Casino Poem

You were heavy in your chair
One hand rubbed the green felt of the table
As if it were the breast on the sinewy body of yearning

I watched your tan lips envelop the soft bliss of your second to last cigarette
The light brown sugar of your skin was impervious to the piercing flashy lights
But blue and white shown from your somber eyes

Each delicious chip were like the pennies we would throw in shopping mall fountains
Wishes and dreams waiting to be scooped up
The waitress in the vexatious black dress faithfully brought you whiskey sours
Numbing and erasing all that continued to spiral

I wanted to grab your hands and smell the bills and smoke
Then force them on my waist
I would have led you through the ravenous creatures, the deceitful ringing
Lights that leave the eyes arid and the soul broke

Elegant carpeting, signs that lie
Couldn't have enveloped you and pulled you back to anguish
Through the revolving doors the ocean mist would have cleansed
The buildings were vibrant but they weren't bigger than us

We would have kept walking to the sand
Just ahead of where the ocean stops
You would lay with me
So I could rub sand up your arms

Consume the wetness of night
And the dryness of your torment
Playing casinos or casino poker is still the best!

When Life Gets So Hard

I wanted to find some words on a card.
That would help to get thru' it when life gets so hard.

It seems you can't bear it, perhaps can't go on
When deep in the heart there's no trace of a song.

Some words that would comfort when late in the night
The trials return and you're too tired to fight.

Or the tears flow so often it seems you'll run dry.
And life gets so tough that you just want to die.

Or at least go and hide where you're safe from all pain.
Someplace you can rest 'til you find joy again.

What are the words you so need to hear
That will help and will heal and remove all the fear?

That builds up inside 'til you think you'll explode
What are the words that will lighten the load?

If only I knew the right words to say.
To encourage and bless you or comfort some way.

I know not the words but this I can do.
I shall offer up prayers to the Father for you.

Sometimes, in life when you really need someone to comfort you because you're too confuse of something else but nobody is there... all you have to do is to PRAY.
Sometimes, when someone is there to comfort you- the more confuse you're are!... all you have to do is to LISTEN to your heart!
Sometimes, going somewhere cannot help you to think... all you have to do is to FIND other ways and other things that you think it will help you go on.

So, no matter what happens in life always remember three things... PRAY, LISTEN and FIND! And HOPE and FAITH will follow! Have a good and happy life!

Scared to love... you?

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness, according to Holmes. Agree? How about if you’re scared… scared of love, scared of loving someone? Does it mean that you’re not giving yourself a chance to enter the gate of happiness and that you will be forever sad?

What if you don’t have any guts to court someone or don’t have guts to accept someone? What if, you’re afraid that the girl might ignore you or afraid because there might be lots of expectations?

Questions remain a question but here’s the thoughts going through your head as you’re falling in love…

You push the hair out of my face,
And place your forehead on mine,
and you stare deep into my eyes,
And there is a pause in time.
You take my hand in yours,
And rub it with your thumb,
And when I try to say the words,
I find that I am dumb.

I want to tell you how I feel,
And have you tell me back,
But I can't get the words out,
As though it's confidence I lack,
But you know it could be certainty,
Maybe you're not the one for me,
So how come you're the only one,
Who makes me want to just be,

I love when you smile at me,
When you call me just to hear my voice,
When you tell me that I am beautiful,
So why am I unsure of my choice?

Could it be I'm scared to love you,
Scared to commit to just one,
Because it feels as though my heart is fighting,
Between loving you ands having fun!

By Poppy Fields 2005

Love: Just a little thing

No matter what happens, when you’re in a relationship, you should at least try to work for it. You should not take it for granted. When problems come, always talk to your partner and discuss. That’s the only way to understand things. Remember that in every situation, it is a journey for two (you and your lover). You should both plan and settle things out.

Here’s a poem by anonymous entitled: A Little Thing Called Love

When you questioned love, why love exist… why love just come and go… then it’s your chance now to pause for a while and reflect. Or simply just don’t question it. It’s been part of living.

Read this:

Love is a many splendor thing, they say,
And I believe it when you looked my way,
Out of the blue, things seemed to happen
By chance or destiny, is the question.

Living my life so long, without knowing your existence,
Then came a day we felt each others presence,
Guess what's meant to be will always find a way,
Love creeps into hearts and decides to stay.

A love so exquisite, yet so intricate,
In a world of only "you and I"
A love we can't even demonstrate,
A secret we have to keep for life.

