"cancerian" poems
After having been raised and drilled into the ingrained wood
with the politeness of
"pardon?"
"excuse me?"
"come again?"
his calloused and critical "What!?"
brought out my cancerian nature
and shelled away my voice,
I breathed out a muddled/clumsy rendition
of my witty/quirky comment
and I instantly became aware that
my timid nature wasn't cute but cumbersome.
Apr 22, 2011
Apr 22, 2011 at 5:36 PM UTC
An orb of silver,
Shimmering in the sky
Reflecting the light
Of the sun we so adore.
Full of light at her end
She's a dime to behold
when she's in full bloom
And a smile to adore
When she is but a crescent
The words I use to describe her,
Will tell you how I feel.
How could I not be infectuated,
When she watched over my birth
When nobody else did.
She's was a shoulder to cry on
When nobody else was,
and was a subject to write about
When nobody else was.
So I write to her in vain,
And I sing about her in vain,
And think of her when I wake,
Cause I've tied her to my fate.
My efforts to get her attention,
Have all drowned out In vain...
Or atleast that's what I thought,
for what else could be,
When her silence is all i bought.
But You See today is the day,
She responds to my words
and my advances in kind...
You see I wanted her to smile
when her form was in full,
and Shine bright when it was not...
All signs of effections,
she could not achieve,
but with a lunar eclipse
There's an emotion she can express,
Just for me...
A sign, a reaction,
an emotion of effections
For her treasured cancerian.
When her cheeks blush a light red,
I'll know the reach of my words
To have touched a soul so far beyond
The reach of my own.
She will have said all she needs to,
And I'll rest fully assured,
knowing the love of my life,
had blushed at my birth.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 7:40 AM UTC
She's not looking for a fairy tale
No surprises to light her way
No showers of kisses on the face
All she asks, is for your time of the day
Your tenderness in a message
Your thoughts of her in a touch
Your love for her in a gaze
She is not asking for gifts
No need for anniversaries or fancy apologies
No reason for dinners and movies
All she asks, is for your time given freely
Your arms for safety
Your faith in her loving
Your happiness so she can be
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 8:11 AM UTC
Seventeen degrees outside, and you told yourself you weren't going to blissfully fall for the danger which knocked on your door last Thursday.
You fought the inevitable, and while eleven pm turned into rough kisses you told yourself "not him".
Because you knew deep down that he wasn't ready.
Eating up his advances like a delicious piece of cheesecake, you opened yourself up to him.
A month ago strangers, first time meeting turned into hours of alcohol induced conversations while you showed each other the music which made your souls tick.
Sleeping on the couch in the living room turned into sleeping in his bedroom and you laughed because everything fit together so easily.
His heart still guarded strongly between the protective distance he built to sway advances of any female he wasn't taking to bed.
But somehow you saw through the defenses, and **** around.
This cancerian writes a new love story each passing day.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
Hello old friend
peeking over dark horizons
& exposing those
ancient hiding places
My spirit rises with you
restless,
like the tide
I am homeless in my mind,
as safe sanity
slips
into your grip of
lunar lunacy
heralded in
by howling dogs
& ambulances
into the night
I love you over the ocean,
shimmering;
the white light
bed-spreading over me,
warming me &
my Cancerian mood
You will never be a blue moon to me,
sometimes
red, yellow, silver lined and occasionally,
eclipsing shades of black but
never blue
So big & bright
so full in the night
it's only a matter of time before
you're " Coca-Cola-ing"
across the sky
" Enjoy "
your space while you can
old friend, because
as old " Lucky Wilbury " once said
" these times,
they are a changing "
LPConvey
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC