"sharin" poems
You and I...
or am I just dreamin'-
I'm not sure-
This...
is far too good,
too real,
to ever
end!
Oh no...
don't wake me
if I'm dreamin'-
Come back here with me...
Come back to bed...
Lay right here beside me...
Come Back Into My
Dreams!
You and I...
we're outdoors in the country-
surrounded by trees-
green grass all around us-
star-filled sky-
night sounds
fill the quietness;
frogs croakin',
crickets chirpin',
babblin' brook
cascadin' into a waterfall
splashin' into a pond-
Come back here with me...
Come back to bed...
Lay right here beside me...
Come Back Into My
Dreams!
You and I...
makin' plans
for our tomorrow's
together-
talkin' of our
dreams-
holdin' hands-
sharin' passionate
kisses-
Lovin' this night...
this moment-
right here-
right now-
locked forever
in my heart-
Come back here with me...
Come back to bed...
Lay right here beside me...
Come Back Into My
Dreams!
You and I...
cuddlin'-
cocooned in a blanket
after our love makin'-
a fire blazin' in the pit-
illuminatin' us with it's
glow-
each of us
as satisfied
as the other,
feelin' fully spent-
snugglin' together,
as we close
our eyes-
the dawn just peakin'-
greetin' us
with a new day-
Come back here with me...
Come back to bed...
Lay right here beside me...
Come Back Into My
Dreams!
You and I...
or am I just dreamin'?
Wait...
I'm alone-
you've already
left-
had an earlier start
to the day-
sun is shinin' through
our open window-
illuminatin' me with it's
rays-
night sounds?
Oh no...
it's my alarm clock-
I'm runnin' late again!
Come back here with me...
Come back to bed...
Lay right here beside me...
Come Back Into My
Dreams!
You and I...
or am I just dreamin'-
Come Back Into My
Dreams!
2008
COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
Baby, oh Baby,
I wanna be there!
I wish I was
The One
laying beside you-
The One
you'd be holdin'
and cuddlin'
in your arms...
I wanna be there!
Oh Baby, oh,
I wanna be there!
I know I'd love to be
the woman
beside you
sharin' our bed.
I wanna be there!
I wanna be there!
Instead; Baby,
I am here-
rockin' myself
to sleep,
with a lonesome
lullaby-
for the lonely
hearts!
Baby, I wanna be there!
Baby, I wanna be there!
Just...
to have you
holdin' me close!
You and I
makin' love
together!
And then,
us cuddlin' one another
in the after-glow
of our love makin'!
I wanna be there, Baby!
I wanna be there!
I wanna be...
There!
Baby, I wanna be...
Oh Baby, I wanna be...
There!
I wanna be there!
Instead; Baby,
I am here-
rockin' myself
to sleep
with a lonesome
lullaby-
for the lonely
hearts!
Baby, I wanna be there!
Baby, baby,
I wanna be there!
But now...
I'm always at wonder;
'Is she in your
arms tonight?'
"Did you give her
the lovin'
I want to have
as mine?'
'Are you cuddlin' her
as I long to be
holdin' you?'
Baby, I wanna be there!
I wanna be there!
but I'm here-
Alone!
I wanna be there
with you!
Oh Baby, I wanna be...
I wanna be there!
Instead, Baby,
I am here-
rockin' myself
to sleep,
with a lonesome
lullaby-
for the lonely
hearts!
Baby, I wanna be there!
My Baby, oh
I wanna be there!
I've never had anyone
to really count on-
I'm tired of feelin'
so alone!
Of always bein' last...
I wanna be first!
I wanna be there!
I wanna be there!
I wanna be...
There!
Oh, I wanna be...
Oh Baby, I wanna be...
There!
I wanna be there!
Instead; Baby,
I'm here-
rockin' myself
to sleep,
with a lonesome
lullaby-
for the lonely
hearts!
Baby, I wanna be there!
I wanna be there!
Holdin' you
as you'll be
a'holdin' me-
I wanna be there!
I wanna be there!
Baby, I wanna be...
Oh Baby, I just wanna be...
There! (whispered)
2007
COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
Two-sides, one mind, it isn’t easy to think.
Don’t blink but lip sync the lies fed from your shrink
The missin’ link is tied to the rails of our genes
Tinker with the braille when you rip apart the seams
I’ve seen kingdom come but it's visits are brief
Pay mind to the thief, small talk isn’t cheap
I keep to myself and that man in the mirror
Sharin’ one stare, my character is clear
The gears are still spinnin’ jenny, well enough
Peers leave in a feedin’ frenzy call it tough love
When push comes to shove we rid our resistance
Flexin’ up the shell, tryin’ to counter inhibitions like...
