HEY, MR. PRESIDENT


HEY, MR. PRESIDENT!

 

I don’t care whose bomb is bigger,

Get your hands away from the nuclear trigger.

When negotiations fail and all is lost,

There is no way to calculate the cost.

Somewhere in space mixed with cosmic dust,

Life continues to exist only if there’s love and trust.

But hot-headed men with toys of war

Still threaten us with missiles from afar.

Don’t they know that we all will lose,

No matter which weapons we eventually use?

Mr. President, try thinking but do not speak.

Your tweets are empty and very weak.

I don’t care whose toy is bigger,

Get your hands away from the nuclear trigger.

August 29, 2017

 

FRIENDS


I said, “I want to be friends.”
“Don’t you think I’m attractive?” you asked.
“This has nothing to do with that,” I replied.
“Are you rejecting my love?” you asked sadly.
This conversation was already going badly.
We had met two weeks before and shared poetry,
Hers was light and fluffy, lifting the soul.
Mine was darker with shades of gray, all details told.
I expected her opinion, constructive criticism at it’s best,
but I froze when she answered,
“When I read yours, I lost respect for you,” she said matter-of-fact.
“Shades of gray has no place in poetry or prose.
Your poems are disgusting when you have scenes like those.”

“Yours were still beautiful,” yet between the words I said
were my feelings trampled and left for dead.
if she had offered hope for better days
I would be more careful and change my ways.
but I felt condemned and hurt, no turning back.
I thought we were friends. This was a personal attack.
Friends forever, I would still try to do this.

BUT I DIDN’T


I never told you I loved you.

It would have been so simple

To make it very clear.

But I didn’t.

If I had called you dear,

You might have known.

But I didn’t.

I kept my feelings inside

Wrapped in my foolish pride.

Because I loved you.

I didn’t dream your love was so big

That you could love me too.

When I was examined

The doctor implied I was almost dead.

There was nothing he could do.

I thought I was hanging by a thread.

I wanted to tell you I loved you.

But I didn’t.

I underestimated your heart.

Before I died I wanted to be sure

You would be happy with life,

Somebody’s precious wife.

I introduced you to my best friend.

I wish I hadn’t.

The doctor was wrong,

My heart is strong.

And my friend looks very content

With the woman who was meant

For me.

If I had loved you for one fleeting moment

My dreams would be full,

But I didn’t.

 

4/22/2016

Dan Roberson

 

 

 

You Took My Breath Away


Lover I Don't Have to Love
Lover I Don’t Have to Love (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

You Took My Breath Away

 

You were not the most beautiful girl there,

 

But your eyes were expressive and deep.

 

I did not hang on every word you spoke,

 

But inside I made promises to keep.

 

Somehow in those first magic moments

 

My world stopped and you took my breath away.

 

Your eyes, your hair, your sparkling smile,

 

Each silently dared me to dance and stay.

 

In your presence the crowd no longer existed.

 

You had changed my point of view.

 

I turned around and blinked my eyes

 

But all I could see was you.

 

No longer alone even in my dreams

 

You were always by my side.

 

Together we shared our new world

 

Your love filled me with pride.

 

Your mind was on something else,

 

But not on our love each day.

 

I thought we’d love forever,

 

Long after we turned old and gray.

 

You smiled and said you felt great,

 

And you insisted you always will,

 

You looked so serene and so sure,

 

It’s strange your heart stopped still.

 

Each day you took my breath away,

 

But you never shared your pain.

 

And I still love you with all I have,

 

But I may never breathe again.

 

 

I’ll Choose to Burn the Ice Away


Sparks
Sparks (Photo credit: Gnal)

 

I’ll Choose to Burn the Ice Away

 

Why is it so hard to love you?

 

My cold heart snuffs the flames.

 

I want to respond with tenderness and love,

 

And call you sweeter names.

 

 

 

Why do I let the storm win out?

 

My blood rushes to my ears.

 

I want to demonstrate my love for you,

 

And gently wash away your tears.

 

 

 

Why do I disregard the condition of my heart?

 

My priorities have always come first.

 

I want to show you how important you are,

 

And satisfy love’s growing thirst.

