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Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Tracey.


Since the first time I saw you,
I wanted to hold your hand.
I wanted you to let me, become your man.
I wanted to tell you, you’re so beautiful,
But I was so scared of messing up
And losing you like a fool.


Because you’re so cool,
You know I think I could grow to love you, Tracey.
You’re so cool,
You know I think I’m falling in love with you Tracey.
You’re so cool,
You know I think I could grow to love you Tracey.
You’re so cool,
I think I’m truly falling for you Tracey.


So come pretty lady, let’s go travel the stars.
Come dance with me and I surely won’t,
Miss a single step and tread on your foot,
Kiss my lips and my heart could become ours.


Because you’re so cool,
You know I think I could grow to love you Tracey.
You’re so cool,
You know I think I’m falling in love with you Tracey.
You’re so cool,
You know I think I could grow to love you Tracey.
You’re so cool,
You know I think I’m falling in love with you Tracey.
Because you’re so cool.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
WT Bakelar Dec 2013
No one knows it’s you I admire
No one knows how you inspire
No one knows we will conspire

The hypnotic curve of your hips,
The sultry red of your full lips,
The caress of your finger tips
These things all set my heart afire

The way you smile when you touch me
The way your soul reacts carefree
The way you crave is plain to see
There in sparkling eyes of sapphire

The need in you as strong as mine
The lust is thick as we entwine
The passion seems hard to define
We yield to ****** desires

© Copyright 2012 Wm. Tracey Bakelar - All Rights Reserved
This is a poem that I wrote in 2012.  it was plagiarized by Jake Backlund as "our desire"
I have brought it to the attention of the site moderator and hope they remove it from his page and bar him from posting.  Nobody wants a plagiarizer on their poetry site, and nobody can respect a person that will steal someone else's work.
Abbie hailed a yellow top cabbie

Brenda had a sister in-law named Glenda

Cate ran late on her first date

Delly ate seven bowls of lemon jelly

Edwina drove to the town of Catalina

Fran burnt her finger on the very hot frying pan

Gwen had a strong yen to go and see her aunty Jen

Hope bought her husband a towing rope

Isobel fell under the magician's spell

Joann took her mother on a holiday in a caravan

Kylie went to the dentist with her brother Wylie

Lesley liked listening to Elvis Presley

Marcia enjoyed eating a freshly baked focaccia

Nell saw a turtle coming out of his shell

Olga lived at the top end of the river Volga

Primrose had a Pinocchio nose

Queenie knitted a multicolored beanie

Ruth could never tell the whole truth

Stacey loved playing dress ups with her friend Tracey

Tilly behavior was always rather silly

Una bought a house in the suburb of Yagonna

Verity wanted to be a well known celebrity

Winifred never stopped taking about Alfred

Xena was presented with a court subpoena

Yale told her teacher a tall tale

Zealand ventured out into the bushland
irinia Sep 2015
We are the terraced women
piled row on row on the sagging, slipping hillsides of our
                                                                                               lives.
We tug reluctant children up slanting streets
the push chair wheels wedging in the ruts
breathless and bad tempered we shift the Tesco carrier bags
                                                                          from hand to hand
and stop to watch the town

The hill tops creep away like children playing games

our other children shriek against the school yard rails
‘there’s Mandy’s mum, John’s mum, Dave’s mum,
Kate’s mum, Ceri’s mother, Tracey’s mummy’
we wave with hands scarred by groceries and too much
                                                                                   washing up
catching echoes as we pass of old wild games

after lunch, more bread and butter, tea
we dress in blue and white and pink and white checked
                                                                                          overalls
and do the house and scrub the porch and sweep the street
and clean all the little terraces
up and down and up and down and up and down the hill

later, before the end-of-school bell rings
all the babies are asleep
Mandy’s mum joins Ceri’s mum across the street
running to avoid the rain
and Dave’s mum and John’s mum – the others too – stop
                                                                                                for tea
and briefly we are wild women
girls with secrets, travellers, engineers, courtesans, and stars
                                                                                 of fiction, films
plotting our escape like jail birds
terraced, tescoed prisoners rising from the household dust
like heroines.

Pennyanne Windsor, from *Poetry 1900-2000 One hundred poets from Wales
wakeupnirvana Aug 2013
I.

I went to wendy's yesterday
and I saw ed on the other day
and he carried with him, a bagful of books
and came along will, and saw him
they exchanged looks
and Will asked for some 'tools'
So came along Kim
who wore too much makeup
and she sat on the chair beside me
to look for boys who she would
hook up with.

II.

I went to wendy's yesterday
and I saw ed on the hay
and he carried with him, a handful of smokes
and he started to fling the smoke and breath in the air Inside his throat.
Then came along will, and saw him
he passed him a light, and gave a wink
they exchanged gifts
and ed asked for more ***
and will handed him, and ed gave his jackpot
So came along kim
who wore shorts and tops that showed her breast
she sat to the chair beside the teenager
and want to flirt with him over the motel
and gave her a wink
as she grabs the jackpot.

III.
I went to wendy's yesterday
and ordered for a milkshake
when I saw ed by the counter with his tray
and he carried with him, a gray bag full of *******
and he started to tuck it between him,
as he ordered a burger and some fries.
Then came along will, and saw him
he passed him the pack, and gave him a smile
they exchanged gifts
and will gave him the cash
and ed stashed the burger wrapper in the trash
So came along kim
who wore a mini skirt and tops that showed her cleavage
She sat to the chair beside the man
and the man smiled and gave her some cash
and gave him a wink
as he follow her to the motel

IV.
For graduation,
I came to wendy's to celebrate
and ordered salads for the day
and then I saw ed outside
handcuffed by the police for selling cyanide
and then I saw Will inside
displeased and gave a sigh
and brought out a smoke
to feel it's air deeply inside his thigh
that's when Tracey pointed to kim,
and told me she was selling some thing
and that she couldn't go with us to celebrate
Because of the baby in her den.
And lewis pointed to ed,
Said he was addicted
to the things that we weren't suppose to take.

V.**
I went yesterday at wendy's
and saw the coffin that was ed's
and saw the gun that Will was holding,
as he began to get the **** out of the man.
I chewed my burger that day at wendy's
and can't help but ask why
why the people was circling
around Kim's body.
By the sidewalk.
Kayla Lynn Oct 2010
Sarah Lynn
And Tracey


I'm drifting away in my
Study
Thoughts of her creep
Into my mind
The scent of her skin
The life in her eyes
I can't focus on my work
These days
The loss of her
Has corrupted my soul
And my bones shatter
When I dream up
Her faint whisper
In my ear

It couldn't possibly
Be real?

I whisper into his ear
Hoping he can feel me
See me...
So much was left unsaid...
So many deeds left undone...
Time was not on my side
I scream out from the shadows
Waiting
Wanting
Someone to hear
Me this day...
To feel me that day...
I want the memory of me
To hold him in
The arms of thought
To seal this day in
Eternity's flame...


What was that?
I swear I'm losing
My sanity
It's as though she's here
Somehow
As though she knows
The truth
What really happened
That night
The guilt is torturous
My paranoid eyes
Dart around the room
No one can find out
No one can know...

Truth?
In this shell of who I am
Now...I know his truth...
I want him to feel the pain
He caused me...
I want him to sweat beads
Of fear in knowing I'm still
Here...
Watching...him...touching him...
I want him to wear a symbol
Of my pain...
A stigmata for all to see...
A warning sign...
Bleed daily from this place...
And know
I'll never let you go...
My memory will wrap
Around you like a blanket
Of pain...
Remember me...that day


She's streaming through me
Like osmosis of spirit
Short of breath
Clutching my chest
The walls spin
The lights flicker
I run to the mirror
Frantic
Her hands on my neck
Cold and clammy
My mouth falls open
At the sight
Of myself
And the bruises around
My neck
Where her memory
Found a way
To strangle me
As the first repercussion
For what I did
That day..

*I'm finding solace
In your suffering...
I see you looking at
Your reflection in the
The mirror
And seeing
Me...
Reliving when your hands
Were around my neck...
The pressure, the pain
Until my one last gurgling
Breath took place...
Cold and clammy
I'll forever be...in this
Place you've left me...
Suffer with me unsettled
Spirit...
My breath is yours...
The sensations on your skin
Are the spiders crawling on
Mine...
From six feet under...
Don't go to my grave to
Find comfort...
Because I'm not there
I'm still your reflection
In the mirror~
© October 2010 Sarah Lynn and Tracey
Keith Wilson Nov 2022
(11 May 1934 -November 2022)

Mister Wilson, salt of the earth
a peaceful poet, embarks on rebirth
His charm, his wit, his humble wisdom
We honour now with candle lit
A gardener of words and of the land
May he be led lovingly by the hand
to a place full of foxes and robins
with trees, flowers, and crystal clear waters
May he find there all he loves dearly
As we celebrate his life and see his heart more clearly
Sweet dreams to our dear friend
You are in our hearts, our love we send

Micheal Wolf Mar 2013
Next!

Hi my names Janet
I want to save the planet
I like little dogs and lots of

Next!

I am Glen meet you is good yes
I am from the Ukraine
I once made a windmill out of matchsticks
I can skin a rabbit if you like stew!

Next!

I'm Pippa I ride horses I have powerful thighs
Do you like horses, do you ride?
I could ride with you

next!

Hello I'm Lorraine back here again
Last time I met a musician
It was ok at first till he blew on my *******

Next!

I'm Joy I like uniforms and outdoors
I quite like uniforms indoors
Do you have a uniform?

Next!

My name is Joanne I read all I can
I  just finished 50 shades of Grey
It's changed my life, you look nice
Do you wear ties all the time

Next!

Hi I'm Tracey do you like films I love films
My ex used to film me, would you like to see
I have it on my phone, I'm the one in the mask!

Next!

My names John the girlies are gone
Sorry none  wanted you this time
We meet next week for another 20 quid
You might get lucky then!
Read an article on speed dating and thought......... why not have a giggle. Edited several times
betterdays Apr 2014
goodbye, Mickey
gone to the great big
Boystown in the sky

you were my saturday
afternoons.
you, Spencer Tracey
and 20cents of mixed lollies
in front of the old b&w;,T.V.

your angelic smile
and cheeky bad boy ways.
one day i was going to
marry you.

but then life changed.

today, when i heard
the news
i went back to that time
so thank you Mr Rooney
for those simple days
vale, vale.
mickey rooney passed away today
after a long illness.
Paul Hansford Aug 2017
The rain makes everything fresh,
   the plants and the grass are like gold,
      the air is sparkling with joy
                                                           (by Sharon)

The rain is coming down.
   Look outside, everything is wet.
      The leaves glitter with the rain on them.
                                                           (by Tracey)

Rain makes the roof top wet,
   the grass is all wet and soggy,
      and mum cannot do the washing.
                                                        ­    (by Lee)
Josiah kiprop Sep 2015
One message reacived......
is it from my mum..
Is it from the landlord
is it from my dad
is it from my girlfriend..
After opening the text i could nt bealive my eyes....why cant she let me stay in peace why does she keep on bothering my  marriage...her name is tracey a girl i had been dating buh just dumbed me because i was not rich.... And i left her even though i loved her with all my heart....i knew that the love i felt for her will never fade away....but soon enough i came to find my true love... tracey's love was first love...and first love never dies but true love comes and buries it alive.......i met my true love her name is melissa i love her but not the way i do for tracey but their is no turning back  i am married...and thats why i cant reply traceys text even though i love her...
**First love never dies but true love buries it**
Louis Pollard Jun 2011
Alright fella, how’s you mate?
Just heard back from the hospital innit.
They got you that liver now?
Yeah man, sorted. Ahh yeah-
did I tell you ‘bout the other day?
There was this ******* mug
by the chippy and he mugged
me off. And I was like mate,
don’t mess - you’ve picked the wrong day
to be a *******, innit.
And he was all like, “Yeah?
*******, mate.” And right, now,
well, I’d had enough by now;
I wanted to teach this mug
a Life-Long Lesson, yeah?
So I said, “I’m not your mate,
and I will end you if you don’t *******, innit.”
Ah man – this was not his day.
You remember back on Tuesday,
when I got that knife that I still use now?
I had it on me, and I shanked him, innit!
Serves him right for being a mug;
sounds like one less ***** on the estate, mate.
Too right blud. Was well funny too, yeah –
cause he was just round the corner, yeah,
I just walked into the chippy like any normal day!
Just like, “Nah, no vinegar please mate.”
There’s never any filth around here now
so we can just shank mug after mug;
and we’ll make it a better place to live, innit.
Oh yeah, and I can get smashed now, innit!
We’ll get some pills and that, yeah?
Have us a party, but don’t invite Gaz, you mug –
he shagged Tracey the other day,
so it is gonna be well awkward now.
Ahh ****! I am well excited, mate.
And mate, make sure you bring some fit girls, innit.
You wanna come round now?* Nah, got a check-up. Yeah,
but it’s not gonna take all day! Shut up, you mug.
A reflection on coincidence.
Oh sorrow..can I put you to sleep within this soul... Can I put the
memories of our time together to bed... the pain of us being lost
in time has left me a wanderer in my own soul.... The place we
walk in seperates us from the world... It's here we search each
other out... Timeless mists of grey...

My time is not yours...
Your time is not mine...
This feelings so magical at your feet i pour...
Longing for your purity, your body, my sacred shrine....
Left stranded in a trance of continuum.
Never to find my consciousness
My dreams running like water in a dark vacuum.
Your heart to redeem my soul in this torturing endlessness.

I bathe in what you have placed before me...with arms outstretched
hoping to gather you there...to share with you the ancient secrets
of my heart...hoping that just one moment in time the mist will
fade and I will see your face...I will feel your heart beat against
mine...

I have walked through the dark clouds of my youth to see you
These unheard voices inside me, this path i am given so true...
Through time and empty spaces i travel
For i have an unbearable desire to complete you

I hold the hope within like a light...a beacon
for you to see me...
to breach the the walls that have cast us here...
bound by want and need...
A desire to be whole...in all ways....
here in my thoughts i dwell forever.... With a longing so pure
before time....
It is here I will wait for you...
in soulful surrender...
for the truest love of mine


Unto heaven and earth we are made an unfulfilled vow
Yet our hearts will remain one true scent of a story that goes to
the ends of earth
The Darkness Sep 2012
Tricky tom took a time bomb and tucked it between tracey's ****,
And it blew my mind.
What does it take to preserve a life form in line 'em up and **** 'em town?
Answers...
I know two things,
And I have eaten an otter from sublimation.
And I still am not sure who she really is.
Now if the ushers will direct eceryune to there seets...
namatsar Aug 2013
******, ****** and more ******.
Nothing but bores.

Who gives a ****....?
If NOBODY scores.

*****, scream, kick 'n moan.
**** man, life can be such a
drone.

Puppet
Muppet
Ringmaster
Master Key
Leave it open - all the more to
See.

Human traffic
Nothing but static
Looky here
Looky there
Try a little harder and MAYBE you'll C

Everything is all around....
Everywhere.....
Tracey
Forget me not, dear father,
For you have bestowed demons
On a child of innocence
Who has let them loose
Into her mind
In bedding them deeply there

Forget me not, Dear Father
For the sins of omission
Have overtaken me
And the battle rages on
I need your strength
And for my need to be free

Forget them not, dear Father
When they come to you in fear
Forgive them with compassion
Bring the child before them
Let them weep at her feet
So she may forgive them too.

Tracey-Lee Newson
Michael Smith Aug 2016
It is with great pleasure that I post a poem written by a friend who lives in Appledore England. This work is NOT my own and all credit goes to Tracey Curtis.
(Posted with permission from author)
(I did not edit this poem in any way, typo's or otherwise as it not my work to edit)
Enjoy!

MY HUSBAND TOOK ME OUT TO LUNCH
My husbands name is Johnny
He's such an understanding guy
He has the patience of a saint
And here's one reason why

My hubby took me out for lunch
To the local public house
We sat down in the restaurant
And I swear I saw a mouse

I said to Johnny What was that?
As something ran across the floor
"I think I see a mouse" I said
over there sat by the door

First he looked across the room
And then he looked at me
He said" I can't see anything
There's nothing there to see

So I sat back in the wooden chair
And put my bag down by my feet
As Johnny poured the wine out
I chose my food to eat

Johnny ordered steak and chips
And I went for the salmon
But then I changed my mind again
And I settled for the gammon

The food was all delicious
So we thought we'd have a sweet
We were just about to order
When something touched my feet

I moved so fast I caught my foot
Inside my handbag strap
I tripped and lost my balance
And fell into some guys lap

His chair gave way with me on top
With my skirt above my head
The strap was still around my foot
And my face had gone bright red

The man shouts out, "WILL YOU GET OFF"
I think he was quite rude
And then I kicked the table leg
And down came all the food

My hubby came across to help
He helped us to our feet
The man said "what about our food"
There's nothing left to eat

My hubby said "we're sorry bud"
Please, let me pay for more
Johnny gave him Fifty quid
Then the man walked out the door

We sat back down to start again
As the staff cleaned up the mess
I had spaghetti in my hair
And gravy down my dress

My hubby said "what wrong with you"?
You almost wrecked the house"
I said " Well something touched my feet
And I think it was a mouse"

He said "well if it was it's gone now"
So can we please just settle down
I looked at him he looked at me
And he gave me such a frown

But then he smiled and said to me
"Would you like a glass of wine"?
"Would you like a bit more food "?
I said "No thanks I'm fine"

I said "I think I'll have a cigarette
That can't cause any harm"
As I reached to get my bag
The mouse ran up my arm

I jumped up fast and spun around
And then I started squealing
I sounded like a little pig
As I nearly hit the ceiling

I swung the bag around my head
And all around my seat
I swung it high and swung it low
And I swung it round my feet

I smacked my Johnny in the face
With my bag as I was swinging
I think I hit him with the phone
As my phone it started ringing

I climbed upon the table
As I knew the mouse was there
But then I slipped the table flipped
And the plates flew in the air

The food went left the drinks went right
Something caught the fire alarm
And all because that little mouse
Ran up my ****** arm

My Johnny's eye was swollen
From the bag when he got lashed
Although he couldn't see that well
He could see the room was trashed

He looked at me and then he said
"I thought I said stay calm?
I said " I tried my best it didn't work
As the mouse ran up my arm

He shook his head and hung it low
And then just stood there sighing
I said" What's up with you John?
He said" it's you, your very trying

This day has cost a fortune
But I'm not about to shout
But let me make it clear to you
It's the last time you come out
© Written by me..... TRACEY CURTIS...26\5\14
I’m from the tattoos
And blue noodles,
I’m my Pawran
Whose beard is uneven
And weird

I’m from the writers block,
Time prancing on the clock,
Whose minds inspired,
Ideas skipping wild.

From sharpies and
Mini mouse
I run , dash, and skip,
Tug-of-war with Bella
Around the house.

I’m from Candyland
And Candycrush
Who plays those games
to much.

I’m from Arnold
And Tracey,
Who pray and fish
with me .

here’s the poem ,
I wrote to show’um,
To who read this,
it’s Just the gist  
of where I’m from.

— The End —