Poetry

by ArdentTly

ArdentTly's Poetry Index

Hopelessly Devoted

Guess mine's not the first praise spoken

This pup's not the first to cry
Whether it's Kerry, Dar,
Xena or the bard
We're hopelessly devoted to you.

You know we're just pups
Who are willing
To sit around and wait for you
Your updates are what we live for
There's nothing more we'd rather do
Hopelessly devoted to you.

And now you've got your book out
And we all just wanna shout....hooray
We're out of our heads
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you

The word is out
Missy Good's made the big time
We all wanna scream 'way to go!
Missy's made it!'
And that's what we intend to do
Hopelessly devoted to you

And soon you'll have your movie out
And we all just wanna shout....hooray
We're out of our heads
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
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Humor on Skates

There was a young sailor named Bates
Who danced the fandango on skates.
He fell on his cutlass
Which rendered him nutless
And practically useless on dates!
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Hunger

I awaken from my dreams,
Feeling disoriented, lost, alone.
The image of something, so tantalizingly close,
Stays just beyond my reach.
It tickles my psyche, making me crave
What I do not have.
What I do not know.
I walk through my daze,
Looking, seeking, yet never finding,
That which eludes me.
I sleep, perchance to dream,
Reaching out once more,
Trying to grasp that which I now realize
Is truly within my grasp.
I see the outline, the shadowy image
Of what my heart hungers for, yearns for.
My heart soars with the irrefutable knowledge
That at last, my quest, my desire can be realized.
I awaken, stumbling out of bed,
And see a specter beckoning to me.
There lies my cipher,
My liberation, and I reach for her
In the darkness only to catch
My reflection smiling back at me.
We are the same yet different,
Each holding pieces we never knew
Were broken or missing.
Within those eyes lies the truth.
I cannot deny her any longer.
I am her. She is me.
Her wants and desires are my own.
I am humbled for I see
That my very salvation
Lies within myself.
To deny myself would be akin
To denying my own place in the universe.
Who am I to question the mind of a god?
I am me.
No more, no less,
Just the sum of my parts.