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2Ellen

Life is sometimes so very confusing to me- I don’t know why we’re alive, or why God decided to put us in this life.  Nobody really does.  I just know I’ve been writing poetry all my life – and during all these many years i have avoided what most people would call “Love Poetry.”  It’s a lie in my opinion-extraordinarily pretentious.  Love and sex – or sexual attraction – are two different things.  But I think every high school and college boy at some time has written a “Love” poem to attract the attention of someone who makes his heart go pitter-patter, as old Norman from the Movie On Golden Pond would have said.  And you know I think that is so romantic.  I love romance.  But for some reason, and I don’t understand it myself – I just don’t write love poetry.  Somehow it’s like I separate poetry – a mind’s art – from romantic love – which is more of the heart’s art – don’t you think?

And although I have never written a love poem – at least not since i was in my teens with hormones raging – I do write pieces like what you see below – like – with a tune playing in my head.  So I put them down to music.  I don’t know if that makes me a songwriter, any more than leaving my morning constitution in the bathroom makes me Picasso.  But just like poetry – its what comes out of me – and because I’m human – because I have this insane desire to feel accredited in this insane life – which I don’t even understand – and I really would like to know what others think about some of these things that shake out of my brain – or heart.  Which is why I post these occasionally with other great and talented artists on dversepoets.com.  Tonight’s the night and I hope you enjoy this one…… You can listen to the song on the audio thingy above…  The lyrics are below….

Lyrics 2Ellen

I only know one thing darling
if you want to have fun from the start
never lie,  – never lie to your heart
no, no – never lie to your heart
don’t tell it to go away
no no no
Baby keep it around for a while
you can’t live without it
no no no
It’s what i found out

I was looking for you yesterday
I guess you packed your bags and went away
Yeah I know we were supposed to hit that road today
Driving those cars, hitting all the bars
But Albuquerque’s so far away
So darling, won’t you write me a letter some day

You brought our friends over one night
so we could all say goodbye
you know we were headed out that door
but you found me there in a corner with her

You remember her,
sweet little Veena
Honey you were my best friend
and you owned my soul
but I ain’t gonna lie
no I can’t lie to my heart,
no no no

Honey, dear Veena
she owns my heart
yes she does
she owns my heart

But you’re down in New Mexico now
and I know you’re having fun
all that wind and sand
and that auburn hair baby
Won’t you write me a letter
and in it won’t you say
You miss me too
won’t you say
you miss me too
cause love’s not about the heart
It’s about you

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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Loveless

I searched and searched – never found it there …
Hiding ‘midst my drowning loneliness – despair –
believing not my heart – more that somewhere
lived a part of my soul less burdened – less aware.

And lo – never finding itself within –
lurking deeply – hidden – like sin –
announcing only loves’ absence begins
to darken my souls’ longing – tip to brim.

She filled my empty space a moment or two –
until realizing it wasn’t true – her love –
or attempt to feign that which can not –
nor may ever be manufactured by whim.

Love is like a rose – nature’s surprise –
Which either is – or isn’t.
Pity we who can only see –
but never smell it’s truest beauty –

Or to bloody ourselves upon it’s stem
while others drink its petals’ dew…
If only I could have found that for you….
My dear lost darling, love is but a ruse.

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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Nothingness

It comes and goes and we pretend –
we pretend to want it – to need it –
as though nothing else matters –
or could fill our lives more….
Mother nature fills our hearts with helium –
and so we walk on air as though –
as though we oursleves matter.
But we don’t.  Our lives are minisculeant
little nothings pretending a lie.
Pretending we matter – or to find –
oursleves better than another?
Or pretending that anything,
anywhere – something –
any creature could ever love us back!
Silly, love does not exist!
There is only “Oh, my – what happiness
being in love”  but then –
“You are not what I ordered.”
“Can I get a refund?” How to remove
a monster from your life – by the sincerely
Mr. Hyde – the doctor’s not in just now.
Would you care to read a magaizine and wait?
No thank you.  I’m late for my taping of
Dr. Oz – who knows my dreams and secretly
follows my life to fix everything there is.
Except death.  Death prevails – it is tangible –
an excerpted reality of what love would do –
if love could do – in its inexplicable vacuum.
I will not allow love to suck my brains out.
Not when I can more easily offer them to be
trampled, stampled, and stapled shut into
a schism of love’s madness.  I don’t need the
man behind the curtain – or the woman – faking
and flailing herself – moaning of love when
only Toto knows of such.  Only she needs the
wizard’s prized heart – which only
mimics the boldness of her hatred.
And the Tinman will laugh and
shit out her precious little dog.
Until then –
she knows that love is only pain.
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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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Timeless March and Endless Loss

The time is near – once again –
where hearts roam the morrow –
New Year is here – again akin –
to wash clear yester’s sorrow.

When pasts do linger – each points his finger –
to accuse mighty cause.
Of harbinger’s bringer – that saintly singer –
as lost hope ever was.

Forsake me not, great Father of Time,
break my somber mind sublime….
Take away this past remorse –
Shake rudder upon new course.
Stake us all on new high mission –
of granted dreams and grand ambition –

But beg thou, please, my time marching friend,
allow me favor – of her timeless elsewhen:
Though the past I’ll gladly shed and be gone –
save her magical heart – the only one –
I shall carry to time’s blessed end.

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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I’ve read this poem many times and have decided that front rhymes – or where the first word of each line rhymes with another first word – as perpetrated in this 3rd stanza – goes completely un-noticed….. even to me, its author.  Odd, that.  (Poet’s addition: March 04, 2015)


The Loveliest Day

Young boy, young man,
heart always at play….
Young heart, young love, til end,
but a stone’s throw away.

Skip, little rock,
across the water’s way.
skip to the other side,
on this longest,
loveliest day.
Carry my heart along the way.

Until I be old, and lonely,
and unable to say,
what wonders your love
brought my way –
on this,
the loveliest day.

Promises? To keep?
To be lost or swept away?
I promise only this;
love shall always live in my heart.
You are welcome a day –
or eternity…
Whatever measure,
your own.
Mine will always be –
the loveliest day.

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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I Remember Your Brown Eyes

Hello and thanks for dropping by…….  Was in the mood for a song with this but unfortunately my vocal cords are never as enthusiastic as I am!  The audio was added to give you, the reader, an idea of what was bouncing around in my head when I wrote this…..  Please accept my apology in advance for the wailing you will hear by pushing the audio button below!

I Remember Your Brown Eyes

https://johnallenrichter.files.wordpress.com/2013/07/i_remember1.mp3%20

Forgotten smiles,
From forgotten miles –
a time ago –
our young hearts wild.

It’s never here,
that precious year.
You held my hand
all the while…

I flew away
on the darkest day
before I’d say
I’ll love you always…
Girl, I’ll love you always….

So many say
Love’s here to stay
But it’s my prediction
that love’s just fiction
until it walks away…..

Darlin I love you…..
And I always will….

yes…
I remember
your brown eyes girl…
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© 2013 John Allen Richter