my giddy green-eyed girl

Kevin Michael Bloor

My giddy girl with eyes of green
come sit upon my knee.
Let nectar drip from those lush lips.
With tongue, make love to me.

Forget your father; he’s a jerk.
Forget your mother too.
Your cousins, sisters, friends, in fact,
screw all that cretin crew!

They say I’m old, no good for you,
a cradle-snatching fiend.
Those suckers had it in for me.
They always intervened

when gorgeous glint in your green eyes
(that giddy, loving spark)
enraptured me: that laser light
lit up my dungeon dark!

My giddy girl with eyes of green
come run away with me.
Forget those fools who trash true love,
and hate to see you free.

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 14th, 2022 02:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: For Lorraine's parents. They intervened like complete jerks and split us up when we were vulnerable teens. Many years have passed and we are back together after a lifetime apart. Sadly, those suckers have 'reaped the whirlwind' and paid for their 'crime.' Enough said. God's will be done. Vengeance is mine, I will repay says the Lord!
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 22
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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  • L. B. Mek

    if you've won, already
    why waste your precious moments
    contemplating these futile thoughts..
    indeed, release
    what pent-up fury or regret, you may have
    but cherish more
    these gifted breaths, within happiness
    you've been granted, dear Poet
    even if they be in the palms of your hand
    for now
    that's no guarantee, they'll be there tomorrow
    however steadfast or earnest your love..
    (I think
    vengeance or revenge
    is a human weakness
    hence why those humans that wrote
    that so called, 'good book'
    mention it, so often
    I think, the very fact that humanity
    still exists
    if or what, governs
    our universe, has little regard for wrath
    if not, that exemplar ideal
    of Jesus
    would be one of destruction and decimation
    and not, one of forgiveness
    and a willing martyr
    in the name of humility and love)..
    cherish your love, my friend
    where possible, refute hate

  • Kevin Michael Bloor

    Thanks, LB. These were my feelings recollected, not in tranquility, but out of the remnants of a broken heart. Hopefully, healing will flow as I pour out these bitter rhymes. Jesus tells us to love our enemies, but the flesh is weak sometimes. Again, thank you for your honest, full and sincere feedback on this sinner's poor poem. 😊

  • Rocky Lagou

    Wow. I hope love will truly cure the pain though. A great poem.

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