"juliana" poems
*she dragged me out of the house
knowing i was feeling down
not allowing me to wallow
in my self pity,
she dressed me,
painted my face
fashioned my hair,
that’s my girl friend
at Juliana’s,
small family owned Italian restaurant,
a gem of a find, she said,
Lorenzo, greeted her with familiarity
(she leaves a memorable impression)
she introduced me as her bestie
with a twinkle in her eye
young (as all under 30 people are to me)
handsome, dark thick curly haired,
with dancing eyes,
a serving towel over his left arm
nodded with a genuine smile
i smiled back despite my mood
wine was swirled, smelled,
sampled and selected
a captivating performance,
executed expertly
she watched me
watching him
describe the specials
with a melodic Italian accent
transforming my mood
garlic knots wafting with his stride,
placed on the table
with a small bowl of marinara sauce
still hovering
in his long lean fingers
it slipped,
splattering red stain
on the pristine white cloth
without skipping a beat
his eyes poured into mine
words emerged
“forgive me, your beauty made me nervous”*
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC
"I am sorry,we cant be as one,
My people wont except you" said Alexander the third
"You'll be in my heart,always and forever more" said Juliana
Both were crippled of their heart broken
Two people desired to be together
But cannot because of their rival kingdoms
The heart chooses what it wants,not the people
When they went public of their love
Both kings decided to have their heads
But the people can understand their love,
it seemed like from the heavens,the kings saw that
the people decided to have the kings heads instead
The people decided to crown
Alexander the third and Juliana
For showing compassion and,and having
A true heart
Like a real king and queen should have
Sep 4, 2011
Sep 4, 2011 at 12:28 PM UTC
Juliana Suffered tremendously,
She believed,
And deserted her tradition,
To walk with Jesus,
But God neglected her,
And failed to save her,
She died in pain,
A few days later,
Christinah started suffering,
Our other sister,
She suffered,
Every second of every day,
And those who believed prayed,
Not again Lord,
But again he descended on us,
Like he had a grudge,
And robbed us,
Of our friend,
Entertainer and our everything,
A God,
Who is meant to save,
And not to destroy,
We were still in mourning,
And he slapped us, in the process,
They may believe what they want,
But God is a devil.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC