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June 24, 2009

The Laundromat

Filed under: Deborah love poems 4 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 7:30 pm

THE LAUNDROMAT

Off to do the laundry.
The place where we
Used to go to sit and
Wait together until
The clothes were done.
Now I come here alone.
It cost less,
But it’s not the same.
Seems like a strange
Place to miss the one
I love,
but I do.
C.D.RANSOM

And All I Was

Filed under: Deborah love poems 4 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 7:25 pm

AND ALL I WAS

In peace and harmony
Full of splender,
To all of this,
My heart I did
Surrender.
Only to find out
Too late,
It was a blunder.
And all I was,
Was torn to pieces
And asunder.
C.D.RANSOM

This Town

Filed under: Deborah love poems 4 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 7:21 pm

THIS TOWN

When I leave this town,
I hope never to return.
For here is where it all began,
And what once was started,
Is now finished.
C.D.RANSOM

The Sound

Filed under: Deborah love poems 4 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 7:17 pm

THE SOUND

If your new world and
Love be victorious,
I then applaud your
Success.
Can you hear it?
Tis the sound of one
Hand clapping.
The sound of a man
Without a woman.
C.D.RANSOM

Sitting On These Steps

Filed under: Deborah love poems 4 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 7:13 pm

SITTING ON THESE STEPS

Spent the whole day
Sitting on these steps,
Just watching the cars
Drive by to nowhere.
All but a few even
Noticed my vigil.
A day spent in doing
Nothing but watching.
Just another day,
Like all my days are now.
Now that you have gone,
So has my will to surive.
Soon will come the time
When all is gone from
Within me,
With nothing left to give,
I will be no more.
C.D.RANSOM

A Coal Of Fire

Filed under: Deborah love poems 4 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 7:06 pm

A COAL OF FIRE

The search now begins,
Looking deep into the eyes,
Probing the depths of vision.
Only blank,
Empty orbs look back.
None are capable of your
Light.
Your fiery,
Star-like brightness burns
Only in your eyes My Love.
Though now only cold
Embers remain,
You have pierced my darkness.
Though now gone,
Still a coal of fire remains,
A hot coal I keep going,
Like an enternal torch,
Hoping to rekindle your
Love with again.
C.D.RANSOM

Some Place And Time

Filed under: Deborah love poems 4 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 6:54 pm

SOME PLACE AND TIME

He and She,
Whose house I use today,
May everything good and
Blessed come your way.
Here I find peace and
Solitude,
A place where I can be
Alone and brood.
Away from my home of
Hell,
To a place where I can
Get well.
Soon you will be home
And find me here,
For this I am glad
for I love you both
Most dear.
All these poems do
Seem to rhyme,
I guess this must be
The place and time.
Pages and pages I have
Written,
But with the pain,
I am still smitten.
What must I do to end
This grief?
Is there nothing that
Can give relief?
I know that death is
No way out,
And Deborah will not
Turn about.
In some place and time,
There will be something
I can find,
And I hope it is kind.
C.D.RANSOM

The Tears Fall

Filed under: Deborah love poems 4 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 6:41 pm

THE TEARS FALL

As youths we played
Beneath the tree,
And the Eye of the god
Was watching.
Happy and content with
Just each other,
We did not need anyone else.
But time and responsibility
Caught up and pulled us
Apart from our world of bliss.
As mad dogs we would
Fight over nothing.
The lovers we were
Seemed to shrivel,
Leaving us nothing to
Have together anymore.
Now the Eye of the god
Has tears in it,
For I alone sit under
The tree,
And alone I watch the
Tears fall,
One by one.
C.D.RANSOM

Come Home

Filed under: Deborah love poems 4 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 6:32 pm

COME HOME

Again alone to bed,
Night after night.
It begins to feel as if
It were a blight.
To be in this strange
Bed here,
Makes these eyes begin
To tear.
I long to be at home
With you,
And wish you felt the
Same way too.
Why must we be apart
These days,
When I love you in so
Many ways?
Our home still awaits
Your return,
Why must you be so
Damn stubborn?
Come home where you
Are Loved.
C.D.RANSOM

June 23, 2009

Grabbing All The Fun

Filed under: Deborah love poems 4 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 7:28 pm

GRABBING ALL THE FUN

I read the Tarot for my wife,
It speaks of nothing but an
Evil life.
Having left me behind for a
Different way,
She will find the evil does
Not pay.
She is like a child having
Love affairs,
And while she’s gone,
My heart she tears.
Poping in and out of love,
She flies around like a dove.
Going after anything she sees,
Leaving me here to seethe.
While I boil in my own heart
Break,
She grabbing all she can take.
The day will come when she
Will fall,
To be left behind Like an old
Rag doll.
Broken and unwanted she
will be.
Maybe then she will come
Home to me.
C.D.RANSOM

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