But the papers read divorce and she's trying to pick me clean.
Pacing on the concourse with divorce on your mind,
Wondering when did our love lose all of it shine,
Thinking that your Iove was special, one of a kind,
But even special diminishes over the course of time.
Questions, regrets, neglects, important dates you'd forget,
This was the woman you vowed to love, honour and protect,
You had your issues like when her hearing seemed select,
But you loved her and never showed any disrespect.
Times are getting harder while you knew life wouldn't be perfect,
Your commitment never wavered and never made her upset,
Sign or not while pacing back and forth on the concourse,
Nobody ever wants to believe love'll leave with a divorce.
She still might love you but again it's all her choice,
Maybe she would know it if she could only hear your voice,
Pacing back and forth while never wanting love to die on the concourse,
Nobody ever wants to believe love'll leave with a divorce.
In My Mind: I simply was thinking of the word "concourse" in my mind and wanted to write something using the word. This was actually the second last poem I wrote when I finished compiling all the poems I was going to put in this book. It became a jumbled mess initially and I eventually settled on the feeling on love ending and how sad it can be on an individual. This is not a personal feeling regarding divorce as I've never been married but simply put, I needed to rhyme concourse with something. I hope that made you laugh or smile.
Dragons and Tigers
My glass is empty again with ice cubes slowly melting,
Strobe lights, glazed eyes, leaving is what I'm contemplating,
Another round and ever changing music and lighting,
I may be dazed but suddenly a sight hits me like lightning.
People part just enough as we make eye contact,
Fire in her eyes has me stunned on how to react,
See turns to reveal her dress has a hole in its back,
There I see a dragon at the top and a tiger at the bottom ready to attack.
The hole is a circle which the tattoo fits perfectly in,
Studying them carefully I wonder who would win?
The tiger looks bigger but the dragon has more teeth along its chin,
It's almost like witchcraft the way I see them moving on her skin.
But it seems to be her body moving as another song begins,
Feeling like a hunter with a cheeky tooth grin,
Like I'm the animal that's stalking my prey,
Watching the tattoo dance, as I watch her hips sway.
Dragons and Tigers fighting on the dance floor,
Swiping at each other with their paws and claws,
The more she moves has them snapping their jaws,
Wanting to sneak up on her and softly roar.
I see her looking back over at me like come here,
Wanting to put my arm around and pull her near,
Then dance close like there's nothing to fear,
Even with dragons and tigers fighting so near.
But the moment I stand has someone crossing the part,
Suddenly the music stops and it all goes dark,
I just stand still because that seems smart,
When fires start to rise and she's clearly been the spark.
She's moving like the music's on as the flames keep burning strong,
Every movement like it won't be long till the fire's all gone,
She's getting hotter but not touching the light,
Like she's the tiger trying to win this fight.
Spinning around and dropping to her knees fills the room,
Lights, music, people all appear like kaboom,
Then she's disappeared without leaving a clue,
Who was that girl with the dragon and tiger tattoo?
Cry Dream (Part 2)
The sky is the bluest I've ever seen and the grass so green,
Sitting on a blanket with nothing but the best day I've seen,
My girl is sitting with me while our daughter throws rocks in the stream,
I can't see my girls face because she's facing away between my jeans.
Pebbles skipping and larger rocks making more of a splash,
We watch our daughter being a child and it makes us laugh,
I smell my girl's hair, kiss her head then lay back and crash,
Eyes closed but ears open, still smiling with every splash.
A gentle breeze runs over and I feel my arms get goose bumps,
My daughter calls out to me to watch her do rope jumps,
Reciting school yard rhymes to make sure she keeps her time,
How did I get so lucky to have 2 beautiful women to call mine?
My heart beating faster and my smile never leaving my face,
I say that I never ever want to leave this place,
I feel my girl move and lay on top of me, her fingers playing with my hair,
She says I never have to as long as I just lay there.
I go to open my eyes and lean up hoping for our eyes to meet,
That's when I miss her eyes but feel her lips on my cheek,
Suddenly I come out of my sleep as my alarm clock beeps,
Only to wipe a tear from where my girl kissed my cheek.
In My Mind: Cry Dream from Volume 1, is one of my favourite poems that I have ever written. I always felt like I would love to have a daughter and a woman that I would love for the rest of my life. In the first poem, I primarily focused on my dream daughter and felt that the poem deserved a part 2. In honesty, this is the poem I wanted to write but not the part 2 that the first poem deserved in my opinion. I still loved writing this poem but in my mind it felt a little forced and didn't hit my heart as much as the original.
