Spontaneous Poems

I like this.

'...repent before sinning...' hmmm

I particularly liked the second stanza.

jjorge

there is something fine about about a person who reads another's poetry. Thank you.

carlotta

I knew
It was you
Passing through me
In the shadows
Of a dream
Leaving me warm
Shivering
Wanting only to know
You
Your song an echo
Left bittersweet memory
Unknown, haunting
Yet, I knew
It was you

I liked your poems, Cola.

#88

The Second-To-Last Shopping Day

8:14 Am. The sun finally
Slices through the fog
Icicles glimmer on skeleton trees
It looks like Christmas in the yard
No time. No time to take it in
The second-to-last shopping day
Before Christmas has dawned
The first and only day, for some.

9:45 AM. The traffic is heavy
With little Santa Clauses headed
For the shopping mall, and we all
Crowd into the parking lot together
No time. No time for courtesies
Look down, push straight ahead
The toy d'jour is almost gone
Grab it. Grab it now.

Noon. Grandma gets the potholders
Nephew the giant can of popcorn
Uncle gets red and green suspenders
Ridiculous gifts, too true
No time. No time left now to choose
The things that suit the personality
Of relatives seldom seen
Anything, anything must do

4:30 PM. It's done. I'm done
I rest on the bench across from
The two-story Christmas tree
Surrounded by bulging shopping bags
No time. No time to smell the cinnamon buns
Or enjoy the hired carolers' songs
I must limp to the icy parking lot
And fight the traffic home in the dusk.

Thank you Chinmayee_S. That's encouraging:)


Carlotta- #88 is lovely. nicely done.

I'm just gonna let it flow. Nothing but me and my thoughts. Enjoy.



Unconditional,
five syllables of
a kind of love;
things known, yet unspoken,
things felt, yet unawoken,
things that make every wrong decision,
the right one,
without hesitation.

Unconditional,
five syllables of
uncontingent love,
something that never raises a question,
something always unwavering,
something that is smooth,
with no cracks or breaks
for the hate to be liquid,
to rise against
total constanticity.


The truth is,
that you could poison me,
and with my final wracking coughs, I'd make sure
that I covered my mouth.

And the truth is,
that you could shoot me,
and with my final seconds, I'd make sure
to put the gun in my own hand.

And the truth is,
that you could slit my throat,
and with my one last gasping breath, I'd apologize
for bleeding on your shirt.


Unconditional.

C.D
You really nailed it this time! Merry Christmas,
carlotta

Thanks Carlotta.
Merry Christmas to you too

#89

Angels in the snow
Bundles and boxes ready to go
Carolers singing
Decorations swinging
Earmuffs and mittens
Festive notes written
Gifts wrapped carefully
Holly hanging merrily
Icicles dripping from the eaves
Jolly jingle bells that please
Kisses and hugs get exchanged
Lights and tinsel are arranged
Mistletoe is hung
Noel wishes that get sung
Ornaments of glass that glow
Popcorn strings draped in a row
Quilted covers on the bed
Reindeer prancing overhead
Santa Claus is back!
Toys come tumbling from his sack
Underneath the Christmas tree
Various presents there to see
Wonder shows in little eyes
X-cited by the nice surprise
Yule time always brings
Zest for every Christmas thing

Dawn found us fresh in our dicovery
loving you was like discovering a new fruit
I remember the suprise when i first tasted mango
and the pain from too much pineapple
the warning that came with my first persimmon
And I've been warned about you.
I'll wrestle remorse, and choke the life out of guilt
I am emboldened in you, and made made ruler
of a great nation. I enter Eden
While daylight breaks dew breaks over you
I take the first fruit to my lips.

CrazyDiamond - I always enjoy your posts.

#90

The Light

I'm sitting in the bay window
When the sun pierces winter's gray
The glow lights up the room
The warmth bathes my face
I close my eyes,
My book drops to my knees
I drift in sensual peace
Peace that would be absolute if
Those who touch my life
Could find the same
The peace I seek is selfish
I want not to care or worry
I want light without shadows
I want this perfect moment -
Oh, look
The sun has gone away.

Thanks a whole bunch Cola. I enjoy your posts as well.

So close, so far apart

Here in bed, we lie together close,
But we're so far apart inside,
My heart is filled to brim with woes;
And love, for the one I am beside.

Another day of strife begins,
You put me on a dusty shelf,
Of quiet agony. My sins,
I know, are great; 'I lost myself'
Is the only excuse that I can make;
But I could run a thousand miles,
And I could give and let you take,
I know my heart to you beguiles,
But I could write a thousand poems,
And I could give back what I took,
I know my heart, your mind condemns,
But I could light a wet matchbook,
And I could shower you with gems,
And I could run a thousand miles,
And I could write a thousand poems,
To have your love returned with glee,
To have you here in bed with me.

#91

Signs
I'm pretty sure I can read your mind
Your face gives you away
Muscles tense around your eyes
When you are skeptical
Your lips grow thin if you disapprove
And your eyes look right through me
When you are furious
It's harder to detect your happiness
But I can
The slightest curling at the corner of your lip
The way your eyes follow the lazy smoke rings
The curve of your back in the easy chair
The rhythmic squeak as you rock
Signs of contentment
That give me peace

What? Don't you like it?....Hey! Say something!!
(A Ballad of a Poet's Rejection)

It's the silent disapproval,
The look that says it's not enough,
Or it's not any good at all,
The look that judges me, so rough.

It's just the silent dislike,
It's intrigue they want, I know it,
But oft, the idea doesn't strike,
And I always seem to blow it.

It's your silent disapproval,
I can tell when it's speechlessness,
And when it's quiet condemnation,
I try, but I can give no less.

It's just that quiet rejection,
That heats me up inside,
And as I pause for reflection,
I see I'd rather you had lied.

Jonny on the Spot


I'll be Jonny
there's the spot
let me jump on it for a moment, before the moments gone

I finish quick, before I begin
but thats what it is and what it shall be
Afterall, I am Jonny on the spot

Jonny on the Spot (edited to be written to a girl)


I'll be Jonny
you be spot
let me jump on you for a moment, before the moments gone

I'm at your feet before you get thet last words out
but thats how it is
Afterall, I am Jonny on the spot