Christmas present :)

So, here's My Dad's Christmas Present.  It's not as cool as the Fathers day one, I didn't have the same number of poems to pull from.  Because of that, I also put in a lot of my favorite quotes.  Things that inspire me or just make me happy because someone else expressed a truth so well.
Hope you like it :)

DO NOT READ THIS until you've read ugly baby poemlings 4, 6, 7 and 8. (2 posts back)

Perhaps

The so familiar lines of you

I traced with my fingertips

Through the air

And I wonder

How your tongue purpled with wine

Would taste against the red on mine-

When your mind to pleasure strays

If it met mine, would you stay?

Could you be enough for me

If I would let you try to be…

Useless thoughts,

Left in the dark

Waiting quietly

Until my eyes, filled with adoration

Find (in yours) like declaration.

Crying Shame

(They say) I’m fine now

(But) my heart is still

(drowning in unshed tears)

(Tears) I’ve found (to be)

The (best or the only)

way to save our souls.

I started playing with parenthesizes-read it with and without them. 

Cool or gimmicky? 

when I grow up

I want to be like
Chris
and 
Jenna

Chris and Jenna ya'll, check em out on itunes.  All three of you that read this ;)

Not all thoughts are worth a penny....

check out my first ever attempt at a video blog

and then, the much less cool pieces of poems I haven't taken time to polish or finish, but am now posting so I feel bad that all you can see is phase 1 of the poems and I actually finish them.  Here's hoping that's how this works!

Or I could just say that I"m showing you My Process and that this is how baby poems get born.  They start ugly, then you find the pretty parts, delete the icky stuff, write more, still don't like it, piece together a cohesive poem, then finally pretty the whole thing up.

So, with out further adieu, I present to you Ugly Baby Poems (but don't tell them I said that)

Poemling 1

Empty spaces for ghosts to fill

She left a bassinet, a tiny shoe

The stars may laugh

But angels cry

As I sing this last lullaby

Poemling 2

She caught your eye from across the room

Search light through the crowded gloom

Looking you up and down

She’s the right kind of wrong
 for your dirty dreams

But the wrong kind of right,
clear your head and breath

You’re her knight in shining armor
she’s your drama queen

But better keep your visor down,
Medusa’s best unseen

And if I said she’s just a soul sucking siren-

You’d   nod and agree

With me

But you’re caught by the song that she’s singing

the Dream that she’s weaving

so I can’t see you leaving

With me

Poemling 3

Why do we wish on shooting stars,

the answer to our prayers

That a piece of the great beyond

should deign to fall so near

Why search for gold at the rainbow’s end?

Eyes dredging the muddied ground

While all the gems from caverns deep

In the grey sky are found

Why ask for love from fragmented flowers

We bruise beneath our feet

When one simple rose,  given to her

Your heart could make complete

Poemling 4

Like how your tongue purple with wine

Would taste against the red on mine

And if your brown skin, wet with rain

Can give as much pleasure, as now causes pain

Whether my heart, when under your hand

Would beat too hard for my chest to stand

These things I wonder, I never may know.

Unless my eyes, filled with adoration

Would find (in yours) like declaration.   

Poemling 5

Autumn falls with the evening

Tops of burnt trees still flame,

Setting clouds on fire with brilliant shades

That echoes those of the bonfires

Burning leaves

Poemling 6

The so familiar lines of you

I traced with my fingertips

Through the air

Poemling  7

Every time I love,

I love you.

It’s been too long since you were so close

And I felt your breath through the wind

A petal soft touch that rips sobs from my chest

Wishing you still lived here

It’s been too long since you were so close

Since the curl of you hair brushed my cheek

They say I’m fine now

But my soul is still drowning in my unshed tears

Poemling   8

and

Tears Are often (how often-too often)

The best (or the only) way to save your soul

Poemling   9

The twist of the words on your tongue

The way my eyes look for you around every corner

The way you pay in pounds, not pennies for my thoughts

I really don't like these poems as wholes, but there are pieces in each that I want to pull out and create something beautiful with.  Sometimes it's one line in 20 that I write that will be in the final version.  Sometimes, it's the idea of the whole poem, but no exact lines end up in the final product.  Rarely, a poem just pops out almost perfectly formed (but none of these are that!)

Hopefully, soonish, I'll have progressed somewhere with these and you can see how far they come!