I Love Your (Racy)
I love how you make my heart get all racy,
Just by how you're looking drives me crazy,
I love how you make what you're wearing look racy,
Just by how you're looking drives me crazy.
I love your black top under a white shirt with skirt,
I love your hair up and glasses and how with me you flirt,
Do you mind if I whisper something a little closer?
You're the kind of girl I'd love to see on a poster.
I love your ways in everything you say and do,
I love your boots, your heels and everything on you,
Everything becomes a blur and I get all spacey,
It's amazing how you make my heart get all racy.
I love how you make my heart get all racy,
Just by how you're looking drives me crazy,
I love how you make what you're wearing look racy,
Just by how you're looking drives me crazy.
I love your smile, your smirks and even your frown,
Makes me want to do anything to turn it around,
I love your voice and all your cute little sounds,
You are like a tour guide the way I follow you through town.
I love your fire within, that lights up your passion,
I already said it but I love all of your fashion,
My heart beats so fast looking at you and I get all spacey,
It's amazing how you make my heart get all racy.
Lovely looking lady that's draped in everything lacy,
Looking in my eyes makes my heart all racy,
Just by how you're looking drives me crazy,
Lovely looking lady that makes me all racy.
In My Mind: Another poem that I just wanted to have a little fun with. It sort of marked a point in my mind where I decided I wanted to pursue writing an erotic poetry book at some point. It simply incorporates certain turn-ons I have thought about over the years and that rush a guy can experience. Hence why I called it "racy"
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The Greatest Love
The greatest love is in their eyes,
Lost in the vastness like stars in the sky,
The greatest love is in their words,
When we only hear truths and never a lie.
The greatest love is in their touch,
It can't say a word but it always says so much,
The greatest love is in their lips,
That we look at and always want to kiss.
The greatest love is in their mind,
That we see in their passion at times,
The greatest love is in their choices,
They make decisions for us without hearing our voices.
The greatest love is when they say it every day,
Even when they don't say it we know they love us anyway,
The greatest love is when they share theirs,
When it's not you and I but when it's ours as a pair.
The greatest love is in their heart,
The greatest love is in their soul,
They opened up the greatest love to us,
Now it's up to us to never let our greatest love go.
In My Mind: When I wrote this I just owed it to myself and my past to think of just love. I owed it in my mind to love to simply express it in the greatest way I knew I could. Keeping it personal but for everyone to embrace.
Audio Letter
I miss that old fashion day of hand written material,
Too many emails and text messaging seems almost criminal,
Seeing how you write is another part I want to know about you,
But let's meet in the middle and I'll record my letter like I'm reading to you.
Let you hear my voice showing emotion and concern,
Feel the love in my voice and how much for you I yearn,
Must always have a P.S. with more kisses and hugs to follow,
Maybe I just might send you another one tomorrow.
I'd write you every day and record what I say,
You can pick your favourite letters to repeat and play,
Send you sound bytes of little phrases like I love you,
So anywhere, any time of day, you can hear me say I love you.
It's not exactly written but I wanted you to hear how I feel,
So you can believe ever word is sincere and real,
Be deep from the heart and funny moments light as a feather,
One day, I'll get to write you my audio letter.
Kisses On The Window
It goes right to your heart when you are just trying to feel a little love,
Looking for any sign that you don't feel like you've been snubbed,
I look out the window and watch the glass slowly fog with each breath,
Wonder if I'll find a message on one for me so I don't feel neglect.
I'm breathing on windows to hopefully find kisses for somebody,
But pretend they are for me because otherwise to me it's a mystery,
So I might as well accept them because you shouldn't let a kiss go,
I'm just staring out through the glass hoping someone left kisses on the window.
Sitting on the train I'm looking through the doors at a girl in the next carriage,
Take a moment to day dream of vacationing with her in a getaway cottage,
Wonder if she'd turn and look at me so we both could give a look a go,
Then fog up the door glass and leave her kisses on the window.
I want to leave kisses on a window for you to know you are loved,
I want to leave kisses on a mirror for you with a whole lot of hugs,
I want to leave kisses for you everywhere including your phone,
Kisses for you everywhere so you will never feel alone.