 

 

 

Why do I wait to prove my love is true?

 

My motivation to love has been weak.

 

Yet I’m still the man you chose to wed,

 

I can give you the romance you seek.

 

 

 

I’m tired of the excuses I make.

 

My love lies dormant inside.

 

I’ll choose to lead my heart back home,

 

And forget my foolish pride.

 

 

 

I will choose to think good things of you.

 

Sparks of romance will turn to flames.

 

I’ll be thoughtful and you’ll feel loved.

 

Our love will never be the same.

 

 

 

I’ll wake in the morning with thoughts of you.

 

My warmth will seek you out.

 

And all the questions I once had,

 

Love will erase each and every doubt.

 

 

 

If you, too, choose to stir the embers,

 

The flames will reach the sky.

 

For love that learns to burn again,

 

Will grow sweeter as time goes by.

 

 

 

Love Changed Me


Love ? I love love love you.
Love ? I love love love you. (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

 

 

 

Love Changed Me

 

I was running fast and free,

 

Trying to keep you far away.

 

Somehow I lost my point of view.

 

On our first date I wanted to kiss you.

 

Because love inspired me.

 

You said you had a cold but I said it was okay.

 

I could wait for yet another day.

 

You wanted to text during finals of my senior year.

 

I could not risk failing so I refused.

 

But love taught me.

 

By the lake in the heat of summer I proposed.

 

It was too soon and I needed to be patient.

 

I don’t remember who it was

 

That declared I was not good enough.

 

But love improved me.

 

Your leg is draped across my legs.

 

Last night tender words were said.

 

You took up space I reserved for me.

 

But I enjoyed sharing my bed.

 

Love captured me.

 

Your smile was the last thing I remember

 

From our wild and perfect night,

 

During our wedding some things went wrong,

 

But all the things that mattered went right.

 

Because love filled me.

 

There are those who thought our love shouldn’t be.

 

Time will erase all their doubts, if I love you tenderly.

 

Love changed me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What Is This Thing Called Love?


Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Crazy Little Thing Called Love (Photo credit: Kaptain Kobold)

 

 

What is This Thing Called Love

 

What is this thing called love

 

That rips and tears at my heart?

 

Knowing how much love hurts me,

 

Why did I allow love to start?

 

 

 

Yet what is loneliness but a need for love

 

A void that cries to be filled?

 

An absence of love that teases in dreams

 

A restlessness that longs to be stilled?

 

 

 

Why do I have tears late at night

 

Endlessly flowing down my cheeks?

 

Is it because I’m desperate for love

 

And for the companionship my heart seeks?

 

 

 

When will romance come my way

 

Giving me a brand new start?

 

I don’t want to see a barren world

 

With no connections to my heart.

 

 

 

How do I find the one for me

 

Who waits for a heart like mine?

 

Where will I discover what is true

 

And find that new love divine?

 

 

 

I’ll wait and hope for ages yet,

 

I know she is somewhere near.

 

Soon she’ll be within my arms

 

Where I keep things I hold dear.

 

 

 

What is this thing called love?

 

No answer will suffice.

 

For it seems to be a combination

 

Of flames, sacrifice, and ice.

 

 

 

Life’s Mirror


An illustration from page 30 of Mjallhvít (Sno...
An illustration from page 30 of Mjallhvít (Snow White) an 1852 icelandic translation of the Grimm-version fairytale (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Life’s Mirror Is a Friend or Two

 

“You’re incompetent!” he screamed as he sat in his chair,

 

But, oh, how he wished that mirror wasn’t there.

 

He wanted to look regal perched on a throne,

 

But that was impossible when his friends were gone.

 

Tears splashed down his cheeks

 

As he stared up into the sky,

 

“How can my friends show respect

 

To such a fool as I?

 

Throughout my life there was much,

 

I wanted to say and do,

 

I wanted to be a good Samaritan,

 

I’d help someone, it didn’t matter who.

 

I thought I’d take trips to exotic  places

 

But I chose to work instead,

 

By then I had a growing family,

 

and the children needed bread.

 

How can I prove I’m a cultured man?