Flight or fight, it's a rite of passage
so you better be able to manage
Flight or fight, it's a rite of passage
so you better get those loose ends fastened
Just give me a second to make my amends
Anchor it down, bound it by fisher’s bend
Let’s pretend that your “friends” are backin’ you up
But the sum of one sums up your lack of trust
Yup, don’t dilly-dally, tally up some bums
If yah in the blind alley at the end of the run
Well you better have a pair of iron giant lungs
For if and when the worst is yet to come
Flight or fight, it's a rite of passage
so you better go and grab a bandage
Flight or fight, it's a rite of passage
so tell me what the damage is kid
© Matthew Harlovic
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
Three gilded gifts
Shimmering in rays
Corn silk hair dancing
Arms wrap and
Fingers graze
Giggle harmonies
Dip and swirl
Maternal mantra:
Hate this
Love that
One boy
A girl
And a girl
Two souls adrift
Firelight glance
A love spurious
Yet sincere
Picket fence and
Living room dance
The Void
The Great Elephant
Her fist
To his chest
Children from window
See her testament
Hundreds of folk
Gather in droves
By tongue
Garner community
Elitist *******
You burn like stove
Wooed by dark whisper
She surrenders to fear
The demon of cult
Death kisser
One man
In a room barren
He sees
No boy
Nor girl
Or girl
Drug into a life
Without sharin’
Birthdays
Are dagger days
Loss
A neck-roped anvil
Recalling fingers
In hair of
Maize
Aug 17, 2022
Aug 17, 2022 at 9:35 AM UTC
I wish that you believed in love, so then maybe you could see the love I have to give. Like a trap star, I got so much I sell the **** But nobody wants it, all having been scorned by the one before. So I'm sellin mine in bulk at a discounted rate- lacking conversation and maybe a second date. Always only half invested, I keep having to get myself tested to see if something's love or lust, and always saying "In God I trust" but trust less in the dollar bills that are leaving people unfulfilled like a bad trip on a half *** stash. Like a ****** out of rehab, you swore off love because her lies tied the belt around your arm as her breath fueled the fire of her kisses that cooked and were injected into you veins, that was the only pain you knew of love. Left strung out on the bathroom floor your hopes and dreams went down the drain along with your hope that you'd get another hit of her. Her love was your drug and it turned into addiction- a daily procedure, she'd tell you lies of pride and leave you alone to seizure. You checked yourself in to the nearest center for rehabilitation and you made gettin clean your obligation..
I'm sitting here wondering if there's any hope for a relapse cause you've seemed to have swept off my feet and I'm standing on my kneecaps. I'm not saying I want you to fall back to the track of what backtracked you, but the feeling that comes when something you're in is the truth. I want to be your natural high. Trippin off life and all the little things. Let me hold your hand so can feel the beat of my heart pulsing through your veins. I don't wanna make you blind, I just want to open your heart so you don't see the end before the **** ever starts. That was my problem too, but I had to live in the moment. I knew that they'd be gone, I just couldn't have shown it. I just want to make you breathless, remove your fear like articles of clothing and shed this...
They say if you want to stay alive, don't get high on your own supply... unless of course you sharin- that's better, then you can get high together. John Legend said we on cloud 9 together. Let my kiss send you to another place while my hair that falls around you is the only way to find your way back. Lay me on my back and rest your head on my chest and exhale your stress. I'll inhale the lies and believe me when I tell you "everything's going to be aright". Everything's going to be alright.
Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 6:54 PM UTC
If you are lacking capital,
You won't show on the map at all,
You wont show on radar as little green blips,
If your bank account can't furnish means for a tip,
In a Washington lobby, to fund a campaign, so
Now the youth have a future, in sutures and maimed,
By a financial beast, that just cannot be tamed, and
It's fed by the folks who are riggin' the game,
A small, opulent group of the fiscal insane,
The ones who observe them have given them names,
They're the "oligarchs," they're the "robber barons"
They're the "plutocrats," and they don't like sharin'
You can speak of reform, but they'll tell you to spare 'em, as
You watch, in bewilderment, grimaced and glarin,' as
They profit off health care, off oil stocks, and banks, and
Control public discourse, with PR think tanks, cause
They own all the media, feedin ya lies, that
Are dressed up as facts, in a clever disguise, so
At propaganda, "take a proper gander," then
Stand and unite, as change demanders!
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
The other day I phoned a friend, I shan't be usin' names
"Not alright, I tell ya, Gee, my eyeball's shootin' flames!"
"Owie! Owie! Owie! Oh!, Chiliman I like ya so
do tell me what has happened though I know you will be well"
"While chopping jalapenos without the proper guise
I washed my hands both 'fore and aft' but much to my demise
I went to pop my contact in and soon would realize
a flaming side of poppers and a sizzling batch of fries!"
Well I knew he wasn't faking and it took me by surprise
that my heart was feeling something which I couldn't minimize
he must have sensed me crying, guess it opened up his eyes...........
(that awkward length of silence which one-sided love implies)
and sensing he could break me down, I felt I must disguise
so I layered up and told him, "I've got onions in my eyes!"
"Woe is you and oh so woe, Gee girl how I like you so
tell me what has happened though I know you will be well."
"While chopping up the onions without the proper guise
I washed my hands before and aft' but much to my demise
can't blame me now for hoping we could do without the lies
But I'm just a bloomin' onion and I need to guard my...eyes."
And with the sharin' of the troubles and the things that caused us pain
there's comfort in the knowing, for what else have we to gain?
But if I lose you then tomorrow, because today I have been real
Best I learned another thing, to hold back what I feel.
And when everything which must be added is put in the Chili-man's crock
a five-to-one hand wash of water and bleach is best to avoid pepper shock.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
Paul was the fourth to appear,
Wielding a pole-arm he'd made from,
Fallen spears modified to remove,
Deceit from naked steel, given new clothes,
Of black and red.
Traveled four nights and sixteen hours,
To Sharin's trust, a place inhabited by craftsmen,
Blacksmiths of good report.
Fashioned him a weapon of last resort.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
Misplacin’ entitlement,
bannin’ visitation
Crime ridden, broken windows,
lack of education
Survive the death of the soul,
a sole survivin’ nation
Shatterin’ family cores
and forcin’ new displacement
Wanderin’ hand is a force
we simply can’t escape from
Evil is bought and endorsed
through coded conversation
Don’t be afraid to show emotion
when you least expect it
It’s simply proof of your devotion
doubt is intercepted
Minutes turn to hours
as I savor every part of you
Sharin’ in the power
doin’ favors just to start anew
Demons fly to start a feud
Easy just to call a truce
“Betray your excellence and
your defeat will surely follow suit!”
So keep your head up
Don’t you let up ’cause the city beckons
The hourglass has been broken
as hours turn to seconds
Just let it bleed
and cut the ties that are bindin’
Feel the size of the lapse and write
’til your thoughts are unwindin’
Lace your mind with your talent
watch how the synthesis rises
Paint the ink with your truth –
the one that your demon despises
Start your count from eleven, writer
It’s down to the wire
Final hour requires shunnin’
your pain to the fire!
(Crack the hourglass!)
Never take for granted a single minute
(Crack the hourglass!)
Spend your days ascendin’ beyond your limits
(Crack the hourglass!)
Don’t let a single second go to waste
Invest in your expression
Believe in yourself and keep the pace.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 8:51 PM UTC
been listn’n to poets
for ten or twelve weeks
ten or twelve weeks
ten or twelve weeks
been listn’n to poets
to hear what they speak
hear what they speak
hear what they speak
been listn’n to lovers
as they open their hearts
open their hearts
open their hearts
been hearin’ the hatred
that tears us apart
tears us apart
tears us apart
been talkin’ to strangers
to tell how I feel
tell how I feel
tell how I feel
been talkin’ to strangers
to show them I’m real
show them I’m real
show them I’m real
been hopin’ and prayin’
that someone will hear
someone will hear
someone will hear
been hopin’ and prayin’
that the end is not near
end is not near
end is not near
been listn’n and hearin’ and talkin’ and prayin’
and hopin’ and seein’ and sharin’ and sayin’
and learnin’ and lookin’ and play’n and waitin’
and showin’ and growin’ and all the time knowin’
if I listen to others they’ll help me to see
help me to see
help me to see
if I listen to others they’ll listen to me
listen to me
listen to me.
Phil Lindsey, April, 2015
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
Toblin's mind shot him an image of what he'd do.
Before he actually did it.
Buckets of oil drowned what remained of Sharin's tear.
Her tear ducts were now thoroughly clogged beyond return.
Drumming fingers danced upon his leathery tunic.
It was Andulan, princess of lies wearing a human face.
If he turned from his conviction to see Sharin burn.
And faced her.
That snake would bite into his neck and fill his homeland.
With buckets of blood.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
especially when I stand in the rain
with my special sense feeling the hair on neck stand up
a ringin' in my ears drunker than
fallin' down in the audience with a special
sharin' anticipating the thunder of bass
and the highest ringin'
in my ears
AC/DC the best but would trade my IRA's
for a Nugent ticket or give my stash to a peddler
for one minute of Led Zeppelin.
Just to go again and bang my head like I did
when I was young. I blow a candle out, wishing.
But those days I guess are past.
For once again I am 29, and grey.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC
She had her subordinates step back a moment,
Sheathed their fangs and returned to her side,
It was unseemly to slay a foe without presenting an offer,
To stand at grace's side.
You did well, my entitlement has seen better days, I dare say it is beyond saving,
She spoke beyond her years, as if they were already acquainted.
Who are you? John boldly demanded,
I have no reason to answer that question, better that you remain ignorant,
Lest I become a monster.
I see you've been studying Sharin's songs for many years,
You're all quite good, spent your whole lives practicing no doubt,
I could use people of such talent under my wing for you see,
I have a stooge surplus.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
Sharin's troupe requested horses,
Were given destriers to ride back into serenity's dominion,
Sitting atop animals raised to believe in nothing yet die for everything,
Costly saddles lifted from slain foes, torn from stilled blue.
Brought images of black and red into tearful focus,
They are just orphans, abandoned by an uncaring world,
Why would Toblin want to despoil such temporary innocence?
They all came to a shared conclusion,
Suspected greedy gold enclosures, sought to capture her,
As she slept below the soil that was her's to give,
Restored and given back to destructive children, who'd broken all their toys.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
Toblin's carriage came to a halt.
As Princess Andulan the Silenced approached.
Holding a withered apple in one claw.
She sent her servants scattering with a violent gesture.
Moving with her dress held above the muddy path ahead.
She shed no tears for the dead.
Nor for Sharin's lost children,
Instead it was shown.
She had wed herself eternal.
To the countenance of one whose song has been silenced.
Death denied and sealed away,
Meant she hadn't aged a day,
Since her thirteenth birthday.
Spent with her loving father,
Jealous sisters, twins linked by envy,
They whispered foolishly from their bedcovers,
Colluded with one another to diminish her,
Because she couldn't wring their necks,
It went on unabated.
Spoiled by treasures of war,
Entitled by conquest and power,
She occupied herself and others plenty,
With her every need and whim.
Rob of years sorely removed,
From either crown or privilege,
Shied away from politics, a boring brother.
Non-combative and defensive.
Amidst royal battlefields,
Internal conflicts far removed from,
Outward appearances of serene stability,
To reassure the coddled and subjugated masses,
Familial affection served to maintain those welts of submission,
Bitten into common, gamey flesh once wild and unsophisticated.
We gave them purpose where none existed, put value in place.
Of lives spent surviving.
Still he was upbeat and eager to practice,
With a violin seemingly attached to his person,
Like an inseparable portion of his soul or,
Vital *****
His hands were crafted to bring music to voids,
Unseen yet made felt by all,
Once her melodies were given voice once more,
Sharin's tears melted our hearts,
Dissolved our rage, hatred, resentments,
Causing evaporation to occur,
Ousting us from internecine nonsense,
Rob took from us that goblet of poison,
Seldom parted from by choice.
He knew and accepted his call.
Retreating to it whenever royal squabbles,
Tried to drown out his song.
Rob out-shined us all.
Remember you I shall, my dear Rob...
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
Presumptous and fat.
He dined on honeyed bat.
While seated upon a carriage.
Gracing through Sharin wettened by lamentations.
Scarred by **** and pillage.
It was once a tender village.
Gone unnoticed through political necessity.
I'd jam this blade through his heart and be silent with him.
If song hadn't held me down at the waist.
So I swallowed disgrace with shame watching me.
Trembling inside his shadow.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
We made travel upon a road.
Of coarse stones and leaves aplenty.
Shrubs framed the dire edges.
Unable to support much life.
We watched through a clouded mirror.
As Toblin's men marched through.
Torches in hand.
Held by the ages.
Our memories were there still.
Able to send waves of history.
Screaming, dying, crying back to us.
Matthew had hoisted me along.
Hooking his arm under mine.
Taking us both to an old cabin.
Long abandoned and disowned.
Men upon saddle.
