where we fuss and grumble
but would never think to leave.

Where we shake our heads at each other,
and laugh and talk about the weather.
Telling the same old stories,
of all our years together.

It's hard to tell sometimes where you stop
and I begin.
I've given up on that riddle,
Really, there is no way I can win.

After 40 years, together
We're not just lovers, but best friends.

So I overlook the Lipstick on my coffee cup,
and you stealing fries from my plate.

While you pick at your spinach salad, 
and worry about your weight.

Telling me I need to hurry up,
when you always end up running late.

You tell me I'm no better 
when I forget to take out the trash.

Or you catch me hiding cookies 
in what I thought was my secret stash.

Yes, we have that old people love,
It seems we know each other too well.

And even though we joke and tease.
Seriously, It's been Hell!!!    LOL

Only kidding My Love!
I wouldn't change a thing,
I'm even happier today, 
than when I gave you that ring.

That's Old People Love.
The kind of love I hope we all have someday.
now available on my you tube channel

www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry
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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
Todd Sommerville Nov 2024
Kisses short and sweet.
Kisses long and deep.
Of all the Kisses I have known, I long for yours and yours alone.
You're January I'm December, opposites yet close together.
Your thoughtful analizations,
My dreams without hesitation.
Your emotional stability.
My artistic insanity.
Your whisper to my shout, my bass to your treble.
If I'm the words then you're the song.
So take my hand and sing along.
Because the music's always better,
when we play together.
I'm a Sagittarius she's a Capricorn.
The stars say we're opposites and can't work and it's true,
but somehow we do.
Because Capricorns to grounded to believe it and Sagittarius is to aloof to care. LOL
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
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or search @tsummerspoetry on you tube.
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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.
This is what you get from watching the Discovery Channel
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Todd Sommerville Nov 2024
In his arrogance, he promised her the World

In his defeat, all he could afford her was his heart

In reality, his heart was all she ever wanted

It meant the World to her
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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.
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?
I knew I loved you the day I saw you
although I never said it.

Through all the years that passed my dear
I never did forget it.

So quick I was when again we met
that you couldn't quite believe it.

Your broken jaded heart,
wasn't able to conceive it.

Too many use words
to get what they desire,
To many use words
just to fan the fire.

Make him walk a mile
or maybe two or three,
will he cross the desert for your love?

Will he cross the sea?

When you've answered yes
and you know his love is true,
give him back all your love
like only a woman can do.

Love him hard and love him long
for his is a love that's true.
So this poem probably needs a little context
there was a girl that I was crazy about when I was 17.
I never told her because she was dating a friend of mine.
35 years later we finally hooked up.
8 years later we are still together.
Video reading on You Tube check it out.

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Infrared to ultraviolet
and every color in between
every hue that is you,
is longing to be seen.

You're like a rainbow of love,
In all its prismatic splendor.

Those ruby red lips,
so soft and tender.

In your emerald green eyes
my heart begs surrender.

Your golden hair flows,
down over sweet cinnamon skin.

Towards rose colored treasures
hidden deep within.

You're a rainbow of colors,
vibrant and bold,
Pastels of passion,
for my eyes to behold.

A Rainbow of love
even more precious than gold.

(HELL! To Be Honest)

You're like Skittles Baby!
And I wanna taste the Rainbow!
To be honest this poem was giving me fits.
I couldn't figure out how to end it, so I just decided
to have a little fun with the last lines.
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My reflection in a lake
seems so much more real to me.

So much beneath the surface
that no one ever sees.

But what is the reality,
Which one is real?

The Reflection you see,
or what lies beneath!
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.

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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
This poem is included in another poem I wrote called (Sometimes it Rains)
you can find it on my you tube channel here

https://youtu.be/kihb_vuLMXw?feature=shared

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This Romeo is bleeding
Lying here fast awake.

Juliets long gone,
Your suicide didn't take.

Now youth has passed
You by.

No longer a young
Girl's dream.

Not a tragic love story.

Just a tragedy in life,
it now seems.
So obviously this was inspired by the Bonjovi song Always.
It seems I'm inspired by music quite often, that opening line has been in the back of my mind since I first heard it in 1994. LOL
So if music is poetry, which I believe it is, then is a poem inspired by a song
an act of plagiarism? Or is it just a variation of inspiration on a theme???
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
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When I saw your face I knew
I'd love you till the end.

Even though we parted
We came back around again.

Half a lifetime has passed us by
still nothing has changed.

You're still that same sweet girl,
Who has lingered in my brain.

Smiles filled with sunshine,
wind wild in your hair,
eyes of blue still beacon me come here!

Many lovers have passed,
still my feelings have never waned.

You're still the same sweet girl
I fell in love with.

The one that I will love until the end.
Forty Years has only made me love here more.
To My Valentine

You're not just the girl for me,
You're the world to me.

My first good morning,
my last goodnight.

When You're in my arms,
everything feels right.

The sound of you sleeping soothes My soul.

The warmth of your touch makes me feel whole.

Lying here in my arms,
the kiss of your lips,
the smell of your skin,
the curve of your hips,
in those moments the world disappears.

In those moments,
all that I hear
is two hearts beating.

Saying love is here.
Write me a poem for Valentine's Day!
If your a poet,
You know that's what She'll say.
So writers block be ******,
My dues must be paid,
To that arrow slinging Cherub,
If I have any hopes to get laid!!!

Happy Valentine's Day
to my fellow poets!
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