OPEN MIC ENCORE I
August 5, 2004
SWEET BLUE RAIN
GREGORY W. GOLDEN
One day if I could open up my eyes
Watching you walk in the sweet blue rain
Wearing cotton blue jeans and a cute white blouse
Splashing blue rivers upon your window pane
Smelling fresh flowers in the marketplace
A funny thing happened
On our way through the park
Things that you do with your blue smile
Loving you this time will take awhile
Let's walk again
In the sweet blue rain
by Linda Preston
In New York in the endless rain
I knew a man
Though his face has been washed away now
Who fingered my damp hair
Traced a rain drop down my cheek
Then walked away
And didn't look back
Walking, waiting for sunset at the beach..
The Lovely Tabu, in my reach
Hand in hand our feelings buried...
Then some chick asked us if we were married
I felt impressed with her question
And I blushed at her suggestions
Then I said no and we were on our way
With only 30 minutes left in the day
We walked and talked smiled and flirted with our eyes
We walked and talked, wearing no disguise
It was just us, the world didnít matter, didnít care who could see
It was just we; no shame no guilt, two birds flying free
We came to a lifeguard post so we walked its steps
Reaching the top with maybe twenty minutes left
Twenty minutes left till sunset, oh what to do?
Well that's easy, let me hold and kiss Tabu
Tangled lips and tongues, close together hip to hip
My arms around her body with such a firm grips
As I stood there kissing the one I adore I had no worries on my mind
I was held and kissed by her I could not believe it, a beauty so divine
I just have to say you are special and I am glad we braided and met
And I want you to know that that was a sunset I will never forget...
There she stood amid the jars
Waist high across the bar
Bathed in lamplight soft and won
Here smile eclipsed and kissed the sun
And in here cheeks of amber brown
A poppy flush that waned a frown
Warmed a heart and lit the ground
A lantern to here beauty
Eyes bright passion deep
Soft so warm began to speak
Telling me be gentle friend
This is real and not pretend
Thus she stood amid the jars
The prettiest girl of all the bars
Praise be luck she smiled for me
The prettiest smile for all to see
How could I not have loved her
You stretch out your arm
and hold me at that distance
There I dance, a drunk ballerina
intoxicated by your attention
No matter how restrained you try to remain,
I bask in the warmth of your words
honeyed prose washing over me like the tide
What am I doing?
This can't and won't go anywhere.
Yet when I feel ready to end this game
and live again in the bright light of day
I am drawn back, mysteriously, magnetically
But now the heat has gone
What was once searing and intense
is now polite and superficial
I dance the final steps
For me, this is not enough
my soul stretches into infinity,
where you touch it and stroke it and
then send it back to me, soothed.
who are you? who am I?
sublime desire mounting through
beautiful words and two unplugged minds.
two souls reaching out,
their ethereal fingers intertwine...
you're plugged into me -
anticipation, elation, hesitation, levitation and abbreviation.
our mutation of souls is an
effervescent cauldron of
you tingle me!
Peace Of Mind
You humble me with your honesty.
I'm enchanted by your simplicity.
Your this passion that feeds my
happiness into peace. Leaves me
entering elements of your texture,
I see, I feel , I taste your love.
Bringing me upon high wings that
zoom into your loom. An awakening
of kind mind, relaxation and total
connection. Mental stimulation,
physical motivation and emotional
appreciation. He takes me on a
different route. He takes me for
walks, as we make are own meditation.
Diving into each others souls,
shuffling in and out of each others skin.
The deepness has my soul answering your
name. This passion that feed my inner
happiness into peace. Leaving me entering
elements of your texture beautiful tapestries
and drapes of faith. Your very clever for
what you develop. As you magnify my latitude
of your mental appreciation, physical
stimulation and emotional motivation.
WHAT WE ARE ENTITLED TO
PETER FLYNN EAST AURORA, NY
Over time and as a product of our sacrifices and experiences
We make deposits in our entitlement account.
The more we do, the more we are owed.
What I am entitled to.
Every romantic gesture and good deed is supposed
To be repaid or at least acknowledged and thanked for.
However, withdrawals are never made from this account.
It is a one-way street.
When expectations and routine prevent me from being my best,
I never make amends.
Never deposit in her entitlement account.
That is not the way it works.
And even though you say this in not about me,
I canít help but examine what a shrewd banker I have been.
