Craving
We all have our craving,
we won't admit,
because craving is verboten,
it just doesn't fit.
With a balanced lifestyle,
that everyone wants,
but craving sneaks in,
one of our hidden faults.
I crave good food,
and marvel at its taste.
But I know when to stop eating,
my only good grace.
I crave true life stories,
and heroic feats.
I'm not lost in fantasy,
fact always defeats.
I crave knowing more,
about this world and its people.
Dispelling the myths,
and wondering about its sheeple.
I crave communicating,
and not holding in.
Not a private confessional,
or the bullshit of sin.
I crave sleep,
for I don't get enough.
Sleep is my refuge,
the source of my stuff.
And I crave intimacy,
with the opposite sex.
For it is only normal,
and not some damned hex.
Whatever you're craving,
let it come out.
You'll feel all the better,
and cast out all doubt.
Copyright 2014 © Ronald W. Hull
5/22/14
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Regis
Wishing you creativity and satisfaction!
With respect and smiles,
Carol Phelan Aebby
Always,
Deborah
Whatever you're craving,
let it come out.
oh, i will. cheers to cravings.
Three months ago I turned vegetarian I feel great lost 32 lbs sleeping better and and don't crave any of the every poison I was consuming
Peace be with you
William
Well done, my friend.
Love ya!
Jane
Patrick
with a ting(e) of sadness...pensive poem. But...a penny
for your true thoughts. In my...with the "peace of mind"
...you never crave much...you've got all you need
and when you need it...all the time...though...appreciate
being invited to your private and intimate cravings...
both good and bad,
and constant cravings,
that drive me mad.
A very relateable write.
Michael D.
"I crave communicating,
and not holding in." Craving, aside from being a kind of lusting after something, can also be a type of hungering or thirsting for something. You often mention, in my inventions concerning nature, that you long, or yearn, for past days when you wandered through nature alone... For example you said recently:
"It makes me long for those silent walks that I took so many times like Thoreau on Walden Pond with only my thoughts to commune with."
Longings like this help soften the hardened parts of my nature. A fine insight, Ron, well received by this reader. rlc
Poets live their own lives, very real, not like fantasy. Some of the thing they can reveal to others, but some they can't reveal because they have to think for their own families concerned. You always have to think about the real world, remember?
To force others to write about what you want to read may seem a little too childish, like a child begging for a story to be told.
Sandie
6 Chinese girls. Why he wanted a fork lift remains a mystery...