In My Mind: I got the inspiration for this poem over the course of a few days standing next to the train door. On the colder days, the glass against the door would fog and then a few days later I would find myself sitting down on my way home and looking at a girl through the carriage doors. It just gave me an idea that it'd be so sweet, or creepy, if someone would happen to breathe on the glass to fog it and then put kisses "X" on it. It would be about a week or two later but one day in the morning on the way to work, the doors would fog again and I happened to catch that someone had written the word "love" amongst other random words. There was no this name loves that name. Just the word "love".
What's Your Name?
God I wish I could just ask you your name,
Without feeling like it'd make you feel disdain,
The look in your eye putting me to shame,
Maybe I should hold up a sign saying "What's your name?"
There you are there and another one too,
"What's your name?" is what I want to ask you,
Looking so pretty wishing I had courage to,
Simply say to you, "I'm Jesse. Could I have your name too?"
It's just my mentality and I know it's a lack of belief,
That's why I'm alone and only comforted in my sleep,
Alone with no one to cuddle up to under my sheet,
Knowing a single female's name would be oh so sweet.
Maybe one day I'll find the courage to do more than stare,
To walk over and just say hi rather than just standing there,
Torn between the how is now and the what could be,
If only I could find the courage to show the gentleman in me.
So many faces pass me and so many are so pretty,
Just want to say something to make you smile that's witty,
God I wish I could just ask you your name,
Maybe I should just hold up a sign saying the same.
In My Mind: People that know me know I am really shy around me people. I just have this psychological block in my mind and it's difficult for me to make new friends. However, it's also extremely difficult for me to just talk to females. This poem is sort of a vent of that frustration that I have never approached a woman in my life and relied primarily on internet dating. I've never walked up to a girl in a pub or club to engage in even a small thing like a conversation. That was the primary frustration that gave birth to this poem.
I Hope That Your Man Treats You Right
When I look at you alone I hope that your man treats you right,
I hope he's coming home to hold you close at night,
I hope you can talk to each other and never have a fight,
When I look at you there, I hope that your man treats you right.
Every man wants a woman that'll stand by his side,
But standing there you have no man by your side,
So when you go home I hope your man lies by your side,
Because you look like a good woman and should be by a side.
I hope that your man brings out the best in you,
And spends more time with you than his crew,
Holds your hands and kisses your lips with his hands on your hips,
Showering you with more love than purchasing gifts.
I hope that your man treats you right and makes you smile,
Picks up every phone call you make when you dial,
Has that love in his voice like a special tone,
Reserved for you and has your song set for when you call his phone.
When I look at you I hope that your man treats you right,
I hope he's there for you to hold when you're cold at night,
When I look in your eyes I hope that your man treats you right,
Or maybe I could be that man that'll love you for the rest of your life.
Love Does As Love Does
Her favourite flowers wrapped in her favourite colour,
With a box of her favourite indulgence from her favourite lover,
Before heading off to her favourite restaurant with her favourite dessert,
In her favourite dress, with you in a suit, wearing her favourite shirt.
Love does as love does to make us be,
To show that without you there is no me,
To let you know I'll love you with every opportunity,
Love is as love does and for you comes naturally.
Her favourite songs on a CD to listen to on the drive,
Surprise tickets to her favourite event to go and see live,
To go with you and two more to bring her favourite friends,
Deep centre because it's her favourite spot, not sitting on the ends.
Arriving at her favourite restaurant, she's feeling like a star,
As you pull up to the valet and he takes away the car,
In you go and away to her favourite table,
With awaiting candle and bottle chilled with her favourite label.
Small orchestra to later play her favourite song on her birthday,
Favourite flowers again on the table displayed in a perfect way,
You'll have 2 of all of her favourite dishes on the menu,
Prepared for the odd tear with a pocket full of tissues.
Love does as love does to make us be,
To show that without you there is no me,
To let you know I'll love you with every opportunity,
Love is as love does and loving you come naturally.
In My Mind: This was a poem that was inspired by what I would consider a positive and negative thought. The positive being that a woman should be loved and be noticed by the one she is loved by for being her. The negative was the thought of a girl being manipulated by other females because of things their men do for them and not what is done for someone else. I believe in a woman being loved for them and being given everything they deserve but that negative side can't help but think that some guys aren't in a position to do special things and it isn't thrown in their faces by a woman. But the reality is thrown in the face of a woman by other women. I sit back now and think that it's incredible that such a beautiful poem was born from a balance of a negative and positive thought.
Break Me (But Not My Heart)