PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

every time you walk into a room my heart starts

to race

tell me why when I am around you

I always feel like an angel with a dirty face

a mere child playing house

dress-up and or make believe

the termination of a strong bonding emotion

shows no reprieve

these thoughts of you and me I would be better

off to divorce

why do I always know ahead of time the outcome

of this emotional collision course

the passionate hue of your hypnotic blue gaze

has many a time before caused my blood pressure

to boil and raise

and had me staring off into space

not knowing what dream or fantasy next to chase

I wish to be your love but not at the cost of

crimping your style

the many beautiful women you date I could never

rival

I love you, Stupid!

no one for me need ever to play cupid

you are my inspiration for the written poetic word

and that is a grand thing to have

it's a soothing balm for the heart

equivalent to the soul full of the sweet Jesus' own

serenic salve

you are my dapper dapper agent to debonair

there's that certain sasse' about you that one

finds so very rare

I ask the' to forgive me if this poem has fallen

into the pit of the tired and the trite

with my numbed and not so alert mind I must now

fight

the ultimate rejection is almost complete in its

utter perfection

if I am indubitably wrong

strike these words and make the necessary

correction

I have never claimed to be Einstein or Bach

but my intellect is guilty in its partnership

to my current emotional block

simplicity is the key

when placed in the right setting

but don't think that this cat

out of this back I am letting........

(written Jan 11,1991)