Poetry Thread 6: Hearts
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Hearts

A game of cards, the pump of life
The holder of all love and strife,

The best part of an artichoke
The thing of which the poets spoke;

A valentine, a candy who
Has printed on it "I love you"

Sometimes you can see them in one's eyes
Then again, some are closed to passers by.

Some shriveled from the hurt and pain
A few are comforted by the rain;

You can even seek a new one
When the one you have has ceased to run;

But somehow all that's best of the old;
Is transferred to the new like gold.

The heart of a matter, a concept sound
The heart of a friend who's not around;

A heart of one gone that you wish was here,
Or a broken one which brings a tear.

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by Clairesbest

Hearts # 1
There’s a dastardly game
that’s been dealt a sweet name.
Hearts.

It’s not honeymoon bridge
more like heartbreak ridge.
Hearts.

Play close to your chest or be bold.
Pass 3 left - then right - then hold,
Hearts.

First played is the deuce of clubs.
There’s no forgiving ‘innocent’ flubs.
Hearts

If you play with your kin
they’ll delight in doing you in.
Hearts.

Shoot the sun or the moon
and watch their points balloon.
Hearts.

Thirteen points for the ‘bitch’.
That evil black spade witch.
Hearts.

Over 100 guarantees you a loss.
The one who scores lowest is boss.
Hearts.

Here’s a toast to my card playing dad.
He had such a fine time being bad.
Hearts!

( Posted by: Penelope [Member] On: September 14, 2004 )

Hearts, #2
Amazing, it seems,
The parallels that arrive,
When examining one's life
As a card game.

The first hand passes to the left,
Three trades, taken from your father,
Joining to your discard of life,
Perhaps the working skills of manual labour,
The spades in the deck of existence.

Second hand goes to the right,
Another set, your mother's eyes,
Showing the love only family can bring;
Diamonds, precision cut
By well worn hands.

Next, you move to the outside,
Handing across the table,
A neighbour, a friend,
Finding true love and beauty,
In the heart of another

Finally, there are no more trades,
No more exchanges to be made.
You have your queen.
Keep her close, for
Only through true love,
Can you acheive your dream--

Only then can you shoot the moon.

( Posted by: the Co.konspirator [Member] On: September 14, 2004 )

Hearts # 3
Fifty two ways
and not all are hearts
Fifty two intimates
and only one got mine
used to think that giving
was getting
don't get me wrong
I got
and I enjoyed it
but it was not poetic
just harsh reality
the someone gave me theirs
and I handed over mine
how lucky I am
I have had as many partners
as all the cards in a deck
always got the joker
then the King of Hearts

( Posted by: londongrey [Member] On: September 14, 2004 )

p/t 6 part 4
I laid all my cards
face up on the table
You turned yours face down
and left me guessing
I didn't know you were cheating
All the cards were marked
I've since learned the hard way
how to play the game

( Posted by: Nitz Kitty [Member] On: September 14, 2004 )

Hearts #6
Pa-pum, pa-pum, pa-pum

I remember well the sound,
though I have no other memory of the details
of that day.

Clearly I recall

the hearing:

pa-pum, pa-pum, pa-pum

The quickness!
The strength!

Unknown, unseen,
tiny being in my body-

Heart-beat of hope!

( Posted by: emaks [Member] On: September 14, 2004 )

Heart... #
Poetry embraces, your heart's struggle
While lucid decisions, you must juggle

Yet hoping to find, the right words to use
Searching for some, the elusive muse

You balance words, in utter frustration
Believing that some will, find'a salvation

Your message is simple, straight from the heart
That knowledge you've learned, you now will impart

Some will say bless you, and give heart felt thanks
Others will diss you, or draw complete blanks

Others may think, that they have been bitten
But do not worry, the words that you've written

In time they may help, another in need
Those words from your heart, may plant in them seed

( Posted by: daprdan [Member] On: September 14, 2004 )

Hearts #8
You decant my heart
from his soft bed
to a swinging hammock;
his little chary eyes
you poke with a paintbrush
as he sway forth
as if he were your artwork
- yours to mock.

Yet through all these
your face retain
its summer calm
making my heart look up
with rapt attention.
You bewitched him
and he clamors for even harder,
ever more frequent taunt.

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: September 14, 2004 )

Hearts #7
The crimson drum
beats 'neath my breast
the echo plays its
taunting melody best
in the quiet of the
night as I try to rest.

