- Non-Erotic Poetry
- It Was So Long Ago
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It was so long ago, so much attention
Warm sunlight on my skin beams
To give and receive love and affection
From the man of my dreams
Qualities of him that shone
To be ones that I admired and honed
Being in love one tends to dismiss
The undesirable traits
That one cannot fix
He was a handsome man
A funny man
A well-toned figure of a man
A gentle giving man
A quick thinking man
An endearing sweet man
Whose love had no match
With him, I could be happy
What's not to like
An amazing catch
Yet he craved still to be more
And he thought and fought
To get it all right
And keep the light
Beaming
All the while not seeing
That he already had it alright.
So off into the night he rode
Gold Classic Mustang
And all belongings in tow
A new life to etch ahead
A new perfect love in his bed
Now I am deliriously happy
Because the dawn brought clarity
It is ever so true, love being blind
Even though I felt left behind
At that time
He would never be happy
With himself nor with me
He buys new shiny things
And feels compelled to tell,
At the same time not realizing
How transparent is his hell
The light must emerge from within,
And not from store bought brim
Wrapped in shiny paper
Delivered to him.
And not found in some caper
Designed to manipulate and undrape her
So long ago, I felt his love light
Deep within and it poured out upon me
Warming my skin
That's when he got it right
Before he drove off into the night
Only to find
That love is blind
And life is what you make of it
In the present
Not what you leave behind
Not store bought tits
Nor a Cameron smile
Nor image of a perfect someone
All the while surfing the net
Constantly searching and
Striving to forget
On a pedestal here is where he sits
Online writing and longing to be liked
Needing to be loved and adored
He sees that "the masses don't
Know the real me"
If they did, they might be floored
9/19-07
- COMMENTS
WhiteWave48over 16 years agoYou've suggested so much of the personality of this man, and so much of what the poet has lost as her man drove away in his gold Mustang to seek the brighter things in life. It's a sad, wistful poem, suggesting what might have been for both people. Thanks for the read.
Anonymousover 16 years agoWhat you menopausal women need is a bit of young dick,wnat a young man needs is a menopausal woman. I KNOW JIMBO [Love to meet you I, have thought of writing my autobiograpy but nobody would bekieve me]
BOSTONFICTIONWRITERover 16 years agoGeez, if I didn't know any better I would think this poem is about...me.
"Nah!"
Only, I'm glad that it ended happily and not ended instead...
I shot Fred
In the head
Now, he's dead
I'm off to bed.
The End
Uhm, good poem, I think.
Anonymousover 16 years agoHere is a true account of a time gone by, but kept alive through memories and terms and words of endearment. Most can relate as we have all been there. In love with someone considered dear that for some reason cannot return it in full, but gave in so many ways. Excellent and bittersweet.
