"ralf" poems
Seeking a gentleman who gets lost in thoughts
Feels everything and holds onto nothing.
Bachelor must tolerate banjos, books, and bare-feet.
A writer is preferred, but not exclusively.
I'm seeking a companion who loves tea and coffee in the afternoons
Must be willing to gamble with the suggested shows on netflix
And suggested artists on pandora.
Bonus points if music moves him in directions he didn't know existed.
Seeking a gentleman whose heart is made entirely of love and passion
With a reasonable head
And an unapologetic twinkle in his eyes.
I warn you that I love sunburns and tank-tops
Rain makes me sad, and I own a blue Snuggie named Ralf.
I laugh too loud at lame jokes about muffins and bars
Cry desperately in movies
And am driven to push boundaries.
***** makes me loose
I'm terrified of fourteen-year-old girls and spiders.
And I consider 90 degrees to be jacket weather.
I'm seeking a gentleman with an empty hand and a full heart
That I can love with all that I have
Laugh with, cry with, dream with.
You can find me in the words on this page.
I'll be waiting.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
I'd love to play the piano really, really well
Or strum away on guitar
And sound like Ralf McTell
But I don't have the talent
And I don't really have the time
So I'll just sit here like I do
Making up a rhyme.
Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 12:18 PM UTC
Ahem.....................!
Ralf is a player, and sometimes he loves to play Ruff.
But tonight he was patient, because he was with a girl named Patience...
Ralf and Patience didn't speak the same language...but since Ralf got expirience; He understands a girls body language.
And he also understands that to get inside a girls body, he must first get inside her mind...
#If beer and child-support were the same price, would guys still buy it?
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
For once,
there can never be enough
filth
that will not be gone with a flick
of the wrist, and a little incantation.
Jest is not in the particle,
It is in the galaxies.
Ralf is not a man.
Leaf cries when he is ripped.
But, he will be found and noticed
By the flamenco dancers
Who reside inside
All of the rocks that might
Be outside in the pavement
As we sip mango ***** beverages.
It is the silliest of events.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC