"transitionary" poems - Hello Poetry

Sweet lips encrusted in sugar from the hot doughnuts at the steam fair. Baked in the dusty sunshine of an August afternoon in North London. I would roam these streets from childhood into adulthood, Drinking £2,50 wine at bus stops only to get thrown out of the pub for illusionary bathroom shots Our real crime? Being too young. Since then, i have drunk Spanish manzanilla in an old tobacco store room Transformed into a house where wafts of old book smell mingling with the scent of baked terra cotta and lemon trees sweeps down dark corridors revealing hidden gems of traveled souls. Where there are streets that belong to Phoenician women , Arab traders , Christian crusaders and now the Spanish folk All these names we go by , yet still human we stand Up on roof tops, smoking sneaky roll ups to the elegance of storks Building nests on church domes and castle walls Monuments to remind the future Graffiti on the natural landscape , the ruins read " we waz ere" From shores of the Atlantic to shores of the Atlantic Brooklyn rises The night bus to eat pizza alarmed me How were the buses so different ? London's told you where you were New York's Made you suss it out for yourself In the company of a Father i hardly knew and the Mother of my new sibling Child , Who will you become ? Shaped by the contrast of your parents skin , your curled hair yet to emerge from fresh formed follicles Rest easy , This world Ain't so harsh I found God at the bottom of a bowl of noodles Simply sitting there , lazing about as i licked my lips of the residual chillies and sugar I deal in the order of paradoxes Born by the sea only to grow up in the 'so called' luxury of the cities jungle Although, resting now in the moon soaked mountain air , no city can compare, to the fragrance of flowers that bloom and scent only for those who brave the night I used to be afraid of the dark , Now i make love with it.

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Jul 16, 2013

Jul 16, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC

Fah

Transitionary phases, with hindsight , become but a twirl in the foxtrot

Sweet lips encrusted in sugar from the hot doughnuts at the steam fair. Baked in the dusty sunshine of an August afternoon in North London. I would roam these streets from childhood into adulthood, Drinking £2,50 wine at bus stops only to get thrown out of the pub for illusionary bathroom shots Our real crime? Being too young. Since then, i have drunk Spanish manzanilla in an old tobacco store room Transformed into a house where wafts of old book smell mingling with the scent of baked terra cotta and lemon trees sweeps down dark corridors revealing hidden gems of traveled souls. Where there are streets that belong to Phoenician women , Arab traders , Christian crusaders and now the Spanish folk All these names we go by , yet still human we stand Up on roof tops, smoking sneaky roll ups to the elegance of storks Building nests on church domes and castle walls Monuments to remind the future Graffiti on the natural landscape , the ruins read " we waz ere" From shores of the Atlantic to shores of the Atlantic Brooklyn rises The night bus to eat pizza alarmed me How were the buses so different ? London's told you where you were New York's Made you suss it out for yourself In the company of a Father i hardly knew and the Mother of my new sibling Child , Who will you become ? Shaped by the contrast of your parents skin , your curled hair yet to emerge from fresh formed follicles Rest easy , This world Ain't so harsh I found God at the bottom of a bowl of noodles Simply sitting there , lazing about as i licked my lips of the residual chillies and sugar I deal in the order of paradoxes Born by the sea only to grow up in the 'so called' luxury of the cities jungle Although, resting now in the moon soaked mountain air , no city can compare, to the fragrance of flowers that bloom and scent only for those who brave the night I used to be afraid of the dark , Now i make love with it.

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Transitionary lovers rarely remain if you think about why this is too long it will probably drive you insane. Nobody really knows. When you left the wife left the life left the husband left the strife at least for a little while You are caught up in the sparkling, twinkling, incandescent glowing opiates of love finally no pain remained. There are Smiles all around. We danced so close in night clubs like cruise ships sailing to no where and no where to go But you are leaving her leaving him leaving them trying to forget what you already know. Transitionary lovers rarely remain. This one will be different we are so different we found this magic and it will be maintained as Days together go by weeks and months too But In the end the transitionary lover may have sparked the change from here to there The homes which were cozy once again become lonely. Life becomes a parking lot motel staring out the window at the heat displaced trying to convince yourself this is not too bad. Transitionary lovers rarely remain and both of us will be on to the next one Falling back into the routines of life, love, stability Awaiting again for that transitory lover to take us where we need to go.

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Apr 25, 2014

Apr 25, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC

sjr1000

Transitionary Lovers

Transitionary lovers rarely remain if you think about why this is too long it will probably drive you insane. Nobody really knows. When you left the wife left the life left the husband left the strife at least for a little while You are caught up in the sparkling, twinkling, incandescent glowing opiates of love finally no pain remained. There are Smiles all around. We danced so close in night clubs like cruise ships sailing to no where and no where to go But you are leaving her leaving him leaving them trying to forget what you already know. Transitionary lovers rarely remain. This one will be different we are so different we found this magic and it will be maintained as Days together go by weeks and months too But In the end the transitionary lover may have sparked the change from here to there The homes which were cozy once again become lonely. Life becomes a parking lot motel staring out the window at the heat displaced trying to convince yourself this is not too bad. Transitionary lovers rarely remain and both of us will be on to the next one Falling back into the routines of life, love, stability Awaiting again for that transitory lover to take us where we need to go.

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that the world was ending there were explosions in the sky and everyone was feantic but me very unlike me to be afraid of death was afraid. for years i have tempted death whispered him sweet nothings flirting but in my dream i seemed to want nothing to do with him. in my dream i was frustrated that the world was ending at a time i thought unsuitable because i was happy, fulfilled. i find this funny because for years i have wished the world to implode around me for everything to cease to exist sixteen days. a dream about the world ending i’m told represents a major transition or life changing event. your life, as you currently know it, coming to an end. maybe these years of tempting death and cursing the world are coming to an end.

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May 7, 2018

May 7, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC

sofiahoefiglyster

transitionary

that the world was ending there were explosions in the sky and everyone was feantic but me very unlike me to be afraid of death was afraid. for years i have tempted death whispered him sweet nothings flirting but in my dream i seemed to want nothing to do with him. in my dream i was frustrated that the world was ending at a time i thought unsuitable because i was happy, fulfilled. i find this funny because for years i have wished the world to implode around me for everything to cease to exist sixteen days. a dream about the world ending i’m told represents a major transition or life changing event. your life, as you currently know it, coming to an end. maybe these years of tempting death and cursing the world are coming to an end.

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don't let the transition become the permanent can i use you? just to transition to my permanent? can you lead me to my future be my present just a hand to get me through can i use you? kiss me as i wait for my prince distract me from this heartache i'm running from You can use me too ya know I'll give you tenderness when the world is too rough on you I'll give you erotica when you've become bored I just wanna use and be used.

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Nov 6, 2013

Nov 6, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC

alexandria-rae-mason

Transitionary Love

don't let the transition become the permanent can i use you? just to transition to my permanent? can you lead me to my future be my present just a hand to get me through can i use you? kiss me as i wait for my prince distract me from this heartache i'm running from You can use me too ya know I'll give you tenderness when the world is too rough on you I'll give you erotica when you've become bored I just wanna use and be used.

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