Entered Sharin's tear, a little town less than mine.
But still more than nothing.
We eluded suspicion huddled beside ashen rubble.
A chimney's corpse concealed us well.
Both of us coughed and sneezed.
Choked and wheezed.
On the dust and ashes left in the wake.
Of Lord Toblin's last mistake.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
Rick thought it a fitting jape.
To send a letter to Cornelius's attention,
Astride an arrow enlightened by lyrics,
None save Sharin's own could ever hope,
To do justice.
Born from wood felled by effort against weakness,
Loosed by a man at peak performance,
Trespassed the scarlet black king's sanctuary above weapons,
Announcing their arrival.
A common knife, cracked open a waxy permission.
It hummed with a melody that sang only Cornelius,
May open my trust and read,
My heart.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC
Matthew checked once more,
To see a path unblocked,
Now was their chance to slip past eyes trained to claim,
Any lives that should remain,
Upon Sharin's unenslaved domain.
Still locked in preferred mind space,
Janet curled around a toy shaped like a weapon,
It made her giddy and brought gay laughter to a tragic background,
She was out of place, yet I couldn't tear her away from it,
Matthew tried to lend her a hand she had no interest in taking,
This world was rotten, her past wasn't here anymore,
Song had locked it away.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
Paul turned to face his brother,
Rick returned his gaze, wiped his left eye,
A leather thumb hidden from everyone,
Picked up black pitch and vile sweat, staining it with liquid darkness.
Both saw what their tireless work, Sharin's charge had covered them in.
Dappled, dirt caked skin, a stench masked by noise,
War kept them too busy to bathe, song was like water now,
It was needed to sustain life.
Seven ways to continue dismounted to collect,
Together, around a stream.
John aimed to press further on, regardless,
Rick redrew his bowstring, kept it taut,
Paul stood beside Rick, his polearm planted firmly at Sharin's side,
Kevin thought it best to turn back, Albert plucked a string to his support,
As did Richard with his bow wearing a fresh layer of rosin,
Christopher's flute, seldom used was anything but resolute,
It played a solemn solo, saw no other course of action,
Sharin wasn't sleeping well today...
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
Andulan didn't want to, she,
Resisted at first, but the sight, the smells,
A color most divine, piqued her interest.
Sadistic joy given not chosen, caused her to laugh,
As vines wrapped around her choices, making decisions for her.
Prickling buds erupted from deep below, causing pain to pass over white skin,
Andulan clutched her arms together, left held right as both trembled.
She barred her teeth, felt them grind, heard them chatter.
As her ivy within, forced upon her by father.
Coiled around her person until she was replaced by a monster.
Bright green insults turned her mind ablaze as she realized her dress was now in tatters,
Torn apart by thorns sharp enough, to slice through flighted hides,
Bringing crash to tyranny,
Many Sharin's ago...
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
Christopher, Albert and Richard.
Opened their eyes to the sound of familiar melodies,
Nearing their proximity to reinforce their position,
Upon a realm of strife not of their world,
The three brothers never could stomach violence,
They shied away from arguments, loud voices scared them.
Rick placed his back against a tree, breathing sharply, asking Sharin for a refreshed quiver.
Andulan ordered her vassals to return to her side, come back at once,
This is an embarrassing sight, you are obviously outmatched.
Hard swallows signaled acquiescence that tasted bitter, unlike the wine they imagined,
Awaiting them should they survive.
John, Paul and Kevin stood fanned out at three points in front of Sharin's mobile tree,
Bearing apples for all to see.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
Andulan was mildly surprised, rocked forward in her property,
Thoughts of concern briefly washed over her face, filling her with fright.
Six loyal snakes stopped in front of Sharin's adept, wielding song as weapons,
John instantly saw what the carriage before him represented, it was Toblin's transport.
After much song between them, the seven musicians rallied behind his cry,
This madness will go on no longer!
Swords dipped in granted blood, tinted green from lineage,
Coated them in deep, fearful respect.
Dating back to mankind's terrorized past,
Unsheathed themselves from leather length and raised a concerted answer,
To foolish devotion.
Though they wore blue upon gloves, dangling from their necks,
Opaque pendants attached to black thongs, swung back and forth,
As the force of movement, more severe in its intention than most men could muster,
Brought fearsome resistance before desperation,
They need our help, there must be survivors, there has to be...
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
Whether
you
believe it or not,
I
loved you
so.
You
were
the one
I never
got
to have,
to be
mine.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 9:45 AM UTC