I love you, honey, and its from my heart,
I hope you know that you’re no beggar from the start,
You make me fly without wings,
You make my heart wants to sing.

Every moment I spent with you,
Is every one of my dreams coming true?
More than words, I want to show you how I feel,
Someday, some place, sometime, I will.

Love is a journey for two,
Step by step, me and you,
The future we can't see,
Let love lead the way for you and me.

Great Old Poems: 1910's - 1980's

I usually featured known and common quotes; some were new and written by unknown composer. Just now I think of those poem collection that were composed in 1910’s, 1920’s, 1930’s and even in 1950’s. Interesting, right? How about poems during 1840’s? Unbelievable, isn’t it? I browsed one site that featured oldies poem, that’s why I’ll share selected poems for you…

1841 Poem
To The Sun-Dial
UNDER the Window of the Hall of the House
of Representatives of the United States

Thou silent herald of Time's silent flight!
Say, could'st thou speak, what warning voice were thine?
Shade, who canst only show how others shine!
Dark, sullen witness of resplendent light
In day's broad glare, and when the noontide bright
Of laughing fortune sheds the ray divine,
Thy ready favors cheer us--but decline
The clouds of morning and the gloom of night.
Yet are thy counsels faithful, just, and wise;
They bid us seize the moments as they pass--
Snatch the retrieveless sunbeam as it flies,
Nor lose one sand of life's revolving glass--
Aspiring still, with energy sublime,
By virtuous deeds to give eternity to Time.
John Quincy Adams

1920’s Poem
Goodbye!

COME, thrust your hands in the warm earth
And feel her strength through all your veins;
Breathe her full odors, taste her mouth,
Which laughs away imagined pains;
Touch her life's womb, yet know
This substance makes your grave also.

Shrink not; your flesh is no more sweet
Than flowers which daily blow and die;
Nor are your mein and dress so neat,
Nor half so pure your lucid eye;
And, yet, by flowers and earth I swear
You're neat and pure and sweet and fair.
Richard Aldington

1830’s Poem
Memory

MY mind lets go a thousand things,
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
And yet recalls the very hour--
'Twas noon by yonder village tower,
And on the last blue noon in May--
The wind came briskly up this way,
Crisping the brook beside the road;
Then, pausing here, set down its load
Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly
Two petals from that wild-rose tree.
Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Black VS Colored?

Try to read this and
let me know your response :-)

The reality is --

When
I was born, I was BLACK,
When I grew up, I was BLACK,
When I went in the sun, I stayed BLACK,
When I got cold, I was BLACK,
When I was scared, I was BLACK,
When I was sick, I was BLACK,
And when I die, I'll still be BLACK.

NOW, You "white" folks....

Whenyou're born, you're PINK,
When you grow-up, you're WHITE,
When you go in the sun, you get RED,
When you're cold, you turn BLUE,
When you're scared, you're YELLOW,
When you get sick, you're GREEN,
When you bruise, you turn PURPLE,
And when you die, you look GRAY.

So who y'all callin' COLORED folks?

A Room in My Heart

~ By Faith Hill

My heart was once just like a home
With many rooms and open doors
And I always let love in
It would change the rooms around and then
Leave them empty

'Till one by one I locked each door
And soon forgot what love was for
But I never gave up hopin'
So I left just one door open
In case you found me

So there's a room in my heart for you
If your trust has been stolen too
If you walk softly on this worn out wooden floor
And leave behind you the hurt you've had before
There's a room in my heart for you

We'll paint the walls from blue to white
And set the mood by candlelight
Together we'll keep out the cold
And I'll still be there when we're old
If you'll let me

So there's a room in my heart for you
If your trust has been stolen too
If you walk softly on this worn out wooden floor
And leave behind you the hurt you've had before There's a room in my heart for you

First Love

By: John Clare

I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.

My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.

I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.

I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.

Do Not Love Me Yet

Do not love me yet, for I
Am still a slender moon,
A scimitar about the heart
Too sharp to touch too soon.

Before I'm touched I need to grow
More full in golden light;
I need to smile upon my earth
And rule some patch of night.

I need to know what roads and fields
Lie in my domain
And dull my brand new ecstasies
With sophomoric pain.

I need the love of some blank boy
As cold and dark as me,
That we might grope in ignorance
And fear of what might be.

And then when I'm a silver bowl
And know what I can hold,
Then, then, perhaps, we could try love
If you are not too old.

By Turlough O'Carolan.
Copyright by
Nicholas Gordon