My account is overflowing.
I am entitled to so much.
Funny, the damnedest thing has happened
The one I took for granted has pulled away.
Looking back, it is not surprising.
Now how, smart guy, good banker, do you get her back?
If she could see how I think of her.
If she could see herself the way I see her,
She wouldnít hate herself and need time.
What is she entitled to?
After this hurt can I give her time?
Is it in my best interests?
There you go again, shrewd banker.
What WE are entitled to?
I goosed Mother Goose and now I'm Father Gander
after I goosed Mother Goose, I couldn't have felt grander
now we have a little one running 'round the pen,
it keeps her so busy, I wonder if we'll ever do it again.
That's ok I'll keep holding the torch,
and the next time it rains, I'll take a duck under the porch.
"Wipe Yo Tears"
By: Lamont Brooks
The world is kinda krazy if you look around yo way, how teenaged girls
Is having babies everyday 14 15 trying to take care of a child you
Should've thought about that before out there running wild; now the
Daddy don't want to help leaving you all by yoself messin around
With this guy who only thinks about himself; now you sittin in yo room
Don't know to much to do; my mother raised 2 by herself so I know what
You're going through; but me personally I'm sorry and I mean that from
Tha heart; cause I know you can't see daylight if you looking in the dark;
Sittin at yo house in yo room at yo home arguing wit this guy about child
Support on the phone but he steady keep on sayin girl you know that baby Ain't
mine but you was a virgin when yall sexed but I hate to say it
You wasted yo time on this petty kat who don't know you need help
Just don't do nuttin krazy like comittin suicidal death
Baby girl wipe yo tears
painful not to have
the object of the obsession
constantly at hand
hunting them down
brought to the ground
by crushing defeat
driven to ending it
past the returning point
blood still boiling
pounding in the brain
need something to ease the pain
She trusted him to lead the way but she had no clue
That soon to her dismay the life of love would go away
The day would come when she would see a different side of him
The bottle became his best friend and for her a swinging hand
The life she dreamed went up in smoke there on the kitchen floor
Soon she had enough of him and his new best friend
And so she laid a plan of how she would defend
She would rip his world apart by using only words
So with her tongue she took a swing with the sharpest sword
Each word was like a hammer beating on his heart
And when she had finished she had broken it a part
As they stood watching their life go down the drain
They wondered how they got there and who was to blame
How sad it is the love they feel will never be a flame
Neither one willing to forgive the others shame
Now they go their separate ways with child or two in tow
And to the four winds scattered this shattered dream will blow
Their dream he made a nightmare this fragile family breaks
And like she always said he would one day alone he wakes
I'm taken back to the moments we shared,
the laughs we had all our fond memories.
I'm taken back to the memories I have of you as a child,
the way you looked, the way you smiled and the way you laughed.
Taken back to all of those wonderful years of knowing you,
knowing the man, the person and the gift that is you.
No one will know the pain in my hurt.
No one will know the way you shaped the man you see today.
No one will know how much of a hero you where to me.
But I'll always be taken back to good times we shared.
ANOTHER MOMENT OF SOLITUDE
As I lie on my bed and begin to reminisce,
The thrills and chills that we shared,
the joys and sorrows that we went through.
Now they are gone; The loneliness bites.
A tear flows down my cheek and the next thing I know,
It's eight hours later and time to go to work.
Another moment of solitude.
Today is Saturday; oh what a day
Sun is shining bright and people are all about.
What a lovely day to go to the park,
or take a bus ride past vast fields of hay
or maybe have a picnic next to the brook.
But what's a great moment unless it is shared?
What's the point of fun if you can't have it ?
Life never remains the same; change is inevitable
People come and go; seasons too
Once we were together, now they are sadly gone,
and some of them are sadly deceased.
My heart is heavy as I contemplate
the next moment of solitude.
See them again
The hardest thing is having to leave someone you
care about and who care about you.
You formed this bond and now it's over.
You'll probably see them again but when, months,
years, who's to say.
When you leave and now you are without them, feeling alone, knowing no one can
fill there place, it's hard.
But one thing you have to remember the time you shared no matter how short or
There is always sunshine after the rain.
You'll just have to believe no matter when, no matter how far away, one day
you'll see them again.
If you have a child
love it tender not mild
please don't go and grow apart
and also break that child's heart
I LOVE YOU
so what are you going to do?
My empty cage
The night, without moonlight, glimmers sadly
As the fiery stars strive to light up the silent sky.
My heart smears crimson tears upon the cold night,
Mourning as my queen waves to me, good bye.
The orange ember has ceased glowing at night;
I sail like a blind, tailess comet, to a destination
Where happiness blooms as lonesomeness dies,
Where daylight forever dwells.
My world, empty and lifeless without her;
Daffodils fold up their yellow wings
As they watch my tears trickle upon the gloomy faÁade of the universe;
Leaves wither one after another, then fall off their branches.
Love has died and is buried in yesterdayís golden blaze.
DATE WITH MY SOLDIER
I wrote this poem for my boyfriend in Iraq. Thought other
spouses/girlfriends might enjoy it.
walked hand in hand
it was a
warm summer night
we ended up
in the park
seemed so right
down a blanket
led me to sit
my face so sweetly
kissed my lips
fingers through my hair
in my heart
upon my neck
moment, we aren't apart
your chest and arms
playfully tease your thighs
you tell my
that you love me
as you gaze
into my eyes
Now the perfect
night must end
I hold in
my heart and soul
of this day
you will be home
and it will
be so surreal
as I hold
you in my arms
you how I feel
We may be
but for a
moment today soldier
I was with
to me safely
enjoyed our date
For to hold
you closely to me,
now I will
close my eyes
just so I
can see you.
Best Friend I ever had
By Kevin Alexander Solis
I Swear you are the best friend I ever had.
All that you did I will never forget and I will always appreciate.
Thank you for always being there even in the bad.
Sometimes I stay up and wonder if you are my soul mate.
In my eyes you will always be the most reliable,
The one with a heart so tender and righteous.
You are so admirable;
Oh and by the way your lips are so delicious.
I have began to love everything about you;
You are so unique,
And if you were all mine Iíd be so true to you.
You are the sexiest girl even sexier then the girl from clinque.
With your star gazed brown eyes,
And those luscious sexy thighs.
To me I will always view you as an angel sent from heaven.
I swear you are so pretty.
You will always be an angel 24/7.
I wish you were here next to me.
Because every second that you are not near me,
Itís like a punishable misery.
Before I could have never pictured today.
Now I picture us like this everyday.
Its not a plan I am making its our destiny;
And if you leave me;
You are going to delay our destiny.
Baby you will always be in my heart.
Because you are the best friend Iíve ever had,
And you know I will always appreciate that,
Because you will always be the best friend Iíve ever had.
LETTER TO YOU
When I think of you, I always think of black.
The color fit you so well...
and not just because it looked so great on you.
The next color is red.
You were always either mad or in love with something...
and I was always mad or in love with you.
Isn't it weird how two such opposites can be linked by the same color?
It makes them both related somehow.
Love = RED = mad.
'There's a thin line between love and hate'.
That proverb never applied so well before I met you...
By the end of the year, I hated you.
I hated you so much that I couldn't even say good-bye
when you left for college.
I just stood there, while everyone else crowded around,
hugging, asking for e-mail addresses so they could write to you.
I don't have that privilege...
So I'm sending this out into cyber-space.
Maybe, someday, you'll find it and try and guess who it was...
but, just in case you canít, here's a hint.
I'm the cute one.
Sometimes I think if I could go back in time I would do things differently
I would make you and I share things intimately
I would let you know that I wanted to be with you
And that I loved everything you do
I would have told you the things I kept deep down inside
Instead of running away and finding ways to hide
I would have let you know why we couldnít be
Because I couldnít love you like you did me
I didnít want to hurt you so I stayed away
And in my dreams was where these feelings would have to stay
After those sometimes pass I begin to see things clearly
And I realize that I do love you dearly
But those feelings canít mean more than friends
It just has to be that way, this it where it has to end
I gave you my heart
In return I had to give you my life
Cause when you left me
You left me to die
I donít think thatís a fair trade at all
I let you have my body
In return I had this feeling of shame
Cause when you left me
You threw me aside
It is not a fair trade at all
Now your back asking for my soul
In return you ripped my spirit apart
Cause when you left
I was left in the cold
Now do you think thatís a fair trade at all?
I wonít give you anymore of me
Since thereís nothing left of me I can give
Still if you ask me I give all again
Cause I know Iíll a just a piece of you
Iím a fool but for me it will do
I turn no more
Mine eyes long live
Its majesty I outgrew
The luminance of the city
Which behold my first breath
Castaway into the strangersí soil
A place never told by an old saying
Pierced my solitude,
I sighed , I watched
A depth Poseidon proclaimed
Through my soul, it bent
Into my surprise
Have felt the welcome among my fellow
For a child played by its wildest fantasy
Far have it brought me
Still eyes of mine hover
Like a tamed glance upon Batangas earnest
Slowly court my mellow heart
Like a protagonist journey,
I stood, threw my last look
Now, back to the old city
I miss though,
Chase by memories,
shall I pledge
where silence born
to a bed of sand, I shall lie.
Was it the expression
or too much aggression
Was it the repression
with too much affection
that led to the defection
of our love?
Nick "Daimon" Koivisto
ONE DAY A TEAR DROP WILL FALL FROM THE SKY
AND ON THAT DAY, OUT OF JOY, I WILL CRY
WITHIN MY ARMS IíLL HOLD YOU TIGHT
AND AS YOU OPEN YOUR EYES TO ME YOUíLL KNOW EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT
ONE DAY I WILL PLANT MY SEED
AND WATCH YOU GROW INTO THIS LOVE THAT I NEED
IíLL COME HOME FROM WORK AND PUT YOUR LITTLE PALM IN MINE
WEíLL GO FOR WALKS, TALK, ENJOY LIFE, AND FORGET ABOUT TIME
PUT YOUR LITTLE PALM IN MY MASSIVE HAND
IíLL TEACH YOU THE WAYS OF LIFE SO THAT YOUíLL UNDERSTAND
WHEN YOUR SICK AND IíVE GOT SLEEPLESS NIGHTS
ITíLL BE SUCH A GORGEOUS SIGHT TO SEE YOU SLEEP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
WHEN WE COME HOME FROM OUR WALKS IN THE PARK
AND YOUR MOMS COMPLAINING ABOUT HER STRETCH MARKS
WEíLL SMOTHER HER WITH HUGS AND KISSES AND SAY SHEíS STILL BEAUTIFUL, SO
SO PUT YOUR LITTLE PALM IN MINE AND ENJOY THE NIGHT
YOUR LOVE FROM ME IS WORTH MORE THAN GOLD
AND IT WILL CONTINUE TO GROW AS YOU GET OLD
LIKE THE CATS IN THE CRADLE AND THE SILVER SPOON WEíLL STAY OUT TOGETHER AND
WATCH THE MOON
TUCK YOU IN BEFORE YOU GO TO BED
BUTTERFLY KISSES UPON YOUR FOREHEAD
NEVER MISS A DANCE RECITAL OR LITTLE LEAGUE GAME AND EVEN IF I DID IíD LOVE
YOU ALL THE SAME
SO PUT YOUR LITTLE PALM IN MINE AND COME WALK WITH ME
MY HAPPINESS YOUíLL SURE SEE
I KNOW HOW MUCH YOUíLL WANT TO CELEBRATE
THE DAY AFTER YOU FINALLY GRADUATE
IíLL PROVIDE THE ALCOHOL BUT ONLY BEFORE EIGHT
AND AS LONG AS FRIENDS BE SURE TO DESIGNATE
AND IF YOUR PROM DOESNíT GO AS PLANNED
PUT YOUR LITTLE PALM IN MY HAND
IíLL LOCK AWAY MY HEART AND GIVE YOU THE KEY
AS LONG AS YOU SAVE THE LAST DANCE FOR ME
SO PUT YOUR LITTLE PALM IN THE CENTER OF MY HAND
AND ONE DAY YOUR FATHER YOUíLL UNDERSTAND
YOUíLL MOVE OUT OF MY HOME
AND HAVE KIDS OF YOUR OWN
AND ALL THE THINGS I WILL HAVE DONE YOUíLL UNDERSTAND
ONE DAY WHEN YOU KIDS PUT THEIR LITTLE PALMS IN THE CENTER OF YOUR HAND
I love you.
I love you more than I could
Ever possibly imagine, or say.
I love you more than the night
Loves to greet the morning sunlight
I love to give you sweet kisses,
And touch the tip of your cute button nose.