 

I haven’t traveled very far,

 

All my knowledge is about small town folks,

 

I never claimed to be a star.

 

I thought I’d try to be an example

 

Of how a man should be,

 

But I’ve failed every time with even my best,

 

Because all you get is me.”

 

 

 

He had been confessing to a mirror,

 

That he’d failed every worldly task,

 

“What’s wrong?” I ventured through the open door,

 

Yet I had no need to ask,

 

The old man was surprised to see someone he knew,

 

I considered myself a friend,

 

“I’ve been listening for quite some time,

 

Your self pity needs to end.

 

You’ve raised five kids all alone,

 

You took that burden in stride,

 

I don’t know about the rest of your friends,

 

But I think of you with pride.

 

You coached several teams in summer leagues,

 

You taught some kids to drive,

 

You were there to greet strangers,

 

When they were anxious and newly arrived.

 

You helped families who lost their homes,

 

Or anyone out of luck,

 

Even when you were stretched real thin,

 

Somehow you found a few bucks.

 

You might think you did things wrong,

 

I think you did things right,

 

There’s a crowd gathering in the dark,

 

Could I welcome them in with the light?”

 

One single line came through the door

 

and seemed to stretch for miles.

 

Each person had something good to say,

 

and ended their comments with a smile.

 

“We wanted you to know we learned from you,

 

We always knew your love was wide.

 

All the love we have for you

 

We can no longer keep inside.”

 

The old man’s eyes grew large and dark,

 

He glanced around the hall,

 

“Thank you, my friends, for loving me,

 

For you know I love you all.”

 

He shook the hands of all and each,

 

It filled his heart with pride,

 

Then because he had been deeply touched,

 

He lowered his head and cried.

 

 

 

But She Forgot


The People That Time Forgot (novel)
The People That Time Forgot (novel) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

But She Forgot

 

When her boyfriend broke up with her,

 

She:

 

Cried on my shoulder,

 

Walked with me by the lake,

 

Talked for hours about all the things they did,

 

Wanted me to be there just to hear her breathe,

 

But she forgot I was there.

 

 

 

When she met the man of her dreams,

 

She:

 

Told me how special he was,

 

Wanted me to meet him,

 

Insisted I go shopping with her to buy him gifts,

 

Asked me to help her write love poems (for him),

 

But she forgot I had feelings too.

 

 

 

When he became too busy to be with her,

 

She:

 

Wouldn’t talk to anyone for days,

 

Partied every weekend with her girl friends,

 

Claimed I would be her best friend forever,

 

Moved in with a roommate,

 

But she forgot I cared.

 

 

 

When she became pregnant,

 

She:

 

Needed me to take care of her,

 

Said I would be her son’s godfather,

 

Told me all the things we would do together,

 

Said she wanted to be independent,

 

But she forgot I had always been there for her.

 

 

 

When her boyfriend beat her up,

 

She:

 

Lost her baby,

 

Insisted she still loved him,

 

Asked me to mind my own business,

 

Said I should stay away,

 

But she forgot my heart was broken.

 

 

 

When she was buried,

 

She:

 

Looked very pretty,

 

Said she was sorry,

 

Wished that she loved me,

 

Left a note asking me to take care of her son,

 

But she forgot she didn’t even have to ask.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is it love or Is it Lust?


 

Love ? I love love love you.
Love ? I love love love you. (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

 

One evening as I went for my daily walk,

 

I heard a woman giving a mother-daughter talk,

 

 

 

“Daughter, are you feeling love, or is it simply lust?”

 

Does he inspire confidence, and build your trust?

 

His morals are crude, and a little bit shoddy,

 

He only wants you for your body,”

 

 

 

“He told me if I loved him I would submit,

 

To show my love, I’d just do it,

 

I said if he loved me, he’d not ask,

 

Love is not selfish, nor is it a task,

 

 

 

When his lust is over, will he remain?

 

Is it my heart he wants to retain?

 

In this day and age should I just let go,

 

Or should I be firm and just say no?”