Unyeilding pain grabs
at the centre of my core
the beast I become
crumples to the floor
color drains into death..
that unpoetic whore.

The old crimson heart
has done it's tiring deed
no lifeline am I granted
and I no longer bleed.
..listen to the echoing beat
by chance it could be me!!

( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: September 14, 2004 )

Hearts # 9
When he’d come calling for me
he’d be driving his ole beat up
red Ford pickup.
He moved like he knew who he was
and was sure of what he wanted.
He’d be wearing boot cut jeans,
a pearly snap-button plaid shirt
and scuffed cowboy boots.
The closer I’d get
the spicier he’d smell
and the more I would think
of sweet red hot
candy cinnamon hearts.

( Posted by: Penelope [Member] On: September 15, 2004 )

Hearts part 10
He protects them all separately,
this overseer of women's hearts.
He resists the urge to herd them,
lest they bruise him escaping...
He even looks favourably on my heart,
a species with no range,
something which prefers wilderness
away from conservationists.
He husbands what my heart needs
to survive and offers it,
climate with no habitat.
He stands alone among those others
who divide hearts into four chambers,
those who prop hearts up
from congestive failure
and syndromes difficult to pronounce.
He adjusts the crackle of sparks
so that nothing burns itself out
from love.

( Posted by: windchime [Member] On: September 15, 2004 )

Heart... # 11...
No More Broken Heart

Elusive as girls are with love
Mine always shines so brightly
They leave their prints upon my heart
Each night they tread there lightly

This journey that I'm on they say
To fill my heart with joy
Will only cease when I can find
That someone who's not coy

While hearts are broken every day
Mine won't, be one, of them
I've learned to love, but guard my heart
I'm waiting for that Gem

( Posted by: daprdan [Member] On: September 15, 2004 )

Haiku- (#12?)
Pounding in my chest
tingles to my finger-tips
love or heart attack

( Posted by: emaks [Member] On: September 16, 2004 )

Part 13 HEART
This is Bea's part which I am posting for her because she wasn't going to be on until later :) I am happy to do so.

I never said "goodbye"
The day you went away
"Goodbye" was just a word
That my heart wouldn't let me say
For forty years we had been wed
We were chldren when we met
And though you had to go on ahead
My heart will not forget
I will never love again
And let my poor heart bleed
For even though God called you home
You're all I'll ever need
You promised you'd always be with me
That we would never part
And that's where you are my darling
Nestled deep within my heart

by Beatrice Boyle

( Posted by: clairesbest [Member] On: September 16, 2004 )

Hearts....Part 14
With each movement; a sorrowful display
Along with a cracking in my stocking.
I’m not as young as I was yesterday.

Yet, the smell of ice beckon’d me to stay,
In spite of the fact old joints were locking
With each movement; a sorrowful display.

Beaten, broken body, now in decay,
And soon time will be at my door, knocking.
I’m not as young as I was yesterday.

My jersey, with numbers honouring Ray,
Fits snug lately: tearing, ripping—mocking—
With each movement; a sorrowful display.

Caged, chapped lips smiled; time to play!
Fans did not notice—as they came flocking—
I’m not as young as I was yesterday.

And their spirit grew within me that day—
One last time—the results would be shocking.
I’m not as young as I was yesterday,
With each movement; a sorrowful display.

( Posted by: eleutheromaniac [Member] On: September 16, 2004 )

Hearts Part 15
As I ride the electric pony
a gust of wind brushes against
my cardboard cheeks. Flashes
of lightening the color of crayon
gold conjured up from make believe
memories lights up the darkened
path that I follow. My cotton candy
heart thumpity thump thumps along in
crystallized confusion while pumping
its black sugar into my liquefied veins.

I ride the cyber waves and surf on
dead neural slaves. Fast, fast, faster
I go into that white fiery pit where
all my desires and dreams will be
fulfilled. But once in this oasis of
sin I will be forever locked in.

Unplug me! Unplug me now!
My electric pony came up lame~

( Posted by: rcallaci [Moderator] On: September 16, 2004 )

Hearts, part 16
Naive to the looting of love,
I left my heart open:
it got pillaged and wrecked.

I fitted some pieces back
but others are still missing and
drafts blow through the handicap.

Sorry for the mess - it once was
warmer inside, and prettier,
until spray-painted artifice
covered the lessons from fables.

Over here, used to be all primary
crayon hope and now it's
only the blues. But you're welcome

if you don't mind roughing it with me.
Of course, if you need her
and her intact heart,

then step through this gap, leave
where a piece is gone for good...

( Posted by: windchime [Member] On: September 16, 2004 )

Hearts, Part 17
You and I, we display them among the chinas
and ceramic souvenirs we collect
when we attend friends' weddings.
We let our neighbors see them
from the living room, no we could not move
the glass shelf from the study.
They would say "How neat, both your hearts
sitting there untouched. Why don't you let us
hold them for a while?"
then we could scowl at them and say
"They're none of your business!"

Remember one time when we argued
about the in-laws
you hit the glass shelf with a baseball bat?
Our poor frightened hearts jumped off their cussion,
I ran to check if you cut anyone of them,
suppressing tears I picked them up on the floor.
Good, they weren't hurt
there was no need for the gauze bandage
"You're bad, please don't ever do this again," I said.

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: September 16, 2004 )

Hearts...Part 18
History will show
Each man's true nature; even
Against his own will.
Retreat into the past, and
There will be no tomorrow.

( Posted by: eleutheromaniac [Member] On: September 18, 2004 )

p/t 6 Hearts
My heart is like a balloon
so full I feel it will burst
It is like a birthday cake
come take a slice
there is enough for all
My heart is made of elastic
it stretches to fit everyone in
There is always room
for one more

( Posted by: Nitz Kitty [Member] On: September 18, 2004 )

Hearts Part #18
I wish that I was "Anywhere But Here"
listening to music to bring you near.
Just like all the songs we often share
being "Here Without You" is hard to bare.

"We Belong Together" my love, "Someday".
"Looking Out My Back Door" over your way.
"Do You Feel Like I Do?" Honey, "Let It Be".
You know darling "I Want You To Want Me".

"It's The Same Ol' Song" "Time After Time"
"Have I Told You Lately" I want you as mine?
until we can share "The Heart That You Own"
"Ain't No Sunshine" when I am all alone.

I could write my own songs of a hurtin' heart,
Then I would never be able to finish if I start.
I will just rely on my downloaded songs to sing,
Baby do you realize "You Are My Everything?"

( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: September 18, 2004 )

hearts, part 21
Goose heartbeats take off
days before wings darken skies
murmurs palpitate

( Posted by: windchime [Member] On: September 18, 2004 )

Hearts part 22
My Heart
missing a beat
a blood revolution
caught unawares by this vicious
Attack

Your Heart
in much distress
a great love turned sour
nothing but pain and one bad head
Ache

Our Hearts
once filled with love
now laid in waste and ruin
weak foundations just crumble and
Break

( Posted by: rcallaci [Moderator] On: September 18, 2004 )

Hearts - #23
A cute greeting card was mailed my way.
A teddy bear came calling to make my day.
With a grey kitty cat snuggled in teddy’s arms
I paused to consider a male’s subtler charms.
You see, I didn’t forward an address
and yet he posted me a gentle caress.
This deed was compared to ‘stalking’
but, away from him, I ain’t walking.
It’s like his heart’s laid bare for me to pluck
while letting me know I mean more than a ****.

Author's Note:

Written with respectful consideration of delicate sensiblilities. :-)

( Posted by: Penelope [Member] On: September 20, 2004 )

Hearts #24
My Sweet

Come hither
my sweet
flesh to flesh
we shall meet.
In unison
we'll dance.
Entwine at
every chance.
Our hearts
will pound
in a heated
rythmic sound.
We two
shall taste
no flesh
shall waste.
Blessed to
finally be..
united in love
you and me.

( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: September 21, 2004 )

p/t 6 Hearts
Search my heart
and see who I am
Stimulate my heart
and it will beat for you
Break my heart
and it will stop

( Posted by: Nitz Kitty [Member] On: September 21, 2004 )

Hearts....The End
Hearts...

Pliable, breakable
Mendable, irreplaceable
Cunning discards,
Waving placards,
Savory temptations,
Open invitations,
Given, taken
Punctured, shaken
Hurt, forlorn
Defiant, scorned,
Broken, bleeding
Crying, needing
Convicted, evicted
Memorialized, depicted,
Together, apart
The nature of the heart.

Poetry Thread 6 is now closed.

( Posted by: Clairesbest [Member] On: September 21, 2004 )

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