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.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
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- 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!
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Comments3
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
shows
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
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. 😊
Wow. I hope love will truly cure the pain though. A great poem.
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