 

 

 

“Daughter, you might think everything is clear,

 

But the danger is when he is holding you near,

 

With love and lust you might get confused,

 

Neither is right if you feel used,

 

 

 

Lust is like a moth circling a flame,

 

Ending in tragedy, always the same,

 

All for a few sweaty moments in time,

 

Nothing permanent, no reason or rhyme,”

 

 

 

“But, mother, I still don’t understand,

 

How will I recognize if he’s the right man?”

 

 

 

“Oh, daughter, there is so much to learn,

 

Lust is a flame that will usually burn,

 

Temporary passion shared in the night,

 

It’s a feeling that hides at dawn’s first light,

 

Lust turns on, then turns off the light,

 

While love continues burning bright,”

 

 

 

“But, mother, my friends insist,

 

That if it feels good, I shouldn’t resist,”

 

 

 

There were things I wished to say,

 

Yet if I spoke I’d be in their way,

 

I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,

 

But this was too interesting to just stop,

 

 

 

I thought, “Love and lust, both four letter words,

 

One is the sweetest word ever heard,

 

‘I love you,’ urges the heart to sing,

 

While ‘I lust you,’ doesn’t mean a thing,”

 

 

 

Her mother continued telling her straight,

 

“If you’re not careful, it’ll be too late,

 

Lust is the sparkle in Fool’s Gold,

 

Love is the real nugget we can hold,

 

Lust makes you feel a momentary glow,

 

But where does that moment go?”

 

 

 

“But, mother,” her daughter sighed,

 

“Aren’t they much the same if nobody lied?

 

My boyfriend says that if we care,

 

We’d be willing for our bodies to share,”

 

 

 

 

 

“Daughter, I don’t think you understand me well,

 

Lust and love are different, like peanut and shell,

 

Love seeks happiness for both to share,

 

And it risks showing a heart that cares,

 

Love is not for a rowdy night or two,

 

It’s a commitment for a whole life through,”

 

 

 

I wanted to comment but I said under my breath,

 

“Love means forever, forever till death,

 

Lust seeks perfection of the outer skin,

 

While love finds qualities that reside within,”

 

 

 

Her daughter answered that she understood,

 

“Thank you, Mother, you taught me good,”

 

 

 

“Write a list down before you go,

 

Then you’ll remember what you should know,

 

Lust is as temporary as the weather,

 

Love lasts seasons as you grow together,

 

Lust fades and washes away in the rain,

 

Love shares pleasures and feels your pain,”

 

 

 

There were more things she could have said,

 

So I kept those truths in my head,

 

“Love thrives when things get tight,

 

Lust hides when things aren’t right,

 

Lust is shallow rather than deep,

 

No one worries about promises to keep,”

 

 

 

“Mother, dear, it’s all so clear,

 

That a man might want to hold and touch,

 

Yet there’s one thing I don’t know,

 

About lust, how do you know so much?”

 

 

 

“Daughter, that’s a good question,

 

To ask it makes you look wise,

 

The information is certainly true,

 

I learned it from some older guys,”

 

 

 

“Mother, is it also true,

 

That women love and men lust?

 

Are men always in a hurry,

 

Afraid their bodies might rust?”

 

 

 

“Daughter, women are like charcoal,

 

Smoldering until they’re ash,

 

While men are thin paper,

 

Burning up in a flash,

 

Men and women are different,

 

And love and lust aren’t the same,

 

Yet both are very important,

 

If you’re playing the game,”

 

 

 

The daughter didn’t seem satisfied,

 

She still had some doubts,

 

The only way for her to be sure,

 

Was to check it all out,

 

 

 

I continued my walk, then home to bed,

 

With still more thoughts left unsaid,

 

“Love grows roots that anchor down,

 

And keep relationships on solid ground,

 

Love says no one else will do,

 

While lust is just about satisfying you,”

 

 

 

I was curious to see if the daughter held true,

 

And choose love over whatever would ensue,

 

That’s a choice only she could make,

 

Love or lust, and the path she would take,

 

 

 

There’s a time for love and a time for lust,

 

Sometimes both simultaneously exist,

 

For me lust was a fire difficult to control,

 

Once I had been kissed,

 

 

 

The daughter eventually became my lover,

 

And she spiced up my life,

 

The fires inside still burn strong,

 

I’m glad she is my wife.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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