A poem about love #4 (With a title that is actually longer than the poem.)
When we kissed
I saw you
I saw us
Fairytale Ending
The prince kissed her sleeping lips and
she woke with love in her mouth.
Radiant, like the sun, she rose.
Blooming, like the rose, she shined.
He said “You’re hot.”
He said “I want to spend some time with you.”
Because she was a princess
and he was a prince
she thought it was destiny.
It wasn’t.
She should have died of a broken heart.
It was in the script.
Instead she stepped out into her bower
light pouring over her like honey,
air heavy with perfume.
Rose, jasmine, orange blossom,
it was a wonderful time
to be awake.
The 4th hour – I see RU
The words of this poem were inspired by post-NBA game commentaries, actual Twitter and Instagram feeds and various individual comments posted online. The title, “I see RU” is a play on the words “I see you”. Speaking of Oklahoma City Thunder’s RUssell Westbrook, one of the most talented and exciting NBA players to run the court.
I see RU…
Another signing, another show. What does any of this have to do with basketball?
They say: “Notice how ticked off he looked?” “He hardly talked at all, and I didn’t see him smile the entire time.”
I see RU… knowing that anything he says or does will be scrutinized, dissected, or misinterpreted beyond measure. Photographed, Photoshopped, even fam photo failures.
Questions, comments, mindless banter with no purpose at all; only human, just like you, with a gift to play ball.
Still looking for smiles from the RU?
Why so demanding?
Does the RU owe you?
Have you seen his pics?
How about his interviews?
Head low, words few.
Rarely flashing his pearly whites,
unless caught in that rare unguarded moment in the company of a loving family member or friend.
Ever consider that maybe he’s shy?
Or maybe a little insecure about his smile? Or even teased about it as a child?
Not everyone who has a nice smile believes that they do.
Yeah, I see you RU.
They say: “To me he has a VERY arrogant attitude.”
Why?
What the hell did he do?
Are you in his head? Or wearing his shoes?
Is he under some obligation to be extra nice to you?
Maybe he can’t be that social butterfly you want him to be; can’t say all the right words to tickle your fancy, like the spider who webs it oh so perfectly. Just RU, a spotlight target for all the world to see.
I see RU…someone who doesn’t fit the standard 6′ 7″ bill.
I see RU…the black sheep, in the spider’s shadow.
I see RU…the lightning in the thunder.
Haters say: “selfish, ball hog, queer, fag, gaaaaay…worst dressed, trash bag clown clothes, floppy foot goon, ugly Steve Urkel Ninja Turtle duck”
Lovers say: “the best…swagg…hott, sexxxy, beautiful, fly, perfect babe…I LOVE you!”
You love RU?
Really?
You do?
How do you love someone that doesn’t know you?
Is it his brooding eyes?
His fully defined lips?
Chiseled high cheek bones and pitted dimples?
Werther’s caramelt skin?
His flawless physique, with no tats in sight?
Celebrity-status fame, 8-figure contract and no wife?
Yeah, you love RU, I’m sure that you do.
When I first saw him play, I fell in love with RU too.
Kudos to Spider-Man, the comic book hero, endowed with supernatural strength, agility, and keen spider-sense, but this black sheep stands out from the flock,
So fierce and determined, despite what they say, he plays his own game and hopes he does okay.
Always sacrificing his body, the chance he takes to make the big play…but wait!
“Don’t you dare shoot that ball!
That’s not why you get paid!”
I see you RU.
I’m a fan of the game, not just the big names;
Like watching two loves come together unashamed.
Would you pay 5K for platinum seats at the Garden?
Just to catch a glimpse?
Heart bangin’, eyes sayin’
“I see you RU, but will you ever see me?”
Knowing full well a love between us on this earth, it can never be.
This true love holds out for that soul mate in eternity,
where you can be just RU and I can be just me.
What is it about RU that makes him so irresistible and you so eager to pursue?
Dang, smh, wish I knew.
Is it because he gives back to the community?
But most athletes do.
Is it the chart-climbing stats and record breaking debuts?
Is it his bold fashion flava? So wild and true.
True to his character, “the world according to RU”.
Maybe it’s his love for his family, the game and the sik shoes?
Trendsetting tag lines, and football guru?
These are all so good but there’s so much more to this RU.
Including the simplicity of his choices…his house, his car, and his girl.
His girl, ah yes, it’s heartbreaking, I know.
Why couldn’t it be you? You love him with your whole heart and soul.
But to choose you, RU wouldn’t be RU if you didn’t know him 6 years ago.
Hmmm…Steady looking through that window though;
wondering…waiting.
Only time will tell where that will go.
I see RU…blessed from heaven above.
I see RU…making his way through the course.
I see RU…both hated and loved.
Poem4/24 “The Mute”
No one understand what they are saying
Their hands, fingers keep on waving
Some sound like “urgh” as they’re laughing
Can’t here them while they’re crying
If only people has a wider heart
To enter each sign and mark
To understand each single part
Every motion, every movement of their hand
Facial expressions express what they’re talking
They will response smiling
If only they can speak out loud
They, will shout: “can I be love?”
“I can hear you, I felt you, I understand”
“Would you be my best friend?”
“You have a very pure heart
That can communicate to understand”, but,
There’s only one magical voice they could hear
And speak with, no one, but God
Winter Orchid – 4/24
My very teeth – all sweet
relinquish morals to the craving
to bring spring
to know seasons
to hoist my weather-mouth
high above her,
perched perfect as a statue,
she is.
I am such an ardent gardener
I make the flowers bloom in winter,
and the curve of her smile to follow,
the woman adores the orchids
she wears on her body,
and daisies in her hair,
and roses on the countertop.
the petals fall and collect,
every daisy, rose… her orchids
I bloom them,
they blossom for me only- like I am
a ready bee
dancing pollen off my feet for her.
Surviving the April showers,
to grow flowers in December,
each petal curved like
the smile on her face.
@ angel rosen
#4bis – Life Source – Life Force
Nothing nature creates
Is ever a draft
Always perfect
From the first thought
From the first time
Imagined ideal
Born ideal
Like you like me
Ideal as a dream
Dream as a flame
In your heart
Desiring the world
Born ideal
Like me like you
Nothing is ever perfect
Nor imperfect
Nature is Mother
Of all ideal
Made come true
True is our ideal
Dream come true
Nothing can attack
Nothing can start
Destroying
The Life in your heart
The life in your heart
Is ever perfect, more than
Perfect can be
The life in your heart
Is always in me
So purely tenderly
Nothing nature creates
Is ever a draft
Always perfect
From the first thought
From the first time
Imagined ideal
Born ideal
Like you like me
Ideal as a dream
hour 4 poem
sailing
over the moon…
the moon trembles
under his oars…
their boat
creates
a moon eclipse
before
the waterlily leaves…
Wife of Judas (12:00 PM)
You are Damned
Calcuable Man.
A sack of sacrifice
strapped to your shoulders.
A handful of silver,
a kiss on Christ’s cheek.
Romans on the road and
you taking us down with you.
Divine in your deception you
smirk at your Holy plan.
Secrets between the two of you
to bless us with salvation.
Yet I, I am left with your seed
and a mouthful of soot.
Apologies, apologies, apologies,
regret to fill our bellies.
No water or wine.
No bread, no fish.
No absolution from
your sacred sin.
I am a shadow of your House.
Dirty floor, dirty feet.
A rabid wolf at the threshold
snapping at my bones.
Thirty pieces of silver,
stars in my darkened sky.
Flung at the boots of soldiers
marching you to your demise.
Oh Precious Martyr, I your Misses.
Wherefore lies the fault in your foolishness?
Did you find eternal life at the
end of that rope in the Yew tree?
Fragile Poem 4
My love is fragile
like the wings of butterflies
often smeared with tears
If You Say So
So, the earth is round
the sun does not go round the earth
the moon is not another planet
So, I believe angels roam the earth
I believe we each have guides that nudge us
I believe what you call a scientific discovery
is but the awakening of a previous knowledge
So, I think this life is but passing
I’m here for just a little while
I think my home away from here
in the stars is waiting
So, yes gravity exists
yes, for every action,
there is an equal and opposite reaction
and yes, opposites attract
But, I know for sure
in my home base in the belt of Orion
lies ties that bind and yearn
urging me to learn what
I came here to learn
and come on home, quick fast!