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Jeff Gaines Mar 19
There was a place.
There was a time …
There, I stood … still unknowing
and everything seemed fine.

But there in that place …
at that moment in time …
the moment I saw the eyes,
I'd never believed I'd find.

Well, what could I say?
What could I do?
In a world filled with billions …
and there … was a you.

I'd always known you were out there …
even written of something amiss.
I never, ever stopped looking for you …
because my heart always said that you exist.

My breezy Fall became harshest Winter.
My crazy life left my health running out.
I'd resigned myself that our moment had passed …
but this moment … it removed all doubt.

Well, what could I say?
Tell me, what could I do?
There we stood, staring … alone … in a city of millions …
yes, there … there was a you.

Oh, that mistress fate, she is just so cruel.
Frustration, a curse to be mine.
   I'd searched for you my entire life …
but now … my clock … knows a limit of time.

You see, I would never venture a love with you,
while knowing I'd have to leave you … hurt and alone.
I could only admire from afar … stoic and aloof …
while turning my heart into stone.

Nothing I could ever say and nothing I could ever do …
But now, at long last … at least I finally knew.

There, you stood … green seas, gazing up … into skies of blue.
My long-awaited revelation … become sorrow-laced realization.
There really is … a you.
Imagine that, for most of your adult life, you have had this sense ... this feeling that there is someone out there that you are supposed to find. Someone you are supposed to connect with. You even write about it and have no clue what made you write these things.

You don't know why ... you don't know who ... and you surely don't know when. All you do know is that it has never left your psyche and that it has always carried this strange sense of urgency.

Now ... after 2 decades, you begin to think that you were just being silly and give up on the whole idea and laugh at yourself.
Then ... just as you have accepted that ...

YOU FIND HER.

It hits you like a ton of bricks ... you realize that the person standing before you, looking right into your eyes is THAT person!

And you realize that you are not only too far apart in age, but you also have to deal with the fact that you are terminally sick as well. Now you ponder if it was EVER supposed to be a romantic thing or that things are just fucked up askew in this timeline ... or perhaps ... it was to fulfill or realize something else in the timeline ...

Now ... ask yourself ... What would you do?

This writing became the basis for my experimental short story entitled:

"Somewhere ... Out There".

I launched it here at HP and could NOT believe the response ...
Everyone LOVED it and it got (at this writing) over 2500 views!
So humbled, SO honored by everyone's love.
Find it here:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2396540/thee-longest-piece-ever-uploaded-on-hello-poetry-as-far-as-i-know-i-doubt-youll-read-it-through/
Leonard Green Jul 2017
Hear ye, hear ye
hearken from the medieval times of old
where knights in the round once roamed
jousting with deeds fought in truth and honor
to protect the weak, the helpless, the oppressed
with an ideology lurking since the dawn of time
that all are born free, unshackled from contrived ordeals
only to soar high with the eagles to become one with the heavens
and bask in the glory of serving the frailty and holiness of mankind

Hear ye, hear ye
it’s Merlin conjuring a magical spell for the spirit
to behold, to marvel, new stages of self-enlightenment
where the essence of the King invades sleeping visions
possibly foretelling ominous events awaiting new missions
or predestined journeys one must endure to become so bold
in knowledge and wisdom offered, living in this world’s mold
not necessarily realized, instead shrouded with unimpeded urges
akin to the signs found in youth, immaturity, the close-minded

Hear ye, hear ye
the quest to sip from the Carpenter’s silver chalice
and taste charitable love for family, friends, and foes
where reckless pride and hatred are speared with the arrow
forged in devotion of a noble belief, tempered with selfless feats
where the sun rises and sets on the wicked actions of human nature
slaughtering the divine lights prematurely, locked within many souls
yet crusades against evil continues, no retreat, no regrets, no surrender
price to uphold the spirit of Camelot, payment in full, services rendered.
One should not fight because one wants to but one has to in order to protect life.  The taking of life should never be considered a good deed...a better way?  Change their minds...
NA Oct 2016
And after all these years,
She finally found the love she's been searching for...

She found it within herself
G Rog Rogers Oct 2017
Revolution
is a confiding smile
that reaches from
deep within the heart
An outstretched hand
up and out
to give a life forsaken
a new start

To seek and search
far beyond
and glimpse
a brightly shining path
Yet then to look behind
and back again
to be assured that all
will know the way

Rebellion
is a knowing look
a glance from eye to eye
A slight inflection
of radiant joy
in the tenor of a sigh

The quietly warm
and whispered word
with a gentle breeze of hope

Revolution is a beautifully
harmonious triumphant tune
that just won't leave
you alone

-R.

(06)
-TX
Rvsd.

©ASGP
Walking circles around the pit
up to our ankles, over our heads now and then.
In a safe place not always enthralling
nothing should last so long.
To stand outside other times
laid bare and cold.
The feel that this has always been
yet by temporary spaces.
Which can keep going?
Go around to find out
and come back around again.


© Derek Devereaux Smith 2015 - 2018
I followed the trails that she had left behind
I walked the trails religiously abide to it
My eyes set on her trails- I witnessed nothing beyond it.

There was no question of our destination
It was a journey- I stumbled, I fell, but I chased
I lived every season and survived it through
I pushed away every help- I wanted to rise as a hero
I made my stories down the path- practiced every word of my proposal

My heart ached, tears dropped, I chocked on my misery
Yet I crawled after her trails , in search of her

In hope I followed to hear her say :
"Don't follow the trails anymore.. walk next to me and together we create"
Chasing unrequited love becomes so difficult at times.
the october rose is wistful and reticent
our defenses dense like sediment and sentences
love descends like a fog
and we begin as quickly to depart
our dialogue takes many turns
from staunch to raunchy in a few minutes
there is no need to be concerned
its only in our heads
our needs no longer mean anything
love is lost in forms
amidst the storms of anger and rage
imprisoning our souls
dinosaur bones roam the earth
i went out in search of chrysanthemums
and instead i found you lying on the ground
making a pillow out of superconductive fungi
to test your theories of interconnectivity
what transpired cannot be spoken about
all my doubts vanished and the words that were spoken
resounded for days in my being
as if they echoed from within some part of me
that had always longed to hear them
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