I love it when your cheeks flush
When I say "I love you."
I love to see how it glows.
I love the way that you smile.
The way laughter fills you
With such happiness and joy.
I love you Noah, you are truly special.
You are my most favorite little boy.
I love the way you act silly,
How you love to run and hide and play.
I love it even when you sometimes act bad,
And try to get away.
I love when you read to me,
All of your stories and books about history.
I love it when you paint and write and draw
I love to watch as you try to drink
Slurpees out of a straw.
Oh Noah, I do love you.
Truly, I do.
You are my life, the reason why I live.
I give you my love.
My heart to you, I give.
As i woke up, i see the sky
it was so clear, like i see in my dreams
the grass is green, and the wind is blowin'
the plants are growing, while the birds are singin'
the day is perfect, for me to think
a wonderful lady, who's very lovely
that' caught my heart, and make me happy
i hope she's the one, the one for me
that GOD has sent, to be my queen
but when the sun start to fall,
and the moon start to glow
i feel a little sad, because one thing i know
that the queen of my heart, the lady of my dream
doesn't even know, that i exist....
Too much to concentrate
Too much to consumerate
Like food, and thinkin' stuff.
Too much to cover,
The Holy Grail, crackers stale.
Oh Baby, it's all most over
I gotta just sit and wait
Imagine the Cliff's of Dover
Red Rover, I'm comin' over.
Swallowed by the night,dusk claims the sun,
cloaking us in darkness,till the clouds come undone.
falling upon the earth, its shadows take us in,
holding us so tightly, til the sunj shines again.
The moon comes out to play,danceing with the stars,
children catching moonbeams,collecting them in jars.
like fireflies all aglow,brilliant is the night,
the moon now bows its head,and welcomes mornings light.
Dawn has made its presence,its colors spray the sky,
diamonds spill upon the sea,,, as darkness takes its flight.
Of all of Gods creations,
you are by far the best,
of all the wonders of the world....
It's you, that takes my breath.
THOUGHTS OVER LONGINGS
My thoughts haunt me
Deep longings, high dreams
My mind lurks in
Evil desires, complicated notions
A whirlpool of ghostlike thoughts
My enemy, my friend
I should turn off
My mind, stop the voices
But then, all of me
Will in the drastic process
The Great Break Up
Andre Darnell Sisk
the old saying goes
it is better to have loved
then to never have known it
but what about the tears that fall
every time I think I've out grown it
with the breaking of the heart
comes the fallen of a thousand stars
so now up above the sky is dark
as I wonder where you are
The time ain't the same
since you been away from me
the clock says 11:48
but it seems like eternity
although wounds will heal
if its the lords will
it's best to keep movin
to make it over that hill
the only real reason why I must stay away
is that I know I hurt you
and you'll find another some day
But if in fact it is ment to be
then fully intact you'll come back to me.
even if not
even if nope
my feeling for you are still hot
and yours for me thats all I can hope.
I love you
--To All who can relate---
By:Tim C. Wagner
Trapped inside a hollow shell,
full of hate and fear.
I search deep inside my soul,
but the answers are not here.
As i sit in solitude,
i shed a lonely tear.
Because I am not there with you,
and because you are not here.
Emotions from the sins within
Potions from the one named "him"
Days of smiles, and rides of laughter
Happiness a drug, and I its martyr.
still...tonight, moonglow right
cast the characters of the night
illuminate eternal beds
stir the souls of the dead
soft breeze gently, sweetly host
bygone legions of weary ghosts
swaying slow through sprawling mist
kiss the stones, cascade the crypts
rise up now! rise my friends
rise in light of beveled ends
dance with me through moonglow right
dance with me for tonight
hold me close light of blue
as close as i've held you
in summer dreams long ago
where we've learned all to know
of your light eternal beds
and the dance of the dead
by: Jennifer McAvoy
Love actually is what?
God is love.
Love is more than words.
Love is giving.
Love is unconditional.
Love is honest.
Love is forgiving.
Love is trusting.
Actually, what is not love?
Love is not fearful.
Love is not selfish.
Love is not deceitful.
Love is not lust.
Where is love actually found?
Love is found in family.
Love is found in friends.
Love is found in marriage.
Love is found in airports.
Love is found in all sorts.
Love actually is all around,
it's just waiting to be found!
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